By Eastern Adventurer
easternadventurer@proton.me
Copyright 2023 by Eastern Adventurer, all rights reserved
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This
story is intended for adults only. It contains depictions of forced
nudity,
spanking, and sexual activity of preteen and young teen children for
the
purpose of punishment. None of the behaviors in this story should be
attempted
in real life, as that would be harmful and/or illegal. If you are not
of legal age in your community to read or
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Bunny Tales: A Newcomer's Journey in Otaku Odyssey
Chapter 2
The following day, Manato made his way to school as usual.
However, today held a different kind of excitement for him.
After his regular classes, he had his final time slot dedicated to soccer training.
Towards the end of his training session, just as Manato was about to
wrap things up on the training ground, he caught sight of Yazawa
sitting patiently on the bench.
Manato's gaze shifted towards Yazawa, and a mix of curiosity and apprehension filled his thoughts.
Memories of the previous day's embarrassing incidents at the Otaku Odyssey club played in his mind, causing him to hesitate.
Yet, a glimmer of hope remained as he approached Yazawa, unsure of what awaited their conversation.
Yazawa: Hi, Manato.
Manato: Ah... Hi Yazawa.
Yazawa: I've been waiting for you.
Let's go to the cosplay club together.
Manato felt a surge of emotions as he approached Yazawa.
Uncertainty mixed with relief washed over him, realizing that Yazawa
still wanted to include him despite the embarrassing incidents from the
previous day.
Manato: Umm... could you please wait for a moment? I need to take a quick shower before we go.
Yazawa: But aren't we already running late? You can shower when we arrive at the club.
Manato hesitated for a moment, torn between the desire to freshen up and the fear of further delaying their plans.
He realized that Yazawa's eagerness to include him outweighed any
concerns about his appearance, and a grateful smile formed on his lips.
Manato: Alright, let's go then. I appreciate your understanding.
With a renewed sense of excitement, Manato and Yazawa made their way toward the Otaku Odyssey cosplay club.
As they entered the club building, they immediately noticed the absence of the usual bustling crowd.
It being a Monday, the club seemed quieter than usual, with only a few scattered individuals around.
Yazawa: You know what, Manato? I'm taking a break from my photo assistant duties today.
Manato: Huh? Really?
Yazawa: Yes. You know why?
Manato's heart skipped a beat, his cheeks blushing with a mix of surprise and excitement.
He couldn't help but hope that Yazawa's reason had something to do with him.
Manato: Why?
Yazawa's eyes sparkled with affectionate sincerity.
Yazawa: Because I want to spend more time with you today.
Manato's heart swelled with joy, his eyes meeting Yazawa's in a tender moment.
The realization that his feelings for Yazawa were reciprocated filled him with indescribable happiness.
Manato and Yazawa headed towards the dressing room located behind the
costume rental counter, where Tojo would typically be stationed.
However, as they approached, they realized that Tojo was nowhere to be found.
Yazawa: Hmm... it seems Tojo must be busy with something.
Without hesitation, Manato and Yazawa mustered their courage and stepped into the dressing room.
As the door swung open, a gasp escaped Manato's lips, his eyes widening in shock at the unexpected sight that greeted him.
Standing before him were not only his classmates Yuki, Nanachi,
Teitoku, and Ryuujou, accompanied by Tojo but also an unsettling image
that sent chills down his spine.
Manato's gaze fixated on Teitoku, who was in the midst of putting on cosplay that exposed her cute bare butt.
It became evident that Tojo was assisting her with the intricate task of putting on the cosplay panties.
The combination of surprise, confusion, and a tinge of embarrassment overwhelmed Manato, leaving him momentarily speechless.
The other three girls, Yuki, Nanachi, and Ryuujou, appeared to have already donned their respective costumes.
Their outfits exuded an air of authenticity, capturing the essence of the characters they were portraying.
It seemed that they had arrived prepared, ready to immerse themselves in the world of cosplay.
Yazawa: Hi, guys!
At the sound of Yazawa's voice, Teitoku turned around and caught sight of Manato.
In a flustered motion, she hastily pulled up her panties, her face flushed with embarrassment.
Tojo glanced up from her task of helping Teitoku and acknowledged the presence of Yazawa and Manato.
Tojo: Oh... Yazawa and Manato-kun.
Her voice carried a note of surprise mixed with a hint of intrigue.
As Tojo continued assisting Teitoku with her cosplay preparations, the
image of Teitoku's cute naked butts remained vivid in Manato's mind.
It was unexpected to see such a charming detail in a classmate of the same age.
Yazawa directed her attention towards Manato, a reassuring smile on her face.
Yazawa: Manato, these are my friends, just like I mentioned yesterday.
Manato hesitated for a moment, trying to recall Yazawa's previous mention of her friends.
Manato: Uh... yes... I suppose so.
As Manato responded, the other girls greeted him with warm smiles and friendly gestures.
Yuki, Nanachi, and Ryuujou acknowledged him with a nod or a wave, showing their welcoming demeanor.
However, Teitoku, still feeling a lingering sense of embarrassment from
their recent encounter, kept her gaze lowered, hesitant to make direct
eye contact.
Tojo: Oh, Manato. It looks like you came straight from soccer training.
Tojo's observation was spot-on as she noticed Manato's attire, his
soccer jersey, and pants indicating his recent participation in a
soccer session.
Her perceptive remark brought a smile to Manato's face, appreciating her attention to detail.
Yazawa: That's right, Tojo.
I brought him straight from the school training ground, and he hasn't even had a chance to shower yet.
Tojo: Oh... is that so? In that case, you should definitely shower
first. We can't have you wearing our costumes while you're still dirty.
Manato: Ah... yes... understood.
Yazawa: Don't worry, Tojo. I already advised him to take a shower beforehand.
Tojo: Good, Yazawa. You're a smart girl. Could you please assist him
with his shower? I have to return to the counter after helping Teitoku.
Manato: Wait, what? Is Yazawa going to assist me with my shower? Ah... I can take care of cleaning myself.
Manato's surprise and slight embarrassment were evident in his response.
Tojo: Ah... Manato-kun. I believe it is appropriate to have assistance
when ensuring a thorough cleaning, especially for someone your age.
She continued.
Tojo: That is the culture of our club. Our volunteer staff members are dedicated to assisting our members in various aspects.
Yazawa playfully pinched Manato's hand, causing him to flinch in surprise.
Yazawa: What? You don't want my assistance?
Manato noticed a flicker of anger in Yazawa's eyes, sensing her disappointment.
He stammered in response, trying to explain himself.
Manato: Ah... n... n... not like that, I mean...
Before Manato could finish his sentence, Yazawa interrupted him, her voice firm yet laced with determination.
Yazawa: Okay, then. I will help you.
Manato let out a slight sigh, not wanting to be the cause of Yazawa's frustration or anger.
He understood the importance of their friendship and didn't want any tensions to arise between them.
As the conversation about the shower unfolded, Teitoku was nearing completion in donning her costume.
The other girls, Yuki, Nanachi, and Ryuujou, struck various poses and actions, admiring themselves in the mirror.
Yazawa firmly held onto Manato's hand, leading him towards the lockers situated in the corner of the dressing room.
With a sense of purpose, she swung open one of the locker doors.
Yazawa: Hand me your clothes, Manato.
Manato hesitantly began to remove his shirt, feeling a mix of nervousness and anticipation.
His fingers fumbled slightly with the buttons as he unfastened them,
his thoughts preoccupied with the upcoming change of clothes.
Manato handed his shirt to Yazawa, who then diligently folded it and placed it inside the locker.
Yazawa: Your pants too, please.
Manato let out a soft exhale, complying with Yazawa's request by removing his pants.
As he did so, he couldn't help but notice the discreet glances from Yazawa's friends.
Their curious gazes added a touch of self-consciousness to the moment,
but Manato tried to remain composed and focused on the task at hand.
Now, Manato stood in front of all the girls, dressed only in underwear.
The room fell momentarily silent as their gazes shifted toward him.
Yazawa: Your underwear... please.
Manato: Oh... Yazawa, please. Not in front of your friends.
Manato expressed his hesitation, aware that complying with Yazawa's
request would mean revealing more of his private parts to her friends.
He hoped to persuade Yazawa to reconsider, appealing to their shared
understanding and the desire to maintain a sense of privacy.
However, deep down, he knew that his plea was unlikely to change Yazawa's mind.
Despite this, he couldn't help but voice his concerns as a last-ditch effort to preserve a sense of modesty.
Manato: C... can I get a towel? Where is the towel?
Tojo: Towels in the shower room Manato. You will receive it when you are done.
Yazawa: You have to be brave, Manato. They think you're a coward. Prove them wrong.
She continued, her voice carrying a hint of seriousness.
Yazawa: And I don't want a coward for a boyfriend.
Yazawa's final statement hit Manato directly, punctuating the weight of her expectations.
With a deep breath, Manato adjusted his body position, subtly angling himself to hide his frontal view from the girls.
He trembled slightly as he pulled down his underwear with shaky hands.
In an attempt to minimize his visibility, he instinctively contracted
his body, drawing himself inward as much as possible, as if trying to
vanish within his being.
Manato couldn't help but hear the faint giggles emanating from Yazawa's friends.
The sound pierced through his ears, causing his face to flush with embarrassment.
The warmth of a deep blush spread across his cheeks, betraying his discomfort at being the center of attention.
Yazawa swiftly took the pants and underwear from Manato's hands and placed them inside the locker.
Yazawa: Great. Let's head to the shower room.
Manato felt a small sense of fortune as he realized the shower room was conveniently connected to the dressing room.
This meant he wouldn't have to venture outside or face any potential awkward encounters.
Manato followed Yazawa, instinctively covering the crotch with his hands.
He shrank his body as much as possible, attempting to hide himself from the curious gazes of the girls.
Just before entering the shower room, Manato couldn't help but overhear a voice from one of Yazawa's friends.
Girl: Wow... cute butts.
As Manato stepped into the shower room, he immediately realized that there was no door separating it from the dressing room.
His eyes widened in surprise as he took in the arrangement.
Four shower stalls were positioned against the wall, with no partitions between them.
The lack of privacy struck him, as anyone entering the shower room
could have a clear view of the shower stalls from the entrance.
A mixture of unease and discomfort settled over him, making him
question how he would navigate this new and unexpected situation.
Yazawa seemed to understand Manato's thoughts and offered an explanation.
Yazawa: Since the majority of our club members are girls and younger,
the club decided not to set up partitions. Additionally, the club
prioritizes spending on buying costumes for the members rather than
investing in shower partitions.
Yazawa's words shed light on the practical considerations and financial priorities of the club.
Despite the lack of privacy, it appeared that the club had made a
conscious decision based on the demographics and their allocation of
resources.
While Manato couldn't help but feel a tinge of
discomfort, he also recognized the club's intentions to provide
costumes and experiences for its members.
Yazawa deftly adjusted the water temperature, ensuring it was just right.
She carefully opened the shower bar, making sure not to splash herself with the water.
Yazawa: Manato, please stand under the shower.
Following Yazawa's instruction, Manato, still protecting the crotch
with his hands, positioned himself under the stream of water, allowing
it to cascade over his body.
Yazawa handed Manato a shampoo bottle, her eyes encouraging him to proceed.
Yazawa: Wash your hair.
Manato carefully accepted the shampoo bottle from Yazawa, using one
hand while still keeping his other hand firmly over his private parts.
Manato's determination to keep his wound covered with one hand posed a
challenge as he attempted to open the shampoo bottle with a single hand.
Despite his best efforts, he struggled to undo the cap, realizing that he needed both hands for the task.
With a mixture of hesitation and resignation, he reluctantly removed his other hand from covering his crotch.
He gripped the bottle firmly with both hands, successfully opening it and continuing with his hair-washing routine.
Now, with his other hand momentarily away from covering the crotch,
Manato's 11 years old hairless penis became clearly visible under the
watchful gaze of Yazawa.
Manato couldn't help but feel a tinge
of embarrassment, although not as much as before, considering that
Yazawa had already seen his cute one in yesterday's photo session.
He lathered the shampoo in his hands, closed his eyes tightly, and
began to massage it into his hair, relishing the sensation as he worked
the product through his strands.
Yazawa's eyes sparkled with excitement as she observed Manato washing his hair.
The sight of him lathering the shampoo, with the foamy suds cascading
down his smooth body, created a pleasant and captivating scene for her.
While Manato was engrossed in washing his hair, Yazawa's eyes gleamed with a gentle determination.
She reached for a sponge and took a step closer to him.
Yazawa: Okay, let me wash your back.
Manato, still with his eyes closed, accepted Yazawa's offer with a mixture of excitement and embarrassment.
Manato: Oh... umm... okay.
With his eyes still closed, Manato keenly felt the delicate texture of the sponge as it smoothly glided across his back.
As the sponge moved across his skin, Yazawa's slender fingers gently caressed his back.
She moved her hand in a circular motion, gradually traveling lower, towards Manato's bottom.
The warmth of her palm provided a comforting sensation, contrasting with the cold sensation of the sponge.
Manato felt a sudden jolt of electricity shoot through his body as Yazawa's hand passed over his bottom.
He slowly opened his eyes.
Manto: Oh... my...
Manato found himself face-to-face with Yazawa's four friends, all standing in front of him with wide-eyed excitement.
The realization that they had been observing his smooth naked body.
His cheeks flushed with a mix of surprise, embarrassment, and a touch
of amusement at the unexpected audience that had gathered.
A
fleeting sense of self-consciousness washed over him as he wondered how
long he had been standing, revealing his worm clearly, unknowingly
caught in an unwitting display in front of Yazawa's friends.
Manato's immediate response to the realization of the audience was to swiftly cover his hairless penis with his hands.
The sudden self-consciousness and desire for privacy prompted him to instinctively shield himself from further exposure.
With a mix of relief and a renewed sense of modesty, he sought to
regain a sense of control over the situation, finding comfort in the
act of protecting his vulnerability from the curious gazes of Yazawa's
friends.
Yazawa proudly moved Manato's hands away from covering his penis, her expression filled with a sense of pride and confidence.
Yazawa: Don't cover it, Manato. They have already seen it from the
moment you started washing your hair. Show them your treasure and how
cute it is.
Manato stood there, completely naked, fully revealing his cute hairless penis to his girl classmates.
His face turned as red as a tomato, his cheeks flushed with a deep sense of embarrassment.
Yazawa's friends couldn't help but giggle amongst themselves as they stared at Manato's exposed private parts.
Nanachi, in particular, couldn't contain her amusement as she spoke up.
Nanachi: Wow, I never dreamed of seeing a boy our age, especially
someone from our class, standing completely naked, proudly showing off
his cute little dick.
Yuki: I wonder how big it's going to get when you get boner... Haha!
Their comments further added to Manato's embarrassment.
The realization that his classmates were witnessing his vulnerability left him feeling a mix of self-consciousness and unease.
Ryuujou: Yazawa, can we help you?
Yazawa: No, you can't. It's only allowed for club volunteers to assist in such matters.
Yazawa shifted her position and began to gently rub the sponge on Manato's chest, providing a thorough and soothing wash.
Suddenly, Tojo appeared at the entrance of the shower room, her presence causing a momentary pause in the atmosphere.
Tojo: Well... well... how lovely to see our members sticking together.
Tojo faced Yazawa, a warm smile gracing her lips.
Tojo: Thank you very much, Yazawa. You are such a kind and helpful girl.
Then, Tojo shifted her face towards Yazawa's friends.
Tojo turned her attention towards Yazawa's friends, her tone filled with warmth and inclusiveness.
Tojo: I hope all of you are enjoying our club. Now, it's time for the
photo shoot with your costumes. Please follow me to the photo studio.
Tojo led Yazawa's friends toward the exit of the shower room.
Manato felt a slight sense of relief as Yazawa and he were left alone in the shower room.
The departure of the others created a more intimate and private
atmosphere, allowing him to feel a greater sense of comfort and ease.
With careful attention, Yazawa continued to thoroughly wash Manato's body, ensuring every trace of soap was rinsed away.
After a few moments, she turned off the shower bar, bringing an end to the gentle flow of water.
She retrieved a towel from the nearby shelf and handed it to Manato, her gaze filled with warmth and care.
Yazawa: Let's go back to the changing room.
Manato wrapped the towel securely around his waist, ensuring a modest coverage, and followed Yazawa back to the changing room.
As they entered the changing room, they found themselves face to face with Tojo, who had entered from the other side.
Tojo: Oh, you two made it back. Excellent timing. I just sent your friends to the photo studio.
Tojo's words broke the momentary silence, addressing Yazawa directly with a playful tone.
Tojo: Hey, Yazawa, I think you also need to take a shower before diving
into your costume. Leave Manato with me. I'll take care of him.
Yazawa: Ah... okay... I guess so. Thank you for your help, Tojo.
Tojo gently guided Manato to the other side of the clothes hanging racks, positioning him to face the wall.
This placement ensured some privacy for Yazawa, who stood in front of the locker shelf, preparing to take off her clothes.
Manato stood facing the wall, aware that a mirror allowed him a partial view of Yazawa's reflection.
However, the presence of the clothes hanging racks obstructed his view, making it difficult to see her clearly.
Tojo released the towel from Manato's waist.
Manato stood there, aware of the exposure of his naked body.
Tojo had seen his nakedness, but it was still a bit embarrassing for him to be completely naked in front of her again.
Tojo's soft smile conveyed a sense of understanding and reassurance as she addressed Manato.
Tojo: Don't be shy, Manato-kun. I have already seen you.
Tojo gently wiped off his body with a towel.
Manato's gaze remained fixed on the reflection of Yazawa as she took off her school uniform.
Through the mirror, he observed her movements as she carefully placed her clothes into the locker.
Between the hanging costumes on the racks, Manato's gaze carefully
navigated through the gaps, catching occasional glimpses of Yazawa's
smooth naked body from the side view.
As Yazawa made her way
toward the shower room, she gracefully passed behind the hanging racks,
creating a momentary gap that allowed Manato to catch a complete view
of her naked body from the back.
The sight filled him with awe and admiration as he took in the full beauty of her body.
Tojo's playful voice broke through the moment as she addressed Manato, a mischievous glint in her eyes.
Tojo: Well, well, naughty little boy. Are you getting excited seeing your friend naked?
Manato's attention snapped back to reality as Tojo's words resonated in his ears.
His gaze shifted downwards, his eyes widening as he became aware of his
slightly erect penis. It was not fully erected but obviously noticeable
under Tojo's eyes.
As the realized the state of his penis erection, Manato's face flushed with embarrassment.
The sudden awareness of his physical response brought a heightened
self-consciousness, causing his cheeks to turn a shade of crimson.
Tojo's smile conveyed a sense of understanding and reassurance as she addressed Manato's embarrassment.
Tojo: Don't be shy, Manato. I understand that this is natural for someone your age.
Tojo: You can feel excited. There are no rules in the club to control
your excitement. But it's important to remember to respect the girls.
Tojo: Do you know why our club doesn't have any other boys except you?
Manato: Ah... I don't know. Why?
Tojo: Our club values diversity and inclusivity. We believe that
cosplay is for everyone, regardless of gender. By having a mix of boys
and girls in the club, we create a space where different perspectives,
talents, and experiences can come together.
Tojo: There were
two boys before you. However, they did not show proper respect towards
the girl members and violated the principles of our club. As a result,
they were expelled.
Manato nodded in understanding, his expression serious and attentive.
Manato: Ah... I see.
Tojo: So, please always be mindful of your manners and treat everyone with respect.
Tojo gently poked the tip of his smooth semi-erected penis.
Tojo's words brought a sense of anticipation as she retrieved a hairdryer from a nearby drawer and plugged it in.
Tojo: Good boy. Now, let's dry your hair.
As Tojo focused on drying Manato's hair, two girls entered the changing
room, their footsteps faltering as they caught sight of him.
A
momentary silence hung in the air as their gazes locked with Manato,
standing completely naked, their expressions a mix of surprise and
excitement.
Both of the girls were around 17 years old.
One of the girls, whom Manato recognized from the day before the photo session.
However, the other girl, who was unfamiliar to him, seemed to be of a similar age as well.
One of the girls couldn't contain her amusement and leaned in to whisper to her friend, their laughter punctuating the air.
Girl 1: Remember the bunny boy I told you about? This is him!
Girl 2: Oh... the bunny boy with a red nose.
Tojo acknowledged the arrival of the two girls with a friendly smile, even as she continued to dry Manato's hair.
The passing of the girls, however, drew his attention, their giggles
causing a mix of curiosity and self-consciousness to stir within him.
He felt their eyes linger on his exposed semi-erected penis, and
although their intent was unclear, it brought forth a hint of
embarrassment.
As the two girls moved to the other side of the
clothes hanging racks, Manato caught glimpses of them between the
racks, their presence partially visible amidst the array of costumes
same as Yazawa earlier.
Both girls took off their clothes, seemingly unconcerned about Manato's presence in the changing room.
Manato even saw their nipples through the mirror.
His semi-hard penis was erecting upward more and more.
Tojo: Manato-kun, calm down. Don't get too excited.
Tojo gently advised Manato to calm down and not let himself get too worked up.
Blushing, he attempted to avert his gaze, feeling a mix of embarrassment and self-consciousness.
Tojo set the hairdryer aside and turned it off before making her way toward the hanging rack.
She reached out and retrieved the bunny costume designated for Manato.
Tojo: Typically, members are expected to dress themselves after their
second day of rental. However, in your case, Manato, the bunny gloves
are quite thick, making it challenging for you to put them on without
assistance.
Manato discerned the sound of footsteps receding
toward the shower room, leading him to deduce that the two girls had
left to freshen up.
Tojo gently repositioned Manato, turning him to face the room once again instead of facing the wall.
This allowed her to easily place the bunny headband on his head as part of the costume.
As Manato had surmised earlier, the two girls had already departed, leaving only Tojo and himself in the room.
Tojo retrieved the socks from the costume set and proceeded to carefully put them on Manato's legs, one by one.
As Manato was having his socks put on by Tojo, he noticed Yazawa entering the room, clad in a towel wrapped around her body.
Yazawa briefly glanced at Manato's semi-stiffy, a warm smile forming on her lips.
In response, Manato returned the smile.
As Tojo diligently worked on putting on the gloves on Manato's hands, Manato found his gaze fixated on Yazawa.
His attention seemed momentarily captivated by her presence, even as Tojo continued with the task at hand.
Manato's eyes followed Yazawa's every movement with a growing sense of excitement.
As Yazawa turned to face the lockers, Manato's gaze inadvertently fell
upon her backside, catching a glimpse of her figure from behind.
Yazawa glanced back at Manato, meeting his gaze, and playfully winked
at him while she turned her body away, giving him a teasing glimpse of
her backside.
Then she immediately released the towel from her body and let it fall to the ground.
Manato was taken aback, his mind struggling to comprehend what he was witnessing.
Yazawa was standing naked in front of him revealing smooth and soft round butts of her backside.
He couldn't believe his eyes and felt a mix of surprise and disbelief at the unexpected sight before him.
Without even noticing, his penis was fully erect now.
Tojo: Please don't tease him Yazawa. His worm going to explode.
Tojo teased Manato as she helped him put on the bunny tail.
Yazawa picked up the towel, covered her body thoroughly, and dried off her body.
Though Yazawa's private areas were covered by a towel, Manato still could see her side of the smooth naked body.
Tojo carefully fastened the fluffy bunny tail onto Manato's waist, just a few inches above his erect penis.
As she adjusted the tail's position, Manato's face flushed with embarrassment.
He couldn't help but feel self-conscious about Tojo seeing his erection so clearly from such a close range.
Tojo finished dressing Manato in the bunny costume, the fluffy tail swaying at his waist.
She stepped back and admired her handiwork.
Tojo: Great job, Manato. You look adorable,
Tojo said with a smile.
She gestured towards the door.
Tojo: Shall we head out now?
Manato felt a jolt of shock surge through him.
He hesitated, his mind filled with apprehension.
Right now, he didn't want to go out, fearing the judgment and curious
gazes of others upon seeing his erect penis. The thought of exposing
his vulnerable state made him want to retreat into the safety of
solitude.
Manato: Um... Can we... Can we stay here for just a moment, please?
His words hung in the air, heavy with a mix of fear and vulnerability.
Manato's plea was a desperate attempt to shield himself from the prying
eyes and potential judgment that awaited him outside.
Tojo:
Sorry, Manato-kun, but you've been fixated on Yazawa this whole time,
and your thing won't settle down if you stay in the changing room.
Tojo's words carried a blend of understanding and determination as she spoke to Manato.
Without hesitation, she firmly grasped his hand and pulled him out of the dressing room, guiding him towards the common hall.
Tojo: Instead, why don't you take a seat on the bench at the corner of the common hall?
It's tucked away, and you'll be able to avoid drawing too much attention.
As Manato and Tojo made their way through the common hall to the bench,
a group of girls nearby caught sight of Manato's exposed stiffie.
Whispers and giggles spread through their midst, causing their attention to shift toward him.
Manato's face flushed a deep shade of red, resembling a ripe tomato, as
he became acutely aware of the attention and hushed conversations
surrounding his private part.
Tojo led Manato to the bench
situated at the far edge of the common hall, providing him with a
secluded spot away from the bustling crowd.
The absence of people in that area offered Manato a small measure of relief.
Tojo: You sit here and wait for Yazawa for a moment, I'll go back to my desk.
After imparting her instructions, Tojo left Manato's side, making her way back to the costume rental counter.
Manato settled onto the bench, feeling a wave of anxiety wash over him.
Fearful of someone noticing his exposed hairless stiffie, he instinctively covered it with his bunny-gloved hands.
Sitting there alone, he hoped the gloves would shield his vulnerability from prying eyes.
Manato was jolted from his thoughts as a voice broke the silence.
A girl: Well... well... nice to meet you again, my little bunny.
Startled, he turned around to find himself face-to-face with a vampire cosplay girl, Sora.
Recognition struck him as he recalled the girl who had taken a photo with him the previous day.
Shock rippled through him, his eyes widening at the unexpected encounter.
Manato's breath caught in his throat as he mustered a response, trying to steady himself despite the rush of nerves.
Manato: Ah... nice to meet you Sora.
He managed to say, his voice betraying a hint of unease.
The lump in his throat made it difficult to speak, but he pushed through the discomfort to acknowledge her presence.
He still remembered clearly what she did to him the last day.
Every muscle in Manato's body felt tense as he fought to regain his composure.
Though his mind raced with a flurry of thoughts, he forced himself to
offer a hesitant greeting to Sora, hoping to mask his inner turmoil.
Sora's voice oozed with a mixture of amusement and mischief as she reassured Manato, her words carrying a hint of teasing.
Sora: Don't be scared, my little bunny boy. I promise I won't bite. In fact, I'm here to cover you,
She said, an eerie smile playing upon her lips.
Without a moment's hesitation, Sora flung herself down onto the bench beside Manato, her presence almost startling.
She positioned herself close to him, their bodies now in close proximity.
Manato's palms grew damp with sweat, and his heart pounded in his chest like a wild animal trapped within.
Sora's gaze flickered to Manato's hands, which were tightly clasped over his crotch.
With a hint of curiosity in her voice, she broke the silence, her words laced with intrigue.
Sora: Why are you so silent and sitting here alone my bunny?
Manato: Ah... um... um...
Manato stammered, his words failing to find their footing.
Unfazed by his hesitation, Sora pressed on, her tone playfully probing.
Sora: What are you hiding, my bunny?
Without a moment's hesitation, Sora reached out and swiftly pulled Manato's hands away, exposing his penis for herself to see.
Sora grinned at what she saw.
Manato hastily covered his throbbing penis.
Sora: Oh my poor bunny. There's no need to be shy. I have seen everything yesterday.
Though Sora's voice carried an air of gentleness, Manato sensed a hidden meaning behind her words.
He understood the weight of her evil thoughts.
Sora: If you're feeling embarrassed, let me cover you with my robe.
Manato's voice trembled as he responded, his words faltering.
Manato: Ah... um... it's okay. I'm fine.
Deep down, Manato knew all too well what would come next.
A wave of fear washed over him, prompting him to subtly shift his body a few inches away from Sora.
He instinctively sought to distance himself, wary of her offers of
help, for he understood the potential consequences that lay ahead.
Sora's giggles filled the air as she closed the distance between
herself and Manato, gently draping her big black vampire robe over his
body.
Despite his initial resistance, Manato found himself unable to resist any longer.
Aware of the eyes that could be upon him from the surrounding
onlookers, he reluctantly accepted Sora's gesture, opting to blend into
the background and avoid any unnecessary attention.
Sora's voice dripped with satisfaction as she observed Manato's compliance.
Sora: That's my bunny boy.
She remarked, her tone laced with amusement.
Sora: You are quite obedient. Hee... Hee...
Manato's fear intensified, paralyzing him in place, rendering him incapable of even the slightest movement.
His cheeks burned with a deep crimson hue, betraying the rush of embarrassment that flooded through him.
His hands trembled ever so slightly, a visible manifestation of his trembling nerves.
Sora's voice carried a hint of amusement as she noticed Manato's trembling hands.
Sora: Oh, your hands are shaking. Calm down, boy.
As their actions remained concealed beneath the robe, hidden from the
prying eyes of onlookers, Manato and Sora engaged in their private
exchange unnoticed by the surrounding crowd.
Sora's fingers
gently traced along the length of Manato's forearms, her touch picking
up on the rough texture as her fingertips brushed against his skin.
She paused, feeling the slight rise of goosebumps beneath her touch.
Sora: Oh... you have goosebumps. Are you feeling cold?
Manato's voice quivered with a mix of nervousness and hesitation as he responded, his words faltering.
Manato: Ah... I... I... I'm fine.
Sora's voice softened to a gentle whisper as she spoke, her words carrying a soothing tone.
Sora: You might be feeling cold in this costume. Let me warm you up, my bunny boy.
Sora's hands glided with a gentle touch as she began to rub Manato's bare lap.
Her motions were soothing, meant to offer a sense of warmth and comfort to him.
Manato's throat tightened with anxiety, causing him to gulp nervously.
His heart raced as he awaited, with trepidation, what would come next.
The uncertainty of the situation only heightened his fear, leaving him on edge and bracing himself for whatever awaited him.
Sora's hand slipped in firmly between Manato's hands and his lower
belly, her touch making contact with his belly a few inches away from
his erect penis.
Sora's fingertips were gently rubbing his hairless pubic area.
Sora's voice carried a teasing tone as she commented on Manato's appearance.
Sora: Oh... your pubic area is so smooth, my little bunny. I guess you don't have any hair yet, do you?
Manato's voice faltered with shyness as he responded.
Manato: Um... um... y... y... yes.
Sora: Yes, I love the smoothness of your body my bunny.
Sora's fingertip was caressing the base of his hairless penis.
Manato's desire to shift his body and create some distance was strong,
but his muscles felt frozen, unwilling to respond to his will.
He remained still, trapped in a state of self-consciousness that weighed upon him heavily.
Manato's body jolted with a sudden shock as he felt the warmth of Sora's fingers make contact with his erect penis.
A wave of sensation coursed through him, a mix of self-consciousness
and vulnerability, amplifying his awareness of the private area.
His muscles tensed involuntarily, a reflexive response to the touch.
Sora: Oh... you are getting boner my naughty bunny.
After hearing embarrassing words from Sora, Manato's cheeks flushed a
deep shade of crimson, as if a painter had delicately brushed each
stroke of embarrassment onto his face.
Every movement felt scrutinized, intensifying his self-consciousness and amplifying the weight of every gaze upon him.
He longed to shrink into the shadows, to disappear from sight, as his awareness of his own vulnerability heightened.
As Manato and Sora were engaged in their private interaction, three
girls around Manato's age approached, their voices carrying in
conversation as they conversed amongst themselves.
They came close to Manato, but their attention was focused on their own discussion rather than on him.
One of the girls, recognizing Manato from the previous day's photo
session, offered a warm smile and nodded her head in greeting.
Manato returned the smile, his expression carefully composed as he
attempted to portray a sense of normalcy as if nothing out of the
ordinary had occurred.
As Sora greeted the girls with a smile, she leaned closer to Manato and whispered discreetly.
Sora: Don't you dare to move. Otherwise, I will remove my robe and
reveal your little horny dick to these girls and let them know your
pervert mind.
Manato's entire being froze in shock upon hearing Sora's words.
Fear gripped him, paralyzing his every muscle, and he dared not move even an inch.
The weight of Sora's threat loomed over him, reminding him of the consequences he would face should he disobey.
Sora's grip tightened as she firmly took hold of Manato's hands, gently
moving them away from his erect hairless penis and placing them by his
side.
Despite any lingering resistance, Manato found himself
unable to defy her guidance, and he reluctantly complied, allowing his
hands to rest beside him as directed.
Sora's hand delicately explored the Manato's 11 years old erected penis beneath the shelter of her oversized robe.
With a gentle touch, she examined every inch of his shaft providing a sense of comfort through her careful attention.
Sora: Hmm.... Your little thing is so hard as a rock my bunny. I feel it is pulsating in my hand. Hee... hee...
Manato: Ah... n... n...
Manato's voice trembled with a mixture of protest and internal struggle, but he couldn't articulate his resistance clearly.
His self-consciousness and the weight of the situation stifled his ability to speak out coherently.
Sora's finger reached the tip of his four inches uncut stiffy and sensed some fluid.
Sora: Oh... you are so excited now, aren't you, my naughty bunny?
Sora's every word acted as fuel to the growing fire of Manato's embarrassment.
With each utterance, his cheeks burned hotter, his face transforming into a portrait of crimson.
Her remarks seemed to magnify his vulnerability, intensifying the weight of self-consciousness that settled upon him.
Sora: I know you like my touches, my bunny boy.
Manato's voice became trapped within his throat, stifled by the fear
that the three girls in close proximity would notice what was going on.
He dared not make a sound, his lips sealed tightly together, as he
desperately tried to conceal the situation unfolding beneath Sora's
robe.
The weight of anxiety pressed upon him, intensifying his
silence and amplifying his awareness of the potential scrutiny from
those nearby.
Sora: Let me explore more your red bunny nose. Hee... hee...
Sora gently pulled back his foreskin and touched the glands with her fingertip.
With a soft touch, Sora's fingertip grazed Manato's most responsive region of his body.
The sensitivity of the glands prompted an involuntary reaction from him.
His muscles contracted instinctively as if seeking to shield the tender spot from any further contact.
Sora grinned with an evil smile as she saw Manato's response.
After a few moments of exploration, Sora started stroking his helpless shaft.
Manato gasped in a whisper.
Manato: Please... don't do that... please...
Sora ignored the pledge of Manato and kept stroking slowly.
Manato: Please... no... stop that... please...
Manato's voice grew weaker and weaker until his words were barely a whisper.
Sora's voice was barely a whisper as she responded.
Sora: Don't you like it my little bunny? Hee... hee...
Sora's thumb brushed against the tip of his uncut penis, making a circular motion.
Manato started feeling a sensation of pleasure, a feeling of tickling,
from his penis, and he started to get boner even stronger.
Manato didn't like it.
He wanted to move away, but he couldn't.
Manato: Ah...
Unintentionally, a soft moan escaped from Manato's mouth, barely audible but still noticeable amidst the surrounding chatter.
The sound caught the attention of one of the girls nearby, causing her
to turn her gaze toward Manato. Concern etched on her face, she
addressed him with a playful nickname.
Girl: Oh... bunny boy, are you okay?
Manato: Ah... I... I... I'm fine.
Girl: Oh... your cheeks are red. Are you feeling well?
Manato: Ah... I... I....
Manato found himself unable to form a coherent response.
The presence of Sora keep stroking made it incredibly challenging for
him to engage in a proper conversation. His mind felt clouded, and he
struggled to find the right words amidst the overwhelming sense of
embarrassment.
Another girl appeared to have noticed the situation unfolding between Manato and Sora.
A shy giggle escaped her lips as she observed them.
Another girl: Hey, let's move to another place. Let's give them some space.
As the realization dawned upon Manato that the girls had noticed the
unfolding situation, his shock intensified. His face turned even redder
as if the hue of embarrassment had been amplified to new levels.
The weight of their attention only added to his self-consciousness, leaving him feeling more exposed and vulnerable than ever.
With the other girls having left, and no one around to observe, Sora's
actions became more rapid and assertive than before. Freed from the
prying eyes of onlookers, she took advantage of the privacy, continuing
her movements with a newfound urgency.
Manato started feeling some kind of pleasure growing in his body.
He knew what will become within a few moments.
Manato: Oh... no... no... not in here Sora, please...
All the muscles in his body started to tighten.
Manato bite his lips and tried to be ready.
Voice: Hey Manato, why are you sitting here?
A sudden voice caught Manato off guard, and he felt a shock coursing through him as he turned to see the source.
To his surprise, he found Yazawa standing there, dressed in a Nezuko Kamado cosplay from the anime Demon Slayer.
Manato thought that it was the most chaotic encounter in his life.
He faced his crush while he was almost reached the climax and his penis started twitching.
Manato's attempt to respond was met with incoherent mumbles, unable to
find the right words to articulate his surprise and bewilderment.
He could only produce sound fragments, his thoughts still reeling from the unexpected encounter with Yazawa.
Sora pulled back her hand as soon as she heard Yazawa's voice.
Though Manato was still under Sora's robe, he automatically covered his crotch with his hands.
Yazawa: What's going on Manato? Why don't you go and join my friends in the photo studio?
Manato's voice remained hesitant as he tried to find the right words to respond to Yazawa's questions.
Sora interjected smoothly, coming to Manato's aid.
Sora: Ah yes. He is waiting for you, Yazawa.
Yazawa: Oh... really, Manato?
Manato: Y... y... yes.
Sora gracefully removed her robe from Manato's body, leaving him in his bunny costume.
With a smile, she addressed Yazawa, offering an explanation for her actions.
Sora: I covered him with my robe because he was cold earlier. You know... his costume... of course it cannot give warmth.
Yazawa: Oh... thank you Sora. You are so kind.
Sora: My pleasure, demon princess.
Sora winked her eyes at Yazawa.
Sora: Then, let me go around and leave you here with Manato.
Yazawa: Have a nice day Sora.
Sora: You too.
As Sora left, Yazawa took a seat next to Manato.
Yazawa: How do I look, Manato?
Manato: You look amazing, Yazawa.
Yazawa's Nezuko Kamado cosplay was a sight to behold.
The intricate details of the costume brought the character to life, and
Yazawa carried herself with a captivating grace that complemented the
role perfectly.
Her hair, styled to match Nezuko's iconic look, added an extra touch of authenticity.
Manato couldn't help but feel in awe of her transformation, and his compliment was genuine.
Yazawa: Thank you Manato.
Yazawa's gaze shifted and she noticed Manato covering his crotch with his hands.
Yazawa: Why are you covering it, Manato? Be proud of yourself.
With a gentle yet determined touch, Yazawa pulled his hands away from
the crotch. As Manato's hand moved away, his erect pulsating penis was
fully exposed to Yazawa's sight.
She gazed at the sight with widened eyes, taking in the sight with a mix of surprise and concern.
Yawaza: Are you still getting a boner, Manato?
Manato: No... No... ah...
Yazawa noticed some transparent fluids on the tip of his throbbing uncut.
Yazawa: Wait, what did you do with Sora earlier?
Manato: No... No... No...
Yazawa took a moment to compose herself, trying to steady her emotions.
Yazawa: Okay, you don't need to tell me what was going on. I know Sora
very well. I guess she used you for her own satisfaction.
Manato found himself unable to offer a response, feeling overwhelmed with embarrassment.
As the weight of his feelings pressed upon him, he felt an undeniable
sense of guilt, as if he had committed some unforgivable sin. The
emotions swirling within him became too much to contain, and his eyes
welled up with tears, betraying the depth of his turmoil.
Yazawa's voice softened, and she reached out to place a reassuring hand on Manato's shoulder.
Yazawa: Don't feel guilty Manato. Just promise me to stay away from Sora in the future, okay?
Yazawa's compassionate words offered solace to Manato's troubled heart.
Manato: Yes. Thank you for your understanding, Yazawa.
Manato's voice trembled slightly as he replied.
Yazawa's tender gesture of wiping the tears from Manato's face and her soft smile brought a sense of comfort and reassurance.
Yazawa: Then, let's sit here for a moment and go to the photo studio.
Yazawa, sensing the need to break the current awkwardness, decided to steer the conversation in a different direction.
Yazawa: Hey, by the way, did you catch our math teacher's explanation on quadratic equations today?
She asked, hoping to shift the focus away from the recent events.
Manato, grateful for the distraction, responded
Manato: Oh, yeah, I was a bit lost during the class. Do you understand it better?
Yazawa: Yeah, I think I got the hang of it. Maybe we can study together next week
They continued to make conversation about school lessons and various
other topics, finding comfort in discussing familiar subjects and
enjoying each other's company.
After a few moments of engaging
in light-hearted conversation with Yazawa, Manato felt a sense of
calmness gradually washing over him.
The weight of his previous anxieties seemed to lift, replaced by a sense of comfort in Yazawa's company.
The awkwardness of earlier moments began to fade away, replaced by a
more relaxed atmosphere and his hairless thing also shrank back to
normal cute size.
Yazawa stood up and gently pulled Manato's hand.
Yazawa: Shall we go to the photo studio?
As they walked across the common hall, Manato couldn't help but notice the curious gazes of the other cosplay club members.
Some of them looked surprised, their eyes widening at the sight of Manato's appearance.
A few individuals he recognized from last-day photo sessions seemed to
smile in recognition, while others exchanged whispers with their
friends, undoubtedly discussing the bunny-clad boy with the visible
hairless fluffy worm.
Manato's heart raced with self-consciousness as he became the center of attention.
Despite feeling exposed and vulnerable, he tried his best to maintain
composure, keeping a slight smile on his face to hide his inner turmoil.
As they entered the photo studio, Hokusai greeted them with a smile from the middle of taking photos.
Yazawa's friends, Teitoku, Yuki, Nanachi, and Ryuujou, also greeted them while striking several poses for the photo shoot.
When they saw Yazawa in her Nezuko Kamado cosplay, they couldn't help but admire how adorable she looked.
The intricate details of the costume brought out the essence of the
character, and Yazawa carried herself with a captivating charm that
made her cosplay truly stand out.
Her friends couldn't resist complimenting her and expressing their admiration for her fantastic portrayal of Nezuko.
Upon seeing Manato once in his bunny costume, almost exposing his naked body, they couldn't contain their amusement.
They giggled amongst themselves, showering him with compliments on how cute he looked.
The bunny outfit seemed to accentuate his youthful charm, making him the center of their affectionate teasing.
Ryuujou: Can we take photos with them, Hokusai?
Hokusai smiled warmly at Ryuujou in response to her request.
Hokusai: Sure, Ryuujou. We're all part of the same club, after all.
Yazawa pulled Manato's hand gently, guiding him to stand beside her and her friends as they prepared to take group photos.
Manato was now a bit more relaxed, and he didn't attempt to cover himself.
As the photo session continued, he started to feel more at ease with his bunny costume and the attention from the group.
Gradually, the initial discomfort began to subside, and he found
himself embracing the moment, no longer feeling the need to hide his 11
years old cute hairless penis.
Nanachi hesitated for a moment before addressing Yazawa
Nanachi: Um... Yazawa?
Yazawa: What is it, Nanachi?
Nanachi: Ah... um...
Yazawa: Just spit it out. What do you want to say?
Nanachi: Um... you said you all took photos with Manato exposing his little red bunny nose, didn't you?
Upon hearing Nanachi's words, Manato's sense of relaxation vanished like a wisp of smoke.
His cheeks flushed once again with embarrassment, and he found himself feeling self-conscious all over again.
Yazawa: Ah... yes, of course we did. Why, Nanachi?
Nanachi: Can... can... we also take photos like you did?
Manato's mind was flooded with a mix of reluctance and embarrassment as he thought, Oh... no... not again.
The idea of taking more photos in revealing his glands made him feel
self-conscious, as he had already been the center of attention earlier.
He hesitated, trying to find a way to politely decline while not wanting to dampen their enthusiasm.
Nanachi turned her face towards Hokusai, her eyes seeking approval.
Nanachi: Can we do that, Hokusai?
Hokusai smiled warmly at Nanachi's enthusiasm.
Hokusai: Of course, you can, as long as Manato is comfortable with the
idea. There are no particular rules in the club preventing such a fun
photoshoot.
Manato: I... I...
As Manato struggled to find the right words for a proper refusal, Yazawa stepped in, interrupting him.
Yazawa: Sure, we can. Can't we, Manato?
Yazawa locked eyes with Manato, her gaze firm and determined.
Caught under her unwavering stare, Manato found himself unable to resist.
Despite his initial hesitation, he couldn't bring himself to refuse her
request, especially when she seemed so determined and accepting of the
idea.
Manato took a deep breath, his gaze lingering for a moment as he weighed his options.
After a brief internal struggle, he finally nodded his head slowly, silently agreeing to Nanachi's proposal.
Nanachi and Yuki's faces lit up with joy as they received Manato's approval.
Their excitement was evident as they jumped with happiness, thrilled to
have the chance to take photos together with Manato's red bunny nose.
Manato couldn't help but notice the sense of pride on Yazawa's face,
knowing that her encouragement played a significant role in this
decision.
Yazawa turned to face Manato, her eyes gentle and reassuring.
Yazawa: Since you're wearing bunny gloves, you might need some help. Let me assist you with it.
Yazawa's hand extended gently towards Manato's hairless uncut penis,
carefully pulling the foreskin back at a slow pace, revealing his red
glands piece by piece.
Manato's heart raced with a mix of
nerves and self-consciousness. How could this be happening on Earth?
His crush was actually pulling back his foreskin, exposing his inner
sensitive tip in front of all her friends.
The entire group watched with excitement, eager to capture the moment through their eyes.
Yuki couldn't contain her excitement and admiration.
Yuki: Oh... it's just too cute!
Yuki's comment made Manato's cheeks flush with embarrassment.
He felt a mix of shyness and self-consciousness, realizing that his
bright red tip was drawing attention and compliments from his friends.
Despite feeling flattered, he couldn't help but feel a bit awkward with all the focus on him.
Yazawa smiled warmly, breaking the momentary silence.
Yazawa: Alright, everyone, let's continue with our photo shoot, shall we?
With Manato as the adorable centerpiece, the group struck several
playful poses, ensuring that his cute smooth body and red nose were
perfectly visible to the camera.
They carefully positioned
themselves to avoid obstructing him, making sure every angle was
captured in the excitement-filled photoshoot.
Hokusai: Great. I think that's enough for today. I believe I've captured plenty of poses.
The girls reluctantly stopped posing, their faces still lit up with joy and excitement.
Although they wanted to extend the joyful moment as long as possible, they knew that the photoshoot had to come to an end.
Yazawa reached out her hands to Manato's cute penis, which was still
exposing the red tip, and gently pulled down the foreskin to cover the
treasure.
She spoke with a proudly beaming smile, her admiration was evident in her words.
Yazawa: That's my bunny boy, Manato. You did great today. I am really proud of you.
Manato's heart swelled with satisfaction and delight upon hearing the words of praise from his crush, Yazawa.
Her encouraging words filled him with a sense of accomplishment and happiness, knowing that he had made her proud.
The warmth in her smile and the admiration in her eyes made him feel
appreciated and valued, making the entire experience even more
memorable and special.
As they all stepped out of the photo
studio, Manato's heart still swelled with satisfaction and delight from
the praise he received from Yazawa.
Her encouraging words continued to echo in his mind, filling him with a sense of accomplishment and happiness.
He felt like he was floating on air, knowing that he had made his crush
proud of him almost forgetting he was completely naked except for bunny
accessories.
Just as the group was about to part ways, Hokusai chimed in, breaking the pleasant reverie.
Hokusai: Don't forget, we have that event tomorrow, girls. I hope all of you have requested your schools for an absence.
All: Yes Hokusai-chan.
Thank you very much for today's photoshoot.