Chapter Two: The Bodysuit and Lies Under the Sunlight

The coldness of the floor seeped into my bones through my sweat-soaked back. I lay naked amidst the ruins of "Sakurajima Mai," like a forgotten offering after a splendid festival. Every muscle in my body screamed at exhaustion, but my spirit, like a plucked string that could not be quelled, hummed and trembled with excitement.

On the phone screen, Old K's casual question was like a bomb dropped into a deep pool.

"Next time, how about we try... going to a busier shopping street during the day?"

Daytime? Commercial street?

The idea was so absurd it made me laugh, but I couldn't laugh because my mouth still felt numb and sour from the prolonged pressure of the gag.

They've gone mad. Old K's gone mad, and I'm about to go mad too.

In the deserted midnight park, I was already a frightened bird; the slightest sound could make my heart stop. And during the day, on a bustling commercial street, under the watchful eyes of everyone… that wasn't just an adventure, that was public execution. It was suicide.

I didn't reply. I struggled to my feet, my body swaying from exhaustion. The first thing I had to do was deal with these "relics." I couldn't let them lie scattered like that.

I carefully carried the Kigurumi leather jacket, still damp with my body heat and sticky from sweat, into the bathroom. I turned on the shower and gently scrubbed the inside with warm water and a special neutral detergent. The mixture of talcum powder, sweat, and bodily fluids was washed away, revealing its originally smooth and clean interior. I could smell a faint, uniquely my own body odor, mingled with the fresh scent of detergent. This smell was the only, soon-to-be-erased evidence of this secret revelry.

Next came the black pantyhose, the bunny girl outfit, and those heavy prosthetic breasts. Like a devout believer, I washed every piece of clothing my idol had ever worn. The process was long and tedious, but it gradually calmed my heart. By the time everything was clean and hanging to dry in the bathroom, it was already three in the morning.

I returned to the bedroom and picked up the skull. Mai-senpai's face looked so serene and perfect in the warm light of the lamp. I carefully wiped every inch of her skin with a soft chamois cloth, thoroughly cleaning the fog and grime from her glasses. Finally, I took the perfume I had specially blended for her, a blend of cherry blossom and white tea, and gently sprayed it onto her hair.

After doing all this, I felt that "Ah Zhe's" soul had finally been completely separated from the body called "Sakurajima Mai".

I took a shower, threw myself onto the bed, utterly exhausted. But when I closed my eyes, all I could hear was the clatter of high heels on the asphalt, the feel of my skirt being lifted by the night breeze, and the warm, moist sensation of my orange cat licking my fingertips through two layers of fabric.

And there's what Old K said.

Like a spell, it lingered in my mind.

The next day, I went to work with dark circles under my eyes, and I was restless all day. I didn't hear a word the boss said in the meeting. My mind was filled with an image of a giant "Sakurajima Mai" in a bunny girl outfit walking through the crowd in the daytime sunlight.

Just imagining it makes my palms sweat and my lower abdomen tighten.

When I got home, I habitually opened that group chat. The group was buzzing with discussion about my "debut."

Feibiao: "Zhe-ge was amazing last night! Even though there are no pictures, I came just from hearing your description!"

Pudding: "That's so brave... I still don't dare..."

Then, Old K reappeared; he seemed to have timed my online schedule perfectly.

Old K: "@A Zhe, last night's was just an appetizer. The real essence lies in the performance in the 'unsafe zone.' Don't you think that letting 'Mai-senpai' appear on the glamorous stage where she should be is the greatest tribute to her?"

I frowned and typed: "There are too many people on the commercial street, it's impossible."

Old K: "Who told you to go to the busiest pedestrian street? I know a place. A large shopping mall just opened in the west of the city, and it's only just started its soft opening this weekend, so it won't be too crowded. The key point is that there's a newly opened anime-themed cafe on the third floor. The manager is a friend of mine, someone in the industry, you know what I mean. There are even life-size anime character models at the entrance. If you go there dressed as 'Mai Senpai,' it would be perfectly reasonable for you to appear there. Just think of it as a pilgrimage to a holy site."

Anime-themed café... run by an industry insider...

Old K's words were like the devil's whisper, striking precisely the softest, most vain corner of my heart.

Yeah... if it were in such a "reasonable" setting, wouldn't it... be less jarring? People might think, "This is a cosplayer hired by the coffee shop?"

Asuka: "Wow! That's great! Zhe-ge can just go there, grab a coffee, take a picture, and leave! Just thinking about it is so cool! National actress Mai Sakurajima elegantly enjoying afternoon tea in an anime cafe!"

Pudding: "It sounds... like... the risk is much lower..."

The atmosphere in the group chat reached its peak. They chatted back and forth, constructing a seemingly safe yet alluring scenario for me. It was as if I wasn't going to engage in a shocking cross-dressing streaking, but rather to complete a sacred pilgrimage.

My heart wavered.

That feeling of being anticipated and noticed, mixed with the fear of exposure, creates a cocktail more addictive than any ****.

I closed the group chat, and I was alone in the room again. I went to the bathroom, where the "parts" were completely dry. I carefully packed them away, putting them back in the box. When I picked up the flesh-colored Kigurumi leather, the cool, smooth touch on my fingertips brought back the feeling of being completely enveloped, isolated, yet extremely sensitive that I had last night.

For some inexplicable reason, I didn't put it away.

I went back to my bedroom, locked the door, and drew the thick curtains.

The room was dimly lit, as if we had returned to last night.

I couldn't suppress the turmoil within me. Fear and desire were locked in a fierce tug-of-war. I remembered the suffocating feeling of being bound by layers of restraint, the thrill of walking on the edge of danger, the immoral pleasure of having my body modified and my mind indulged.

I need to confirm that feeling again.

I took off all my clothes and began to repeat the ritual from last night.

First, there was Gaff, who completely erased himself as a symbol of masculinity. That familiar, slightly painful sense of oppression actually made me feel a little at ease.

Then, instead of wearing breast prostheses and buttock pads, I directly picked up the flesh-colored Kigurumi leather. This time, without the help of talcum powder, the process of putting it on was even more difficult. It took a tremendous amount of effort to squeeze my body inch by inch into this tight "skin." The moment the zipper at the back was zipped up, I almost suffocated. The bodysuit pressed tightly against every inch of my skin and every muscle, and I could clearly feel my heartbeat vibrating throughout my body through this layer of skin.

I have become a smooth, genderless, flesh-colored doll with blurred features.

Just that was enough to make my breathing quicken and a familiar heat rose in my lower abdomen.

Then, I took out the pair of black pantyhose.

I looked at my strange reflection in the mirror, encased in a flesh-colored bodysuit, and slowly put on the stockings. The silky nylon material covered the Kigurumi skin, and the black stockings contrasted sharply with the flesh-colored "skin," making it look incredibly erotic.

In the mirror, a faceless doll, dressed in sexy black pantyhose, stares at me with an empty gaze.

This scene is more stimulating to my senses than any pornographic film.

I can't take it anymore.

I lay on the bed, my legs so constricted by the Kigurumi leather and pantyhose that even bending them was difficult. I reached out my hand, which was also encased in a flesh-colored bodysuit and had lost its fingerprints and palm prints, and reached down to my crotch.

Through the thick fabric of the gaff and the Kigurumi leather, I couldn't touch myself directly. But these layers of obstruction acted like a catalyst, making my desire burn even more fiercely. I could feel that the suppressed part beneath me had already become incredibly hard due to engorgement, futilely and painfully pushing against the fabric that bound it.

"Mmm...uh..."

I couldn't make a sound; I could only squeeze out suppressed, incoherent groans from deep in my throat.

Two images are frantically intertwined in my mind. One is the bizarre doll in the mirror right now, objectified, stripped of its identity, and dressed in erotic stockings. The other is Mai Sakurajima, dressed in a bunny girl outfit, elegantly raising a coffee cup in a bustling shopping mall during the day, amidst countless admiring, curious, and inquisitive gazes.

The shame of being spied on, the sense of accomplishment from playing the role, the pain of being physically restrained, and the worship of that perfect illusion... all of these mixed together to form a huge torrent of pleasure that almost overwhelmed my reason.

My hands rubbed futilely beneath me; the vague stimulation through several layers of fabric was far more intense than any direct caress. I could feel my body temperature rising rapidly, and sweat seeped from under Kigurumi's skin, making that "skin" even stickier and tighter.

"Haa...haa..." My breathing was as heavy as a wild beast's.

Finally, in a violent spasm that almost made me convulse, a scalding heat burst forth without reservation from the layers of restraints beneath me.

The world turned pure white at that moment.

I lay paralyzed on the bed, gasping for breath, all my strength drained away. The sticky, warm liquid trapped between my gaff and Kigurumi skin, that filthy, damp feeling sent a shiver down my spine, followed by emptiness and shame.

However, my mind was clearer than ever before.

I know I can never go back.

I've become addicted to this feeling. The midnight park can no longer satisfy my inflated desires and vanity. I need stronger stimulation, a wider stage, and more "audiences."

Even if those viewers don't know what they're seeing.

I got out of bed, went into the bathroom, and began another round of humiliating and exhausting washing. When I had cleaned myself up again, I made a decision.

I picked up my phone, opened the group chat, and calmly typed a few words in the chat box.

"What time? What place?"

***

The weekend arrived as scheduled.

The weather was almost too beautiful. Bright sunlight streamed through the gaps in the curtains, casting a blinding beam into the room. I could hear the vibrant sounds of daytime outside—children's laughter, the distant rumble of cars on the road, the sounds of neighbors opening and closing doors…

All of this filled me with immense fear.

I stood in front of the wardrobe, looking at the complete set of "Sakurajima Mai" outfits neatly hanging inside, my heart pounding wildly.

Do we really... have to do this?

It's not too late to regret it now. I can tell Old K I'm sick, or just make up some excuse.

I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself down. But the pleasure of that climax that night, and the decision I made afterward, were etched into my mind like a brand.

I have no way out.

I reached out and took out the flesh-colored Kigurumi leather jacket.

This transformation was more meticulous and more ritualistic than ever before.

Gaff, breast implants, buttock pads... every step of shaping my body was done meticulously. Then came that nightmarish Kigurumi leather, which took me longer than ever before to fit myself perfectly into.

Pantyhose, bunny girl outfit, cuffs, bow tie, bunny ear headband...

After I was fully dressed, I looked at my perfect "bare body" in the mirror, and the fear in my heart seemed to be suppressed by the layers of armor.

I took out the ball and hesitated for a moment.

If I go out during the day and something unexpected happens, such as falling or being stopped by security guards, I need to be able to explain myself.

But... if I don't wear it, what if I make a male voice in a moment of nervousness...?

Ultimately, the fear of being exposed overwhelmed everything. I still put it in my mouth. Absolute silence was my last resort.

I sat on the edge of the bed and picked up the pair of black high heels. This time, not boots, but a pair of classic high heels with even higher and thinner heels. They would make my legs look more beautiful, but also more difficult to wear.

Finally, I picked up Mai-senpai's head.

"Mai-senpai," I murmured to myself, "let's... go crazy one more time."

Put on the headgear and lock the buckle.

"Click".

The world has been reset again.

I stood in front of the mirror, and a perfect, living "Sakurajima Mai" was staring back at me. Sunlight streamed through the gaps, illuminating her shimmering bunny girl outfit and her long legs encased in black stockings—she looked so unreal.

I leaned against the wall, stood up, and tried to take a few steps. The crisp sound of my high heels echoed in the quiet room.

I walked to the window and carefully parted a small gap in the curtains.

Sunlight streamed in instantly, stinging my eyes. I saw mothers pushing strollers, young people walking in groups, and elderly people walking their dogs on the path below…

This is the world I am about to face. A real world full of eyes, full of voices, full of unpredictability.

My heart felt like it was going to jump out of my throat. The breathing behind the mask was as loud as a bellows.

Just then, my phone vibrated. It was a message from Old K.

"I've arrived at the coffee shop. The manager has spoken to me, and everything is OK. When are you leaving? Don't be nervous; just act like a real superstar."

I looked at the message, my hands trembling, and replied with a single word.

"Um."

Then, I turned off my phone and stuffed it into a small, specially sewn pocket inside the bodice of my bunny girl outfit.

I took a deep breath, but the breath felt short and weak because of the restraint.

Then, I turned around and, step by step, as if walking towards an execution ground, walked toward the door leading to the daytime world.