Ash makes a suggestion

Ash pulled along Oliver’s leash and looked around at all the great cosplay pieces on display. There was a section of the shop with the cheaper stuff and another section with the extra elaborate sets. In the back was where the shop attendants, exclusively girls, were dressed up as sexified versions of fan favorites among fictional characters: Peach, Zero Suit Samus, Bayonetta, 2B, Nami, Tsunade, and Rangiku.

He noticed all of the employees wore wigs and there were various imperfections he wouldn’t ever find in Nuwa like nude-colored or nearly invisible straps, unnatural padding in the bust, and too much makeup in places where they had to cover up something. Normal guys would never be bothered by stuff like this, but he was used to nitpicking on his own appearance. He easily found these things because he himself used to don makeup to appear more manly.

Ash felt his eyes drawn back to anywhere on Nuwa’s body. This was their resting place now. It was Kiesha’s Punishment which Nuwa transferred onto herself. He was grateful. Now he could look at the woman he loved all he wanted without getting told off by her. At the same time, so could everyone else, which made him angry.

Except.. she told him that she had always liked it when others looked at her. Exhibitionism was an integral part of her true self. Something that he was trying to deny to her by modifying her to his whims. ‘If I really love her, I should let her do what makes her happy.’ This line of thought dominated his thoughts, overriding his impulses to turn her into a mindless sex doll. The caveat, of course, was that he would only allow her to do what makes her happy as long as she belonged to him alone.

In his fantasies, he could already imagine throngs of people glaring at him with jealousy while he smugly fucked Nuwa in public. She would use her powers to please him and to keep them far away from their lovemaking. This arrangement was something he could get on board with. It was a way to make both of them happy. He couldn’t just customize her to be happy anymore. It didn’t sit well with him. He needed her to naturally be happy. Only that would provide the necessary authenticity to satisfy him.

Ash knew that Nuwa was a tough cookie. The toughest cookie. It would take many.. many.. gems to get to that point in his fantasies. Ben also applying his customizations would make it shorter, but it also gave Ash one more thing to worry about.

Even Kiesha’s lecherous looks at Nuwa bothered Ash. The jealousy ran deep. He shook his head and gave himself a pep talk, ‘Hahh.. pull it together, dude. She’ll be yours soon enough. Hard work, patience, and luck as your damned parents used to say.’

Nuwa was standing silently, with her hand on her chin, apparently in thought. Her followers were staring at her closely. A fair amount of people outside the shop were staring at her as they walked by, but somehow not bumping into each other. Ash had no idea why she kept her eyes closed or how she knew who was around her even with her eyes closed. He assumed it was either a new Punishment or training for her powers. In this rare moment of downtime, Ash got busy. He pulled his phone out and checked the CG App.

Gems [50/100]

*Nipple always lactates when disturbed = 50 gems*

Ash has gotten +30 gems since lunch from occasional groping and the handjob. This was good. He had a feeling that gems were not supposed to be this fast to earn, but since it was Nuwa, it happened anyway. This customization would synergize very well with the groping one.

Confirm Purchase?

Yes.

Gems [0/100]

CG App Current Customizations to Nuwa Quest:

*Allows anyone to grope her breasts.*

*Nipple slips out of top randomly.*

*Nipple always lactates when disturbed.*

Warning: Due to technical issues, Awareness settings are unable to be toggled off for this Custom Girl at this time. Customizations with a specified Awareness setting still apply, but their prices have been increased accordingly.

Gems [0/100]

Reading the awareness disclaimer, he figured as much. For Nuwa to stand against the Succubi, she had to be strong. This entire endeavor was a huge gamble. On the war front, he considered calling up Naho and asking what else he could do to help them along.

On the hedonist front, it would be great to toggle Nuwa’s awareness off for the nip slips, but oh well. He smiled rather pleasantly at all the milky fun he would soon be having with his friends.. err.. partners. Not exactly enemies, right?

Somehow, Margie was the only one in the group not overtly lusting after Nuwa, which was a godforsaken miracle. This and her demeanor of bumbling idiocy already put her cleanly in Ash’s good graces without any complicated feelings one way or the other like he felt with Ben and Kiesha.

Ash picked up a cute kunai-shaped buttplug on one of the lower shelves and thought to gift it to Nuwa, but he wasn’t sure if she would appreciate the gesture. Ben tapped on his shoulder and whispered, “Wot we spose to be doin’?”

“I don’t know.” Ash replied, putting the buttplug back, “I guess we could find a costume that fits her and see if she likes it. I’ll pay for it.”

Kiesha butted in and said, “Can do!” before running off towards the expensive and sexy section.

“Your girlfriend.. what kind of person is she?” Ash asked, purely out of curiosity.

Ben looked over at Kiesha before returning his eyes to Nuwa and said with a smile, “She a nice girl. Diligent, kind, and enthusiastic bout her goals. The opposite of a thot. I don’t know how I bagged a girl like her, if dats whatchu askin.”

That wasn’t what Ash wanted to know. He wanted to know if she would be a hindrance to his goals. So far, it didn’t seem to be the case. Just like Ben, Kiesha only appeared enthusiastically horny for Nuwa. Neither of them seemed particularly possessive towards her.. not like how he himself felt towards her. ‘Maybe this arrangement will work out in the end.’ Ash thought.

“I’m happy for you.” Ash insincerely replied.

Over to the side, Nuwa asked Margie, “You can’t do anything about the way those boys are leering?”

Margie scoffed and said, “What am I supposed to do? I can’t disturb my friend’s small business establishment. She pays those girls a pretty penny to dress up like fancy roadside whores. Ain’t no such thing as sexual harrassment if yer asking for it.”

Nuwa shook her head with her eyes closed as if to lament the state of feminism in this world. Such a statement was enough for her to cut off a man’s fingers, but once again, her strong bias for letting women off for most things was well-established. By now, more people were staring at her, and she was furrowing her brows. Ash had an ominous feeling, so he suggested, “Mistress, why don’t we head into the back area where the changing booths are? Kiesha can pass you some outfits and you can buy whatever you like.”

With a bright smile, Nuwa said, “Great idea. Take me.” Ash took full advantage of her acquiescence to wrap his arm around Nuwa’s waist and pull her over to the changing rooms in the back. He got plenty of jealous stares from those who were able to pull their eyes off Nuwa. ‘On second thought, a man could get used to this..’ he slyly smirked.

The changing room area was as spacious as one of the larger department stores, which seemed out of place in such a small shop. Ash knew why this would be the case though. Cosplay was a new and booming fad. Lots of women tried it out for their significant others. Some costumes took so much preparation that they required upwards of an hour to prepare all the makeup and whatnot. The pictures that would go on Instagram or Facebook demanded no less than perfection.

The mall was not a place where people would spend hours perfecting a single costume, but it was a place where they would try on a variety of them to see which can get the most views and whatnot. Ash didn’t understand it fully, but one of his online friends likened it to gaming. The competition was fierce, but instead of high scores or best speed run times, everything hinged on how many views and likes were earned. ‘Everyone’s got their ****, I guess. I have mine, right here.’

Spotting no strangers, Ash lifted his hands to Nuwa’s tits and squeezed liberally over the suit in the changing room hallway. Only a few of his fingers could sink into her flesh from this angle and he couldn’t feel the softness well over the thick fabric of her suit, but as expected, he heard two slight squirting sounds accompanying his groping.

“Eep!” Nuwa blushed and looked down at her chest.

‘Her exclamations of shock are so cute!’ Ash tried his best to hide the huge smile that was intruding onto his face. He leaned his head over to look into one of the full length wall mirrors and saw a red hue color Nuwa’s bronzed cheeks. ‘Embarrassment! How adorable!!’

Margie, having also entered the changing room hallway, ruined the mood by shouting, “Hey midget! What do you think you’re doing?!”

Ash hurriedly removed his hands. He didn’t want to get suddenly tased! To Ash’s surprise, Nuwa came to his defense, brushing aside her discomfort and saying in a stately tone, “That’s no way to talk to my direct subordinate, Margie. Lower your voice and correct your tone.”

Margie protested, “I’ll talk how I want to talk.” but she did lower her volume and sought clarification in a more ingratiating tone, “You.. let him grope ya breasties?”

“Indeed.” Nuwa nodded. “Anyone can grope my breasts and there is nothing remotely wrong with that.”

Without any idea how to respond to that, Margie simply shut up and shook her head. She probably decided it was useless to try to comprehend what was happening.

Nuwa added, “Although.. there is one thing that seems strange.”

She brought one of her hands into her suit jacket to experimentally rub her own breast. No reaction came when she stroked gently, but her brows furrowed when a stronger squeeze resulted in another small squirting sound.

“What’s wrong, Mistress?” asked Ash. He was secretly enjoying this. Nuwa was fine with being groped, but was she OK with lactating each time she was groped? He wanted to see her embarrassed face again!

“Nothing.” she quickly replied, removing her hand and inserting one of that hand’s fingers in her mouth. Ash couldn’t tear his eyes away, ‘Shit. Even the way she licks her fingers is like she’s giving each of them a tantalizing blowjob. How does she do that so casually, as if she’s not even trying? I can’t get enough!’

Ash caught the confusion on her face upon the involuntary discharge of breast milk and subsequent taste testing. He couldn’t help but smile deviously, forgetting that Nuwa could still see him through her closed eyes. She turned to him with one brow raised and suspiciously stated, “..Ash?”

He caught himself and hurriedly hid his tells, but it was too late. His crafty Mistress already had her guard up with him, so she knew something was wrong. She asked directly, “You have something to do with this?”

Ash responded nervously, “W-what do you mean? I was just thinking how sexy.. uh.. Nice, you’d look in cosplay.”

Nuwa studied him with closed eyes for a moment, then smiled and said, “Of course. I’d look sexy in anything, so that’s a given, but I appreciate the compliment.”

Ash inwardly breathed a sigh of relief. He had his perversion to thank for her apparent loss of suspicion. ‘I should act the part, right?’ Bending down to pet Oliver, he peeked up to see if he could spot Nuwa’s pussy, but he had no luck. He would try again when the lighting was better and she didn’t have her thighs shut. Nuwa obviously noticed, but made no reaction to his attempt to peep.

Behind him, the black couple entered the hallway with a few sets of clothes and props. Kiesha excitedly proclaimed, “We got some goodies for you to try on!” while Margie grimaced at how thin the clothing was.