Unexpected incident at the Cosplay convention

On a sweltering July morning, sunlight streamed through the gaps in the curtains into the slightly messy bedroom. The air conditioner hummed softly, and a few figurines and several open textbooks were scattered on the computer desk.

Lin Mo lay on his side in bed, his fingertips swiping across his phone screen. The cosplayer he followed, named "Xiaoyu," was quite well-known in the community, attracting many fans with her exquisite makeup and perfectly balanced sexiness. At that moment, her latest post made his heart race slightly: "[I'll be at the A City Comic Con this weekend~ Looking forward to seeing everyone ❤]"

In the accompanying photos, Xiaoyu is dressed casually—a tight-fitting white knit top with a neckline that just barely reveals her collarbone, yet boldly cinches at the hem, showcasing her ample bust. The camera angle is clearly carefully chosen, with her cleavage subtly revealed as she leans slightly forward. In another photo, she's dressed as Ganyu in a cosplay outfit, black bodysuit stockings encasing her long, straight legs, which gleam delicately under the lights. The fabric hugs her waist and hips, and the exposed back adds to her allure.

Lin Mo exited the social media app, his finger swiping unconsciously a few times. An inconspicuous gray icon appeared on the screen—a simple camera shape, without a name or any description. This was an app that had suddenly appeared on his phone a few days ago, with no download history, as if it had appeared out of thin air.

Discovering its function was purely accidental. Lin Mo was taking street photos when he inadvertently snapped a picture of a female office worker hurrying past. That evening, while showering, he stared at the photo on his phone, lost in thought, wondering how wonderful it would be to experience someone else's life—and then, his consciousness faded.

When he came to his senses, he found himself standing in front of a vanity in an unfamiliar apartment. The face reflected in the mirror was completely different from a woman's: around thirty years old, with the weariness of work still lingering on her face. He almost screamed in fright, but found himself unable to control his body's movements. After what seemed like an eternity, his body began to move on its own: she took off her business attire and went into the bathroom. The sensation of water gliding over her skin, every inch of the woman's body, was incredibly clear...

What shocked him even more was that whenever the body was close to orgasm due to some kind of stimulation—whether it was the warm water washing over sensitive areas during a shower, or later when the owner of this body masturbated—he could clearly feel the other person's fragmented memories: a project deadline, tomorrow's meeting schedule, or even a faint feeling of affection for a certain colleague.

It took Lin Mo an entire day to return to his body. And ever since then, the app has been like a ghost program on his phone; no matter if he changes phones or resets the system, it always quietly appears in the corner of the screen after booting up.

“Let’s try something different this time,” Lin Mo muttered to himself, his gaze returning to Xiaoyu’s photo. Unlike the stranger he had possessed before, he had been following this cosplayer for a long time and was familiar with every detail she presented. He was curious about what the real Xiaoyu was like in private, and what kind of life was hidden behind those meticulously designed photos.

He checked his calendar; tomorrow was the first day of the comic convention. Once he got a clear, frontal photo, he could try possessing the target at the appropriate time, just like before. Experience told him that it was best to choose a time when the target was alone and relaxed, making the transition smoother.

In the evening, Lin Mo packed his gear: phone, power bank, and portable camera—but the real focus was the gray-icon app on his phone. He practiced taking a few pictures of the figurines on the table with his phone. The app interface was so simple it was almost rudimentary, with only a viewfinder and a round shutter button; there weren't even any filters or settings options.

But it was precisely this simplicity that made him feel uneasy.

It was late at night. Lin Mo lay in bed, his mind replaying tomorrow's scene: a crowded anime convention, a stage filled with flashing lights, and Xiaoyu, who always had a sweet smile in the photos. He needed a clear close-up of her face, preferably taken in good lighting. If all went well, he might be able to try to connect that night—the moment she returned to her hotel room after a day of activities, when she let her guard down.

However, this time is different from before. Previously, the possessions were all with strangers, and there was no further contact afterward. But Xiaoyu is a public figure, with a large following even in the margins of the internet. If anything goes wrong...

Lin Mo shook his head, dispelling these doubts. He had gradually mastered the control rules: during possession, the original owner's consciousness seemed to fall into a deep sleep; after returning to his own body, the other party would only feel as if they had had a vague dream; and only in a state of deep relaxation would the connection be stable and lasting.

The chirping of insects drifted in from outside the window on a summer night. Lin Mo dimmed the screen, reopened Xiaoyu's homepage, and swiped through one photo after another: the vague outline of her figure in a loose T-shirt in a home selfie, a funny expression in front of the mirror backstage at a comic convention, and that most famous photo of Ganyu in cosplay—she sat sideways on a prop stone platform, her legs wrapped in tight stockings crossed, her gaze carrying the unique coolness and allure of the character.

What is the real person behind these carefully crafted images like?

Lin Mo turned off his phone, plunging the room into darkness. He might find out tomorrow.

At 10 a.m. on Saturday, the A City Convention Center was already bustling with activity. Lin Mo squeezed into the crowd, his T-shirt soaked with sweat. The crowd around the main stage was the densest, with flashes of light going off everywhere—it was time for Xiao Yu to make her appearance.

The stage lights dimmed and then brightened, and dry ice from the smoke machine created a hazy mist. As the character's music began, a figure slowly emerged from behind the curtain. Even from a distance, Lin Mo instantly recognized it as Xiao Yu—the cosplayer of Gan Yu from Genshin Impact, perfectly capturing the look from that viral photo.

Black bodysuit stockings covered her entire body, from her neck to her toes. The curves of her chest were amplified and outlined by the specially made bodysuit fabric, and the metal embellishments on her waist shimmered under the lights. The slit design below her hips made her long legs appear and disappear as she walked. She wore a blue wig, and her exquisite makeup made her features look even more three-dimensional than in photos. Xiaoyu struck several classic poses in the center of the stage, and every turn or bend drew a burst of camera shutters and gasps of amazement.

Lin Mo squeezed to the front row, raised his phone, and took a few pictures through the gaps in the crowd. But there were just too many people, limiting his shooting angle; the pictures were either side shots or obscured by other people. He needed a clear front-facing photo.

The performance lasted about ten minutes, and Xiaoyu retreated backstage amidst applause. Lin Mo quickly went around to the side of the stage, where there were even more photographers. Through the gap in the half-open curtain, he saw Xiaoyu surrounded by a group of people, with all sorts of cameras practically glued to her. She was smiling, seemingly used to this kind of scene, but Lin Mo noticed a fleeting look of fatigue in her eyes.

"Alright, alright, let Xiaoyu rest for a bit!" A person who looked like an assistant squeezed in, trying to separate the overly enthusiastic photographer.

Lin Mo seized the opportunity, raising his phone the instant Xiao Yu turned to wipe her sweat—this time the angle was perfect, frontal, and well-lit, clearly capturing her delicate face in the viewfinder. He quickly tapped the shutter button, and the gray app quietly saved the photo. Now all he had to do was wait for the right moment.

For the next hour, Lin Mo lingered inside the convention hall, observing Xiao Yu's movements from a distance. She seemed to have a signing event planned, posing for photos and signing autographs for fans at a temporary booth. As noon approached, the crowd thinned slightly, and she finally managed to slip away, dragging a small suitcase to a relatively quiet corner.

The opportunity has arrived.

Lin Mo watched her sit down behind a pillar next to the water dispenser, a blind spot where only a few tourists hurried by. She unscrewed a bottle of mineral water, tilted her head back, and took a few sips, the graceful curve of her throat and neck rising and falling slightly with each swallow.

"Finally I can catch my breath," Lin Mo heard her mutter to herself. Her voice was colder than in the online videos, and it carried a hint of exhaustion. "Those guys just now, the camera was practically shoved into their chests... It was really enough."

Right now.

Lin Mo leaned against the opposite wall and opened the app. Only two photos appeared on the screen: the blurry profile he'd taken earlier, and the clear frontal photo from just now. He selected the latter, his finger hovering above the screen. Based on experience, he needed to concentrate, imagining the feeling of connecting with the photo...

A brief bout of dizziness struck.

His vision shifted—not like closing and opening his eyes, but more like the fleeting screen when changing channels on a TV. When he could "see clearly" again, his field of vision was noticeably lower, revealing hands holding a water bottle. The fingers were slender and long, with light blue nail polish. Black tights clung to the joints of each finger.

Lin Mo—or rather, the consciousness that now occupied Xiao Yu's body—looked down.

The moment his gaze shifted downwards, those full, rounded breasts immediately filled most of his vision. The black bodysuit fabric clung tightly to his rounded breasts from below his collarbone, creating a deep cleavage. With each breath, he could clearly feel the fabric's tightness and the heavy weight on his chest. The dual impact of sight and touch left Lin Mo speechless for a moment.

He tried to move his arm—Xiaoyu's arm rose, still holding half a bottle of water. With even a slight movement, a noticeable swaying sensation came from his chest, an experience both unfamiliar and shocking to Lin Mo, who was originally male.

"Hiss..." Lin Mo made a sound subconsciously, hearing a clear, crisp female voice—exactly the same as Xiao Yu's voice when she was talking to herself earlier, only the weariness in her tone was gone. "This is really..."

Out of the corner of my eye, I caught sight of a suitcase on the ground, covered in stickers of various anime characters. Next to it was a small crossbody bag, its zipper not fully closed, revealing a corner of a makeup mirror.

Lin Mo controlled his body to stand up, and the sensation in his legs immediately gave feedback: the black tights perfectly conformed to every curve of his legs, from his thighs to his calves and then to his ankles. The subtle tactile sensation of the fabric rubbing against each other as he walked, and the feeling of the socks folding behind his knees, were all incredibly clear.

He walked into the nearby restroom—the women's restroom. A delicate face was reflected in the mirror: beneath a blue wig was Xiaoyu's original makeup, her eyeliner slightly upturned, and her lip gloss glistening under the restroom lights. The curves of her bodysuit were clearly visible in the mirror, and her waist was cinched into a slender arc by the fabric.

Lin Mo reached out, his fingertips lightly touching the mirror's surface, then slowly moving down to touch his chest through the tight fabric. A soft sensation spread from his fingertips, accompanied by the rhythm of his heartbeat. The real weight, the real temperature, the real physiological response—all unlike any stranger he had ever possessed before.

He turned to look at the cubicle, his mind racing through the information. Based on previous experience, possession could last for several hours, during which the original owner's consciousness would be dormant. And now, with over an hour until the afternoon session of the comic convention began, he had plenty of time to adapt to this body, perhaps even...

Unlock things that can only be experienced in this body.

A blush crept onto the face in the mirror, and her eyelashes trembled slightly. Lin Mo—or rather, the consciousness currently enveloping this woman's body—looked into those eyes, a mixture of curiosity, shame, and a certain indescribable excitement. It was an expression that would never have appeared on Xiao Yu's original face.

Leaning slightly forward, the weight of her chest caused her upper body to naturally tilt forward. Her fingertips hooked the edge of the tight-fitting collar, gently pulling it open slightly. The black fabric was taut, requiring some **** to pull open, and a slight rustling sound was heard as the fabric separated from her skin.

Looking down, the pair of round breasts, encased in black stockings, were fully exposed in the mirror. Lin Mo cupped them in his hands, his palms instantly filled with a full, soft touch. The silky texture of the stockings contrasted wonderfully with the softness of the breasts below, like warm dough wrapped in silk.

With a gentle lift, the weight of her breasts was clearly felt in her hands. She tried shaking them up and down, and the two soft mounds swayed with the movement, the contours beneath the black fabric rippling alluringly. The image in the mirror was even more striking than she had imagined—those slender hands supporting her breasts, their pale knuckles sinking into the softness of the black fabric, their fingertips unconsciously pressing against the sides of her breasts, causing the fabric to slightly indent.

As the kneading intensifies, a stronger tactile feedback surges through the nerves. The fabric rubs against the sensitive nipples, and even through two layers of material—the bra under the tight-fitting clothes and the black stockings on the outside—one can clearly feel the two points on the chest gradually hardening. A slight tingling sensation mixes with the tingling from the kneading, creating a dizzying stimulation.

"Mmm..." A soft groan escaped unconsciously from deep within her throat, the woman's voice trembling at the end.

Her legs unconsciously pressed together, the fabric of her tight stockings rubbing against each other inside her knees. An indescribable emptiness, and a premonition of moisture, rose from the groin area. A faint warmth spread deep within her lower abdomen, as if something was being awakened.

Lin Mo's face flushed even more, and her breathing became rapid. Her free hand began to slide downwards, her fingertips slowly moving down her waistline through the fabric of her tight stockings, lingering at her lower abdomen, then continuing downwards, reaching between her legs—

"Tap, tap, tap..."

The crisp sound of high heels clicking on the floor tiles came from the bathroom entrance, growing louder as it approached.

As if doused with cold water, all movement abruptly ceased. Lin Mo jerked her hand back, frantically pulling her loosened collar back into place. The fabric at her chest tightened again, and the fine wrinkles left from the earlier kneading took a few seconds to smooth out.

The footsteps grew closer, accompanied by the sounds of several girls chatting and laughing.

"...That movie cosplay was so accurate!"

"I can't take it anymore, these boots hurt my feet so much..."

There was no time to hesitate. Lin Mo quickly scanned the area, located the innermost cubicle, pushed open the unlocked door, slipped inside, and quickly and gently locked the door behind him.

A soft "click" sounded.

Almost simultaneously, the sound of a door being pushed open came from the main restroom, and footsteps and laughter became clearer.

"I need to touch up my makeup; I have an autograph session this afternoon."

"Me too, my eyelashes are about to fall out..."

Two, no, at least three girls' voices. They seemed to be gathered around the sink.

Lin Mo leaned against the cubicle door, her heart pounding wildly in her chest—the heart of this woman's body beat rapidly and noticeably, and she could even feel the subtle vibrations in her chest. The excitement from before hadn't completely subsided; she could still feel the dampness between the fabrics when her legs were together, and the heat deep in her lower abdomen was still slowly churning.

He held his breath and listened carefully to the sounds outside.

The sound of a makeup bag zipper being pulled open, the gentle clinking of cosmetic bottles. The sound of running water, probably from washing hands to remove makeup residue. Then a rustling sound, like someone tidying up clothes.

“Oh, right,” a voice suddenly said, “Have you seen Xiaoyu? I think I saw her coming this way just now.”

Lin Mo's body froze instantly.

The discussion outside the cubicle continued, mentioning the autograph session arrangements and which booth's limited-edition merchandise hadn't sold out yet, but the topic of "where did Xiaoyu go?" was no longer discussed. Lin Mo's tense nerves relaxed slightly, and he leaned against the door, slowly sliding down to sit on the toilet seat.

Now, he has plenty of time to carefully "explore" this body.

Once his breathing stabilized, the excitement that had been interrupted surged up from deep within his body once more. The heat in his lower abdomen hadn't subsided, and the wet sensation between his legs became even more pronounced. Lin Mo looked down at his chest—the curves of his breasts, encased in black stockings, rose and fell gently with his breath.

Her hands covered it again, kneading with even more **** than before. The softness beneath the fabric obediently deformed, but when her fingertips slid over the top of her breasts, the sensation was somewhat off. Unlike the protrusion of a normal nipple, it felt as if a thin, slightly hard, round object was pressed against her skin.

Lin Mo hooked her fingers around the left collar of her tight-fitting top and pulled it down a little, peering down in the dim light of the cubicle. Inside the black tights, at the tip of her breast, was a flesh-colored, round nipple cover, its edge almost blending into the skin, making it difficult to notice without close inspection.

"So that's what was posted..." A thought flashed through my mind, accompanied by a mischievous excitement.

Lin Mo gently dug his right index fingernail into the edge of the nipple cover. The medical tape was firmly attached, making a slight "ripping" sound when torn, and a slight pain as his skin was pulled. Lin Mo paused, but the next second, an even stronger impulse propelled his finger—he pulled hard.

"Mmm..." The moment the nipple cover was completely torn off, the nipple was exposed to the cool air, and the rough weave of the tight stockings directly rubbed against the sensitive nipple. A jolt of pleasure shot from her chest to her spine.

Without the slightest hesitation, he turned to his right and tore off the other nipple cover in the same way. This time, mentally prepared, the pleasure was even more pronounced. Both nipples were fully erect, and through the thin black silk fabric, the two distinct protrusions at the top of his chest were clearly visible.

Lin Mo sat up straight again, cupping his breasts in his hands and gently swaying them up and down. Without the nipple covers, each sway brought the rough fabric of the tights directly against his nipples. The stimulation from his nipples was no longer the vague sensation through the covers, but a direct, sharp, and slightly stinging pleasure. With slightly larger movements, he even arched his back and hissed as he inhaled through his teeth.

That was so exciting!

Slowing down the pace, she used her fingertips to draw circles around the areolas through the fabric. The texture of the black stockings rubbed against the delicate skin of the areolas, sending shivers of pleasure through her. Her fingers circled the nipples, occasionally pressing or teasing the already erect nipples. Each touch made her body tremble slightly, her legs involuntarily pressing closer together, the muscles on the inside of her thighs tensing with excitement.

"Huff... um..." The suppressed breathing sounded particularly clear in the narrow cubicle. Lin Mo glanced up at the door, confirming that the person outside hadn't left yet.

An even bolder idea popped into my head.

His left hand groped for the seam of his bodysuit on his left shoulder, where there was a hidden clasp. He carefully unfastened it, then pulled down the left side of the bodysuit and black stockings. The restraints on his chest loosened slightly, exposing the upper part of his left breast to the air. The cool air made his skin break out in goosebumps.

Supporting the lower edge of her left breast with her left hand, her fingers sinking into the soft flesh, she lifted it upwards. She moved closer, her lips tentatively touching the exposed nipple.

The moment the wet tongue touched the nipple, Lin Mo—or rather, his body—trembled violently. An unprecedented sensitivity exploded in his chest, an electric-like pleasure shooting straight to his lower abdomen. He couldn't help but take one nipple into his mouth, gently sucking and circling the tip with his tongue. His right hand wasn't idle either, kneading his right breast even more forcefully through the black stockings, his fingers sinking deep into the softness. The sound of the fabric rubbing against the flesh mingled with the wet sounds of their lips and tongue, creating an alluring echo in the cubicle.

Multiple stimuli combined. The moist touch and slight suction from sucking in the mouth, the rough kneading of the other nipple through the rough fabric with the right hand, the increasingly obvious wetness and emptiness between the legs... waves of pleasure surged in, almost overwhelming consciousness.

"Ah...ha..." Her breathing became rapid, her waist arched forward unconsciously, pushing her breasts even closer into her mouth. The fingers of her left hand dug deeply into the soft flesh of her left breast, and the hand supporting it began to tremble.

The pleasure accumulated to a critical point.

A sharp spasm erupted from deep within her lower abdomen, instantly spreading throughout her body. Her legs clamped tightly together, her toes curling inside her boots. Her spine arched backward as if electrocuted, and a slight pain shot through her chest from an unintentional bite—but at this moment, the pain also became part of the pleasure. Warm fluid gushed from her lower body, soaking the fabric of her tight stockings between her legs, the sticky sensation clearly tangible.

The afterglow of the climax made my body tremble for more than ten seconds before it slowly subsided.

Lin Mo leaned against the cubicle wall, her chest heaving violently. One nipple was still in her mouth, her saliva making the tip wet and glistening in the dim light. Her right hand remained unconsciously on her right breast, the black stockings crumpled from being kneaded.

Outside the booth, the girls' laughter and chatter continued. They were discussing the afternoon's stage arrangements, complaining about how tiring it was to wear high heels, and looking forward to talking to their favorite cosplayers during the autograph session.

"You definitely have to watch Xiaoyu's interactive segment this afternoon, she's so good at creating a lively atmosphere!"

"Yeah, she's beautiful and professional, she's practically a goddess."

As Lin Mo listened to these comments, she looked down at the mess her chest had been played with—her left nipple was completely exposed, the tip red and erect, wet and glistening with saliva; her right nipple protruded through the crumpled, slippery black stockings. A sense of absurdity and stimulating immorality surged through her.

The perfect, professional cosplayer goddess is currently hiding in a restroom stall at the anime convention, reaching orgasm by playing with her breasts. Meanwhile, the girls outside who idolize her are completely unaware of this.

He slowly released his mouth, pulled the left side of the bodysuit back into place, and fastened the snap. As the black silk fabric once again enveloped the nipple, which had been licked until it was sticky, the friction caused another slight tremor in his body. The right breast wasn't in much better shape; the kneading had left a small damp patch of fabric clinging tightly to the nipple.

The afterglow of the climax had not completely faded, and a tingling, throbbing sensation lingered deep in her lower abdomen. But her consciousness was even clearer, and an even stronger desire to explore rose from her lower abdomen.

If simply playing with the nipples can bring such intense pleasure... then what about the next part?

Lin Mo looked down between her legs. The dark blue cosplay outfit had a high slit, revealing a large expanse of skin covered by black stockings at the waist, but the crucial private area was covered by layers of fabric—the outer layer was the thick fabric of the cosplay outfit, the inner layer was a bodysuit, and the innermost layer was black stockings directly against her skin. It was like a gift wrapped in layers.

He reached out and, through the cosplay outfit and bodysuit, placed his palm on that triangular area. Even through several layers of fabric, he could still feel a warm, moist temperature emanating from it, as well as the soft contours of that area that were slightly raised above the surrounding area.

Her fingers tentatively pressed down; the thick fabric hindered the delicate touch, but the subtle stimulation from the friction still made her body, still recovering from an orgasm, tremble slightly. The dampness between her legs became more pronounced, the wet stockings clinging to her skin.

No, I can't feel it like that.

Lin Mo glanced around the cramped cubicle, then finally fixed his gaze on the phone at his feet. He bent down, picked it up, unlocked the screen, turned on the camera and switched to recording mode, then carefully placed the phone flat on the cubicle floor with the lens facing upwards.

Next came the challenge of adjusting the pose. The material of the cosplay costume itself was quite thick and tough. In such a small space, it was necessary to both spread out the cover and ensure that the key parts could be photographed... Lin Mo bit her lower lip, and an even more embarrassing but seemingly feasible solution popped into her mind.

He gripped the edges of his bodysuit and cosplay outfit on the inside of his thighs with both hands and pulled them apart forcefully. The taut fabric made a slight creaking sound, and a small gap was barely created between his legs. But the cubicle was too narrow to sit properly and look at his phone screen.

Lin Mo hesitated for a few seconds, then made up his mind. He slowly stood up, holding onto the partition wall, pulled up the hem of his cosplay outfit a little, then rose on his tiptoes and slowly lowered himself into a half-squat position. He spread his legs as wide as possible to the sides, his heels off the ground, and his entire weight rested on his toes.

It was an extremely unstable position; the muscles in her thighs trembled violently as she supported her body, and her ankles, encased in black stockings, felt like they were about to cramp. But the effect was achieved—through the gap in her pulled-open clothes, she could vaguely see the image displayed on the phone screen.

Lin Mo freed one hand and groped his way to his crotch. This time, instead of going through layers of fabric, he directly reached inside the bodysuit that had been pulled open and was clinging to his body.

His fingertips first touched the still-wet black stockings. The silky fibers were completely soaked with love fluid, clinging tightly to his skin, feeling sticky and slippery to the touch. He traced the slippery fabric downwards, his fingertips touching a soft indentation—the location of the labia.

But the feel isn't quite right.

He didn't find the expected edge of the underwear; instead, he touched a small, rough object above the indentation, the texture of medical tape. Lin Mo gently pried open the edge of the small object with his fingernail, trying to peel it off—

Then he froze.

What was stuck there wasn't anything special, just a very ordinary piece of medical tape, about the size of a band-aid. Beneath the tape lay the female genitalia, directly exposed to the air and only covered by the thin fibers of black stockings. There was no underwear to obstruct the view.

The information before me caused my mind to go blank for a moment. But then, an even more intense excitement surged up. This cosplayer named Xiaoyu, in order to prevent the edge of her underwear from showing during the performance and affecting the overall effect of her cosplay costume, actually chose to simply use tape, skipping the underwear altogether... or rather, during the performance, her lower body was almost completely unprotected except for this thin layer of black stockings.

Lin Mo gently pressed her fingertips against that soft spot through the soaked stockings. The fabric fibers were completely saturated with her love juice, sticking stickily to her sensitive labia. With a little pressure, the silky fibers slid between the sensitive folds. The moment she touched it, the intense stimulation made her whole body tremble violently, almost causing her to lose her balance.

"Ah..." A suppressed groan escaped from deep in his throat. Lin Mo quickly steadied himself by holding onto the partition wall.

The pleasure from the touch was too direct and intense, almost excessive for a body that had just experienced an orgasm. He stopped, panting, and looked down at the phone screen fixed between his legs—the image displayed on the screen was extremely erotic: in a half-squatting position, his legs were completely open, wet black stockings clung tightly to his genitals, vaguely outlining the contours of his labia, and a small piece of torn medical tape was hanging from the base of his thigh.

To make matters worse, the way he had just bulged out his clothes caused the edge of the cosplay outfit to rise, creating a rough, thick bulge of fabric between his legs, like a rough piece of cloth pressed tightly against his already extremely sensitive genitals.

Lin Mo stared at the shape of the pile of fabric on the screen, and a crazy idea popped into his mind.

He adjusted his squatting posture slightly to ensure his center of gravity was stable. Then, with his free hands, he grasped the edge of the thick fabric bulging between his legs and began to slowly move up and down.

The rough fabric of the cosplay costume, through the soaked black stockings, rubbed back and forth against that most sensitive area. The outermost layer of thick fabric provided a rough touch, while the soaked stockings in the middle provided a slippery medium. With each upward pull or downward press, the rough texture of the fabric scraped against the clitoris and labia. Vibrations traveled deep through the slippery fabric, and each friction caused the body to spasm involuntarily.

"Mmm...uh..." Lin Mo bit her lower lip tightly, trying not to make a sound, but her suppressed breathing still echoed in the small space. Her hands quickened the speed at which they pulled the fabric, the up-and-down movements becoming faster and more forceful.

The fabric between her legs was completely soaked, each friction producing a more sticky, wet sound. Pleasure built up at an astonishing speed, spreading from deep within her lower abdomen to every part of her body. The muscles on the inside of her thighs trembled violently, her toes almost unable to support her weight.

But he couldn't stop.

My vision blurred as I stared at the image on the phone screen on the ground—the trembling area rubbed repeatedly by the fabric, and the piece of fabric in my hand that had been completely soaked and turned dark.

"I'm...I'm going..."

The next climax came more intensely than expected. Her legs clenched tightly together, but the rough fabric only amplified the pressure. Her abdominal muscles contracted violently, and a large amount of warm fluid gushed out, instantly soaking the fabric and stockings until they were dripping wet. Her entire body arched backward, her back slamming heavily against the cubicle wall with a dull thud.

My consciousness went blank for a few seconds.

When he came to his senses, his body was still trembling slightly, his crotch was soaked, and the fabric he had used for rubbing was completely drenched, with water droplets even visible on his phone screen. If it weren't for the layers of heavy cosplay costumes that had blocked his way, the bodily fluids that had gushed out during his orgasm would probably have splashed directly onto the phone camera lens below.

As consciousness slowly returned from the afterglow of the climax, Lin Mo steadied his limp body by holding onto the partition wall. At the same time, some unfamiliar fragments of information began to surface in his mind—like suddenly added memories, yet hazy and indistinct, as if veiled by a thin mist.

[The afternoon session starts at 2:30 PM...and there's an interactive segment I need to host...]

[My makeup bag is in the small pocket on the right side of the outer layer of my suitcase...]

[I need to touch up my eye makeup later, it smudged a bit from sweating...]

[That spare pair of tights...should be at the very bottom of the suitcase...]

These fragmented memories surfaced naturally in my consciousness, as if they were things I already knew. It seems my previous speculation was correct; reaching orgasm through the body would trigger some fragments of the original owner's memories, which could be considered an "additional benefit" of possession.

Lin Mo glanced down at the time on his phone screen: 1:47 PM. There were still more than forty minutes until the afternoon session started.

He took a deep breath and began to deal with the situation. First, there was the embarrassing mess—the fabric between his legs was completely soaked, and the tight stockings clung stickily to his skin, exuding a sweet, sensual scent. His chest wasn't in much better shape; his nipples were still red, swollen, and erect, clearly visible through the wet black stockings.

But the fragments of memory reminded me that there were spare tights in my luggage.

Lin Mo carefully opened the cubicle door, and after confirming that no one was outside, he quickly walked to his suitcase. As he crouched down, he realized his legs were still trembling slightly, and a lingering tingling sensation ran through his lower body. Fortunately, relying on his memory, he quickly found a sealed bag at the bottom of the suitcase, inside which was a brand new pair of black bodysuit stockings.

He returned to his cubicle, locked the door, and began the arduous task of removing his soaking wet shoes. The process was stimulating—the slippery fabric peeling off his skin, rubbing against his sensitive chest and the damp area between his legs, almost aroused another physical reaction. Especially when he tore off the medical tape at the base of his legs, the slight pain and pleasure from the pulling of his skin mixed together, causing him to gasp for breath several times.

Putting on new stockings was just as troublesome. You had to start from the toes and pull them up little by little to ensure every inch was flat and snug. When the new, dry stockings covered my chest, the irritation from the friction against my nipples was still noticeable, but it was much better than when they were wet.

Lin Mo stood in the cubicle, rearranging his cosplay outfit. The dark blue outer garment was thick, but the fabric between his legs was wrinkled from previous rough handling. He carefully smoothed it out with his hands, then, guided by his memory, took a new, smaller, and more transparent piece of medical tape from the edge of his makeup bag and reattached it to that intimate area.

Finally, it was time to touch up his makeup. He carried his suitcase and makeup bag to the sink. The face in the mirror still resembled Xiaoyu's, except that her cheeks still held a passionate blush, and her eyes were glistening with tears. Lin Mo picked up a powder compact and gently pressed it onto his cheeks, then carefully touched up his eyeliner and lipstick.

Then, looking at himself in the mirror, he tried to mimic a few of Gan Yu's signature poses—slightly turning to the side, raising his right hand to his chest, slightly pulling his left leg back, and raising his chin slightly. The figure in the mirror perfectly replicated the poses from the photos on Xiao Yu's social media account, with an expression that carried Gan Yu's unique aloofness and detachment.

Interestingly, when he performed these professional poses with the help of fragmented memories, his physical reactions were actually suppressed. Even though the tight stockings were still rubbing against his sensitive areas, the fluidity and ease of his movements seemed to mask those physiological stimuli, much like how an actor temporarily forgets their own state when they get into character.

Lin Mo took out his phone, turned on the front-facing camera, and took a few selfies in the mirror. Then, remembering something, he turned off the video recording mode, allowing the extremely private video file from earlier to appear in his photo album. Through the social media apps Xiaoyu commonly used on her phone, he sent these selfies and the video to his other account.

After successfully sending the message, he deleted the chat history and put his phone back in his small bag.

The restroom door opened again, and several cosplayers walked in, chatting and laughing. Their eyes lit up when they saw Lin Mo: "Sister Xiaoyu! You really were here!"

"I couldn't find you earlier, I thought you went to the rest room first."

"I'm really looking forward to the interactive session this afternoon!"

Lin Mo—or rather, Lin Mo who was now completely playing the role of "Xiao Yu"—slightly curled the corners of his mouth, revealing a polite and professional smile: "I felt a bit stuffy just now, so I came out for some fresh air. Shall we head over?"

His tone was natural, and his posture impeccable. Only he knew that between his legs beneath the loose long skirt, the thin black stockings clung tightly to his sensitive skin after his recent orgasm; his nipples, encased in the tight fabric, were still slightly swollen, and the friction against the fabric with each movement brought waves of subtle pleasure.

He picked up his suitcase and strode out. His high heels clicked crisply on the tiles, his long, straight legs encased in black stockings, and the curves outlined by his bodysuit attracted many eyes. The afternoon's comic convention would continue, and the character "Xiaoyu" would be presented to the audience in her most perfect form.

This time, however, only Lin Mo, who possessed that body, knew what kind of secret revelry that body had just experienced beneath the perfect facade.

The rehearsal area was located in a relatively open area on the side of the convention hall. The afternoon sun slanted in through the high windows, casting bright spots of light on the floor. Huge anime posters covered three walls, and soft background music played from the speakers, but it was quickly drowned out by various footsteps, conversations, and the voices of the rehearsal instructors.

When Lin Mo pushed his suitcase in, his vision was almost instantly filled with the scene before him.

On the left are several girls dressed as characters from Arknights. One of them, a white-haired girl cosplaying Saria, is practicing a turning pose. The heavy armor-like suit covers her slender body, but as she turns, the black bodysuit peeking out from the gaps in the armor on her waist outlines her slim waist and the curves of her full hips. With each arm she raises, the armor on her chest sways gently, as if the softness inside is about to overflow.

On the right is a cosplay of Mash Kyrielight from *Fate/Grand Order*, where the cosplayer is adjusting her pose while holding a shield. The tight-fitting purple combat suit is almost like a second skin, perfectly replicating the character's curves. The fabric, especially around the thighs, clearly shows the muscle definition and the full, elastic curve where the hips and thighs meet during movement. When she bends down to check the shield's placement, the bodysuit forms an alluring V-shape at the back, extending all the way to her waist.

The central area was even more lively. A group of Genshin Impact cosplayers were rehearsing their scene—the cosplayers dressed as Luminosity and Paimon were squatting together, with a tall woman dressed as Zhongli standing next to them. Zhongli's dark brown robe seemed conservative, but as she walked, the slit in the hem would occasionally reveal her long, slender legs encased in tight pants, and the metal ornaments hanging from her waist would sway with her steps, making a crisp sound.

Further away, several male cosplayers were equally eye-catching. A tall boy dressed as Gojo Satoru from Jujutsu Kaisen, with a blindfold covering his face and his strong chest muscles visible beneath the open front of his white uniform, was practicing fighting moves with a cosplayer dressed as Itadori Hisahito. With each punch and turn, the hem of his uniform fluttered, revealing glimpses of his abdominal muscles.

What truly captivated Lin Mo's gaze was a set of characters from "Honkai Impact 3rd." The blonde girl portraying Rita Rossweisse was adjusting her maid outfit. The design of the outfit itself was suggestive—the cinched-waist top accentuated her breasts, and beneath the voluminous black and white skirt, over-the-knee stockings tightly encased her shapely calves, the skin slightly reddened from the shallow indentations created by the stocking tops. Even more subtle was the length of the skirt, which fell just to mid-thigh; whenever she bent over or turned, the fluttering of the skirt revealed glimpses of skin encased in stockings.

Another cosplayer dressed as Yae Sakura went even further. The upper part of her shrine maiden outfit was relatively loose, but it was tightly cinched at the waist with a belt, highlighting her slender figure. The lower half... well, that was definitely a modified version. The slit in her long red skirt reached almost to her upper thigh, revealing flesh-colored leggings underneath that blended almost seamlessly with her skin tone under the lights, making it appear from a distance as if she were bare-legged. When she practiced her sword-drawing techniques, with each swing, the slit would fully open, exposing her entire long leg from her upper thigh to her ankle, the muscle lines stretching and contracting with each movement, full of power and beauty.

The air was thick with the mingled scents of cosmetics, sweat, and fabric. Wigs of various colors swayed, and the metallic embellishments on clothing jingled. Some were stretching, their long legs raised high, their tight pants creating distinct creases on their inner thighs; others were practicing dance moves, their skirts swirling like blooming flowers; still others were helping each other adjust their makeup, their fingers gently brushing against each other's cheeks...

Lin Mo stood at the entrance, his gaze uncontrollably wandering among the bodies. The shapes of the breasts encased in tight-fitting clothes, the waists etched into the fabric by movement, the legs and buttocks glimpsed beneath various short skirts and high-slit designs... every detail stimulated his nerves, causing the restlessness that had just subsided deep within his body to stir again.

He subconsciously swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbing—although Xiaoyu's body didn't have a prominent Adam's apple, the movement looked somewhat subtle.

"Xiaoyu, you're here!"

A voice broke his gaze. Lin Mo turned his head and saw a petite girl waving at him. She was cosplaying Karyl from "Princess Connect!", and her cat-ear hair ornaments trembled with her movements.

“Everyone’s waiting for you,” Karyl skipped over, her makeup as exquisite as a porcelain doll’s. “We just went over the schedule for the afternoon’s interactive session. Would you like to take another look?”

Lin Mo nodded, forcing herself to look away from the distractions, and followed her to the center of the rehearsal area. But her peripheral vision still caught glimpses of the surrounding scene: a cosplayer bending over to change her shoes, her full buttocks, tightly encased in white knee-high socks, revealed beneath her short skirt; two girls dressed as students from "The Blue Files" checking each other's costumes, one's hand inadvertently brushing against the other's buttocks covered by her short skirt...

Rehearsals have begun.

First, there was the design for audience interaction. Lin Mo—or rather, Xiao Yu at this moment—stood in his designated spot and began practicing his hosting lines. His voice was clear and sweet, his posture elegant and poised, and every movement was just right. The fragments of memory provided him with enough professional skills to complete everything without any obstacles.

But the real challenge is the following situational performance segment.

They will recreate the scene from Genshin Impact where Gan Yu and Shen He first meet in Liyue Harbor. This is not a simple standing dialogue, but a short theatrical performance with physical interaction and dance elements.

When the cosplayer portraying Shen He walked over from the other side of the rehearsal area, Lin Mo almost held her breath.

This cosplayer chose the outfit that Shen He wears when he enters combat in the game—a tight-fitting combat suit with black and gold accents. The shoulder and arm armor designs are full of power, but what is most striking is the outfit's emphasis on the physique.

The top is cut almost completely to fit the body, tapering from broad shoulders to a slender waist, then suddenly flaring out at the hips, perfectly outlining the shape of a "peach butt." It's not just a simple curve, but a full and firm butt with a distinct upward curve, presenting an amazing three-dimensionality and elasticity under the tight fabric.

The combat trousers feature a high-waisted design, extending from the waist to mid-thigh before connecting to black over-the-knee boots. This design accentuates her waist-to-hip ratio—her slender waist appears almost encircling her, while her full, pert hips resemble ripe peaches, exuding the allure of a mature woman.

This cosplayer appears to be around 27 or 28 years old. Her makeup doesn't try to make her look younger; instead, it highlights the features and charm of a mature woman. Her long, deep purple hair is tied into a neat ponytail at the back of her head, with a few strands falling beside her cheeks, making her jawline even more defined.

"Are you ready, Xiaoyu?" She walked over with a smile, her voice deep and magnetic.

Lin Mo nodded. According to the rehearsal process, they needed to have a dialogue first, followed by a slow, dance-like interaction. The actor playing Shen He would act as the guide, while Gan Yu would need to portray the character's aloofness and confusion.

Music begins.

The first action was Shen He taking Gan Yu's hand. Lin Mo raised his arm and let her hand grasp his wrist. That hand was a little larger than Xiao Yu's hand, with long, strong fingers and fine calluses on the fingertips.

The second movement was a spin. Shen He gently nudged her shoulder, guiding her to turn. Lin Mo obediently spun around, during which his back almost pressed against hers. Through the two layers of cosplay costume, he could clearly feel the full curves of her chest against his back, full and soft.

The third movement... was the most difficult part. According to the design, Gan Yu needed to lean back slightly under Shen He's guidance, almost half-lying in Shen He's arms, and looking up.

During rehearsals, Lin Mo's back was pressed completely against Shen He's chest. He could feel the softness of Shen He's chest being squeezed and deformed, the sensation of it pressing against his own back near his shoulder blades. Even more subtly, this position caused the curve of his hips to be completely pressed against Shen He's abdomen and thighs...

"Relax, don't be nervous," Shen He whispered in her ear, his warm breath brushing against her earlobe.

Lin Mo was indeed nervous, but not because of the rehearsal. It was because of the dual stimulation from her body—the feeling of her back being pressed tightly against a mature woman's full breasts, the subtle pressure of her buttocks against the other woman's firm abdomen, and the warm body temperature emanating from the other woman's arms...

The performance lasted about five minutes. When it ended, Lin Mo almost immediately broke free from the intimate position, feeling her cheeks burning.

“Good coordination,” the actor playing Shen He let go of her hand and stretched his shoulders. “But you were a little stiff just now. You can relax a bit more during the actual performance this afternoon.”

"Sorry..." Lin Mo said softly, but his gaze unconsciously drifted back to the other person's figure. From this angle, the tight-fitting combat suit accentuated her curves even more breathtakingly—her waist was astonishingly slender, while her hips were full and rounded like a work of art. With each movement, the muscles in her buttocks tightened and relaxed beneath the fabric, creating an alluring dynamic arc.

It's time for a break.

Lin Mo went to the water dispenser to get some water, but her eyes were constantly on Shen He's position. She saw Shen He walk towards the corner chair, seemingly preparing to adjust the straps of her clothes.

An idea began to grow wildly in my mind.

Lin Mo took a few sips of water, took a deep breath, and then walked towards that corner.

Shen He was facing away from him, adjusting a strap on her shoulder armor. The position **** her to bend slightly, which accentuated the curves of her hips—the tight fabric created a deep indentation between her buttocks, which then bulged outward into a perfect hemisphere.

Without giving himself time to hesitate, Lin Mo quickly stepped forward, reached out from behind, and hugged the other person's waist.

"Ah!" Shen He was startled by the sudden hug and his body stiffened.

But Lin Mo's hands had already moved up swiftly, and through the thick yet close-fitting fabric of the combat uniform, his palms completely covered the other person's chest. The moment his palms sank into the soft fabric, Lin Mo almost gasped.

The feel... full, soft, yet with amazing elasticity. Even through several layers of fabric, you could clearly feel its heavy weight and full curves. With a gentle pinch of your fingertips, you could feel the flesh deform in your palm and then quickly spring back.

What's even more thrilling is that when you knead it hard with your palm, you can clearly feel that one of the nipples has hardened and stood erect, pressing against the fabric of the combat uniform, forming a small but clear protrusion.

"Xiaoyu?" Shen He's voice came from ahead, without any obvious panic, but rather with a hint of doubt and... a kind of playful tone unique to mature women, "What are you doing?"

Lin Mo didn't answer, but pressed his body even closer to hers. Xiao Yu's slender body pressed against Shen He's full, mature back, and the height difference between the two was just right, making Lin Mo's face almost buried in the back of the other's neck.

Through two layers of clothing, he could feel the warmth of the other person's body and the supple texture of their back muscles. And further down... Lin Mo slightly raised his knee, gently pressing it against the other person's inner thigh, just below their buttocks. This movement was subtle, yet it allowed him to more clearly perceive the amazing elasticity of the other person's buttocks, while also subtly rubbing his genitals against the other person's cleft through the fabric.

"Your figure... is really good." Lin Mo finally spoke, his voice slightly hoarse from deliberately lowering it, creating a subtle sense of incongruity when mixed with Xiao Yu's originally sweet voice.

Shen He seemed to relax a bit. "Thank you for the compliment," she chuckled, sounding not at all annoyed, "but we're still in the rehearsal area, Xiaoyu."

But her hand covered Lin Mo's hand, which was wrapped around her chest, and instead of pushing it away, she seemed to unconsciously caress his fingers.

This touch was like a spark igniting.

Lin Mo kneaded her breasts again, feeling the flesh overflowing in his palm, almost too much to grasp. The fabric of her combat uniform rustled softly from the kneading. "After this afternoon...do you have time to talk?" He leaned closer, his lips almost touching her ear. "In private."

Shen He remained silent for a few seconds. The background noise in the rehearsal area seemed particularly loud at this moment—music, conversations, and footsteps all blended together.

Then, she turned her head slightly, her gaze meeting Lin Mo's at a very close distance. His eyes were deep purple, long and mature under the eyeliner, with something indescribable flowing within them.

“Of course,” she finally said, her tone calm but with a hint of ambiguity. “Room 3 in Section A is rarely used. After the afternoon show… I’ll wait for you there.”

After saying that, she gently pried Lin Mo's arms off her and turned to leave. Her movements were natural and fluid, as if nothing had happened.

But Lin Mo's palms still retained that rich, soft touch; the faint scent of perfume lingered around his nose, mixed with the warm body fragrance unique to women; and his lower body reacted again from the friction just now, the fabric of the tight stockings rubbing against his sensitive areas, bringing waves of subtle stimulation.

He watched Shen He walk back into the rehearsal group, his peach-shaped buttocks, encased in a tight combat uniform, swaying from side to side with each step, the full curves creating a mesmerizing interplay of light and shadow under the lights.

The afternoon performances and interactive sessions look like they're going to be even more interesting.

——————

The afternoon performance started promptly at 2:30 p.m.

The main stage lights swept across the audience seats, finally focusing on the center of the curtain. As the character's theme music began, Lin Mo—or rather, Xiao Yu who was now on stage—appeared alongside several other main cosplayers.

Applause erupted instantly, and flashes of light from cameras went off one after another, like a dense explosion of sparks at the edge of the field of vision. The dark mass of people below the stage stretched deep into the venue, everyone waving light sticks, phones, and even professional camera lenses. Those lenses, reflecting the stage lights, were like countless eyes, all focused on every movement on stage.

Lin Mo stood in her designated spot on the stage according to the rehearsal, a professional and sweet smile on her face. But deep down, a completely different kind of excitement was spreading within her.

He could clearly see the horizontal posture of several photographers in the front row, their telephoto lenses aimed directly at the stage; he could see the staff carrying cameras in the wing of the press area, adjusting their angles to record the live broadcast; and he could also see countless ordinary people in the audience holding up their phones, the reflections from their screens creating a shimmering ocean in the air.

The stage lights were intense and warm, almost scorching when they shone on me. But even more scorching than the lights was the illusion of being watched, being focused on, having countless gazes penetrate my clothes.

The performance officially began.

The first segment was an interactive Q&A session. Lin Mo, holding the microphone, asked questions in Xiao Yu's consistently sweet voice, guiding the interaction between the stage and the audience. Whenever he needed to move, he would deliberately adjust his steps, causing the high-cut cosplay outfit to billow up when he turned, revealing more of his inner thighs covered by black stockings.

Angle was key. He noticed a particularly enthusiastic photographer to his left, his camera with a prominent telephoto lens, almost always pointed at him. So, in his next turn, Lin Mo slightly adjusted his direction, ensuring he was facing that lens. As he raised his arm, the tight-fitting clothes on his upper body were pulled, making the two nipples on his chest, still sensitive from the previous rough handling, protrude even more noticeably against the fabric.

The flashes immediately went off, one after another.

Lin Mo maintained a professional smile, but inwardly she was pleasantly imagining: the photographer probably had no idea what he had captured. Perhaps he would look at the photos when he got home, zoom in on the details, and then discover that faintly visible outline...

The second segment was a reenactment of a scene. The music changed, and the stage lighting turned a soft blue tone.

Lin Mo and the cosplayer playing Shen He once again engaged in that intimate, dance-like interaction. When it was necessary to lean back and rest in the other's arms, Lin Mo's posture was bolder than during rehearsals—he relaxed his body, completely surrendering himself to the other's support, his entire upper body arching back into a graceful arc.

From this angle, he was facing two fixed cameras suspended above the audience seats.

Lin Mo raised his gaze slightly, which met the lens of one of the cameras. He knew that the resolution of these public cameras might not be high enough, but it was sufficient to record the entire stage.

So he made an extremely subtle but absolutely deliberate movement—when he leaned back to the maximum extent in Shen He's arms, he slightly separated his legs.

The high-slit skirt slipped to the sides with this movement, exposing more of the area covered by black stockings at the top of her thighs. The camera, positioned directly opposite her, could perfectly capture this moment.

Even more subtly, the bodysuit on her chest tightened further due to the stretching of her body, outlining the shape of her breasts as if they were about to break free from their restraints. Under the intense stage lights, the two small protrusions at the top created clearly visible, subtle shadows on the fabric.

These few seconds of pose were completely preserved in the performance, but in Lin Mo's subjective experience, time seemed to be stretched out.

He could imagine someone watching the screen in the background monitoring system; he could imagine this segment being watched by tens of thousands of people in the live stream; he could imagine how many people would pause, replay, and take screenshots of the recorded version uploaded to the website...

The core of the challenge lies in the realization that no one knows his true inner state at that moment. Everyone assumes they are only witnessing a meticulously crafted performance, a professional cosplayer's presentation.

No one knows what this body just went through in the restroom stall. No one knows the current state of moisture beneath the thin layer of medical tape covering her legs, which are now encased in stockings. No one knows that the two erect nipples on her chest are not from the cold, but from the excessive stimulation during the previous play.

As Shen He's arm wrapped around his waist, guiding him through a rotation, their bodies pressed tightly together once more. This time, Lin Mo almost deliberately thrust his hips back, pressing his entire buttocks against the other's abdomen and thighs.

Even through two layers of fabric, he could clearly feel the warmth and firmness of Shen He's thighs. And a certain part of the other's body—whether intentionally or not—was pressed against the center of his buttocks, gently squeezing and rubbing up and down with the rotational movement.

Lin Mo almost let out a soft groan. He quickly bit his lower lip, using all his willpower to maintain a calm expression.

As the spin ended, he used the momentum to slightly turn to the side, facing another person holding a professional camera below the stage. This time, Lin Mo adjusted the angle of her skirt to ensure that the curves of her hips and legs, covered by black stockings, were fully exposed to the camera.

He knew that from this angle, the fabric of the tights extending from the top of the thigh to the waist would appear exceptionally taut, perfectly outlining the shape of his buttocks—round, full, like a ripe fruit.

The performance ended with applause.

The moment he stepped back into the background, Lin Mo let out a long sigh of relief. But the excitement that had been ignited within him did not subside at all; on the contrary, it burned even brighter because of his bold little actions in front of everyone.

He exchanged a few brief pleasantries with the other cosplayers, said he was going to the dressing room to change his clothes, and then hurriedly left the backstage area.

Lounge No. 3 in Section A is located at the very end of the corridor, far from the hustle and bustle of the main stage. The lettering on the doorplate is somewhat blurred, and only a few emergency lights emit a dim glow in the corridor.

Lin Mo pushed open the door.

The room was dark, with only a few colored lights filtering through the blinds from the huge neon sign of the comic convention venue outside. The light cut stripes of light and shadow on the floor, barely illuminating the simple furnishings: a sofa, a small table, and a few prop boxes piled in the corner.

Shen He's cosplayer was standing by the window with her back to the door, seemingly watching the crowd outside. Hearing the door open, she slowly turned around.

The black and gold bodysuit gleamed faintly in the dim light, its curves even more breathtaking than those on stage. The contours of the waist and hips, in particular, appeared even more profound in the shadows, like some secret terrain waiting to be explored.

"You're right on time." Her voice was even deeper than on stage, with a hint of lazy laughter.

Lin Mo entered the room and instinctively reached back to close the door—only to find it blocked by something. Looking down, he saw a simple doorstop fixed to the back of the door. Clearly, Shen He had ensured the door wouldn't be accidentally pushed open before he entered.

"Click".

Almost simultaneously, Shen He stepped forward and gently pulled down the latch on the inside of the door. The sound was exceptionally clear in the quiet room.

Lin Mo's heart skipped a beat. He looked up at the other person, and in the dim light, Shen He's eyes seemed even deeper than those on the stage, his pupils reflecting a strange light under the colorful spots of light.

"What?" Shen He smiled and took a step closer to him. "Didn't you say yourself that you wanted to talk about this privately?"

Her tone was calm, but every word was like a tiny hook, gently catching Lin Mo's attention.

“Of course,” Lin Mo **** himself to pull back his jumbled thoughts and stepped forward. “I’m very interested in you.”

“I can tell.” Shen He’s fingers lightly traced the buckle on the side of his combat uniform. “On stage…some of his movements are quite daring.”

Lin Mo didn't deny it, but instead moved closer: "You don't like it?"

"Whether you like it or not..." Shen He suddenly reached out and placed his palm on Lin Mo's abdomen. Through the fabric of the cosplay outfit, his palm was warm and strong. "We'll have to see how he performs next to decide."

Then she gave it a gentle push.

Lin Mo was caught off guard and took two steps back, his shin hitting the edge of the sofa, causing him to lose his balance and fall backward. The sofa was softer than he had expected, and he sank into it.

Almost simultaneously, Shen He approached, one leg straddling the sofa armrest, his knee pressing against the sofa and positioned precisely between Lin Mo's legs. Although most of his weight was suspended in the air, the sense of oppression and his superior posture were unmistakable.

Lin Mo subconsciously tried to sit up, but Shen He pressed down on her shoulder with one hand.

“Don’t rush,” she leaned closer, her gray wig cascading down, strands brushing against Lin Mo’s cheek, “Let’s have a proper ‘talk’ first.”

Her other hand slid to Lin Mo's waist and found the zipper of the cosplay costume. The sound of the metal zipper being pulled was particularly jarring in the quiet room, slow, undeniably relentless, as it went down.

Lin Mo felt as if the air in his chest had been sucked out. He looked up and met a pair of eyes that seemed even more complex in the dim light—eyes that held amusement, control, and a mature woman's clear understanding of the situation.

But I am the prey.

——————

"So easily flustered?" Shen He's voice came from above, filled with undisguised pleasure. She seemed to enjoy Lin Mo's reaction at this moment—being pushed down onto the sofa, the zipper of his cosplay outfit half-unzipped, his movements somewhat flustered as he tried to get up but was restrained by her.

The hand on his shoulder tightened slightly, forcing Lin Mo to sink deeper into the sofa. Then, Shen He leaned down, his other hand reaching under Lin Mo's neck to support his head and guide it towards his own chest.

Lin Mo's face bumped into something soft and warm.

Although the combat suit was made of thick fabric, its tight-fitting design still allowed him to clearly feel the shape and warmth of her full breasts below. What he found even more irresistible was the overwhelming scent of a mature woman—a mixture of perfume, slightly salty sweat, and the unique sweet warmth of her skin.

"Mmm..." Lin Mo tried to struggle, but Shen He pressed down on the back of his head, burying him even deeper between his breasts. His face was completely enveloped in softness, and his nostrils were filled with that strong feminine scent.

This position lasted for about ten seconds. Just before he was about to suffocate, Shen He slightly loosened her grip, allowing him to turn his face to the side to breathe. But then, she adjusted her position, sitting down on the sofa herself, sideways next to Lin Mo, and half-embracing him.

Then, something even more mind-numbing happened to Lin Mo.

Shen He unzipped part of the zipper on the side of his combat uniform—not completely unzipped, but rather pulled open the fabric beneath the chest armor. Underneath, there was only a functional sports bra, but it was enough to expose a large expanse of skin.

She grasped the back of Lin Mo's head and pressed his face into the warmth of his skin once more.

This time, there was no fabric to obstruct their view. Lin Mo's lips almost touched the soft, rounded tip, his breath filled with the unique scent and warmth of the other's breasts. His nose unconsciously brushed against the already erect nipple, his body trembling violently from this excessively profane intimacy.

Shen He seemed amused by this reaction, letting out a low chuckle. She released Lin Mo's head and instead cupped his cheeks with both hands, guiding him to look up at her.

“So cute,” she said, gently tracing Lin Mo’s lower lip with her fingertip, “even your nipples are so sensitive?”

Then, she adjusted the angle between their bodies to a more subtle degree—Lin Mo was half-pressed beneath her, their breasts pressed completely together. The two pairs of full, soft breasts squeezed and deformed against each other, the tips rubbing against the fabric, creating a subtle pleasure.

Shen He lowered his head, his lips close to Lin Mo's earlobe, his warm breath sending shivers down Lin Mo's spine: "Next... I'll make you remember this feeling."

Through her combat uniform, her hand accurately pinched one of Lin Mo's sensitive nipples.

"Ah!" Lin Mo's body heaved violently, the unfamiliar pleasure almost making him lose his mind.

His reaction seemed to greatly please Shen He. She increased the pressure, her thumb continuing to rub that sensitive spot through the fabric, while her other hand slid inside Lin Mo's completely open bodysuit, directly covering the other breast.

"Ah...no, there..." Lin Mo twisted his body, trying to avoid the overly direct stimulation.

But Shen He gave him no chance to escape. She skillfully kneaded the soft flesh under her palm, her fingertips slowly circling the already protruding hard granules, then suddenly tightening.

"--Um!"

Shen He **** his knees apart Lin Mo's inner thighs, which she had instinctively closed, and forcefully inserted his own legs between them, pressing their lower bodies tightly together through the fabric. Then, she slowly and erotically began to sway her hips back and forth.

The rough combat suit fabric rubbed against Lin Mo's most sensitive folds, each friction bringing a stronger prelude to an orgasm.

"Stop...stop..." Lin Mo's voice was already trembling with tears, "Please...don't go so fast..."

As Shen He once again brought their bodies completely together, he deliberately slowed down the pace. "Then tell me," her lips brushed against Lin Mo's ear, "who were you thinking about just now?"

As she spoke, her fingers skillfully parted the crotch edge of the black stockings, directly touching the hot, soft flesh inside, which was already incredibly wet.

"Ah..." Lin Mo's body tensed violently from the further exploration, tears streaming uncontrollably down her face. "I...I didn't mean to..."

“Lying.” Shen He chuckled, his fingertips probing deeper into the trembling secret realm. “The reaction here clearly wants to continue.”

She spoke through her actions, burying her fingers deep inside the already wet body and beginning to stir them rapidly and rhythmically.

"No...not there... Waaah...!" Lin Mo was on the verge of collapse, her hands weakly gripping the fabric of Shen He's combat suit on his back.

But Shen He calmly enjoyed the reaction of the person beneath him as he gradually became immersed in pleasure, maintaining that deadly rhythm, admiring his dazed expression at this moment, while continuing to stimulate him with words: "Beg me, and I'll go slower."

Lin Mo had completely lost the ability to think, and instinctively uttered a whimpering plea: "Please...please slow down..."

"Slow down?" Shen He raised an eyebrow, then suddenly stopped all his movements. "Are you sure?"

Deprived of that intense stimulation, Lin Mo whimpered and twisted her waist in emptiness, trying to satisfy the sudden desire on her own.

But Shen He didn't seem to intend to let him off easily. She resumed her rhythm, even faster and harder than before: "Begging for mercy is too slow? That's too boring."

She completely controlled the rhythm and dominance of the intercourse, allowing Lin Mo to reach climax under her touch, and then, before he was completely exhausted, she once again sent him to the edge of a new peak.

After repeating this several times, when Lin Mo was almost too exhausted to even groan, Shen He finally asked with satisfaction, "Now, have you learned to beg for mercy?"

Unable to speak a complete sentence, Lin Mo could only nod vigorously in response.

"Good girl."

Shen He gave him a rewarding kiss on the back of the neck, and after the difficult time ending this ordeal, he released his grip, letting the limp Lin Mo sink deeper into the sofa. She stood up, walked to the small refrigerator in the corner of the room, took out a bottle of mineral water, unscrewed it, and took a few sips.

The noise from the comic convention outside the window could be faintly heard, but in this enclosed space, only the soft breathing of the two people could be heard.

Lin Mo lay on her side on the sofa, staring blankly at the ceiling. Her body was still trembling slightly, waves of lingering pleasure surging from deep within her lower abdomen, like the foam left on a beach after the tide has receded. Her black stockings clung haphazardly to her body, the fabric at her chest was crumpled and wrinkled, and her crotch was so wet it reflected light.

Shen He took the water and walked back to the sofa, bending down to hand it to Shen He: "Get some water."

Lin Mo took the bottle, his fingers trembling slightly. The cold liquid slid down his throat, bringing him back to his senses. He looked up at Shen He standing in front of him.

The black and gold combat bodysuit still clung neatly to her body, though the side zipper was mostly open, revealing the skin-colored fabric underneath and the skin even more exposed. Her makeup remained perfect, and her purplish-gray wig gleamed faintly in the dim light. Only the faint blush on her cheeks and the slightly rapid rise and fall of her chest betrayed that she wasn't truly calm.

"Is it interesting?" Shen He asked, his tone more like a statement than a question.

Lin Mo did not answer immediately. He slowly sat up, placed the mineral water bottle on the coffee table, and then began to remove the outer layer of his cosplay outfit, which was now so bad it was almost unrecognizable.

Shen He didn't stop him; instead, he sat on the armrest of the sofa and watched his actions with a leisurely air.

The dark blue Gan Yu cosplay outfit was completely removed, leaving only a crumpled black bodysuit underneath. Lin Mo straightened up and removed the disheveled blue wig, revealing Xiao Yu's original dark brown long hair underneath.

"Not going to answer?" Shen He raised an eyebrow.

Lin Mo walked up to her, raised his hands, and placed them directly on the shoulder armor of her combat uniform. Then he pushed down forcefully.

Shen He obediently lay down on the sofa, looked up at him, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes but quickly replaced by interest.

"It's my turn," Lin Mo said, his voice slightly hoarse from groaning for so long.

He straddled Shen He's waist and abdomen, his knees sinking into the sofa cushions on either side of the other's body. Then he leaned down, biting the zipper pull of the combat uniform collar with his teeth, and slowly pulled it down.

The sound of the metal zipper being slowly pulled open was like a prelude. When the zipper reached the abdomen, the upper part of the tight-fitting combat suit was completely open, fully exposing the navy blue functional bra underneath.

Shen He didn't move, but his breathing quickened as he watched Lin Mo straddling him.

Lin Mo reached out, his fingers slipping along the edge of the bra, gently caressing the warm, smooth skin. His fingertips could clearly feel the muscle lines of her ribs and the rise and fall of her abdomen with each breath.

“You’re not wearing much either,” he said in a low voice.

"It's necessary for work." Shen He's answer remained calm, but there was a barely perceptible tremor in the last syllable.

Lin Mo's fingers continued to slide upwards, finding the clasp on the front of the bra. With a gentle flick, the clasp was undone, and the front of the bra was loosened.

Shen He's breath hitched.

The breasts, which were originally tightly wrapped, bounced out a little. Although they were not completely free from their restraints, the full upper part of their curves and the deep cleavage could already be seen.

Lin Mo lowered his eyes to look at the scenery, then slowly bent down.

He didn't bury his face in her breasts as roughly as Shen He had done to him earlier. Instead, he gently traced the cleavage with the tip of his nose, as if confirming its outline. Then he turned his head and pressed his cheek against the side of her right breast.

The texture is exquisite. The skin is smooth, firm, and elastic, warm to the touch. The breath carries the distinct scent of a mature woman's hormones, even more intense than the aroma detected through the fabric.

Lin Mo stuck out the tip of his tongue and gently licked that spot of skin. Shen He's body visibly stiffened.

Gradually, his actions shifted from exploration to teasing. His tongue traced the contours of her breast, occasionally his lips gently nibbling at a small patch of soft flesh, leaving a moist mark. With each touch, he could feel the hard spot on Shen He's chest become more prominent.

Lin Mo's right hand joined the game. His palm covered the other breast, half-covered by the bra, kneading it through the fabric. The full, soft flesh deformed in his palm, and with each squeeze, Shen He's suppressed breathing intensified.

He began stimulating both sides simultaneously, one hand continuing to knead through the fabric, while the other side was penetrated deeper with his lips and tongue. His teeth gently bit the skin around the nipple, and then he caressed it with the tip of his tongue.

Shen He finally raised his hand and placed it on the back of Lin Mo's head. Instead of pushing him away, he pressed him even harder against his chest.

Receiving this signal, Lin Mo became even bolder in his attack. He pushed the bra up completely, exposing both breasts to the air. Then he took one nipple into his mouth and began to suckle vigorously.

"Ugh—!" Shen He finally couldn't help but make a sound, his back arched, and his legs curled up and straightened on the sofa.

Lin Mo didn't stop; his other hand covered the other exposed breast, his fingers digging deep into the flesh. He was inexperienced, and his movements were even somewhat clumsy, but this only brought a primal stimulation.

Shen He's reaction grew increasingly intense. Her breathing became rapid, her body twisted uncontrollably, and her hands gripped Lin Mo's black hair and the fabric at the back of her neck.

Lin Mo felt her body temperature rise significantly, and the two hard nipples on her chest were even more swollen and erect than before. So he increased the **** of his sucking, his tongue swirling rapidly around the hard nipples, while also increasing the **** of kneading her other breast.

Shen He let out a groan that was almost a sob, and suddenly squeezed his thighs together, trapping Lin Mo between his legs.

Lin Mo knew she was about to climax, but he wasn't going to end it there. He released her, straightened up, and looked down at Shen He, who was breathing heavily beneath him.

“Wait,” he said, then climbed off the sofa.

Shen He looked up at him, puzzled, his eyes still filled with the lingering confusion of the impending climax.

Lin Mo first tore off the medical tape between his legs, which had completely lost its stickiness, then reached out, grabbed the edge of Shen He's high-waisted combat pants, and pulled them down.

Shen He obediently lifted her hips, allowing him to pull her tight pants all the way down to her knees. Now, she was only wearing a black thong and over-the-knee boots that covered her thighs.

"Turn around," Lin Mo commanded.

Shen He glanced at him with a complicated expression, then rolled over and lay face down on the sofa. This position completely exposed her buttocks, and the curves of what were known as "peach buttocks" appeared even more striking in the dim light—full, firm, slightly upturned, with a deep, seemingly bottomless cleft between them.

Lin Mo straddled her buttocks, his hands covering her two full, soft mounds. The touch was even better than he had imagined—firm and elastic. His fingers sank deep into her with the slightest pressure, and bounced back quickly when he released them.

He began to knead, rubbing the soft area with the lines of his palm. Shen He's body swayed gently with his movements, his gluteal muscles rhythmically tightening and relaxing under the pressure.

Lin Mo noticed that, beneath the black thong, a faint, damp sheen was visible at the end of the buttocks. He stretched out his finger and traced the line down the buttocks, indeed touching a warm, slippery area.

Shen He's body trembled violently.

Lin Mo didn't rush to go deeper, but continued to play with those alluring buttocks. He gently scraped the most sensitive side edge with his fingernail, feeling the muscles tremble violently under his fingernail; then he pressed the soft flesh on both sides of the buttock crease with his thumb, while spreading it apart to make the crease more obvious.

Then, he lowered his head and stuck out his tongue.

The first stroke involved the tip of his tongue sliding down the cleft of his buttocks. Shen He's breathing stopped abruptly.

For the second stroke, he chose to focus his attack on one side of the buttocks. His tongue traced the full curve, licking from the base to the tip, leaving a glistening, moist trail. Then he moved on to the other side.

When both buttocks were slick with saliva, Lin Mo finally focused all his attention on the cleft. He spread his fingers and forcefully pried open the flesh of his buttocks, fully exposing the dark cleft.

Then, without hesitation, he buried his entire face in it.

"—!!" Shen He let out a silent scream, his body tensing to its limit in an instant.

Lin Mo took that softest spot into his mouth with his lips, his tongue slipping through the gap in the thong fabric, directly touching the entrance to the anus. Warm, tight, and trembling slightly.

He maintained this position and began to slowly and rhythmically move his tongue in and out. With each deep thrust, he could feel the muscle contract and then relax; with each withdrawal, he could feel Shen He's entire body convulse.

Shen He could no longer utter complete sentences, only broken sobs and groans. Her hands gripped the sofa cover tightly, her knuckles turning white. The muscles of her buttocks contracted violently with each lick from Lin Mo, her two buttocks trembling uncontrollably under his palms.

Lin Mo's movements became faster and faster, his tongue like a nimble little snake, constantly exploring that sensitive entrance. He discovered that when the tip of his tongue pressed against a certain point and suddenly increased the pressure, Shen He's reaction would be particularly strong—his entire lower body would bounce violently, his buttocks would clamp down on his cheeks, and he would let out a suppressed scream.

So he repeated that action over and over again.

After an unknown amount of time, Shen He's body suddenly tensed into an extremely stiff arc. She tilted her head back, letting out a hoarse groan that was almost piercing, her legs fully extended and then curled up, her entire lower body convulsing violently.

A warm liquid gushed from between her legs, soaking the sofa cushions and soiling Lin Mo's chin.

The climax lasted for about half a minute before Shen He completely collapsed onto the sofa, her body soaked in sweat, her black and gold bodysuit stained with dark water. She lay on the sofa, her body still twitching slightly unconsciously.

Lin Mo straightened up, wiped his mouth, and realized he was exhausted.

But the matter is not over yet.

Once Shen He had regained some strength, Lin Mo climbed back onto the sofa and straddled her lap, facing her. Their bodies were pressed together, both completely soaked.

Shen He looked up at him with a complicated expression. His lips moved as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he said nothing. He reached out and put his arm around the back of Shen He's neck, pulling him towards him.

This was a genuine, deep kiss, a complete entanglement of lips and tongue. Intense, sticky, and tinged with the scent of sweat and bodily fluids.

When they parted, they were both panting heavily.

Shen He rolled over, letting Lin Mo lie on the sofa, and then straddled him. This position brought their lower bodies together again—only a thin layer of fabric separated Lin Mo's triangle area, covered by black stockings, from Shen He's completely soaked thong.

Shen He bent down and gently rubbed her chest against Lin Mo's chest, their nipples brushing against each other through their respective fabrics. Then her hand slid down to Lin Mo's buttocks, lifting him up so that their private parts were pressed together even more tightly.

“Now,” Shenhe whispered in his ear, “let me take you with me.”

She began to sway her hips slowly and rhythmically back and forth, causing their sensitive areas to rub against each other through the fabric. The damp fabric clung together, and each rubbing produced a sticky, wet sound.

Lin Mo followed her rhythm, wrapping his arms around her waist and sinking his fingers deep into the softness of her peach-shaped buttocks.

The friction frequency gradually increases.

Dirty. Sticky. Chaotic. Decadent.

But the pleasure is real.

Shen He lowered his head and kissed Lin Mo's lips forcefully, his tongue domineeringly invading as if trying to devour her entirely. Lin Mo did not back down, responding by biting her lower lip hard.

Their bodies intertwined, entangled, and twisted on the sofa.

Pleasure surged in like a tsunami.

The final climax arrived almost simultaneously.

Shen He let out a suppressed scream, his whole body arching, his hands gripping Lin Mo's shoulders tightly, his nails almost digging into her flesh. Lin Mo's mind went blank, her vision completely blurred, leaving only the explosive pleasure deep within her body and the ****, violent contractions of her anus.

When they finally separated, both of them were exhausted and powerless.

The sofa, their bodies, and even the floor were stained with traces of their intercourse. The air was thick with the scent of lust.

Shen He rolled off Lin Mo and lay on his back on the other side of the sofa, his chest heaving. Lin Mo turned to his side and looked at her sweaty profile.

The silence lasted for several minutes.

Then, Shen He reached into his small bag on the coffee table and pulled out his phone: "Want to add each other's contact information?"

Lin Mo paused for a moment, then nodded and gave Xiao Yu her usual social media account ID.

Shen He quickly made a few movements, then turned the phone screen towards Lin Mo, which displayed a simple account information with the nickname "H".

“I’ll come find you,” she said, sitting up and starting to tidy her completely disheveled clothes.

Lin Mo sat up, looked at the mess on the ground, and then at the streetlights that had already come on outside the window: "The comic convention should be over today, right?"

"It seems so." Shen He had already put on his pants and was adjusting his shirt zipper. "Do you need me to take you home?"

"No need," Lin Mo shook his head. "I can manage on my own."

Shen He gave him a deep look, then nodded. She put the purplish-gray wig back on, adjusted her posture, and walked towards the door.

Before opening the door, she turned back and said, "Next time, let's find another place. This sofa is just too uncomfortable."

Then he disappeared behind the door.

Lin Mo sat alone on the sofa, listening to the sound of high heels fading away in the corridor, and reached out to touch the bite mark on her neck.

An unexpected celebration.

He picked up the crumpled Gan Yu cosplay outfit from the ground and looked at the black screen of his phone.

The app was still lying quietly in the corner, as if it had never been started.

——————

Three days later, before the buzz surrounding Xiaoyu's post about the comic convention had completely died down, another astonishing piece of news suddenly broke out online.

The tweet was posted by another popular cosplayer in the community, whose account name is "Shun". She usually posts high-quality Genshin Impact Shen He cosplay works. She is loved by fans for her high level of professionalism, excellent figure, and mature feminine charm.

But this tweet, posted at 7 p.m., was completely different from her usual style:

*

“Sexual **** incident that occurred at a cosplay photoshoot”

This afternoon at 4 PM, I held my first solo photoshoot as part of a cosplay event.

However, midway through the shoot, a participating photographer forcibly inserted his approximately 20-centimeter-long male genitalia into my body. Due to its

enormous , my female genitalia swelled and bulged, even forming a noticeable protrusion in my lower abdomen, thus triggering the sexual ****.

Indeed, as a professional cosplayer, I participated in this photoshoot without underwear or a bra to faithfully portray my character,

so it's not entirely incomprehensible that I might arouse sexual desire in others.

But I never imagined I would be sexually assaulted during the shoot, and I certainly never expected the shape of his enormous genitalia to be so clearly

visible .

Fortunately, the camera used for archiving remained on, recording the entire sexual ****. To prevent recurrence and to raise

awareness , I have released some of the video footage free of charge through my account.

Furthermore, the full version of the video will be released to all followers tomorrow.

Regarding future photo sessions, to prevent similar incidents from happening again, we will set participation conditions; your understanding and cooperation are greatly appreciated.

*

The tweet was accompanied by a 30-second video clip, which was somewhat shaky and appeared to have been filmed on a mobile device.

In the video, "Shun"—Shen He's cosplayer—wears a tight-fitting black yoga outfit, retaining only elements of Shen He's style in her hairstyle, makeup, and a few accessories. The outfit is almost like a second skin, covering her figure perfectly, especially highlighting the curves of her waist and hips, which appear extremely sexy on camera.

She was posing professionally against a studio backdrop, but suddenly her expression changed, and her body arched like a shrimp. A long, thick bulge slowly appeared on her abdomen, extending from her pubic bone up to near her navel. She bent over in pain, and the video ended there.

The tweet garnered tens of thousands of retweets and likes within just one hour, with comments polarized. Some were shocked and outraged, demanding a thorough investigation into the photographer's identity; others questioned whether it was a publicity stunt or a staged event; still others cynically pointed out the detail of "no underwear" under the tight-fitting dress, suggesting it was an invitation to crime.

What's even more intriguing is that in one of the preview photos released on her personal page, a strange bulge can indeed be seen under her bodysuit on her abdomen—as if something had pierced it from the inside...

---

At the same time.

Lin Mo was sitting in his room when he saw this explosive tweet and he almost dropped his phone.

Ten seconds later, it felt as if all the blood in his body rushed to his head, and his phone became incredibly hot to the touch. Every description, every word in the tweet was repeatedly stimulating his extremely sensitive nerves.

A male genital organ approximately 20 centimeters long...

A female genital organ swollen and protruding, with a noticeable bulge in the lower abdomen...

No underwear, no bra...

The entire scene was recorded by camera...

These descriptions, taken together, created an image that was extremely vulgar, extremely shameful, yet made him feel hot all over.

His hands were almost trembling as he clicked the video link. He held his breath for the few seconds it took to load.

Then, the video started playing on the phone screen.

That familiar photo studio, that familiar lighting setup. In the frame, "Shun" is wearing a tight-fitting black yoga outfit, showcasing her enviable peach-shaped buttocks and toned physique. She's striking a classic side-sniper pose for the camera, her arm muscles taut, her expression focused.

Suddenly, her expression changed drastically—from focused to astonishment, then to a complex mix of pain and disbelief. Then, just as described in the tweet, her abdomen, through the thin yoga dress, slowly revealed a...

Upon seeing this, Lin Mo's hand trembled, and he almost exited the app. He took a few deep breaths, forcing himself to calm down, before starting to recall the information again:

The story begins the afternoon before.

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"Shun"—or rather, the cosplayer's real name, Su Yuan—did indeed announce on her personal Twitter account that there would be a small personal photoshoot at 4 PM, with only five photographers invited, and the shooting location would be a professional photography studio that she had rented herself.

As is her usual meticulous style, to perfectly recreate Shen He's muscle lines, she indeed chose not to wear a bra, only nipple covers, and only the smallest size panty liner on her lower body. The black yoga workout outfit was extremely elastic, perfectly conforming to every inch of her body, outlining every detail of her figure. Her waist-to-hip ratio was amazing, her breasts were full but not excessive, and her thigh muscles were clearly defined—perfectly matching the athletic physique of the combative female character in Shen He's game setting.

At 3:50 PM, the five photographers arrived one after another. They were all well-known photographers in the industry, and we had worked together before. They checked the equipment, adjusted the lights, and everything proceeded according to professional procedures.

Su Yuan skillfully posed in front of the camera, showcasing her perfect figure honed over many years of training. The sound of camera shutters was deafening, and flashes went off continuously.

The fixed camera responsible for recording backstage details was placed in a corner of the studio, always in recording mode. This was Su Yuan's usual practice—not to film any stolen material, but to preserve a record of the work process for later review.

Filming was halfway through, and it was a break.

Su Yuan did a few stretching exercises, and her black yoga clothes stretched and tightened with the movements, revealing the smooth and beautiful lines of her body wrapped in the fabric.

She went to the rest area to get a drink of water, then headed to her locker to check her phone.

Just as she turned her back to the camera and bent down to retrieve her phone from the locker—

---

Lin Mo hovered his finger over the phone screen, pointed at a promotional photo of Su Yuan's studio that he had just obtained from another photographer, and pressed the shutter button.

In the photo, Su Yuan is facing sideways to the camera, inspecting a bow and arrow prop. Her yoga workout clothes accentuate her stunning figure, especially her full and perky buttocks, which almost seem to glow under the professional lighting.

A feeling of dizziness washed over me.

When Lin Mo opened his eyes again, his line of sight had changed—no, he was now looking down. "Su Yuan" was bending over, one hand on the locker door, the other reaching into it to retrieve something.

This is a sign of successful possession: when the target is performing a continuous action, the possession will directly take over control, allowing the action to continue smoothly.

Su Yuan reached for the slim smartphone in the locker, straightened up, unlocked the screen, and began to check the information.

This body... Lin Mo instantly sensed the difference. Unlike the previous cosplayer Xiao Yu, Su Yuan's body was noticeably more mature, with firmer muscles and a powerful presence. The tight-fitting yoga clothes felt like a second skin, the fabric clinging tightly to every inch of skin, especially the chest, hips, and thighs—all the areas that were usually toned and had beautiful lines, the feeling of the fabric enveloping them was clearly felt.

Even worse, Su Yuan was indeed "braless" at this moment. Lin Mo could clearly feel her nipples rubbing directly against the rough lining of her yoga outfit, creating a continuous, subtle stimulation with each movement. And her lower body, apart from the thin padding and tightly fitting yoga pants, was completely bare...

He steered his body to a corner of the studio's rest area and sat down on a high stool.

Fragments of memories began to surface in my mind:

[There's another squatting and bow-raising pose coming up...]

[The angle of that side-view photo might need adjusting...]

[I have a video call appointment with Mom at 7 PM, I can't be late...]

[The vibrating toy I bought last week seems to be almost out of battery...]

The last fragment of information made Lin Mo pause for a moment, then a cryptic smile appeared on his lips.

He picked up Su Yuan's phone and quickly started operating it. A moment later, a same-city express delivery order confirmation page popped up—an order for a specific model of rechargeable battery was placed, the delivery address was this photography studio, and the delivery time was selected as "delivery within one hour".

After completing these steps, Lin Mo stood up and walked towards the location of the fixed camera.

He adjusted the camera angle a few times to ensure it perfectly covered the core area of ​​the studio, including the high chair in the rest area. Then he returned to the camera and began continuing the shooting process from memory.

His movements remained professional, and his posture precise. But Lin Mo had added some subtle "adjustments" to these movements.

For example, when squatting and lifting the bow, he slightly increases the extent to which he sticks his hips out, making that charming curve more prominent. For example, when stretching to the side, he pushes his chest forward, making the curve of the front of his yoga clothes tighter, and making the two protrusions at the top more obvious.

Each time this adjustment is made, the body gives the most honest feedback—the chest gradually becomes more erect due to friction, and a subtle feeling of emptiness and moisture comes from between the legs.

This made Lin Mo even more excited.

About ten minutes later, the doorbell rang. The courier delivered a package to the photography studio.

Lin Mo controlled "Su Yuan's" body to sign for the package, then took the box back to the rest area. With his back to the fixed camera, he calmly opened the outer packaging and took out the large vibrating toy inside.

He paused slightly, allowing the camera to capture the toy's complete shape and size. Then, he took the toy back to the high stool, sat down, and adjusted his posture again.

This time, he faced the camera, his legs elegantly crossed. Then, he made a seemingly stretching motion—actually to fully tighten his yoga pants and outline the contours of his legs.

Then, in front of the camera, he turned on the vibrating toy and adjusted it to the lowest setting. A faint buzzing sound could be barely heard in the quiet studio.

He didn't use the toy immediately. Instead, he left it in the "on" state, stood up, casually placed the toy on a high stool, and returned to the shooting area to continue posing professionally for photos.

Until the final ten minutes of filming. For the last set of movements, Su Yuan—or rather, the body currently controlled by Lin Mo—posed in front of the camera as if bending down to pick up a bow and arrow prop.

The black yoga outfit stretched taut as she bent over, the fabric around her hips becoming almost transparent, revealing her full, rounded curves. Her waist and abdomen tightened, showcasing her firm, muscular physique.

Lin Mo remained in that position for a few seconds, then suddenly let out a rapid inhale, his body stiffening for a moment.

The fixed camera, positioned in the corner, faithfully recorded everything:

From the footage, Su Yuan's body was not touched by any external ****, but her expression changed abruptly from professional composure to astonishment and confusion, followed by a complex mix of pain, shame, and a strange pleasure.

She subconsciously reached out and pressed her hand against her lower abdomen. Through the tight black yoga clothes, it was clear that her abdomen was undergoing some kind of unnatural deformation: starting above the pubic bone, a thick, long, cylindrical bulge was slowly and firmly rising upwards, as if something unseen was forcibly pushing it up from inside her body.

"Uh...ah..." A suppressed groan squeezed out from deep in her throat.

The bulge grew larger and more pronounced, stretching almost the entire length of his lower abdomen, from the pubic bone up to near his navel. Even through his yoga clothes, the outline of it was clearly visible—cylindrical with a rounded bulge at the top, almost like...

An erect penis.

And judging by its size, it is indeed as described in the tweet, "about 20 centimeters long".

The fabric of her yoga clothes was stretched to its limit, the bulges casting sharp shadows under the light. Su Yuan's body swayed precariously; she braced herself with her hands on the camera prop stand beside her, her knees trembling slightly.

"Stop..." she murmured softly, as if talking to herself, or perhaps pleading with some unseen entity, "It's...too big...it'll break..."

But the unseen behemoth didn't stop; instead, it pushed even harder inward. The entire lower abdomen was stretched into an exaggerated bulge, and from the side, the abdomen clearly protruded outward, completely ruining the originally flat and firm abdominal lines.

Su Yuan's body gradually arched backward, her back leaving the prop rack like a taut bow. Her long hair slipped off her shoulders and clung to her sweaty cheeks.

The bulge in her abdomen, stretched taut by an invisible mass, swayed slightly as her body trembled. One of her hands unconsciously rested above her lower abdomen, her fingertips touching the taut fabric of her yoga clothes before she immediately withdrew it, as if burned.

The whole process lasted about three minutes.

The studio was eerily quiet, save for Su Yuan's suppressed breathing and the faint rustling of the fabric as the "invisible penis" moved inside her.

Finally, as that invisible behemoth thrust violently, as if trying to pierce her uterus, to its deepest point, Su Yuan let out a sharp, completely out-of-control scream. Her body convulsed violently, her legs clamping together and then relaxing instantly, and she collapsed onto the floor as if her bones had been removed.

The terrifying bulge in my abdomen reached its maximum with this final impact, then slowly subsided and disappeared within a few seconds, eventually returning to a flat state—except that the fabric of my yoga clothes at the abdomen was completely soaked with cold sweat and some kind of transparent liquid, clinging tightly to my skin, looking particularly sticky and dirty.

Su Yuan lay curled up on the floor, her body still trembling slightly. It wasn't until several minutes later that she struggled to crawl...

He got up, staggered towards the fixed camera, and pressed the stop recording button.

Then, at 7 p.m. that day, the tweet about the "sexual **** incident" that went viral online was posted.

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Back to the present.

Lin Mo turned off the video on his phone and let out a long breath.

He didn't know how Su Yuan understood this experience—perhaps she herself couldn't understand it either. After the possession ended, she could only piece together a seemingly logical explanation from vague fragments of memory and the clear video recording: a photographer with an enormous penis, who was attending a photography event, sexually assaulted her when she wasn't paying attention. The shape of that enormous object moving inside her was fully revealed by her yoga clothes and recorded by the camera.

This is outrageous, but cameras don't lie.

More importantly, Lin Mo knew why Su Yuan ultimately chose to make this "incident" public: besides the "prevention of recurrence" mentioned in her tweet, the deeper motivation might be that the experience had left some unspeakable impact on her body.

He clicked on Su Yuan's latest tweet, which was a photo posted half an hour earlier.

In the photo, Su Yuan is wearing ordinary loungewear and taking a selfie in front of a mirror. The loungewear is loose, but she deliberately lifted the hem to reveal her flat and toned stomach.

On the skin of her abdomen, from below her navel to above her pubic bone, there was a distinct, faint red mark—like a mark left after something had rubbed or squeezed her for a long time.

This is certainly not a mark left by "sexual **** by a giant object," but rather the result of the yoga clothes being stretched to their limit by an invisible giant object, causing the fabric to rub against the skin due to excessive stretching.

The caption under the photo reads:

"The doctor said it's a soft tissue contusion and abrasion...it will take some time to heal. The body's memory is deeper than you think."

Lin Mo stared at the photo for a long time before finally turning off his phone.

The room was dimly lit, with only the light from the computer screen reflecting on his face.

He remembered receiving the last fragments of memory before leaving Su Yuan's body:

[His abdomen feels so hot...]

[It feels like it's being filled...]

[It hurts... but...]

[So this is how it can be...]

That complex mix of pain and pleasure, humiliation and excitement, confusion and desire lingered like a tide in the corners of consciousness.

Lin Mo looked out the window at the city's night view, his fingers unconsciously stroking the edge of his phone.

The gray app icon still lies quietly on the screen.

Su Yuan believed it was a sexual **** incident she couldn't bear to recall, and used this method to make it public, setting up protective mechanisms in an attempt to seal away that out-of-control experience.

But only Lin Mo, who was in control of everything yet "absent," knew that the perpetrator of that "sexual ****" was none other than Su Yuan's own body—the body that was possessed, controlled, and then forcibly brought to orgasm in a state of loss of control.

In the comments section of the video that clarified the truth, various strange discussions have begun to emerge:

"Speaking of that protruding shape... it really looks like..."

"Why is it so strangely arousing..."

"If it was really intentional... then that's incredibly playful..."

"I want the full video!"