A mont later, a warm hand wrapped around Makoto's tired cock, pulling it free from his kimono pants. And then he felt Mika's hot, wet mouth. She was surprisingly skillful, her tongue a relentless creature, her throat warm and welcoming.
A low, guttural moan rumbled from his chest, and he had to grip the edge of the table to keep from collapsing.
At that mont, another custor approached. It was a young man with bright green hair and a My Hero Academia t-shirt. He bead at Makoto, completely oblivious. "Wow, Muzan-sama! Your cosplay is amazing! Can I get a picture with you later?" he asked, his eyes wide with fanboy glee.
"Of... of course," Makoto managed to choke out, his voice strained. "Just... give a mont." He could feel the sweat beading on his forehead. The wood of the table groaned under his white-knuckled grip.
"And... feel free to look at our... photobook," he groaned. "Umm, our Nezuko went to the restroom, I think."
Mafuyu, sensing Makoto's imminent collapse, swooped in like a seasoned professional. "He's just feeling a little overwheld by all the wonderful support we've received today," she said, her voice a soothing murmur when she handed the boy a photobook sample. "Why don't you take a look at this? The paper quality is excellent, and the photos are really cute."
Under the table, Mika seed to take the arrival of the new custor as a challenge. Her movents beca more frantic and desperate. She was trying to devour Makoto, to swallow him whole with her skillful sucking. Her throat worked around his cock in deep, powerful waves.
She wanted to make him cum right here, right now, in front of everyone.
A choked, strangled sound was torn from Makoto's throat. He couldn't hold back. As he gripped the table, his eyes screwing shut as a powerful, shattering orgasm wracked his entire body. His hot, thick seed flooded Mika's waiting, greedy mouth.
A series of muffled, choked sobs ca from under the table. Mika's body trembled violently. Makoto could imagine the wet, sticky warmth of his cum trapped against her tongue, her throat working convulsively, instinctively trying to swallow.
"Bad Nezuko," he groaned and smirked, and pulled up her bamboo muzzle to cover her mouth. "Get back up. Do not swallow until I allow you to!" His command cut through her post-orgasmic haze along with a cold, sharp spike of humiliation.
A mont later, Mika re-erged from under the table. She was a wreck. Her face was flushed a deep crimson, her pink eyes shimring with unshed tears of blissful sha. The bamboo muzzle was back in place, acting like her perfect mask of innocence. She just stood with her hands clasped demurely in front of her, a lewd and corrupted doll.
Makoto could see the slight bulge in her cheeks, the way she had to breathe carefully through her nose.
Mafuyu finished her transaction with the green-haired boy, her hands trembling just a little as she gave him his change. She just turned to the next person in line with a restrained smile. "Hello! Welco to our booth! Would you like to have a look at our photobook?"
Mika still stood there, acting like a silent and obedient little demon. Makoto's cum was still a warm, forbidden secret trapped in her mouth. She said nothing and waited for his next command.
"You thought that was fun, making cum in front of people, didn't you?" Makoto thought, his eyes turned mischievous as he planned his revenge.
He took a deep breath, then yelled to the crowd, "Hey, our Nezuko will finish her shift before noon, so this is your last chance to take a photo with her." He giggled evilly. "Photo only! Please don't touch, or she'll bite!"
The announcent worked like a charm. A small, excited mob of con-goers who had been milling about imdiately ford a new, more urgent line. The phrase "last chance" was a powerful motivator.
"Oh, man, really? She was that famous Nezuko from that tweet, wasn't she? Okay, I have to get one!" a guy in a cheap Tanjiro haori exclaid, fumbling for his wallet.
"She's so cute! And she stays in character so well!" a girl with cat ears gushed to her friends.
Mika didn't even blink. She just stood there like a statue. If anything, the new wave of attention seed to intensify her state. Her pink eyes, shimring with unshed tears, were fixed on Makoto. They shone with a desperate, adoring light, holding a silent prayer for this terrible mont to last.
Mafuyu looked like she was about to have a full-blown heart attack, but the professional experience from being a waitress at a crowded family restaurant helped her stay calm. "Alright, everyone, please form a neat line! That's 2,000 yen (~14$) per photo! Please have your money ready! And no touching the cosplayer!"
The first custor, the guy in the Tanjiro costu, stepped up. He was vibrating with excitent. "Okay, can you... uh... can we do a pose where I'm protecting you?" he asked, his voice squeaking with nerves.
Mika, without a word, turned and executed a heartbreakingly cute pose, cowering slightly behind him. All while Makoto's hot, sticky cum sat heavy in her mouth, her throat working convulsively, fighting every natural instinct to swallow.
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Half an hour later, the line finally ended. The last photo was taken, and the last custor walked away happy. Mika remained frozen in place, her pink eyes locked on Makoto, they were shimring with desperate, pleading light.
Makoto stepped forward, unscrewing the cap of the cold tea bottle. Then he gently took her by the chin, tilting her head back slightly, and brought the bottle to her lips, just below the bamboo muzzle.
"Good girl," he whispered, his voice a low, intimate purr. "You can swallow now."
A choked, strangled sob escaped Mika. She lunged for the bottle, her movents frantic and desperate. She swallowed deeply, making convulsive gulps. Her swallowing sounded wet and ragged in the relative quiet of the booth. She drank down the cold tea, washing away the evidence, taking his cum completely into her throat.
Small tears stread freely from her eyes, carving clean paths through her carefully applied makeup. She was breathing in deep, ragged gasps, her entire body trembling with the aftershocks of agonizing pleasure and humiliation.
Makoto wiped her sweat and tears. "You did well, Mika. Was that fun?"
Mika looked up at him, her eyes shining with an adoring light. "Fun?" she whispered, her voice still a bit muffled. She took a deep, shuddering breath. "It was the most wonderful and terrifying thing that has ever happened to , darling!"
"Everyone was looking at ... and no one knew. No one knew that I had your thick cum inside my mouth. It was our secret." She reached out, her trembling hand coming to rest on his cheek. "I love you," she whispered. "I love you so, so much."
"I love you too, you sicko," Makoto said, leaning in to kiss her forehead.
Mika, still in a state of blissful afterglow, just leaned against him. She gave him a muffled hum of agreent from behind her muzzle, her hand finding his and gripping it with fierce intensity.
He then turned to Mafuyu. "How many did we sell, Mafuyu-nee?"
Mafuyu, who had been heroically maintaining a facade of professional calm, finally allowed herself to exhale. She pushed a stray strand of hair back from her forehead, her hand trembling just a little.
"We're... we're doing very well," she said, her voice a little shaky but filled with genuine pride. She gestured to the now half-empty boxes under the table. "All the pre-orders are gone. And we've sold about half of the walk-in stock for the photobooks, and the acrylic stands are almost sold out."
She gave Makoto a tired smile. "You and Mika were a very effective sales team."
"I see. I'll go fetch Yuna and Ayane for their shift." Makoto nodded.
"They're probably over by the main stage," Mafuyu added, already starting to neaten the remaining rchandise. "Ayane-chan sent a picture to the group chat a few minutes ago. She was trying to get a selfie with a famous Gundam cosplayer."
She let out a fond sigh. "I think she was also trying to sell him a photobook."
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