The eldest daughter of the Yashiro Commissioner, Kamisato Ayaka, has appeared, so naturally Raiden Shogun, Raiden Ei, can't be missing either.
And Raiden Makoto and Raiden Ei are sisters, while Yotsuba Miya and Yotsuba Maya are also sisters. Could they possibly Cosplay them too?
Although he had never met Yotsuba Miya, he had met the current head of the Yotsuba family, Yotsuba Maya, in the student council office.
Her purple-black high ponytail braided into a plait, with hardly any need for makeup, would be enough to Cosplay Raiden Ei after putting on a Cosplay outfit and adding a few hair ornaments.
"Mm, today's entire day is themed around a hot spring manga convention, and everything at the inn has already been arranged."
Seeing that Hachiman was very satisfied with her Cosplay, Shiba Miyuki knelt down beside him and then gently shifted her knees. Her slender jade feet wrapped in pure-white tabi pressed against her shapely buttocks outlined by the kimono, keeping her tightly pressed against Hachiman.
"Everyone is already outside in Cosplay. It's just that Miyuki came first to guide Big Brother on how to play the game."
"What about the Service Game tonight? Miyuki, aren't you participating?"
Hachiman reached out and put an arm around Shiba Miyuki, lowered his head and kissed her pink, moist cheek. Seeing her crystal-clear white earlobe instantly turn completely red, he couldn't help smiling.
Although he hadn't learned the specific process of the hot spring manga convention yet, there would definitely be a role-playing event today, and there would probably be a game at night similar to the earlier blindfolded person-guessing game.
Now that Shiba Miyuki had appeared directly in front of him, she probably wouldn't be able to participate in tonight's game. The moment she did, he would recognize her.
"As long as I can serve Big Brother, what's the difference between morning and night? Miyuki... mm, Ayaka doesn't want to wait until tonight anymore."
Shiba Miyuki tilted her head and rested lightly against Hachiman's shoulder, staring intently at him, her white jade-like face involuntarily flushing with a strange redness.
She wasn't saying this to please Hachiman. She really thought this way.
Because she was an only child, she had wanted an older brother when she was young. But that thought had only appeared during childhood, an immature idea that had flashed through a child's mind and disappeared.
It was only after she had offered herself to President with Mayumi and the others that this thought began to grow again. Over the past few days, that thought, which had only shown the slightest signs of appearing, suddenly swelled.
She didn't know what was wrong with her. Before, she had merely thought that President was a decent man, and she could accept offering herself to President for the sake of her family.
It was actually better that she wasn't President's only lover. Otherwise, she wouldn't be able to bear it either.
Now that she had encountered a hot spring manga convention where they could choose specific characters to role-play, she found a younger-sister character among the reference materials provided by the Service Club that suited her temperament. She had originally only wanted to go through the motions, but for some reason she was especially, especially looking forward to it.
She had been nervously looking forward to today since last night, but President had been assisting Mrs. Irisiviel and the others, continuing all the way until noon.
Her mother and aunt weren't in a hurry and hadn't brought her along to join them, so she could only wait in agony for her moment to come.
Although last night had been incredibly long, the tiny flame that should have been extinguished with a single breath seemed to turn into a blaze capable of burning away her reason in an instant.
It made her unable to resist activating empathy, endlessly imagining in her mind President playing various roles and playing all kinds of face-reddening Service Games with her. This delusion had even almost dragged her aunt and the others into it.
Fortunately, she had managed to hold herself back in the end and only imagined President as her older brother.
"Then what should I call you today? Miyuki or Ayaka?"
Hearing Shiba Miyuki suddenly change the way she addressed herself when she remembered her role-playing identity, Hachiman raised his hand and gently lifted Shiba Miyuki's fair, delicate chin, making the Shiba Miyuki who had been secretly glancing at him look straight into his eyes.
Kitagawa Marin, Lumilia, and the others had thought over this manga convention event for a long time, but he himself didn't know much about it and had only supported them.
He rarely went to proper manga conventions himself, let alone this kind of improper manga convention.
How should this private manga convention actually be conducted? Many people were coming to the Service Club for the first time, and they might not necessarily be willing to offer themselves to him in their Cosplay roles on their very first time. It was also unrealistic for everyone to simply revolve around him.
"Big Brother can call me whatever you want. Right now, I'm both Ayaka and Miyuki, but you are the master of the Service Inn, so you only need to play yourself."
Shiba Miyuki gently touched her chest. Her snow-white, pretty face looked especially beautiful after the blood rushed up, while the eyes meeting Hachiman's gradually became hazy with a watery mist.
It was clearly only a close gaze, yet it made her more breathless than every previous contact.
Was it because of the identity she was playing now?
Was this the real reason Miss Marin, Princess Lumilia, and the others were so enthusiastic about organizing Cosplay events?
The sense of immersion was too strong. Just like those fantasies in her mind that she couldn't tell anyone about, it touched upon forbidden and immoral things... 儃... It was even more captivating than intimate contact when consciousness was blurred...
"Then I'll still call you Miyuki. Where are the others now? They should be ready too, right? What roles did Mayumi and the others play?"
Hachiman lowered his head and buried it in Shiba Miyuki's snow-white neck, his nose taking in the refreshing fragrance drifting from her silver-white hair.
She was still the same person, her figure hadn't changed, and even her tender white face, which looked as though it could be damaged by a poke, had no makeup at all. Yet just changing from long, straight black hair to silver-white princess-style hair somehow made him feel that the Cosplay was incredibly perfect.
Shiba Miyuki's silver-white long hair now didn't look dyed either. Both its scent and texture were extremely natural. Could this be another piece of Lala's black technology?
Although Lala's black technology involved fields such as energy, space, and biology, making an adult into a child or changing someone's figure was effortless. Dyeing hair was hardly worth being surprised about. Using it for Cosplay was completely overkill, but he had to admit, it really was great.
"Big Brother, don't rush. Miss Mayumi is still considering what clothes to wear. Before going to the hot spring manga convention, please take some photos of Miyuki first, so you can get familiar with today's photography process."
Hearing Hachiman mention Saegusa Mayumi even at a time like this, Shiba Miyuki only felt that Hachiman was shining brightly. She had almost been satisfied by the atmosphere of mutual respect between them, but her body suddenly stiffened, and her infatuated gaze instantly became clear.
She gently pushed the sitting Hachiman back down onto the floor, then lay on his chest herself. While pulling over the blanket that had fallen to the side and covering herself with it, she handed Hachiman a camera prepared by Lala.
This special photography camera was said to have been prepared by Princess Lala. It wasn't simply capable of taking photos and recording video at the same time; it also had some special functions.
However, she hadn't had time to figure out the specific functions. She only knew that this camera was today's photography prop.
"Cough, Miyuki, then how should we take the photos?"
Hachiman looked at the camera in his hand, then at Shiba Miyuki lying on top of him with her eyes closed, sniffing the scent on his body like a small animal, and found it somewhat amusing.
In the original work, Shiba Miyuki had always been very jealous. He just hadn't expected Shiba Miyuki to have such intense jealousy even while role-playing.
How would Shiba Miyuki get along with Shion, Mio, Maria, and Yukiri at his home later?
He had originally planned to introduce Shiba Miyuki to Shion, Komachi, and the others and let the Shiba Miyuki who was temporarily playing the role of a younger sister become permanent.
"Start taking photos from when I wake up. Big Brother can take them however you want."
"...I understand."
Looking at Kamisato Ayaka closing her eyes and pretending to be asleep, Hachiman smiled and pressed the camera's shutter button.
"Miyuki, it's time to get up. It's already noon."
"Big Brother... good morning. Yaaawn..."
After a long while of rustling around, Shiba Miyuki, her silver-white long hair scattered over the front of her shoulders, finally emerged from the bulging blanket. Her slender, fair jade arms slowly rose as she lazily stretched her waist.
Only after Hachiman pointed the camera at her slightly parted cherry lips and took several photos did she proceed to the next action, sitting up on Hachiman's chest and putting back on the light-blue kimono that had somehow slipped down to her waist.
The style of the kimono she was wearing now looked very good, but a single touch was enough to tell that it wasn't a proper kimono.
It was not only very thin but also very form-fitting. Compared with a kimono, it was more like a yukata.
"Big Brother, aren't you going to tell me what poses to make? You're the photographer now, so you can make me pose however you want."
"Right now, I only want to see what you're like at home, Miyuki. As your older brother, I can't fail to properly understand my little sister."
"Mm... Okay, Big Brother."
Seeing Hachiman hold the camera toward her without giving her any further instructions, Shiba Miyuki also hesitated a little.
But when she heard Hachiman seemingly ignore the role-playing setting and speak to her herself, her already-red cheeks became even hotter.
But...
Although Big Brother had said that, at this moment, she could only recreate the brother-and-sister interactions she had imagined...
Shiba Miyuki looked down, casually fastened the buttons, then turned barefoot and walked into the bathroom. Under Hachiman's gaze as he followed right behind her, she washed up and got ready.
To call it washing up and getting ready was actually just normal washing up. She didn't dress up.
She didn't need makeup. She only needed to tidy herself up.
Normally, there wouldn't be anything worth photographing. But now that she was wearing a role-playing outfit and was together with Big Brother, it felt different.
Especially when she looked at Big Brother standing behind her in the mirror and holding her...
Every movement felt especially embarrassing...
"Miyuki, sit on the table and cross your legs."
"Yes, Big Brother."
"Switch legs."
After washing herself completely clean from head to toe, she slowly walked out of the bathroom.
Her face was still very wet, and Shiba Miyuki, her cheeks flushed red, sat on the cold table and raised her fair jade feet, watching Hachiman hang the camera around his chest and help her put her tabi back on.
"Miyuki, I'll tie your hair for you. Don't move."
"Mm..."
Then Hachiman stood up, pulled Shiba Miyuki into his arms, and, after Shiba Miyuki nodded in agreement, helped tie her loose hair back with a red hair ribbon.
After completing these photography tasks one by one, Shiba Miyuki, who felt as though she was about to lose her reason, desperately released her hands that had been tightly wrapped around Hachiman's waist, took a deep breath, worked hard to purse her lips, and once again lowered her head to look at the buttons casually fastened around her waist.
"Big Brother..."
"Mm, I'll help you."
He reached out and refastened Shiba Miyuki's clothing buttons. Hachiman, who had either been holding the camera with one hand or hanging it around his chest just now, took the camera properly in both hands again, secretly marveling at the compatibility between the eldest daughter of the Yotsuba family and the eldest daughter of the Kamisato family.
Although it had only been getting up and washing up, with few special character markers unique to Kamisato Ayaka, after personally helping Shiba Miyuki wash and get ready, he had the illusion that it really was Kamisato Ayaka being photographed by him in front of the mirror while washing up.
Shiba Miyuki and Kamisato Ayaka really were very similar, whether in personality, temperament, or family background and status.
Shiba Miyuki alone was already so wonderful that he could experience the 2D world within the 2D world. Now, how many more perfect Cosplays were waiting for him throughout the Service Inn?
"Big Brother, what next?"
Shiba Miyuki got down from the table and knelt before Hachiman again, looking up at the Hachiman who fascinated her beyond measure.
She had already been longing for this, and after being commanded by Hachiman step by step to do quite a few things she had imagined, she could no longer stop.
"Do we keep going? Aren't you going to introduce the newcomer outside to me?"
Hachiman looked at Shiba Miyuki, who seemed to have genuinely forgotten something, and reached out to pinch her cheek hard.
Shiba Miyuki had long since offered herself to him, and now she had developed a special affection for him as well. She wouldn't resist anything he wanted to do.
But when Shiba Miyuki had arrived at the door of the room, another person had also stepped onto the wooden floor beside the room entrance in wooden clogs.
The other girl had stopped in the hallway without taking another step. She hadn't come in, nor had she greeted him.
Earlier, he had mentioned the others' role-playing precisely because he wanted Shiba Miyuki to take the initiative to mention the girl waiting outside the door. He hadn't expected Shiba Miyuki to have no such intention. Now they were about to do another round, and it wouldn't be very good to keep making someone wait outside.
"Mm... the newcomer outside..."
"Please wait a moment, Big Brother. I almost forgot."
Shiba Miyuki, who had almost become immersed in the role-playing again, suddenly came to her senses somewhat. She bit her cherry lips, then shyly turned her head toward the hallway and called softly.
"Ayako, no, Hanabi, you can come in."
The moment she finished speaking, a pleasant ringing sound rang out.
A twin-tailed girl wearing wooden clogs bounced and hopped into the room from outside.
A half-white, half-red fox mask was worn askew on her head, while a classical cherry-blossom-patterned yukata, mainly in dark red and light pink, wrapped around her slender, delicate body.
The bell sound came from the bells around her ankles, while several thin red cords were wrapped around her thighs.
Honkai: Star Rail's Masked Fool, fun-seeker Hanabi?
No, it was the Yotsuba family's Kuroba Ayako.
If he hadn't seen Kuroba Ayako before, he might have needed to guess 893 a little, but Miyuki herself had called out her name, and he had also seen 964 her last time at the manga convention, when Kuroba Ayako had greeted him while posing as Komachi, so he could immediately tell 460.
However... Kuroba Ayako's compatibility with Hanabi seemed pretty high too.
"It's finally my turn. We're only separated by one wall, and I almost died of boredom outside."
When Kuroba Ayako was about to bounce over to Hachiman, she suddenly stopped, abruptly bent over, and swung her twin tails from behind to right in front of Hachiman, playfully blinking at him.
"Hehe, greetings, President. Did you feel even a little surprised?"
"Next, this humble little woman will be responsible for taking photos of President and Miss Ayaka. If I offend you in any way, please be lenient with me, President."
"It's quite surprising, actually. But don't worry. We're holding a Cosplay event today, so I won't blame you for anything that isn't a major problem. I'll leave the rest of the photography to you, Hanabi."
"Looking in front of Kuroba Ayako that swayed even more than her twin tails, and the enchanting cherry blossom beside her delicate collarbones, Hachiman didn't say much and merely smiled and nodded.
"Although Miyuki was very willing to cooperate, and he knew that Miyuki was willing to cooperate, some of the bolder photography shots didn't really suit Miyuki's personality.
"If Miyuki hadn't offered herself to him long ago, she probably wouldn't have taken the initiative to play this kind of Service Cosplay event that challenged her sense of shame with him.
"Now that Kuroba Ayako's Hanabi was there to take the blame, it had to be said that this was a good thing.
"Sparkle, number one on the Asakusa ranking, once she takes the blame, you can have a*x. Even though this Hanabi is being Cosplayed by Kuroba Ayako right now, the essence of Cosplaying Hanabi is to have s*x."
"Cough, the first-person-perspective shots have basically been taken by President. Next, I'll be responsible for taking the third-person-perspective shots,"
Kuroba Ayako maintained her bent-over posture with her hands behind her back. Only after Hachiman had taken in everything about her did she straighten her waist with her face slightly flushed, take the camera from Hachiman's hand, and continue speaking in the Hanabi tone she had worked out.
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