At first, everything was fine.
Maxi dress, maid outfit, formal gown, short skirt—no problem, but the later sets were way more revealing.
Because "Wet & Slippery Shizuku" wasn't exactly a wholesome character—she was written as a humiliation-and-training type, which meant the wardrobe got weird fast. String-only pieces. Triangle cutouts. Open-cup lingerie. One-piece swimsuits with strategic openings… all kinds of bizarre outfits and props.
Tatsuki still conjured them up like it was nothing.
After a long while, Marin had tried on all the normal enough outfits, one after another, having the time of her life. And with Tatsuki praising her like he meant every word, she was practically glowing.
The dress-up doll runway was clearly about to end—and honestly, Tatsuki felt a little regret.
Even when the outfits were "normal," Marin's acting was too good. She copied Shizuku's humiliated expressions and body language so perfectly it was ridiculous, and the accidental flashes along the way were… plentiful.
"We're done, then. I'll erase the rest."
He lifted a hand to wipe the remaining outfits out of existence—
"Wait, Tatsuki-kun!"
Marin stopped him so fast he actually paused.
He turned. "What's wrong?"
Marin's cheeks were hot and glossy-red. She tapped a finger against her chest, voice turning soft and sticky-sweet. "I want to dress up like characters from manga, anime, and games… and not just dress up. I want to cosplay Shizuku completely."
Tatsuki blinked. "Completely… as in…?"
"I want to experience everything Shizuku experiences~."
"…?"
Marin grabbed his right hand and pulled it toward her, eyes shining like she'd just had the greatest idea in human history. "Then cosplay the male lead with me! If there's no training from the male lead, I can't become Shizuku!"
…
The process was complicated.
No normal person would ever guess what happened inside that roundtable room.
Every chair. The tabletop. Even the space around the table—everything ended up marked with evidence that was… unmistakable.
At Marin's request, she put on the truly unhinged Shizuku outfits. Tatsuki recreated the props for each scenario too. Then they followed the game's sequence and recreated it one-for-one, beat for beat.
Tatsuki fully committed to playing the trainer male lead.
And Marin—no, Shizuku—fully committed to being "Wet & Slippery Shizuku 2.0."
It wasn't just the clothes. It was her expression, her movements, her voice—every detail was on point, like she'd thrown away Marin and stepped into a role so hard it became real. The only thing that didn't match the game was the scale of it—how hard her body trembled, how obscene the reactions were, how shamelessly she came undone.
Which… fair. A game can only get so graphic.
With a couple of cute little bandage stickers still clinging to her, Marin finally finished the last scene and collapsed into Tatsuki's arms, utterly spent. Tatsuki sat back in the chair, finishing his own male lead performance with the same obsessive precision—down to controlling exactly how much he spilled, making sure every impact, every moment, every milky mess matched the scene she wanted.
"Mm—!"
That last sound was the curtain dropping.
The cosplay show was officially over.
Tatsuki stopped playing a role and looked at her, finally asking what he'd been dying to ask. "Marin… why did you suddenly want to do all that?"
Marin was slick with sweat, glowing and satisfied, and she grinned at him like it was the easiest answer in the world. "Because I wanted to. So I did. That's just… me."
Tatsuki chuckled, brushing damp hair back from her face. "Yeah. You really are one of the most bold, lively girls I've ever met."
And it wasn't flattery—it was true.
He still remembered their first meeting on the train, her bumping into him, then immediately dragging him into her energy. The second she realized he was into cosplay too, she invited him without hesitation. At school she dressed like a gyaru—not because she was trying to be someone she wasn't, but because she liked how it looked.
Marin Kitagawa was the kind of girl who wanted something and just… went for it.
Marin rested her chin on his shoulder. "I've got a secret to tell you."
"Do I need to keep it secret?"
She laughed. "I'm only telling you."
Still sitting in his lap, she hooked her arms around his neck and leaned back just enough to stare straight into his eyes. "Do you remember that succubus cosplay at the convention?"
"Yeah."
"Something really embarrassing happened then, right? And you kept thinking it was the succubus power messing with me."
"That's what it looked like."
Marin's eyes sparkled with mischief. "Actually… it was reverse charm. If I have a crush on the person I'm trying to charm, it flips back on me and my body hits its limit."
Tatsuki's brows shot up. "So your feelings for me were that strong back then?"
Marin puffed up, proud as hell. "You didn't notice? Guess my acting is amazing."
Then she shifted—and immediately winced, face twisting. "Ow—Tatsuki-kun, you're seriously not gentle at all! Do you even know how to treat a girl?"
He laughed, shameless and smug. "You were the one screaming about a perfect cosplay. I followed the game's scenes exactly. Every bit of force was controlled—perfectly."
Marin huffed. "Yeah, well, I'm not Shizuku. And it was my first time, okay?"
She pushed her sweaty, smooth forehead against his, close enough to feel his breath. "Tatsuki-kun… am I your girlfriend now?"
"Of course." His nose brushed hers, soft and intimate. "You're my girlfriend—and one day, you'll be my wife."
Marin's smile went sweet… then instantly turned devilish. She wriggled her brows at him. "Like Yumiko?"
Tatsuki blinked. "I didn't even announce it and you already figured it out?"
Marin lifted her chin, smug. "Duh. I'm Marin Kitagawa." She paused, then grinned wider. "No—right now I'm Shizuku."
Smack!
Tatsuki gave her a sharp slap on the ass—her flushed, springy flesh bounced under his palm—and he shot her a look. "Shizuku, my ass. You're not even wearing the outfit anymore. Right now you're Marin."
Marin squirmed, giggling, then pointed at her chest. "What about this? I'm still wearing something."
Tatsuki stared at the bandage stickers. "…That counts to you?"
He sighed and decided to stop that train before it derailed. "So Yumiko is what triggered all this?"
Marin puffed her cheeks, then huffed through her nose. "Yeah! I got here before Yumiko, didn't I? So why does she get to go first?"
"…Ah."
So it was jealousy.
And honestly?
Tatsuki thought it was fantastic.
All of it—this whole chain reaction—started because of Haruno and Yukino's stockings.
Thank you, Yukino.
Thank you, Haruno.
Yukino, Haruno… I love you both.
…Yeah, holding this woman while thinking about other women made him a total scumbag.
Right then, Tatsuki felt the shift through Kanae's shared senses.
"Marin—get up. We need to clean this place. They're about to come back."
"Okay, okay!" Marin hurried, then yelped. "Help me take the bandages off—eek! Don't lick it!"
They messed around a little, laughing under their breath, and erased every last trace from the room.
Not long after they finished—Yukino and the others returned.
"Aaaah, I'm exhausted—Tatsuki-kun, hurry up and refill me!"
Haruno flopped into Tatsuki's arms like a collapsing cat, pouting up at him as she demanded sex with zero shame.
"…"
Mrs. Yukinoshita watched in silence.
Yep. That was definitely her daughter.
Yukino calmly pressed a hand to Haruno's face and pushed her off, then gave Tatsuki a proper report. "No one was injured. We didn't run into any special enemies."
She handed him the Zanpakutō. "Kanae protected us well."
"I saw it all." Tatsuki nodded, looking around at everyone's tired faces. "Then relax. All of you."