Local Netizen Elf’s Life In Another World

Interlude 8: Every pervert’s dream.

''Huh? Cosplaying?''

''Yes! Why haven't we figured it out until now?! Sylvie needs to be cosplaying!''

One peaceful morning, Liana and Co. barge into my room, spouting some nonsense about cosplaying and whatnot. Well, it's more like they have come back from an errand, but it feels like that.

Anyway, the degenerate says that I should be cosplaying, and the other degenerates readily agree with that proposal.

I mean... it's fine, I guess?

Unlike the old me, this body is very beautiful. I'm sure I can make some great visual entertainment.

''Sure. Let's try it.''

''Eheheheheh...!''

But as soon as I nod, Liana pulls out her signature insidious grin, which always gets my body shudder in a not-so-wholesome way. Then, she retreats into the corner of the room, dragging the others with her.

The scene of five grown-ass women huddling up as they seriously discuss this kind of matter is... bizarre, to say the least. Somehow, from their sly expressions, I get a feeling it won't be too pleasant.

''Phew...''

Well, I guess I can let them do what they want sometimes, even if it means I will be embarrassed a bit. Nothing's too much for lovers, right?

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''Ugh...''

Turns out, I was completely right.

I did let them do what they wanted, and I am extremely embarrassed right now. Why am I so flustered? Well, it all started when they asked me to wear a maid outfit.

Sure, that's easy enough, but then they wanted a cat-girl maid, which was honestly understandable. So, I put on a cat ear headband—a mellow golden one, which, surprisingly, is in stock since we took quite a lot of gear from the previous saint's storage.

The problem comes after that.

The tail that belongs to the same set as the headband... is a plug-type. Actually, they all are the same type, coming from the pervert saint. Now, I would be fine wearing a skimpy maid outfit whose dress barely covers anything, but moving around the house with something inside is... challenging.

''You have to put your heart into a cosplay!''

Especially when that's what they said.

Yet, in the end, unable to ignore their desperate pleas and crocodile tears, I was stuffed and somehow robbed of my undergarment.

''G-Good day to you, mistresses.''

The moment I bend my waist, the friction down there sends a weird kind of excitement all across my body. My bottom is all so breezy, thanks to the skirt that, once again, barely covers anything. Worse, the stupid tail is imbued with some kind of magic that allows itself to squirm around like a real cat tail, meaning it's quite rowdy inside.

But of course, as my breathing becomes more ragged, I can hear gasps coming from my mistresses.

''Holy cow, this is insane...'' Liana mutters.

''O-Ooh...'' Even Emy is letting out a sound, which she doesn't usually do.

''Amazing... her nipples are popping right out of the dress...''

''That's exactly why we chose a smaller size, Anna.''

Meanwhile, Tina and Anna are marveling at their outfit choice, and somewhere deep within my being, I sense a dangerous intent from Sariel, even though she hasn't uttered a thing.

Regardless, I soon straighten myself up, squeezing my overflowing breasts into the suffocating bust again.

''H-How may I help you today...?''

I also try to squeeze out a smile, which apparently impresses them a lot, seeing their sparkling eyes. However, contrary to my expectation that they would immediately ask for sex—

''Then... clean the table and mop the floor a bit.''

''Huh? Okay—I mean, understood.''

Puzzled, I take a spare piece of cloth and get to work anyway. Since the table is around my waist level, I have to bend down quite a bit to clean the farther area. And that's precisely when I realize their intention.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

''Ooh...''

''D-Damn...''

They're looking at me from behind.

This is strange. Even though I've done much more shameful things with them, whether in private or in public, having them just staring at my bare bottom like this is... kinda exciting.

So, as my heart beats increasingly faster, I try to maintain a steady but slow rhythm for the cleaning part, enjoying the attention to the fullest. Something about the prospects of this scenario being real is making me lose my mind. It'll be so hot if this is a real situation...

''Nn...''

Eventually, someone's patience has run out as I can feel a palm sinking into my butt. It then slides down to caress the hamstring before coming up again, this time grabbing it firmly and... pulling it to the side a bit.

The sudden airiness forces a strange moan out of me, and the more I think about five pairs of eyes scrutinizing my most embarrassing place, the more my excitement rises.

Ah... no good. It's watering up...

Perhaps skewed by the primal desire for flesh, my mind suddenly thinks of an idea to make this situation perfect.

''Whew... it doesn't clean well without moisture.'' I dejectedly mutter as I turn around, shaking off the hand. ''Well...''

It's true that this cloth needs to be dampened, but I don't want to use magic or go to the bathroom, so...

'''' ...! ''''

I just kinda rub it between my legs~★

To get every bit of my water onto the fabric, I make sure to rub it deep and thoroughly—not only on the outside but on the inside, too. However, I might get a bit addicted to this strangely pleasurable and masturbating-like act, so I might rub it a bit more...

''N-Ngh...! Ngha...! Ah...!''

I just can't stop... how can I stop after seeing such mesmerized faces?

In the end, my head goes blank for a dozen seconds as a sense of euphoria kicks in, and unknowingly, I have drenched the piece of cloth with my bodily water.

It's also a bonus that because of the excessive movement earlier, my breasts have been freed again.

...How is this any different than when they forced me to masturbate in front of them?

What now? Their cocks are all dying to kiss my pussy. What will they do?

'''' ... ''''

Still hesitating?

Fine, then. I'll just do it by myself.

''Mhm...''

So, I start by flaring out my slit with two fingers, letting the leftover water fully drip onto the cloth. Without bothering to fix my hanging chest at all, I move over to a corner of the table, tiptoeing myself to reach the other side...

''Ah...''

But oh, no, the corner of the table is rubbing against my crotch! How horrible.

Heheheh...

It feels exceptionally good with proper lubing, so much so that my powerless upper body just falls flat onto the table, only cushioned by my chest.

I'm still cleaning it. I have to do it so that Anna has something to lick later.

But... hah... let's rub it a bit more...

''I can't take this anymore.''

''Ah.''

Before I realize it, someone has already picked me up onto their shoulder. After looking at the familiar twin-tail for a bit, my vision rapidly morphs, and now, I see all five of my lovers surrounding me on the bed, their eyes permeated with lust.

''We just keep being impressed by how much of a slut you are, Sylvie.''

''T-Thank you for the compliment, mistress...''

''You'd better be thankful. Now, kneel.''

''Yesh...''

So it's come to this, after all.