"You only wanted to see my outfit?"
Marin looked curiously at the petite, pink-haired girl in front of her. Juju looked away, her expression a mix of shyness and pride.
"I saw photos of your cosplay before and thought the craftsmanship of the clothes was exquisite... so I started following you."
"Oh, so that's it... Ehehe, I never imagined Juju-sama followed me too~" Marin giggled like a ditz.
"I'm unfollowing you right now!" Juju stammered, then paused. "I want to know where you had your outfit custom-made... I saw you were coming here to cosplay today, so I followed you. There were too many people earlier, and... and I was too embarrassed to ask because he was there. Then you went to the parking lot with him..."
"Are you not good with men, Juju-sama? Or do you have some kind of phobia?"
"I've attended girls' schools my whole life. I'm just not used to dealing with them."
Juju explained that she wasn't a suspicious stalker, a pervert, or some weird 'bratty' type. Rin Ito searched his memories. He vaguely recalled her—she had a younger sister too. However, since the memories were old, he mostly remembered Marin; details like names were a bit fuzzy.
Marin chatted excitedly with Juju, while Rin looked her up on social media.
Marin liked characters from male-oriented anime or 18+ eroge, while Juju—whose real name was Sajuna Inui—loved magical girls. Specifically, the classic, kid-friendly kind, not the dark, depressing ones. She had a few hundred thousand followers because she was naturally cute and her cosplay quality was top-tier.
However, her sister handled her accounts. Sajuna never interacted with other cosplayers, never attended events, and never even cosplayed at conventions. She was a "pure" cosplayer, and Rin understood why Marin liked her so much.
Marin knew how messy the cosplay scene could be. To her, cosplay was the ultimate expression of love for a character. But some cosplayers only picked what was trendy just to gain followers—some hadn't even seen the original work, and others just did it to sell "premium" photos for a high price.
In Marin's eyes, people like that were insulting the characters. She only liked those who did it out of pure love, and Sajuna was exactly that kind of person.
"Don't call me Juju-sama. My name is Sajuna Inui."
"Can I call you Sajuna then?"
"Suit yourself." Sajuna looked shyly at Marin's chest. "Where did you get this outfit made?"
Marin had been so intense earlier that Sajuna couldn't find an opening to ask. Now that Marin had calmed down from meeting her idol, Sajuna finally spoke up.
"Ah... about that, well..." Marin looked conflicted. Seeing her expression, Sajuna spoke quickly.
"If it's a secret or too difficult to tell, forget it. If it's about the cost, I'll work hard to save up."
"It's not that it's a secret, it's just..." Marin blinked and looked at Rin. "Ito-sensei, you tell her."
Oriue made clothes for the cost of the fabric, much like a hobbyist; she did it for the love of the craft. But Sajuna liked child-friendly magical girls.
"Well... Marin's outfit was made by a friend," Rin explained. "She doesn't do it for profit; she only makes clothes she personally likes... and she might not like the characters you want to cosplay."
Even though Marin's outfit didn't show much skin—it didn't even show her 'absolute territory'—underneath that heavy fabric was paper-thin, tight-fitting erotic lingerie. Oriue had only agreed to make the outer costume so she could create the lewd underwear hidden beneath it.
"What kind of clothes does she like?" Sajuna asked, swallowing hard as she looked at Marin's outfit. "Maybe one of my favorite characters has an outfit she'd like."
"She likes erotic lingerie."
There were "erotic magical girls," of course—mostly in adult parodies. But even some mainstream magical girl battle suits were basically lingerie. Looking at Sajuna's previous photos, though, she was always bundled up, showing a bit of leg at most.
"..."
Sajuna was speechless. Seeing her look dejected, Marin reached out and gently stroked her soft hair.
"Since Juju is still an elementary schooler, characters with erotic lingerie are probably too much, huh? Ito-sensei, can you ask Oriue-san if she knows any other talented tailors?"
"Sure, I'll ask. She probably knows someone."
Hearing their words, Sajuna's face went dark—not because of Oriue, but because of the misunderstanding.
"I'M NOT AN ELEMENTARY SCHOOLER!!!!!"
Sajuna's eyes went wide, and she shook her small fists at them, fuming.
"..."
"..."
"I'm seventeen years old!" Sajuna shouted, her face turning red with indignation. "I'm a sophomore in high school!"
"WHAAAAT!? A sophomore? Same as me!?" Marin looked at the tiny girl in disbelief. If they were in the same grade, there was a chance Sajuna was actually older than her! Marin quickly pulled her hand back from Sajuna's head. "Uh... sorry, sorry."
"It's fine... I'm used to it."
Seeing how upset she had made Sajuna, a flustered Marin quickly changed the subject.
"By the way... were you in the hall earlier? I didn't see you."
"I was... but there were too many people, I couldn't squeeze in."
"I see... well, perfect!" Marin chirped. "There aren't many people around right now. Sajuna, let's take some photos! I'll do whatever pose you want."
"Then I'll be in your care." Sajuna didn't refuse. She might say she only followed Marin for the clothes, but she genuinely respected Marin's serious attitude toward cosplay. They were truly a "mutual pursuit."
As for Marin's interest in 18+ games... everyone had their own hobbies, and Sajuna didn't judge.
"Give me a second, Sajuna. I need to put my petticoat back on."
Marin went back to the car, put her petticoat back on, and stepped out with Ai. She then handed the chain of her collar to Rin.
"Master, if you please... I mean, I should call you Master right now~"
Marin knelt on the ground, looking up at Rin with an adoring gaze. It looked as if she was about to unzip him right then and there. Rin saw that Sajuna had her phone ready, so he gave the chain a firm tug, pulling it taut.
The force against her neck sent a thrill through Marin's heart. But then, as a light breeze blew past, she felt a sudden chill between her legs.
Oh no.
Marin suddenly realized the problem.
In her excitement over meeting Sajuna, she had only stripped off her soaked panties and wiped herself down before rushing out of the car.
Right now, she was "commando"—totally bare underneath her skirt. The situation was even more depraved than before!