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The cell phone rings.
Shirakawa Natsu saw that the caller ID showed it was Kimura Yuko.
When he ordered the cosplay outfit, he left his phone number.
"Hello, this is Yuko Kimura. Your custom-made cosplay outfit is ready. Is it convenient for you to come and pick it up?"
"Okay, I'll be there in half an hour."
"Okay, I'll be waiting for you~"
After hanging up the phone, Shirakawa Natsu started the car.
He's not the type to suffer in silence; how much Onizuka Kyōko plays is none of his business.
But now that they've started plotting against him, it might even affect Aunt Mafei, which is intolerable.
First, we need to thoroughly investigate the ins and outs of the case.
Shirakawa Natsu drove to the tailor shop.
Only Kimura Yuko was in the shop. She stood at the entrance and greeted Shirakawa Natsu with a smile.
"Qiu, this way please."
Qiu is the pseudonym he gave himself.
"I'll take you to the changing room."
After he entered the store, Yuko Kimura immediately hung up a "Closed for Business" sign at the entrance and guided him to the second floor of the store.
This is a Japanese-style room with tatami mats, and some props for taking photos are scattered around.
"Qiu, please change here. I'll come in later to see how it looks. There are many parts of the cosplay outfit that need to be modified so that it will have more depth when taking photos."
After she finished speaking, she opened the sliding door and left without waiting for Shirakawa Natsu's reply.
"I'll wait at the door. Just call me when you're done changing."
"Oh, okay, thank you." Shirakawa Natsumi perfectly portrayed a boy who was just entering the world of cosplay. The anticipation and excitement in her expression disappeared as she left the room.
First, look around the room. It's a standard Japanese-style room, and no hidden compartments containing cameras were found.
He is now increasingly suspicious of Yuko Kimura.
He originally only ordered one cosplay outfit.
Now, however, she used a set of words to get him into the room to change clothes, and then she would make some changes for him later.
Although he intentionally cooperated with all of this, an ordinary person would find it hard to refuse such a set of tactics.
Shirakawa Natsuya also began to wonder what she was trying to do.
Pick up the cosplay outfit; it's a uniform similar to a suit, a bit cringeworthy, but not shameful.
He doesn't understand cosplay, but he can tell that Yuko Kimura's craftsmanship is indeed excellent, and the outfit doesn't look cheap.
After changing her clothes, she called out to the outside, "Ms. Kimura, I'm all changed."
"Squeak."
The sliding door opened, and Yuko Kimura peeked in. When she saw Natsumi Shirakawa, her eyes lit up, but she quickly regained her composure.
"Qiu, you have a very well-proportioned figure, as if you were born to cosplay and can perfectly recreate many characters."
"Then I'll take it as a compliment." Shirakawa Natsumi smiled shyly.
"Let me see where I can change it." Kimura Yuko walked over and tugged at him, scribbling in a small notebook. She then took out her phone and waved it around.
"Can I take a picture? Not of your face, so we can see more clearly what needs to be changed."
“Okay.” Shirakawa Natsu nodded; the reason she gave was irrefutable.
"Click." Yuko Kimura skillfully took the photo while carefully explaining the direction of the corrections, displaying great professionalism.
The two gradually became more familiar with each other's topics of conversation.
“Aki, you have a very slender frame.” Kimura Yuko placed her hand on his shoulder and suddenly smiled sincerely: “Want to try cosplaying a female character? I happen to have a set that fits your figure.”
Chapter 327 Character Restoration
Yuko Kimura is quite good-looking, and her sincere gaze makes her irresistible.
"I've never worn this before, so I'll pass." Shirakawa Natsu scratched the back of her head, looking shy. "This is my first time wearing a cosplay outfit."
“It’s not women’s clothing.” Kimura Yuko looked at him seriously and met his eyes. “It’s a female character. It’s very common in the cosplay community.”
"I'm going to modify your cosplay outfit now. Qiu doesn't want to just stand there like an idiot in the room, does she?"
The two were very close; Kimura Yuko's chest was pressed against his arm.
"Is that so?" Shirakawa Natsumi pondered. If he were truly an ordinary cosplay enthusiast, he wouldn't refuse Kimura Yuko's request at this moment.
From the moment we first met, I enthusiastically shared my knowledge of the cosplay community with him, and then I helped him make props and revise details.
I agreed to do his makeup and take his photos.
After this series of actions, no normal person would refuse.
"Okay... alright, I'll give it a try."
It's not simple for Onizuka Kinko.
If she can get results quickly, given her methods, even with an invisible agent, the investigation will be very difficult.
Upon hearing this, Yuko Kimura's face lit up with a fleeting joy: "Women's cosplay outfits are complicated, let me help you put them on."
She took a stack of folded clothes from the wardrobe and brought them to him.
"Autumn, can you take off your coat?"
"Oh, okay." Shirakawa Natsu raised an eyebrow. She was currently wearing a cosplay outfit and didn't object to taking it off.
So she deliberately made herself change into her cosplay outfit first.
"You need pants too." Yuko Kimura looked over.
"Um...this." Shirakawa Natsu looked embarrassed.
"In autumn, many character cosplays cannot be completed alone and often require the help of a partner." Yuko Kimura said seriously.
"We're doing legitimate cosplay, this is all normal, everything is for the purpose of better recreating the character, don't you even have that much awareness?"
"..." Shirakawa Natsu looked at her earnest eyes, which were devoid of any impurities, and had a strange expression.
"Look." Yuko Kimura unbuttoned her shirt with both hands, casually took off her clothes, and threw them on the tatami mat.
She was only wearing a flesh-colored bra on her upper body.
She then unzipped her short skirt, letting it slide down her thighs to the ground.
In the blink of an eye, the girl was left only with a bra, panties, and a pair of white socks.
She tied her long hair into a ponytail at the back of her head and looked at Shirakawa Natsu:
"In cosplay, neither makeup nor various accessories can be done by one person. When cosplaying, the body is just a prop used to recreate the character."
"Companions are a part of you, and everything is for the purpose of better portraying the character. Please do not look at them with any filth."
"Uh." Shirakawa Natsumi's lips twitched. Was she serious, or was there something wrong with me?
Seeing his stunned expression, Kimura Yuko walked over and reached out to unbutton his shirt: "It's okay. This is your first time participating in cosplay, so there will be an adjustment period. Let me help you."
Before Shirakawa Natsu could answer, she reached out and took off his shirt.
Her movements were practiced; it wasn't the first time.
This, on the contrary, made Shirakawa Natsu uncomfortable.
"Wait...wait!" Shirakawa Natsumi, shirtless, took a step back, looking anxious. "This looks really strange."
Upon hearing this, Yuko Kimura's eyes flashed with a strange light: "There's no need to be surprised. This is the behind-the-scenes work of cosplay. It's a whole process."
“No.” Shirakawa Natsu pointed to her bra and said, “I agree with the idea that the body is just a prop, so why do props need to be covered up with clothes?”
After he finished speaking, he looked at Yuko Kimura with a puzzled expression, as if to say, "If you don't take your clothes off, I won't either."
Yuko Kimura's expression froze on her face, and after a long while, she nodded: "Yes, you're right."
After she finished speaking, she put her hands behind her back, unbuttoned her bra, and let it fall to the ground, revealing her upper body.
Then she took off her underwear and threw it on the tatami mat.
Shirakawa Natsu's gaze swept over her body; the girl's body was full of youthful tenderness.
"Aki, let me help you change into women's clothing." Yuko Kimura picked up the women's cosplay outfit and handed it to her.
"Wait a minute." Shirakawa Natsu reached out to stop him, pointing to his pants and saying, "I've realized that in cosplay, the body is just a prop, but having such a reaction is something I can't control."
"Ms. Kimura, with your level of awareness, you must know what to do, right?"
Yuko Kimura looked in the direction he was pointing, a look of surprise flashing in her eyes; the size was simply outrageous.
Shirakawa Natsu walked directly in front of her, took off her pants, placed her hands on her shoulders, and pressed the girl's body down so that she was kneeling in front of her.
"Please, Ms. Kimura Yuko."
Without waiting for her reply, he acted forcefully.
Although Yuko Kimura opened her mouth, she wasn't very cooperative.
"Ms. Yuko Kimura, your body is merely a prop to better recreate the final effect. Everything we do is for the sake of that final recreation."
"Ugh..." Yuko Kimura tried to speak, but her mouth was covered, and all her voice turned into sobs.
Shirakawa Natsu showed no mercy, covering the back of her head and using all her strength to quickly pierce through her tongue.
Yuko Kimura cried out in pain and pounded his thigh with both hands.
After fiddling around for a while, Shirakawa Natsu found it boring. Only when Aunt Maki rhythmically tightened and loosened her throat could she feel the pleasure.
"Snapped."
He placed Yuko Kimura on the tatami mat, pressed her against his back, and whispered in her ear, "We're all doing this to complete the cosplay. Right now, your body is just a prop."
At the same time, exert force downwards.
"Ah..." Yuko Kimura screamed in agony, she had never encountered anything like this before.
"I'll finish quickly." Shirakawa Natsu didn't stand on ceremony and pressed her petite body to the ground.
"Mmm~" Kimura Yuko gritted her teeth, covered her mouth, and did not resist fiercely.
Shirakawa Natsu looked at the girl beneath her; it was highly likely that this was part of her plan from the beginning.
But it doesn't matter; we'll overcome any schemes and tricks with force.
Take out a bottle of prepared stamina potion.
Ten points isn't much for him now.
He needs to know the actual combat effectiveness of the Minotaur and Minotaur combined with stamina potions.
This is the only way to ensure that you can complete the hidden mission while fighting your aunt.
You can't win over an auntie with brute force alone.
A hint of doubt flashed across Yuko Kimura's strange expression.
This is not normal.
But now she has no time to think; her body can only passively accept it.
Half an hour passed quickly.
The two of them would lie on the tatami mat for a while, then Kimura Yuko would support herself on the curtains with both hands, and then she would be under him.
Yuko Kimura's expression gradually became dazed: "Autumn... how much longer?"
"Almost there, I feel like it's about time." Shirakawa Natsumi grabbed her slender waist from behind.
An hour later, Kimura Yuko's eyes completely lost focus.
"Wow."
Cold water was poured on her face.