Cosplay Party (7)Simultaneous with the announcer's declaration of the competition's start, cosplayers rushed onto the stage in a frenzy.
So we have to show everyone what we did here and get evaluated?
I looked at Yun Seol-ha's face. Her expression wasn't good. It seemed Yun Seol-ha hadn't anticipated this kind of competition either. She grabbed my sleeve, fidgeting as she spoke.
"Um... Kelrot-ssi. Do we really have to participate in this perverted show? Let's turn invisible and escape like last time. I absolutely can't do this."
I felt the same as Yun Seol-ha. No matter what the prize was, I had zero intention of joining such a show. But even if we used stealth, where could we possibly escape to?
The reason we could enter the Cosplay Festival without invitations was because of these outfits indicating we were stage participants. If we took off our cosplay costumes, we'd be kicked out immediately since we lacked invitations. Then the security guards would recognize her instantly and give chase.
Exiting while disguised in cosplay costumes wasn't ideal either. Before the festival started might have been fine, but now any cosplayer not participating would look suspicious. This too carried a high risk of attracting the guards' attention.
After much consideration, participating in the Cosplay Festival in our current state seemed the safest path.
"Kelrot-ssi...?"
Yun Seol-ha looked anxious. As if urging me to decide quickly, she tightly gripped my hand.
"Yun Seol-ha."
I explained my thoughts to her. Yun Seol-ha pondered deeply before slumping her shoulders in resignation.
"Alright. Since there's no other way, we have no choice. But we'll just pretend to participate moderately, okay?"
"Of course. Don't worry."
Just as I reached to pat her hunched shoulders, I felt someone pushing my back. The announcer. He shoved us toward the stage while urgently saying:
"Hurry up!! Other participants started their performances long ago!!"
"Got it."
As we reluctantly climbed onto the stage, the announcer's shout followed us:
"Don't forget you're Booth 20! With a bad location and being late, other participants will steal all your audience!! Move it!"
Holding Yun Seol-ha's hand, we headed toward Booth 20 at the far end. Fortunately, it was a corner booth. We could just go through the motions and leave.
The stage had 20 booths, with massive screens on all four sides of the venue vividly displaying the activities inside each booth.
The audience watched each team's performance with excited expressions. Few spectators watched teams doing ordinary acts.
Most audience members were engrossed in teams using Pet Demon Beasts. The perverse performances involving dangerous demon beasts were life-risking spectacles, making them particularly alluring.
Two booths stood out in popularity. One featured the woman from the waiting room being "eaten" by a brain - in reality just having her brain massaged while acting out being devoured. Still dangerous enough.
The other booth had a woman sucking an ogre's penis. The ogre's member matched its massive size - standing 5m tall with a member over 1m long.
Getting impaled by that would mean instant death. It would pierce straight through to the heart.
But the demon beasts showed no intent to harm their female partners. They merely performed the acts the women wanted. This control likely came from the Collars of Obedience around the beasts' necks.
The Collar of Obedience was a restraint worn by sex slaves captured by gangs. Once worn, mystical forces prevented disobedience to their masters.
But could this truly control demon beasts driven more by instinct than reason?
As I watched their performances, anxiety grew stronger than arousal. The beasts seemed moments away from killing the women.
While observing others, we reached Booth 20. Thankfully, no waiting demon beasts were present.
A Triangular Hobby Horse stood at the booth's center. The table displayed various sex toys, each labeled for easy identification of their purpose.
I picked up a peculiarly shaped device. Gripping its handle caused a three-pronged rubber-lined mouth to open.
"What's this?"
I slowly read the label beneath the device:
"Ute... rus... Extractor? Huh, Uterus Extractor?"
Hearing this, Yun Seol-ha immediately retreated two steps, wrapping her arms around herself. She glared at me with fully guarded eyes.
"You're not thinking of using that on me, are you?"
"You know I didn't prepare this. And removing it could kill you."
Why should I have to explain myself to her? I wanted to escape this hardcore sex show immediately. But staying here seemed safest for now.
"Most audience members went to booths using Pet Demon Beasts anyway. Let's pretend to participate until time's up, then leave."
"You mean that?"
"Ugh, I hate this stuff too!!"
Seeing my serious expression, Yun Seol-ha finally relaxed her guard and approached. Glancing at the Triangular Hobby Horse, she cautiously asked:
"Am I... supposed to get on it?"
"Should I do it instead?"
She silently made a pitiful face. She clearly didn't want to. But we had no choice - if she refused, I'd have to do it.
I approached and gave her a light knuckle tap.
Thud!
"Oww! That hurt!!"
Rubbing the sore spot, Yun Seol-ha tearfully protested. She kept massaging her head to ease the pain.
"Look at yourself. Anyone would see you're the one meant for dirty acts."
Yun Seol-ha looked down at herself. Thanks to the Breast Enlargement Pill's effects, her augmented breasts had grown larger. Their size likely blocked her view of her toes while standing.
Her cloak draped over her breasts, failing to cover her upper body at all.
Blushing with humiliation, Yun Seol-ha seemed to recognize her predicament.
I grasped her somewhat deflated breasts. Pinching her nipples lightly drew a soft moan from her lips.
"Ngh..."
Yun Seol-ha raised and lowered her heels in rhythm with my touches. Her lower garments visibly darkened with moisture.
While kissing her, I lifted her leg and rubbed her vagina with my knee.
"Ngh! Ngh! Ngk! Ngh!"
When our kiss ended moments later, my knee was soaked with her love juice.
Yun Seol-ha panted while looking at me with glazed eyes - the perfect image of a female ready for mating.
After loudly spanking her thick buttocks contrasting with her slender waistline, I whispered in her ear:
"Now that you've remembered you're a breeding sow, get up there."
Wordlessly nodding, Yun Seol-ha walked toward the Triangular Hobby Horse I indicated. Hesitating briefly before it, she looked back at me. Seeing my resolute expression, she reluctantly climbed on.
"Hiiiii, nnnnnnngh."
The pointed edge dug into her vagina. Startled, she tried pushing against the edge to minimize pressure on her genitals.
The Triangular Hobby Horse - a classic sexual torture device - simultaneously delivers pleasure and pain by crushing female genitals. This torture gradually adds iron weights to the woman's ankles, eventually completely crushing her sex organs.
Though a horrific device, it seemed safer than other booths using Pet Demon Beasts. If I controlled the conditioning carefully, I could give her ecstasy without major injury.
Scanning the table revealed various sexual torture tools. A whip soaked in white liquid particularly caught my eye.
Touching a drop to my tongue instantly connected brain to vagina. Vaginal fluids streamed down my thighs.
"Hurk."
Though I expected drugs, the potency surprised me. Whipping Yun Seol-ha's massive breasts with this might turn her into an addict.
"Nothing softer here?"
Only vicious tools likely to cause permanent physical damage.
"Hngg, hnnn, hngg, hnnn."
Yun Seol-ha's arms gave out, sinking her deeply onto the hobby horse. Her labia and clitoris pressed against the angular edge as she panted from the mingled pain and kinky pleasure.
About ten spectators gathered before our booth to watch her.
She's performing fine alone. Waiting quietly until the competition ends wouldn't be bad.
While watching Yun Seol-ha's torment with the audience, a tearing scream echoed.
What? No way?
Looking toward the Pet Demon Beast booths, I saw the ogre. Its Collar of Obedience was missing.
The woman who'd been sucking its penis now dangled like a doll impaled on the member. The ogre masturbated using her body like an onahole.
"Gk, gk, gkurk, gk, gk."
Crushed lung sounds came from her mouth. The ogre thrust deeper until its penis completely pierced through her body.
She stiffened momentarily when impaled, then went limp like a broken doll.
The ogre withdrew its penis and threw her corpse toward the audience.
"Kyaaaaaaahk!!!!"
"Aaaaaah!!! Run away!!!!"
[Qualified One, danger detected. Immediately switch to Combat Suit Mode.]
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