December 29.
I step outside, wearing a simple, low-profile outfit comprised of a black cap, a plain white shirt, beige shorts, and a pair of navy blue sneakers. On my back is a large, black backpack.
"I'll be off now, mama!" I say with an almost innocent smile as I wave back at my mother standing beneath the door frame.
"We'll take good care of him, Tsukishiro-san." Hina says, placing her hand on my shoulder like it's the most natural thing in the world. She's become unrecognizable to the Hina I first met back then. She now has this air of confidence around her that doesn't belong to an otaku. 'Did going to the gym really change her this much? I'm gonna miss the Hina who got flustered easily...'
"I- We will keep him safe, ma'am!" Isami fumbled, still intimidated by my mother, for no apparent reason.
"... Don't wonder off alone, Andy." mother warned, evident worry in her voice. She looks like a mom sending her child off for the first time ever.
"Mama, I'm not a little kid. I'm an adult." I say in a calm voice, hoping to reassure her.
And for a second, mom seemed to relax, but the tension on her face quickly returned. "Adult or not, you're a boy, Andy. And the place you're going to is filled with all sorts of women. You don't know what kind of perverts you might come across." she says bluntly, not bothering to sugarcoat it.
I part my lips to protest, but before I can, Hina gave my shoulder a good squeeze. "I won't let anyone harm Andy, Tsukishiro-san." Hina says, her voice steady and firm.
Mother glanced at Hina for a couple breaths. Then briefly at Isami. "... Alright. Just... be back before 5 PM, okay? I don't want him out at night."
Hina nods. "Understood."
"Y-Yes, ma'am!" Isami added, puffing out her chest in an attempt to look strong. "... Right... Take care."
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"Andy, you could've got on the men's-only carriage. You didn't have to board with us." Hina says, slight worry in her voice.
"Yeah. The men's carriage has so much space. We could've just met up at the platform." Isami adds.
Currently, I'm leaning against the inactive left-side doors while Hina and Isami are circled around me, shielding me with their bodies.
"It's fine. I don't want to separate from you two." I say with a small smile. "Ah, but when we get to the booth, you two don't have to guard me while I work. The booth has dedicated security since they hired multiple male cosplayers."
Hina quickly shook her head at my proposal. "I won't leave. We can just tour the convention together after your shift." her tone tells me she's certain with her choice.
Meanwhile Isami seemed surprised by what Hina said. If I had to guess, she probably thought about taking my offer. "I'll stay too! We agreed to keep you safe, after all!"
"Pfft..." a brief scoff escaped me after seeing Isami try to act reliable again. Unaware that it only makes her look cute.
"Thanks, Hina, Isami."
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"Whoa... This place is huuugggee!! And there's so many people!" I say outloud, unable to hide my excitement.
"Hahah~" an amused chuckle escaped Hina's throat, enjoying my reaction.
"That's right! So hold on tight if you don't want to get lost!" Isami says with her chest puffed out again, she's likely familiar with this convention after multiple annual visits.
'Hold on tight you say...?' a playful smile tugs at my lips as an idea pops into my head.
Without warning, I grabbed the hands of Hina and Isami. With Hina being to my right and Isami to my left.
The two girls, caught off-guard by the sudden physical contact, went wide-eyed at this little action of mine. "Alright. Let's go!" I say with a cheeky smile on my face, enjoying the look on their faces.
With Hina and Isami in tow, I make my way to the GOMB (Gushing Over Magical Boys) booth.
And soon stop after 5 steps. "... Where's the booth again..?"
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The GOMB Booth
"Hey, aren't those two kind of..." an onlooking female fan gazed over the line up of male cosplayers. Present are Utena and Korisu for the evil 'Enormita' faction. And the magical boy group, 'Tres Magia' comprised of Magia Azul, Magia Sulfur, and Magia Magenta all wearing their respective magical boy costumes from the show.
"Yeah... The Utena-kun cosplayer refuses to act evil. Just playing the shy timid side of the character. And when a fan tries to get him to, he just freezes. He isn't even wearing the villain costume. Just the highschool uniform..." another female fan comments, unable to hide her disappointment.
"And the Korisu-kun cosplayer is just sitting there, pretending to be a doll. Just, staring into space, disconnected from reality." the first girl adds. "Korisu-kun lacks social understanding and is pretty emotionless, but come on. He could at least interact with the fans."
"At least Tres Magia is active and playing their parts. But with the villains not playing their part, this is pretty much just a regular magical boy experience. Not the unique Gushing Over Magical Boys booth we were hoping for..." the second girl says.
"Haa..." the first girl sighs. "We can't really blame them. They're probably intimidated, surrounded by all these women and cameras." as a sensible person, she acknowledges how difficult of a situation this is for a man. But from the perspective of a fan, she can't help but be disappointed.
"Hey- Look over there!" the second girl gestured to the side of the booth, not only catching the attention of the first girl, but several others as well. And what they saw made their eyes go wide.
"That- It's Kiwi!!" one girl called out, causing more heads to look around in search of Kiwi, the third member of Enormita.
And soon, numerous eyes landed on Andy cosplaying Kiwi. The costume resembling an oversized military dress uniform with a matching hat and boots. However, instead of the briefs Kiwi wore in the anime, the cosplay opted for matching cactus green shorts.
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'This wig isn't as bad as I thought.' I comment internally, surprised that the blond wig on my head is hardly an inconvenience.
"If you're not comfortable playing the character faithfully, then it's perfectly fine. Just interact with the fans as much as you can, Tsukishiro-san." a female staff advised, seemingly in her late 30s at least. Her black ponytail and square glasses makes her look reliable and mature in a way Isami can never imitate.
"Okay!" I reply with a wide smile, showing my enthusiasm. Seeing this, the female staff seemed surprised for a moment. "Ah- Alright." she gestures to the line of cosplayers, telling me to take my place.
"Oh, and what's that thing on your hip?" she asked, glancing at the rod-like item on my waist.
"It's just a baton prop." I say with a polite smile.
"Kiwi doesn't... Oh, whatever. Just go over there and start, Tsukishiro-san." the staff shrugged.
But before that, I turn around to face Hina and Isami. "I'll be off now. I'll make sure to give you two a good show." I declare with a cheeky grin. Turning back around, I walk over to the free spot next to the Utena cosplayer.
Hina snorted, her lips curling into a smirk. "Those girls are in for a big surprise." she says, almost proud in the way she said it.
"Yep... They wouldn't expect a cute guy to do a 180º flip..." Isami adds, recalling the memory of Andy teasing his 'capability' of playing the sadistic character known as Kiwi,
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Taking my place beside the Utena cosplayer who is roughly my height, I look over to my left where the other cosplayers are lined up. Each of us is about two steps away from each other.
Utena-kun looked to his right, meeting my gaze. Magia Azul and Magia Sulfur glanced in my direction as well. Since I have their attention, I put on a wide smile and waved at them. A small greeting to my coworkers. Though, instead of waving back, the three shot back a confused look by raising a brow before getting back into character. 'Well, at least I tried.'
"Excuse me." a woman's voice called out. I turn and see a fairly tall (~5'8) woman with long dyed brown hair and black eyes. But what caught my attention is the white GOMB shirt she's wearing. I almost didn't notice the black jogger pants below.
"Hi there!" I greet her with a smile and a small wave.
"Can you play the villain role or are you gonna just act "normal" like the others?" the woman asked, glancing at Tres Magia.
The tone of her voice, the way she said it makes it sound a challenge.
A challenge on whether I can truly act as Kiwi.
'Oh, ho? This is perfect. I can show off my acting from the start. Well, then... Time to give the lady what she wants~' with that thought, I put on a smile that doesn't reach my eyes, and using my index finger I beckon her to come closer.
"? What?" she says, leaning in. And with her upper half bent over like this, it would allow me to...
Thud
Kick her left leg back.
"?!?" the girl went wide-eyed as her body dropped, falling to the level of my stomach. Her hands reach the matted floor, holding herself up. And as she looks up, I raise my right boot and lightly pressed it on her shoulder. Just seconds ago she was looking down at me, but now she's crawling on the floor with my boot on her.
My smile from before transforming into a wicked grin. And with my left hand, I reach out and grab fistfuls of her dyed hair, tilting her head higher to meet my eyes. "I don't like your tone just now. You were talking a lot of shit for someone who probably masturbated to me before, you fucking degenerate." I say in a mocking tone.
And what followed after is silence. The people at the booth; the fans, the staff, and even the other cosplayers were speechless, staring at me, their jaws dropped. It is as if we were in our own world, separate from the rest of the convention.
"There he goes." Hina chuckled from the sidelines.
"I wonder what that looks like..." Isami commented, her doujin artist brain imagining how Andy looks from that angle.
"Ah- Yeahhhh!!!" one girl screamed. Raising her fists high in the air, excitement plastered all over her face.
"Finally! A dommy villain!" another fan cheered. Many others followed after, cheering loudly. Just a couple moments ago, the crowd was relatively tame, but now, they were radiating an intense energy.
And as for the woman I'm stepping on....
"Ha... Haah...! I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I won't speak up like that again!" she breathed, her cheeks flushed red. The smile on her face is undeniable. The sole proof telling me she's enjoying this.
'I knew it. If I looked at this from the lenses of my old world, I would be a pretty cosplayer domming a very willing male fan. And I totally get the feeling of wanting to be dominated by a pretty girl cosplaying a character I like.' with my bet paying off beautifully, I take my boot off her shoulder and squat down to her level.
This time, I lean in and put my lips near her ear. "Good girl~ Thank you for supporting the series." I whispered.
"Uh- huh! Uh- huh! I'll support it forever!" the woman nodded eagerly. After that, a staff guided her to the exit.
'Alright. That's the first one done. I would say I did pretty well.' I think to myself. Gazing at the line of fans at the front of the booth, their eyes all on me. 'Huh... Maybe I overdid it, after all. Hopefully they'll visit the other cosplayers still.'
"Me! Me! My turn!" one fan called out, scrambling to get to the booth.
"No, I'm next!" another fan yelled, bumping shoulders with the first fan. Fortunately, the two security guards handled the situation without letting either in.
After the commotion died down, security finally let in the next fan. This one reminds me of Tanaka-san, as she looks like a salarywoman on a weekend break. She's a little shorter than the first fan, probably 5'7.
'She's even wearing a dress shirt and slacks. Give her a suit and the look will be complete.' even as I thought that, I kept a polite smile on my face as she approached.
"Please step on me." she requested, a firm determination in her voice that had me taken aback for a second.
'Hm... Ah, gotcha.' after a couple seconds, I figured out how to fulfill her request. But just to be sure, it's better to ask.
I take half a step closer and place my hand right below her collarbone, above the crevice of her chest. "What a clean white shirt. Do you mind if I dirty it?" I ask in a slightly amused tone, keeping in character with Kiwi's cheeky nature.
"No." she replied flatly. Not taking a second to think about it.
'Alright. Confirmation received~' with that thought, I muster all the strength in my right arm and push her down. Her body complying and fell without much resistance.
With her back touching the matted floor, she looked up at me. Her breathing deepened, patiently waiting for what's next.
And what comes next is none other than what she asked for. I raise my right boot again and press it on her stomach, making sure to control my weight.
'If the sexes were flipped, I'd be stepping on the chest. But I don't know if it's okay to mindlessly touch a woman's breasts, let alone stepping on them.'
"Is this to your liking, huh?" I ask, slight mocking in my voice as I put a little more weight on my foot.
"Haah...! Please- Please step on my chest! I've been a bad girl!" she breathed, her eyes pleading for me to fulfill her debauched request.
My eyes widened after hearing it, but I quickly got back into character. 'She says that, but how much weight should I put into it?' I wondered, quickly racking my brain for an answer before it becomes awkward.
"Hm... Since you've been a bad girl..." I muttered, raising my boot. The sole hovering above her right breast. And slowly, I pressed down on her modest mound, making sure to control how much weight I use.
"Eeee!! Thank you!" she squealed, oddly delighted by having her boob stepped on.
After a few more seconds, I retrieved my foot and squatted down next to her. "Thank you for supporting the series~" I whispered to her, and she responded with a weak nod, still relishing the sensation of having her breast stepped on. She wasn't responding, so staff had to drag her away.
For the third fan, or rather fans, is a pair of friends who look like they're in highschool.
'Um... This will be okay, right..?' a slight worry in my chest as the two highschool girls approached.
One looks like a plain girl with black bob hair and glasses, while the other girl has natural brown hair tied into a rough ponytail, wearing a fully zipped up dark red jacket and jean shorts.
'She strikes me as a tough girl, maybe she's a delinquent? I doubt she's the fan, so maybe she's just accompanying the first girl?' I wondered.
The two girls then stopped right in front of me. And for a reason I don't know, the delinquent girl started staring at me with knitted brows, almost like she's sizing me up. And as for her height, she's roughly my height.
'I should say something, right?' I thought, the staring contest going on longer than it should.
With that, I take half a step closer to the delinquent girl. "Keep staring and I'll make you regret it." I say in a low, threatening voice. However, I didn't actually mean it. And even if I did, it'd be a empty threat since I'm not at the level to overpower a girl like her.
Hearing my threat, the girl's eyes widened, her throat flexing as she allowed her spit. And when she did, I noticed something on her throat.
'Wait, what's that shiny thing?' but before I could guess, the delinquent girl proceeded to unzip her jacket. And my question was answered right then.
'A collar and a leash..?' the item around her neck is none other a red spiked collar with a red leash attached to it.
And the delinquent girl who was staring daggers at me earlier is now timidly offering me the leash with both hands. "P-Please... Just one photo..." she muttered. I glance at her friend, who I initially thought was the fan, holding her phone with the camera pointed at us.
'Odd, but alright.' I rationalized the weird request, not that the first two fans were normal by any means, far from it. In fact, I'm possibly weirder than all of them, a guy who can perfectly fulfill their degenerate requests without complaint.
And complying with her request, I take the leash from her and give it a little tug. "Mmph!" she breathed.
"Sit." I commanded, my eyes not leaving hers.
"Y-Yes..." she muttered as she sat down on her knees, looking up at me with eager eyes.
'Let's see... What pose would look good for the photo...'
After a brief moment of thinking, I took half a step back and bent over, lowering my upper half. And with my free hand, I gently run my gloved digits through her hair. "Good girl~" I say in a teasing voice. And what followed after is a flash from my left as the girl's friend took the picture.
"T-Thank you..." the delinquent girl says, her voice a pitch higher than normal.
"You're welcome. Thank you for the supporting the series." I say with a small smile as I wave at the two girls leaving.
After them, the next two were relatively tame. One asked me to "mark" her, so I took a sharpie and wrote the kanji "臣" meaning slave on her left cheek.
The second one was a tall woman about 6'4, one of the tallest women I've ever seen. And she just asked for a regular, wholesome photo.
'Not all GOMB fans are perverts, I guess.' I thought to myself as the tall woman left.
I gaze back to the line of fans and wait for security to let the next one in.
And the next fan is a bit, well, rounder than the others to say the least. She calmly walked over, but halfway she suddenly running right towards me. "Kiwi-kun! Let me nuzzle your bulgie wulgie!" she declared, a manic determination in her eyes.
"Andy!" Hina called out, realizing I'm in danger, she started to run towards me, but she won't make it in time.
'Fuck.' I curse internally. Yet, as the large woman charged me, I stood my ground. Patiently waiting for the opportune moment.
"Kiiiwiii-kuuuunnnn!!" the sentient cannonball called out, half a step away from reaching me.
'Now!' I step to the side and put my foot out. The "overly excited" woman tripped on my outstretched limb and faceplanted on the matted floor.
However, that wasn't enough to knock her out. She raised her head and looked at me, still with that manic gleam in her eyes. "Kiiwii-kuun!"
'Fuck. I didn't want to use this..!'
Unfortunately for her, I have an insurance prepared for something like this.
I grab the baton from my hip and thrust it towards her, and as soon as the tip made contact with her arm, I pressed the red button on the handle.
The stun baton sending jolts of electricity straight to her round body.
"Gahhh!!" she screamed, her body spasming from the currents running through her. Fortunately, security finally caught up, so I released my thumb from the button and put away my baton. Security then began to drag out the incapacitated fan.
"Andy, are you okay!?" Hina asked, panic in her voice as she scans me for any injuries. Dramatic, but the intent is very much appreciated. "I'm okay, Hina. She didn't touch me at all." I say with a smile, hoping to reassure her.
"That fucker! Because of people like her, we get bad rep!" Isami cursed, glaring at the unconscious woman actively being dragged away.
Soon after, the female staff from earlier approached. "Tsukishiro-san, are you hurt?! I am deeply sorry for what just happened!" she says, bowing her head deeply.
"It's okay. It's not your fault. But I do suggest you position a security guard closer to the cosplayers." I advised, my voice calm despite barely avoiding an attack from a woman twice or maybe thrice my weight.
"Yes! Will do!" the female staff replied, running off soon after.
As I watch her scramble away, I suddenly remembered something. 'How are the cosplayers doing?' I wondered. I turn around to check and see that nearly all of them have run away. Even the doll-like Korisu-kun had run off, his chair tumbled over. The only one remaining, other than me, is Utena-kun. However, by the looks of it, he froze on the spot, his body shaking like a leaf.
"Utena-kun, you okay?" I ask, slowly approaching him. After a moment, he responded with a nod. Just one.
'How can I calm him down?' I wondered. Unfortunately, I've never had to calm someone down before, so I have zero experience whatsoever.
'Ah, fuck it. Maybe a hug will fix him.' with that thought, I got close and wrapped my arms Utena-kun, locking him into a tight embrace. "It's okay... You're fine. The bad lady is gone. She can't hurt us anymore." I whispered. At first, he flinched and resisted, but it didn't take long for him to realize my intention and calmed down.
"I... I was so scared... I- I couldn't move. My legs felt like they were stuck the floor..." he stammered, bottled up emotion in his voice. I pull back to see his face, and see tears forming on his eyes.
'Pfft- Crybaby.' I joked in my head, the thought had no mockery whatsoever.
And sure enough, tears began dripping down his cheeks. I raise my hand and wipe his tears with my gloved hand.
"Thanks-" he says, but as he did, cheers erupted around us. I look around and see that the fans are going wild.
"They look so cute together!!"
"Kiwi-kun x Utena-kun is real!!!"
"Kiwi-kun doms Utena-kun!!"
Are some of the sentences I could discern. For a moment, I was confused about what they were talking about, but the realization soon dawned on me. 'Oh, right! In the anime, Kiwi has a crush on Utena-kun. And he even fantasizes about taking Utena-kun to a love hotel. So when the fans saw Kiwi's cosplayer (me) and Utena-kun's cosplayer getting along, it's like the character's wish has come true.'
However, with the fans this riled up, it'll be difficult to continue the event. 'What do I do to calm them all down?' I rack my brain for an answer, but the loud noises is a major hindrance.
A moment after, a deep high-pitch echoey sound resonated next to me. I turn to find the source and see Isami with a megaphone in her hand. "Hey! If nobody else wants to step up and meet Kiwi-kun or Utena-kun, then I'll-" suddenly, Isami grabbed my hand. "-I'll take Kiwi-kun home with me!" she shouted, the megaphone amplifying her voice.
And sure enough, the fans's loud cheers died down. Their gazes locked on to Isami. "Eep!"
"Don't you dare!"
"You bitch!"
"How dare you try to monopolize Kiwi-kun!!"
The fans shouted angrily at Isami who soon fled back to where she was before. And surprisingly, the next fan in line stepped into the booth, walking towards me.
Seeing that the event will continue, Hina left my side and returned to her spot in the sidelines.
'Alright. I wonder what this one wants.' I thought, putting on a small smile as the rather tall lady approached. Her height is easily past 6 foot, maybe 6'3.
'... Why is she on all fours?' the thought came naturally. After getting closer, the tall woman turned sideways and proceeded to get on all fours.
"You must be tired from that ordeal, so please, sit on me, Kiwi-kun." she says, her tone strangely serious.
"... Why, thanks~" I say in a cheeky tone, getting into character. I walk around her and sit on her back, as offered. Just like before, I'm controlling my weight, but her back seems sturdy enough that I can rest my full weight on her.
"Haa... H-How is it? Am I good chair for you, Kiwi-kun?" she breathed, somehow enjoying this situation.
"Hm... It's not bad. Your back is pretty stable. Do you regularly hit the gym? Or are you just gifted?" I ask, slight amusement in my voice.
"Yes..! I go three times a week!" she replied, proud of herself.
"... I see." I mutter, suddenly not in the mood not to learn more about the sentient chair below me.
"Um..." a meek voice called out. I turn to my left and see Utena-kun. "What is it, Utena-kun? Oh, do you wanna sit with me?" I ask, making room for Utena-kun on the woman's back.
"Eh? No, that's what I wanted.. And I don't think she can handle the two of us." he replied, finding the offer strange.
'He has a point...' with that thought, I look back down on the degenerate woman. "Hey, chair, can you handle me and Utena-kun together?"
At my question, the chair frantically nodded several times. "Yes, please!" she says, uncontained excitement in her voice.
With her consent obtained, I turn back to Utena-kun and grin. "You heard her. Come here~" I say, scooting over to make space on her back.
For a couple moments, Utena-kun considered the offer as he looked back and forth between me and the freed up space.
And soon enough he walked over and sat his pretty little ass down. Our shoulders almost touching from the limited space, and seeing this the fans outside the booth are going wild again.
And despite already being close to each other, I lean in further. "So, how do you like it? I'm sure our volunteer here is dying to know what Utena-kun thinks~" I ask, dropping my voice to a sweet low, playing into the character of Kiwi who has a crush on Utena-kun.
"O-Oh, well, um... It's pretty stable. It's not as uncomfortable as I imagined." he replied, his cheeks turning a faint red as he avoids my gaze.
"Mhm... So, what did you have for breakfast, Utena-kun?" I ask, starting a conversation as we sit on a perverted woman's back, ignoring her deep breaths below us.
Utena-kun looked back at me, the confusion in his eyes asking me if I'm talking to the character or him. And in response I whispered, "You."
Understanding that I meant him and not Utena-kun the character, he parted his lips. "Um, I've been conscious of my weight recently, so I only had miso soup with wakame and tofu." he replied, his shoulders relaxing a little. 'Chatting with another guy is helping him loosen up, huh? Good~'
"Only that much? Utena-kun, that's no good~ How will you have the energy to play with the magical boys, if you ate so little for breakfast? Instead, eat more and exercise 3 to 4 times a week. You'll look healthier if you eat well and exercise. That's what I did to get as strong as I am now." I say in a playful manner, hoping that he gets my intention. 'I understand not wanting to get fat, but eating only soup and tofu is not a good idea in my book.'
"But I- I'm too scared to go outside by myself..." Utena-kun replied, his shoulders tensing even more than before.
'I didn't say he had to exercise outside, but maybe by doing so he'll build up some much needed confidence.'
"Do you live with anyone, Utena-kun? You could ask them to go on morning jogs with you, if so." I ask, putting on a friendly smile.
"Well... I live with my mother and little sister, but I don't think they'll want to help me..." his tone is almost gloomy, lacking resolve, his eyes drifting to the side.
"Utena-kun." I call out, genuine care in my voice as I rest my hand on top of his. The physical contact snapping him back to attention.
"Don't decide their answers before you even ask them. You never know, maybe they're just waiting for you to open up." I say, not as Kiwi, but as Andy.
And for couple breaths, Utena-kun stared at me, his mouth slightly agape.
He then pressed his lips together, forming an awkward line.
"... I'll do it." he says, and for the first time since I've met him, he wore a determined expression.
"You're right. I'll never know until I ask them. Thank you, Kiwi-kun." he adds, his lips curling into a genuine smile. The radiance of it had me taken aback for a second.
'... Damn. If I was gay, I'd want to rail him. He has serious femboy potential. Though, I think I can say that for most guys in this reverse world.'
"Guhh..." a faint groan reached my ear, snapping me out of thought. That's when I noticed the 'chair' I'm sitting on is starting to shake.
'Seems like she's at her limit' I assessed, glancing at the sweat trickling onto the matted floor below her face.
"Seems like this chair is gonna collapse soon. Let's get up, Utena-kun." I say, offering my hand.
Utena-kun looked at my palm for a second before realizing my intention."Mhm! Let's!" he replied, a cheerful smile on his face as he takes my hand.
Lightly gripping Utena-kun's hand, we both stand up, relieving the load on our sentient chair.
"Guhahh~!" who immediately collapsed after with a content smile on her face.
'Hm... I just got an idea~' with that thought, I lean in and whisper to Utena-kun.
"Eh? ... Okay!" he nodded. After he agreed, we walked over to the fallen woman.
"Haa... Ha.. Eh? Kiwi-kun? Utena-kun?" our former chair looked up at us looming over her.
"I'll take this side, you take the other." I say to Utena-kun.
"Got it!" he nodded, moving to the right side of the woman's head.
"???" confusion etched on her face as me and Utena-kun exchanged glances.
Together we got down on our knees and put our lips near her left and right ear.
""Thank you for supporting the series."" we whispered, our breaths tickling both receivers.
"Guuooohhh!!!" the woman exclaimed, drool escaping her lips as her body vibrates from the sheer joy of having two cosplayer boys whisper directly into her ears.
Unable to take it anymore, the tall woman fainted. Her head dropping to the matted floor. A gleeful, mindbroken expression on her face.
"Heheh! Now I understand why you like teasing them like this, Kiwi-kun!" Utena-kun giggled, having enjoyed her reaction.
"Mhm~ Let's mess with the other fans, together, shall we?" I say with a cheeky grin on my lips.
"Yes! Let's tease them lots!"
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Meanwhile...
The door opens with a faint electronic click. On the other side is a slender woman wearing a sleek black suit.
"Hana Tsukishiro-san? I come bearing good news, and an offer."
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