Chapter 88: Cosplayholic, Part 2

Choi Arin invited Hayoon to her home.

Hayoon had no reason to refuse, having already helped Hong Seo-hyun set up her streaming equipment.

She readily agreed, then paused, a question coming to mind.

“What are we going to do there?”

It was a valid question.

Hayoon didn’t really know what high school girls did at each other’s homes.

Choi Arin, who also rarely had friends over, had already planned something.

“Let’s play a game.”

“A game?”

“Yeah, like watching a movie, while having snacks.”

Hayoon, who had written, reviewed, and discussed Cosplay Holic’s story with viewers, had it deeply ingrained in her memory, but Choi Arin, as the artist, hadn’t experienced it the same way.

Playing through your own story could be less enjoyable. She needed Hayoon’s cooperation for this.

“Sure, that sounds fun.”

Hayoon agreed without hesitation.

‘I’m curious too.’

While she might find it less engaging, she hadn’t properly experienced the finished product either.

She had meticulously directed the early stages and provided guidelines, but the programming was Do Jin-ho’s domain.

She had stepped back to avoid adding pressure, so it was natural to want to experience the final product.

“How about lunch tomorrow, and we can start around 1 PM? The playtime is about six hours, so if we skip through the dialogue, we should finish around dinner time.”

“Yeah, we should start early since it’s long. I’ll send you my address, and give me a call before you leave so I can get ready.”

“Of course.”

Hayoon nodded and headed to the bus stop, wanting to rest.

She was also feeling slightly bloated, not from indigestion like Do Jin-ho, but from overeating.

She wasn’t a big eater.

“They kept ordering more meat, even though I said I was full…”

Park Geun-soo, in his enthusiasm, had ordered too much meat for three girls with small appetites.

While she liked meat, she had definitely eaten more than usual.

“I’ll walk a stop and then take the bus.”

Wanting to aid digestion and get some exercise, Hayoon started walking.

She planned to announce on her stream that she wouldn’t be streaming tomorrow.

“I’ll be at her place until at least 7, so I won’t be able to stream on time.”

And not just that.

“They might ask me to stay for dinner.”

Korean hospitality might compel them to offer dinner to their daughter’s friend.

Hong Seo-hyun’s mother had done so. Thinking it was likely to happen again, Hayoon decided to buy some snacks on her way home.

The night passed quickly. Hayoon had streamed last night, finishing around midnight.

With barely any time to sleep, she needed to hurry to get to Choi Arin’s place by 1 PM.

“Just a simple breakfast since I’ll have snacks there.”

She decided to use some leftover spaghetti and sauce. S

he added some chopped ham from a can, tossed it with the pre-cooked noodles, and.

“Hmm, a classic.”

Store-bought noodles, store-bought sauce, and store-bought ham combined to create a perfectly average spaghetti.

It tasted like convenience store instant food, but it was good enough.

She finished her plate.

“Refreshing.”

After breakfast and a quick shower, on her way back to her room.

…jiggle…

“Hmm…”

-jiggle-

She glanced at the jiggling mass that asserted its presence with every step.

The perfect development was still working its magic; her small c-cup had become a full C. Was it now comparable to Choi Arin’s? The weight of her breasts was noticeable now.

“It won’t grow to a Z-cup, will it…?”

She imagined the status window reassuring her that as long as it didn’t sag, a Z-cup would still be considered “perfect development.”

-That’s a bit…

“Oh, it won’t?”

-Well… there are limits.

The status window offered a brief explanation and disappeared.

Hayoon returned to her room and changed. Since she had worn pants to Hong Seo-hyun’s place, she chose a tennis skirt this time.

She paired it with a tight white tube top that revealed her collarbone and navel, and a cropped cardigan that ended just below her chest.

“Perfect.”

A truly doll-like outfit. Perfect. Dressing up was Hayoon’s favorite pastime.

Having a perfect mannequin body and an unlimited wardrobe was a dream come true.

“Oh, right. My bag.”

She slung a small crossbody bag containing her phone and wallet, adjusting the strap so it rested between her cleavage.

“Whoa…”

She looked like one of those slightly suggestive, realistic illustrations she used to be obsessed with when she first became an otaku.

Her reflection in the mirror was captivating. She wanted to reach into the mirror and ravage herself.

“At this rate, I’ll be single forever.”

She chuckled, feeling confident. With her beauty, she could be content just admiring herself in the mirror.

After a brief moment of self-admiration,

“Time to go.”

Checking the time, Hayoon called Choi Arin and left.

She arrived at Choi Arin’s place.

She had assumed it was far since they took different routes home from school, but it turned out they just took different bus lines.

The trip was only about 20 minutes, even less if traffic was good.

“I’m here!”

Hayoon rang the doorbell and waved. The door clicked open, revealing Choi Arin in a silk nightgown.

“It’s closer than I thought. I got here quickly, didn’t I?”

Hayoon greeted her cheerfully. Choi Arin, after taking one look at her.

“Who are you trying to seduce, dressed like that?!”

…pulled Hayoon inside and frantically tugged at the bottom of her tube top, as if trying to hide her navel.

“B-But then my chest…”

“Oh my god…”

“What’s wrong?”

“It’s…”

Choi Arin glanced nervously towards the kitchen.

“My parents hate clothes like that. They’ll yell at me for hanging out with someone dressed like this…”

It seemed the issue wasn’t Choi Arin, but her parents. As she wondered what to do,

“Oh, you have a friend over?”

“Hello!”

A woman who appeared to be Choi Arin’s mother peeked from the kitchen.

Hayoon quickly bowed, her head low enough to hide her navel.

If the parents were conservative, all she had to do was hide her midriff.

“Have fun, girls.”

The tactic worked. The woman returned to the kitchen without a second glance.

“Phew, good thing my room is right next to the entrance.”

Hayoon followed Choi Arin to her room. Choi Arin quickly closed the door and turned back to Hayoon.

…speechless.

They usually only saw each other in their school uniforms. Perhaps that’s why…

Seeing Hayoon today, in clothes that accentuated her figure, the crossbody bag adding to the effect…

“When did you get so…developed?”

…Choi Arin couldn’t resist reaching out and cupping Hayoon’s breasts.

They were much larger than before, easily filling her hand.

She was stunned by the change in just a few months.

And Hayoon,

I’ll have to touch hers later.

…watched Choi Arin staring at her chest, a predatory glint in her eyes.

Thanks to Hong Seo-hyun, she wasn’t the type to just receive anymore.

It seemed Hayoon’s hands would be wandering today.