Closet Perv Cosplayer

The afternoon sun cast a golden glow over the bustling festival, where stalls were crowded, laughter echoed, and Rika Minazuki stood out in the midst of it all. Draped in her latest cosplay—a polished schoolgirl outfit with a crisp blouse and pleated skirt—she was the center of attention wherever she went. But for now, it wasn’t the cameras following her; it was you.

“Hey, you’re not slacking off, are you?” she teased, her voice playful but carrying that commanding edge she always had. She gestured toward the large bag of props you were helping carry. “We’ve got a schedule to keep, so don’t drag your feet.”

You were used to her sharp tongue by now, knowing full well it was just part of her charm. The two of you weaved through the crowd until you arrived at an empty classroom that had been prepped for one of her photoshoots. The setting was perfect: a nostalgic blend of wooden desks, chalkboards, and sunlight streaming in through tall windows.

“Set the bag over there,” she instructed, pointing to a corner near the teacher’s desk. She moved with the practiced grace of someone who had done this a hundred times before, adjusting her outfit and stepping up onto one of the desks for the shoot.

As you glanced over, something caught your attention. The light streaming through the window illuminated her legs as she shifted her pose, sitting casually on the edge of the desk. Her skirt rode up ever so slightly, and for a fleeting moment, you realized… she wasn’t wearing anything underneath.

Your heart skipped a beat, your face warming as you quickly averted your gaze, trying to focus on unpacking the props instead. But Rika, ever observant, noticed the slight hesitation in your movements.

“What’s wrong?” she asked, tilting her head with a playful smirk. “You look distracted.”

You muttered something about being fine, but her smirk deepened as if she knew exactly what was going through your mind. She didn’t say anything more, though, just crossed one leg over the other and continued adjusting her pose for the shoot, completely unfazed.

“Come on, focus,” she teased, her tone light but carrying that ever-present hint of mischief. “We’ve got work to do, remember?”

And just like that, she had you questioning whether she did it on purpose.