After being dragged along by Miyama to meet the costume team already stationed at the gymnasium, I was immediately told to go change in the restroom.
Dressing in drag in a gym’s men’s room—the mere phrasing was suspicious enough to make anyone wary, yet I felt a tiny spark of excitement as I finished getting ready.
(Well, my leg hair was stripped away by Yuria with that hair removal cream, so at least that’s not an issue... Sigh.)
I looked at my cross-dressed reflection in the mirror.
It was a cheap Snow White outfit from Don☆Ki. The dress followed an A-line silhouette with a blue crew-neck top and a yellow skirt—the quintessential Snow White look. They had also insisted I wear a black wig and a red headband.
Since I was a gloomy otaku who never saw the sun, my skin was pale year-round. Combined with my naturally slender frame, I didn’t look completely unlike a girl, but...
"Yeah, right. This is definitely a stretch."
"Hey, Ryouta! We got the signs, so let's go!"
Miyama’s voice echoed through the men’s room. If anyone had actually been using the stalls, that shout would have probably made them jump out of their skin.
I stepped out of the restroom to find Miyama standing there in her dwarf cosplay. She wore a red hood and had a fluffy white beard attached to her face. With her mascot-like energy, she looked adorable... at first.
However, when my gaze traveled down, "adorable" stopped being the right word.
The top button of her bright red jacket was straining against her massive breasts, unable to close, and her shorts were stretched to their absolute limit by her thick, meaty thighs. As expected of those massive breasts and thick thighs...
(Th-this is... she’s far too voluminous to be a dwarf. It’s so erotic that people would probably complain if it didn’t have an R-17 rating.)
"I picked the largest size when we bought this costume, but the chest ended up being skin-tight no matter what... It’s because Airi’s breasts are just too big. Honestly, they’re always such a bother."
Miyama was scolding her own chest.
No—Miyama’s massive breasts were innocent. Her massive breasts were national treasure-grade assets that gave the world the will to live. Every citizen of Japan should be bowing down to these massive breasts in worship.
"Miyama... stay just the way you are. No, get even bigger."
"Huh? What are you talking about?"
"Wait, you two! You’re forgetting something!"
A girl from the props team came running over and handed us two hand-sized cardboard signs.
"Take these and walk around the school to promote the play~"
The signs had "Class 2-B Drama [Gender-Swapped Snow White] 10:00 AM at the Gymnasium!" scrawled on them in messy handwriting.
"Alright! Let’s bring in a huge crowd with Airi’s promotion!"
"O-oh..."
Yeah, once people see a dwarf this erotic is in the play, they’ll come in droves... the perverts, at least.
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"What’s with the drag?"
"Look at the way he walks, he’s totally not used to a skirt. That’s hilarious!"
"Wait, look at the chest on the girl next to him... (Gulp)."
As we walked down the hallway holding the signs, the stares from the surrounding students pierced me painfully. Some were even snapping photos with their smartphones; there was no doubt this was going to spread everywhere.
Ah... I want to die. I haven't even stood on stage yet, and my status as a "dark history" is already confirmed.
(Is this how it feels to go to Comiket with a cosplay that doesn't land well?)
"Mmm... it's okay, right?"
For some reason, Miyama had been restlessly glancing around for a while now. I wondered if she was worried about her breasts popping out.
"Miyama, what’s wrong?"
"Um, well, I was watching out to see if anyone was targeting Ryouta!"
"Targeting me?"
"Because Ryouta is Snow White! You’re so cute, I was worried some boy might jump at you."
The fact that I could still think I was creepy for feeling a little spark after Miyama called me "cute" meant I still had some sanity left.
"In other words, you were planning to protect me?"
"Well, Airi is Ryouta’s dwarf, right? I have to be your bodyguard, too!"
I didn't think that was the role of a dwarf... but honestly, I wouldn't mind being protected by those massive breasts. I’d love to bury my face in them, too...
"Oh my? If it isn't Ryouta-kun and Airi-tan."
"Hmm?"
A voice called out from a classroom we were passing. I turned around to see a familiar face.
"Hoho... Airi-tan’s cosplay is beyond erotic-ngo, but Ryouta-kun’s Snow White... it actually suits you surprisingly well."
"Forget about us, Tanaka. What about you?"
"Eh?"
"Why are you... in a maid outfit?"
Dressed in a monochrome black-and-white maid outfit, wearing her usual red-rimmed glasses and with her hair styled in calculated twin-tails, was the loli-maid Tanaka.
"Well, Class 2-D is doing a maid cafe. It’s the same vibe as the cosplay cafe we did last year."
"Oh, that's right. Last year we were a cosplay cafe, too. I dressed up as a monster!" Miyama added.
Wait. A cosplay cafe?
Come to think of it, was the thing Kuroki mentioned this morning about Yuria’s panties related to that?
(This is... a chance to finally hear about Yuria's Panties Incident!?)
"H-hey, you two? Out of curiosity, what did Ichinose cosplay as at that cafe last year?"
"Yuria...! Ah, yeah..."
"Ichinose-san’s cosplay... that was a sad incident."
The two of them suddenly turned grim and avoided my eyes.
No, seriously, what on earth happened!?