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A sinister gaze tinged with a faint touch of madness.

Feeling a sense of unease that accepting might lead to unforeseen consequences, I declined, though the idea of cosplaying wasn’t entirely unwelcome.

Having once been someone who enjoyed subculture as much as Hyeun did.

I’ve even entertained the thought of what character I’d like to try being. So, my aversion to cosplaying wasn’t particularly strong.

Could it be that I actually wanted to give it a try?

Honestly, if Hyeun hadn’t sent me those strange looks, I might have readily accepted her proposal.

With lingering regrets in a corner of my heart due to not being completely disinterested.

Perhaps someday, when the opportunity arises, I’ll cosplay alone and participate in an event?

I pondered briefly.

“Impossible.”

I shook my head resolutely, knowing it was beyond me as a vampire.

Therefore, to attempt cosplaying, I deemed it necessary to have at least one companion.

Given Hyeun’s strong-willed nature, I was anxious about potential mishaps, but still, going with someone familiar seemed like the best option.

After retracting my refusal, I expressed willingness to consider it positively, leaving room for further contemplation.

Well, in essence, it was akin to granting permission.

Since the boss had mentioned taking a break whenever needed, I could simply request a day off around the event time after working diligently.

Anyway, thanks to Hyeun, the day off after the rather enjoyable holiday passed.

In the quiet late hours when customers were scarce, I pondered which character to cosplay while taking a brief rest.

“…Is choosing a silver-haired character too cliché?”

The event was scheduled for mid-July.

With roughly three months left, there was ample time for preparation, yet I hurried nonetheless.

Preparing in advance seemed more fitting than rushing at the last minute.

“Selecting a character is one thing, but the costume quality is another issue.”

People always want to leave behind the best memories, no matter the occasion.

After picking a few characters I wished to cosplay, I scoured the internet for their costumes, but unfortunately, none met my expectations.

Not terrible, but far from satisfying. Should I say it was mediocre?

Hence, despite the additional cost, I considered looking into custom-made options, but before I knew it, Jaehyuk quietly approached and offered a gentle rebuke.

“Aren’t you resting? Stop working for a bit.”

“Oh, sorry.”

After checking the time, I quickly scanned my surroundings, finding no significant changes from before my break at the cocktail bar.

Realizing my mistake, I narrowed my eyes in frustration, but Jaehyuk just smiled and brushed off my annoyance.

“What’s so important that you’re lost in thought like that? Let me in on it.”

“Just… Hyeun suggested we cosplay together, so I was contemplating which character to choose. Oh, right. How about you join us? There’s a character that suits you perfectly.”

“Rejected. Unlike you supernatural beings, us mundane 24-year-old human males need rest. I was busy even on my day off; cosplay is out of the question.”

Yawning as if exhausted just thinking about it, he opened his mouth wide.

I looked at him with a disdainful gaze, giving him a good-natured ribbing.

“Tsk, that’s why you’re single, buddy. Even if you’re tired, you gotta go out to increase your odds.”

“Seriously, anyone overhearing would think you’re taken.”

“I’m sort of in between, aren’t I? Cut me some slack! If you’re so ambiguous, just find a Futanari to date. Wasn’t there a hyena humanoid female called Futanari or something?”

“…”

The existence of a spider-human hybrid in reality is news to me. Well, when reality becomes fantasy, anything can happen.

For some reason, I feel increasingly overwhelmed as the conversation progresses.

It wouldn’t matter if it were someone else getting overshadowed in an argument, but being overshadowed by that guy is particularly vexing.

In order to tactically retreat, I shift my gaze elsewhere, and as if the heavens are on my side, a guest orders a cocktail for me.

“A Faust, please?”

The owner of the voice, always drinking strong cocktails and quietly leaving, an Arachne patron.

As I mentally express gratitude to her, preparing the cocktail ingredients, I hear her say something different for the first time.

“I overheard you mentioning clothing troubles. Do you need any help in that area? I work in that field and might be able to assist.”

Seems like she heard me mumbling about cosplay costumes.

Feeling like I’ve encountered a noble, I calmly begin to explain the situation.

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[I’m not into spider stuff…]

Author: SpiderMilkRapeOffender(39.7)

Arachne seems possible at leastㅇㅇ

Those idiots asking why stick it on a spider’s body are clueless, seriously.

Hey, honestly, wouldn’t it feel messed up to stick it where the sun don’t shine?

You could probably savor the unique sticky feeling of spider silk.

Wouldn’t it be on a whole different level compared to regular anal play?

Plus, she’s really skilled with her hands.

With her delicate touch, you could finish in seconds, for real.

And isn’t it possible for her to bind, immobilize, paralyze, and show affectionate submission?

Above all.

I never knew real-life would be more appealing than 2D, seriously;

The combination of beauty and spiders seems fantastic. Seriously…

Recommend 3 Dislike 17

– (I have no interest in the teacher’s preferences)

– Damn… because of you, my appetite is ruined…

– This… Korean? Beyond shock, it’s amazing, seriously

– Even small things are creepy, but the actual size is f***ing scary;;; Already cursing…

– Even the nickname sounds like a spider lover, right? He’s not just sticking to Arachne, he’s a guy who would stick even to real spiders.

– Except for binding, there’s nothing Arachne-specific, you crazy dude

ㄴ That guy is just a spider lover, right?

– You know your stuff ㅋㅋ Definitely a thumbs up

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Have you ever heard the word “Arachne” before?

If you’ve ever come across Greek mythology even once… you might be able to think of a certain woman.

A genius weaver cursed by the gods to become a spider, that unfortunate woman.

But if you’re into subcultures, especially the darker ones…

Yeah, you’d probably think of a certain race rather than a woman from mythology.

It’s the race that people with quite maniacal tastes enjoy.

Yes.

The cocktail famous for its high alcohol content, Faust.

While gulping it down like a soft drink, this guest listening to my predicament is none other than a member of that race, Arachne.

Similar to centaurs, a race completed by replacing the lower body with a spider instead of a horse.

Back when I was quite interested in subcultures before the racial mutation incident, I did encounter them occasionally in 2D…

Perhaps because their lower body is a spider larger than a human, seeing them in person was quite unsettling.

Above all, the guest wasn’t the wandering predatory spider type but the sedentary web-weaving spider type.

What does this mean?

“C-Can you, um, move your, your legs a bit, guest? I, I tend to have seizures when I see, sharp things…”

“Oh, sorry. Is this better?”

“Yes, yes…”

With legs so ‘pointed,’ it was inevitable to feel a sudden onset of advanced acrophobia.

…The bartender, who would startle and stutter every time the legs climbed up, looked like such a damn idiot.

Calming my startled heart due to the spider legs, I began to listen to the customer’s words once again.

“So, in summary… you’re looking for clothes to wear to a cosplay event, but since you can’t find anything you like, you’re planning to have them custom-made. Is that right?”

“Yes, that’s correct. Eek?! Uh, um! My legs…”

“…I’m sorry. It’s a habit that arises when I deeply contemplate things.”

Swish –

Two spider legs once again concealing themselves.

Letting out a sigh of relief, I deliberately averted my gaze elsewhere.

As I lowered the legs, she seemed to flash a sly smile for a moment… Could it be because of her mood after all?

It was almost time to close the shop and head home.

Unable to wait idly, I started tidying up the ingredients, putting them back in their original places.

Seemingly having resolved her dilemma already, Arachne handed me her business card with a wide smile.

“Oh my, time has flown by while contemplating. Since it’s almost time to close the shop, it might be difficult to continue our conversation. Please contact me at the number on the card when you have time. I’ll help you sincerely.”

“…You’re being incredibly kind considering we’ve just met, aren’t you? And this brand logo, it seems somewhat familiar.”

A logo that seemed vaguely familiar, perhaps seen while following mom through the luxury section of a department store.

Alternating my gaze between the business card and Arachne, who returned my cautious looks with a businesslike smile, she answered my question.

“Hehe, there’s no harm in building good relationships, right? Besides, if it’s you…”

“Yes?”

“It’s nothing. Well then, may I request another delicious cocktail next time? Goodbye for now.”

“…”

She casually swayed her spider legs and swiftly disappeared from the bar.

I gazed at the spot where the customer had been sitting or standing with a puzzled expression before letting out a long sigh.

“…Maybe this species only attracts nutcases?”

Up until now, the individuals of this species I had encountered seemed like they were missing at least one screw.

While I nodded in agreement to this fairly reasonable suspicion, ㅡ

“Wait, does that mean I’d become a screw-loose human too?”

At the sudden realization, I promptly dismissed that hypothesis as false.

There’s no way I could be a screw-loose human.