The Mask Under the Flash and the Third Skin in the Locker Room

The air at the weekend anime convention was thick with a sweltering atmosphere, a mixture of sweat, cheap cosmetics, energy drinks, and the presence of thousands of otaku.

The bustling crowd and countless cameras created a shimmering, reflective sea. And you and A-Jie stood in the center of this sea, enjoying the thrill of being the "focus."

Or, to be more precise, it is the skin you wear, named "Lin Ya" and "Sayama Misato," that is being **** by countless gazes.

"Look over here! Ladies, come closer!"

"Make the pose even more seductive! Those legs are amazing!"

The sound of camera shutters clicking incessantly, like a dense raindrop.

Your current form is that of a magical girl. You're wearing that extremely embarrassing pink and white battle suit that you dug out of Mr. Sayama's closet. The skirt is so short it barely covers your buttocks, and those signature white over-the-knee stockings are tightly cleaving Lin Ya's slender thighs, with the exposed "absolute territory" reflecting white light under the spotlight.

Standing next to you is A-Jie, dressed in a succubus queen outfit that's sure to make your nose bleed.

The mature body belonging to Misato Sayama was encased in a black patent leather bodysuit. The deep V-neckline almost reached her navel, and her large breasts were squeezed by the patent leather, making the veins bulge, as if they would burst out of the clothes with every breath. Black fishnet stockings were tucked into her plump thighs, and she wore a pair of spiked high heels. In her hand, she held a queen's whip.

"Hmph, these fat otaku, if they knew that the goddess they're masturbating to is actually two grown men, their expressions would be priceless."

Ah Jie maintained her aloof, mature smile, her lips slightly moving as she spoke in your ear in a voice only you could hear.

As he spoke, he casually reached out and put his arm around your waist.

"You should pose like this, little sister."

The hand, clad in a long black glove, slid down your back to your buttocks.

"Hmm!"

You shuddered.

It wasn't just because of his touch, but also because a small remote control was hidden under that patent leather glove.

As you made a cute peace sign gesture, A-Jie's finger quietly pressed the switch.

"Buzz—"

The pink vibrating egg, still inside Lin Ya's body, suddenly started vibrating.

"Haa..."

Your legs snapped together, knees tucked inwards. A powerful, tingling sensation shot up your spine to the top of your head. Under the watchful eyes of hundreds of cameras, your cheeks flushed crimson, and your eyes became watery and dreamy.

"That's perfect! That's the expression I'm looking for!"

"That feeling of shyness and restraint is so real!"

The photographers in the audience went wild, their shutters clicking even faster. They thought it was superb acting, unaware that it was a genuine physiological reaction.

“Look how cooperative this body is.” A-Jie whispered in your ear, his breath hot against your sensitive earlobe. “And… you know what? This patent leather suit is so unbreathable. Mr. Sayama’s skin is sweating constantly underneath, and that slippery feeling… it’s like taking a bath in amniotic fluid.”

He gripped your buttocks with slightly more ****, pinching your soft flesh hard through the thin pleated skirt.

"And that vibrating egg... is right against my prostate... oh no, I mean my cervix."

Looking down, you see that A-Jie's long legs, encased in fishnet stockings, are trembling slightly, the muscles on the inside of his thighs are taut, and he is clearly enduring the same torment.

This is your game today: wildly testing the limits in public.

Whenever a photographer yells "Change positions," you take the opportunity to caress each other or subtly adjust the settings of the toys inside each other's bodies. This thrilling feeling of walking on the edge of exposure excites both women to secrete arousal fluid, which accumulates between stockings and underwear (if any), and you can even hear a faint "gurgling" sound when walking.

Just as you were having a great time, A-Jie's gaze suddenly locked onto a certain direction.

"Hey, look over there."

You followed his gaze.

In the VIP area of ​​the comic convention, there was a silver-haired cosplayer surrounded by a crowd.

She was a tall, aloof beauty, cosplaying as a female swordsman from a popular game. She wore a silver wig, blue contact lenses, and an exquisitely crafted set of silver armor, paired with a high-slit long skirt that revealed a long, slender, and flawless leg.

She seemed extremely arrogant, ignoring ordinary spectators who asked for photos, and only reluctantly posing when facing professional photographers.

“That’s… ‘Sherry’?” You recognized her; she was the top cosplayer who had recently become incredibly popular in the community, known for her aloofness and stunning legs.

"Tsk tsk, those legs, that disdainful expression..." A-Jie licked his red lips, his eyes revealing the greed of a hunter eyeing his prey. "If I could wear that skin and kneel on the ground begging for mercy with that haughty expression... that would be really exciting, wouldn't it?"

You exchanged a glance and instantly reached a consensus.

The hunt has begun.

As a mature and sophisticated woman with the appearance of "Misato Sayama", A-Jie naturally squeezed into the crowd.

“Hello, Ms. Shirley,” A-Jie said in her magnetic, mature voice. “We are special guests invited by the organizers. There is a private dressing room and rest area over there. We would like to invite you to come and shoot a few special collaborative videos.”

The cosplayer named Sherry sized up A-Jie. Clearly, the stunning figure of Misato Sayama and the aura emanating from her succubus outfit made her take her seriously.

“Since you’re a special guest…” Sherry raised her chin haughtily and tossed her long silver hair, “then I’ll reluctantly go with you to take a look.”

The fish has taken the bait.

You led her through the bustling crowd to a secluded temporary changing room in a corner of the exhibition hall. It was filled with various odds and ends and prop boxes—a perfect escape room.

"Click".

The door was locked from the inside.

The cramped space fell silent instantly, with only the faint sounds of outside noise emanating from it, which only served to accentuate the deathly stillness of the place.

"Where's the photographer?" Shirley frowned, looking at you with some impatience. "And why is this place so messy?"

"The photographer will be here soon."

A-Jie smiled and walked towards her, slowly pulling out the pink short staff disguised as a cosplay prop from behind him as he walked.

"Before that, we need to check your... 'equipment'."

"Huh? Are you crazy?" Shirley took a step back, sensing that something was wrong.

But it was too late.

"Let's do it."

You—with Lin Ya's innocent and harmless face, suddenly pounced on her and hugged Shirley's waist.

"Let me go! What are you doing—"

"Buzz—!!"

Pink light burst forth in the narrow locker room.

A-Jie's staff landed precisely on Shirley's forehead.

The proud and aloof cosplayer's eyes suddenly glazed over. Her once taut body slumped into your arms like soft clay stripped of its skeleton.

"Pfft..."

With a soft sound, the arrogant "Sherry" disappeared.

All that remains in your arms is an empty set of silver armor, and underneath it, a layer of warm, soft human skin that exudes the scent of expensive perfume.

"Done."

A-Jie excitedly threw away his staff, took a few steps over, and reached out to touch the skin.

"Holy crap...this feel..."

His fingertips traced the skin on his face, and his once proud features now lay limp like an exquisite mask. The most exquisite part was his legs—even though they were just skin, the silky smoothness and firmness remained, and because they had lost the support of muscles, they were as soft as satin.

"Quick, while it's hot." A-Jie's breathing was rapid, his eyes burning with fervor. "This time... we're going to go big."

He looked at you, then pointed to the layer of sweat-drenched "Misato Sayama skin" on his body.

"This patent leather outfit is too stuffy; I've wanted to change it for a long time. This 'Sherry' skin... is mine now."

As he spoke, he unhesitatingly unzipped his patent leather bodysuit right in front of the "Sherry Skin" face.

"Sizzle—"

As the zipper was pulled open, the enormous breasts sprang out, and then he reached down to the back of her neck and found the invisible slit.

"Pfft... gurgle..."

A tooth-grinding, sticky sound rang out.

A-Jie peeled the skin off "Misato Sayama" as if he were taking off clothes.

That was an extremely shocking scene.

A naked man emerged from the body of a mature and beautiful female teacher. The "Misato Sayama skin" instantly collapsed to the ground, turning into a pile of flesh-colored skin still warm and wet with bodily fluids.

Covered in sweat, A-Jie didn't stop for a moment. He grabbed the "Sherry Skin" from the ground and pried open the slit on its back.

"Come on, proud cosplayer queen..."

He was like a greedy snake, burrowing into the body of that silver-haired beauty.

With a series of peristalsis, inflation, and shaping of the skin.

Just a few seconds later.

The "Shirley" who was just bossing you around has returned to your side.

This time, however, her gaze was no longer aloof, but instead carried Ah Jie's signature lewd and manic smile.

She (or he) lifted those perfect, long legs, clad in a high-slit dress, and gently placed them on the limp body of "Misato Sayama" on the ground, then beckoned to you with a finger:

"Lin Ya, come here. Help your sister... put on this armor. We want to give the photographers outside a big surprise."