Misa Saito age:21,job:Cosplayer

In mid-October, I visited a graduate school in the United States for university research. My primary purpose was a meeting for a joint research project, but since I had free time the following day, I decided to explore the city.

The university campus sprawled across the city center, bustling with students coming and going. While resting at a cafe, my attention was drawn to a young pair. A young man and woman were chatting intimately, looking just like a couple.

The woman caught sight of me. She had striking facial features and lustrous, long black hair. Though petite, she had a great figure, and her legs looked remarkably long wrapped in jeans. Recognizing that we were both Japanese, a look of slight surprise crossed her face before she smiled.

"Hello," I called out.

She gave a light nod. "Hello. Did you come from Japan?"

"Yes, I'm a university professor. And you?"

"I'm Misa. I'm studying abroad at this university."

"Misa, I see. I'm Nagai."

She took my hand and gave it a light shake. Her hand was small, soft, and warm. The man beside her looked at us with a touch of jealousy.

"He's my friend. We study together," Misa introduced him, though she didn't seem particularly interested in him.

I felt compelled to keep talking to her. "What are you majoring in, Misa?"

"Japanese literature. But right now, I'm totally obsessed with cosplay."

"Cosplay? You mean dressing up as anime and game characters?"

"Exactly. It's pretty popular in Japan, but surprisingly, there are fans over here, too."

"Is that so? Do you do it yourself, Misa?"

"Yes, on weekends I attend events and stream videos online."

Saying so, she pulled out her smartphone to show me photos of her cosplay. She dressed up as various characters, and every single one suited her perfectly. In particular, her looks in a maid outfit and a school swimsuit were incredibly alluring and sexy.

"Impressive. You're truly cute and have such a great figure, Misa—you're perfect for cosplay."

"Thank you very much. Do you like cosplay, Nagai-san?"

"Hmm, to be honest, I haven't had much interest in it, but if a cute girl like you is doing it, I'd love to see it."

I swiped through her photos as I spoke. She let out a slightly shy laugh.

"You're an interesting person, Nagai-san. Are you popular with women back in Japan?"

"Who knows? At the university, I'm a serious professor, so students tend to keep their distance, but that's not the case in my private life."

"Hmm, sounds nice then. I like men like you, Nagai-san."

Saying so, she intertwined her arm with mine. At that moment, her male friend's expression turned sour.

"Misa, we should probably get going."

"Ah, right. Nagai-san, let's meet again."

She pressed a kiss to my cheek and left the cafe with her friend. Watching her walk away, I felt my heart pound in my chest.

A woman like Misa was entirely my type. Boyish and petite, yet affectionate, clingy, and emotionally expressive. On top of that, she had cosplay as a hobby, emanating a distinctly erotic vibe. I wanted to talk to her more.

Fortunately, I was scheduled to stay in the U.S. for a week. There would surely be a chance to see her again. I searched for her social media account and followed her; she quickly followed me back.

That night, a message arrived from her.

“Nagai-san, thank you for today. Let's hang out again.”

“My pleasure. Misa, do you have any other interests besides cosplay?”

“Hmm, I like music and movies well enough. But what I like most of all is sex.”

“Sex?”

“Yes. I'm quite experienced. I have a boyfriend, but I sleep with other people sometimes, too. Are you okay with that sort of thing, Nagai-san?”

“I'm fine with it. I've been involved with various people myself.”

“Then that's great. What are you doing tomorrow, Nagai-san?”

“Nothing planned. What's up?”

“I have a cosplay event tomorrow. If you have time afterward, shall we meet up?”

“Sure. Where?”

“At my dorm. My boyfriend is on a business trip tomorrow and won't be back until night.”

“Got it. I'll head over tomorrow evening then.”

“Looking forward to it. Good night.”

I set my smartphone down and lay on the bed. A woman like Misa was truly my ideal partner. Imagining having sex with her, I couldn't resist and began to masturbate.

[ Temptation ]

The next day, after finishing my meeting at the university, I headed to the cosplay event Misa was participating in. The venue was a large hall filled with a crowd of cosplayers. Searching for Misa, I eventually spotted her.

She was dressed as a heroine from a famous anime—wearing pink hair and a white lace dress. The neckline was boldly open, revealing her cleavage. Her legs were encased in black stockings, ending in high heels. She looked exceptionally cute and intensely provocative.

I approached her and called out. "Misa, incredible outfit. It really suits you."

"Nagai-san, you actually came! Thank you!"

Seeing me, she smiled with delight. A crowd of male fans had gathered around her, taking photos and asking for autographs. She handled them politely, but occasionally flicked a quick glance in my direction.

When the event wrapped up, she came over to me.

"Nagai-san, I'm sorry to keep you waiting. It took a little time."

"It's fine. You're quite popular, aren't you?"

"Well, I suppose so. But the one I care about most is you, Nagai-san."

Saying so, she took my hand. Her palm was clammy and hot. I took her hand and we headed toward her dorm room.

The dorm was near the university, and she lived in a single room. Though small, it was cutely organized. After having me sit on the sofa, she pulled a beer out of the fridge for me.

"Here you go, Nagai-san."

"Thanks. Are you having one, Misa?"

"I'll drink after this. Can I take a shower first?"

"Of course. I'll wait here."

With a smile, she vanished into the bathroom. Sipping my beer on the sofa, I looked around her room. Cosplay photos and posters were pinned to the walls, while her smartphone and laptop sat on the desk. My eyes landed on her phone.

Her phone wasn't locked. Unable to help myself, I opened her messaging app. There, I found a message from her boyfriend:

“Misa, I'm heading back from my business trip. Scheduled to arrive tomorrow morning. Can't wait to see you.”

Seeing the message left me slightly shaken. Did Misa know her boyfriend was returning tomorrow morning? Or was she tricking me? Doubts about her began to take root in my mind.

Just then, her voice called out from the bathroom.

"Nagai-san, I'm coming out."

Hurriedly putting her phone back in its original spot, I called back. "Ah, alright."

Misa stepped out wrapped in a single bath towel. Her body was flushed red from the steam and glistening wet. Droplets of water dripped from her hair, trickling down her face and the slope of her neck. Standing directly in front of me, she dropped the towel to the floor.

Her naked body lay spread out before me. Her skin was white and smooth, and her well-shaped breasts rose softly; her nipples were pink and hardened. Her stomach was flat, revealing a distinct navel. Her crotch was covered in fine pubic hair, through which her intimate parts peeked out.

"Nagai-san, do you like my body?"

She asked this as she clung to me. Her body was warm and soft. She smelled of a mix of shampoo and a woman's natural scent, which aroused me.

"Misa-san, you're truly beautiful. I'm crazy about you."

I stroked her back and kissed her lips. Her lips were sweet, and her tongue met mine. We fell onto the sofa, locked in a deep kiss.

I kneaded her breasts and sucked on her nipples. She moaned and held my head close.

"Nagai-san, it feels so good. Please, do it harder."

I did as she wished, biting and tugging at her nipples. Trembling with pleasure, she called out my name.

"Takumi-san... Takumi-san... I love you."

Seeing her reaction, I forgot all about her boyfriend. I licked my way down her body until I reached her intimate area; it was already wet, overflowing with her juices. I stimulated her clitoris with my tongue while sliding my fingers into her vagina.

Her insides were hot and tight, gripping my fingers. I moved my fingers, searching for her G-spot. She arched her hips and pressed down on my head.

"Takumi-san, right there—that's it. More... give me more."

I did exactly as she asked, stimulating both her clitoris and her G-spot at the same time. She gasped heavily, arching her back.

"Takumi-san... I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coooming!"

As she cried out, she sprayed her juices onto my face. Her fluids tasted slightly salty, and I licked them up. She smiled with satisfaction and gazed at me.

"That was amazing, Takumi-san. You really have great technique."

"You were so sensitive and cute, too, Misa-san."

Saying this, I climbed on top of her. She undid my trousers and pulled out my cock; it was already rock-hard and too big to fit fully in her hand.

"Wow, Takumi-san, it's huge. I wonder if I can take it all?"

"It'll be fine. Your pussy will swallow it right up."

I spread her legs and pressed my cock against her sex. Her folds twitched, as if welcoming me in. Slowly, I slid inside her.

It was hot, tight, and wet. The friction against her vaginal walls felt incredible. She closed her eyes and bit her lip.

"It's all the way in, Takumi-san. I'm completely filled by you."

"Misa-san, it feels amazing inside you. I want to fuck you hard."

I began to thrust inside her, and she moved her hips in rhythm with mine. Our bodies slammed together as the pleasure mounted.

I shifted her body and tried various positions: missionary, cowgirl, doggy style, and face-to-face sitting. In every position, her tight grip drove me wild. Every time I thrust deep inside her, she moaned and dug her fingernails into my back.

We climaxed together again and again, our bodies slick with sweat and her juices. Her body softened in my arms, and her face flushed pink from my kisses. Stroking her hair, I whispered into her ear:

"Misa, you’re my woman. You belong only to me."

At my words, her eyes welled up with emotion, and she kissed me.

"Takumi, I want to be your woman, too. I want you to hold me forever."

Exchanging these words, we shared one final, climactic act. I released myself inside her, and feeling my seed, she reached the peak of pleasure.

We lay back on the bed, holding each other close. She rested her head on my chest, smiling happily.

"Thank you, Takumi. The sex with you was amazing."

"I feel the same, Misa. I’ll never forget it."

With those words shared between us, we drifted off to sleep.