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"Can you stop complaining!? I don't want to hear it Osomatsu! I told you I didn't want you following me here, I knew that you'd get bored after the first half hour and you couldn't even make it that long, you've been whining for the last hour and a half! On top of that you've completely fucked up my schedule and now I'm way behind! I'm not going to be able to stop at all the artists on my list because of your bullshit!!!"
Standing there, taking a verbal berating and barely paying attention to his younger brother Choromatsu, was Matsuno Osomatsu. He got the gist of what he was yelling about, something about making him late or something? Wiggling the pinky finger up one of his nostrils, he looks around, watching a few people walk by with bags of merch. "C'mon Choromatsu, since when have any of us ever given a rats ass about your nerd shit? You should be grateful I tagged along."
The two were off to the side of a constantly moving river of people making their way around what was the biggest comic convention in the world, Comiket.
"I just said I didn't even want you here, you just started begging when I said there'd be busty cosplayers!" Choromatsu complains through a tightly clenched jaw.
"Yeah, and I've only seen one so far! What gives?" He asks, looking around.
He pauses, looking around, only seeing his fellow otaku. "I dunno actually… I know they have a designated area and all, but we should have at least seen some walking around."
When Osomatsu started looking, he also only saw otaku, but every once in a while, he sees that some of them are covered in lipstick kisses in various colors. "What's up with all the lipstick marks? Oh, do you think there's a girl giving free kisses or something?" He asks, quickly getting excited, his head whipping around to look at his brother.
"You wish." The younger brother rolls his eyes.
"So do you."
Looking down at his map, Choromatsu grips the edges in mild aggravation as his eyes scan the sheet. "We only have a couple more hours, so can you just behave a little longer? I still have six more artists to find."
Osomatsu groans and throws his head back in annoyance. "Ugh, seriously? I wanna go hoooooome."
"Then go home!"
"You have my train fare, dude." The eldest points out.
Choromatsu rolls his eyes, looking around to figure out what direction he needs to go and looks for an opening in the sea of people to insert himself. "Then shut up, stay quiet, and just follow me."
With a click of his tongue, Osomatsu crosses his arms and follows his brother. "Don't tell me what to do, Fappymatsu."
Whipping his head around, his voice raises while staring daggers at him. "How many times have I told you not to call me that?! Especially in public!!"
Osomatsu just snickers as he follows the younger sextuplet into the crowd, almost getting separated multiple times, there's way more nerds here than he thought there'd be. Eventually, the two make it to a large hall with an +18 banner hanging by the doors and now he's getting excited. He knew there'd be smut here, that was one of the main reasons he followed Choromatsu, and he excitedly follows after, but once in the room, it's nothing like he expected. He was sure that this would be where all the busty girls in cosplay would be, but it looks just like the other halls selling doujin; all men just sitting behind booths with their wares, only all the art was lewd and unfortunately censored. The only upside is that this hall wasn't as busy and crowded as the other one they were just in.
As the two are now standing off to the side and out of the way of others, Choromatsu's eyes are on his map again. "Okay, so… there's gonna be… you know… hentai here, so behave yourself."
Osomatsu has his arms up, hands rested behind his head as he looks around, only half paying attention to his brother. "Yeah, yeah, whatev- Oh what's that over there??" He asks, seeing something that catches his eye and starts heading towards it.
"What did I just say?!" Before he can walk off, Choromatsu grabs him by the back of his raglan hoodie and starts dragging him in the direction of the first artists he's going to see.
As he's dragged, Osomatsu crosses his arms and just grumbles, planning as soon as he lets him go he's gonna run. After about a minute or so, he's let go and drops to his ass. "Hey! What gives?!"
When he stands up and looks to his brother, the man is already at the back of a line a couple people deep in front of some artist. He looks back to his older brother and points. "Oh, this is one of the artists, and his line isn't too long, awesome."
"More lines?! Ugh, this blows."
"I said stop complaining. Just, find yourself something to do, but don't cause any fucking trouble." Choromatsu glares at him before turning to face ahead, peering over the shoulders of the people in front of him, hoping they aren't sold out of what goods he's hoping for.
"Yeah, whatever." Osomatsu puts his arms up, hands behind his head again, as he looks around, trying to find something to do at the neighboring booths, though nothing seems to interest him.
"Kokoro-san! Kokoro-san! Oh I was so hoping you were going to be here!!"
Hearing some fanboy nearby, Osomatsu doesn't really pay much attention, having heard dozens otaku freaking out throughout the last couple hours.
"Oh, hi there!"
When he hears the feminine sounding response however, he drops his arms and whips his head around.
Standing there on the other side of the aisle and a few spaces down is a short woman standing behind a booth covered in merch, standing before a very large man. Her hair is a deep pinkish red color with two long strands that frame her face and two little buns on top of her head, she has big brown eyes that sit behind some half frame glasses, a birthmark under her left eye, little buck teeth as she smiles, and as Osomatsu's eyes shift lower, he sees a pretty great rack and cleavage he can see perfectly due to the keyhole top she wears. But… there's something weirdly familiar about her that he can't quite place.
Osomatsu squints his eyes and furrows his brow as he uses all of the power in his single brain cell to figure out why, and then it hits him.
About a week or so ago he had gone to the convenience store on his way home from playing pachinko after actually winning a bit and he intended to treat himself to a porno magazine or something. When he had gotten to the store and waltzed inside, he saw that very girl already standing in the exact place he was headed. He had quickly hid behind another aisle and peered around the corner, watching to see what she was doing. At first he thought she was just looking in the wrong place, but then he watched as she picked up one of those thick hentai magazines and flipped through it without batting an eye. Osomatsu honestly had no idea girls looked at porn, let alone in broad daylight, and in public no less. He then watched as she smiled and turned to head down the aisle in the opposite direction from him, deeper into the store. After standing up straight, from where he stood he could see the cooler door open in front of where he knew the beer was, then proceeds to peer around the corner again and watch as she just goes right up to the cashier. The man behind the counter blushes as he rings her up, but the woman doesn't even react, no shy blushing, no averting gaze, just calm and level headed. Osomatsu stays hidden as he observes her, watching as she nods her thanks to the cashier and heads out of the convenience store, his gaze following her as she just walks out, down the street, and out of view.
When he remembers that's where he remembers her from, he whips his head to his brother to tell him, tugging on his sleeve. "Hey, hey, Choro-"
"Dude, knock it off, can't you see I'm talking?" The man shoves his hand off.
Osomatsu does then realize his brother was in the middle of a conversation with the otaku standing in front of him and just rolls his eyes, completely turning his back on his brother. Now he's really curious about what's going on just across the way.
The large man sets down multiple merch bags onto the ground before he excitedly shakes his fists before the young woman. "Kokoro-san, I just knew you'd be coming! I saw your post on your blog last month saying you weren't sure if you'd be able to fit Comiket Natsukomi into your schedule this year, but I'm just soooooo happy you could make it!"
The woman puts a hand to her mouth and giggles into her fingers before putting her palms together by her face. "Oh, and I'm so happy you made such an effort to stop by! You're…" She separates her hands, bringing one index finger to her pursed lips, tapping a couple times. "You're Yoshi-Kun, right?" Her voice is light, airy, and very sweet sounding.
"Y-Y-Y-Y-Y-You r-r-r-remembered meeee?" The man starts stuttering, extremely flustered.
She giggles again and nods. "Well of course, silly. I always remember my friends."
The man seems absolutely shocked, his face flushing. "F-Friends?! With Kokoro-san??"
With a nod, she gestures to him. "I just think that calling you all my supporters or my fans just feels so… cold, you know? I want all the people who help my dreams come true, to be my friends! Oh, by the way, what's all this Kokoro-san nonsense, that's my penname, what strangers call me. My friends call me Kokoro-chan. Now, what can I help you with, Yoshi-kun?" The woman then leans towards him slightly, scrunching her shoulders forward in a way that pushes her boobs together, the line of cleavage between them growing more prominent.
Bringing his hands to his cheeks, the man swoons, wiggling back and forth. "Ah! Yes of course my dear, Kokoro-chan! Wow I can't believe you remember me after only meeting me one time before, this is the best!" Then, he quickly regains his composure and nods a few times. "Ah, yes, right. I wanted to see what new stuff you have a-and get another copy of your mini pa-paizuri collection."
Hearing the word 'paizuri,' Osomatsu's eyebrows raise. Even though they were in the +18 hall, for some reason he hadn't put two and two together, not realizing she drew porn too.
Smiling brightly, she nods. "Oh, so you're a man of taste I see." She leans forward a bit more and extends an arm, pointing at a few things on her table. "These things here are what I have new since we last saw each other, and…" She trails off then looks back and forth quickly before looking back up to meet his gaze and beckon him closer.
Osomatsu watches the man lean in closer to her as the woman holds up a hand to cover one side of her mouth, whispering, causing the Matsuno to have not a clue what's being said. He then watches her as she holds up her hands, her fingers making several different numbers. After she seems to be done explaining something, she brings her index finger to her pursed lips, kissing the tip of her finger.
The man shoots up straight, hands pressed to his sides as he furiously nods.
She stands up straight and giggles, now speaking at a normal volume. "Oh, also just so you know, on the prints it's unlimited, but on you, it's limit five per customer, and ¥1000 extra for each additional lipstick color."
He does not stop nodding.
"Ah, right, also." She brings up both her hands and crosses her index fingers into an 'X' over her lips. "Kissing you on the lips is off limits."
The nodding doesn't stop, and now his skin is slowly turning more and more red, steam starting to puff out of his ears and nose.
Smile on her lips, she reaches behind her booth and starts getting some items together, and stands up straight once she's done. "Did you want one kiss on each?"
As he vigorously nods, he talks, his voice warbled. "Y-Yes, and t-t-two kisses on the collection, one on the inside of each c-cover. A-A-And I would like t-t-three kisses. H-here, here a-a-and here." Then man brings an arm and points to three different spots on his face.
She nods, then reaches behind her table again and takes out some over the top opulent and gilded box. Opening it, the inside is lined with velvet, and sitting there are multiple different tubes of lipstick all in different colors. "Did you say you wanted-"
"Y-Yes!" He cuts her off before she can even finish. "B-Black, pink, and red alternating on the prints, p-p-p-please!"
"Oh of course, Yoshi-kun. Man, you're really giving me a workout, huh? I'm probably gonna need to go on a lipstick run after this." She says with a sweet giggle as she puts down the box. Then, she picks up an calculator and starts quickly pressing buttons, and with sparkling eyes, holds up the device to the man. "So this is your total today, and I'm so sorry but I'm going to need payment upfront, Yoshi-kun. I've had so many meanies try to get a kiss and run off without paying today." She says, pouting her lips.
The man finally stops nodding his head. "Oh, I would never do that to you, Kokoro-chan!" He reassures her as he starts digging in his pockets to pull out his wallet. He then pulls out one of the thickest wads of cash Osomatsu has ever seen and just graciously hands it over to her.
She takes it and sets it behind her booth before picking up one of the tubes of lipstick and uncaps it, swiping the pigment onto her lips, then proceeds to kiss one print, then another, and another. She proceeds to reapply the lipstick in different colors and kiss multiple items before setting them in a clear bag on the table for him. Then, they trot around their booth and approach the man, who has started sweating, and smiles up to him sweetly. "So, what color did you want your kisses, Yoshi-kun?"
"A-A-All red! P-Please!"
Grabbing her compact mirror and the red tube, she twists it and swipes the lipstick on her lips, rubbing them together and puckering a bit before looking back up to him. She cutely beckons him with a curl of her finger and when he finally bends down, she places a kiss on each of his cheeks and on his forehead.
When she does this, it dawns on Osomatsu that this is the source of all those lipstick marks he'd been seeing all day.
As the man swoons, the woman goes back around her table and bows a bit to him. "Oh, thank you so much for stopping by, Yoshi-kun. I hope to see you again at Comiket Fuyukomi in December."
"Oh! You bet, Kokoro-chan! T-Thank you so much!!" He nods and continuously bows as he grabs the bag of his items as well as all his bags he had placed on the floor earlier. "Bye bye now!" He waves and turns and proceeds to skip off happily, flowers blooming around him as he does, the people around him giving him a wide birth.
When Osomatsu looks back to the woman, he sees that she's waving cutely after him, and then once he's completely out of sight, she grabs a tissue from behind her booth and roughly wipes at her mouth. After tossing the lipstick covered tissue over her shoulder, she picks up the thick stack of cash and flips through it with a thumb before smacking it against her open palm, a large smirk stretching across her lips, her glasses glinting. She continues to smack the wad while she turns to a few guys who were at booths beside hers and snickers maliciously. When she speaks, her voice is at least an octave lower than it was when she was talking to that customer. "Ooooooh man, don't you dudes wish you drew smut and had tits?" She then shoves the wad of cash in they keyhole between her breasts before grabbing each with her hands and squeezing them while pushing them together.
After she starts doing that, Osomatsu fully stops listening and stares, his jaw dropping. He then thinks to himself, 'Hooooooly shit, this hot ass babe draws porn and scams people? Damn, sign me the fuck up. Awoooooooga!'
"Wow, I didn't actually expect you to behave yourself, good job." Choromatsu says, impressed, as he steps beside Osomatsu.
When Osomatsu looks to him, he sees that his younger brother isn't even looking at him, but down at his map again.
"Now, let's see… Oh! The next booth is right across the aisle." He looks up from the map and starts walking right up to the booth Osomatsu had just been staring at.
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Finally letting go of her chest, she takes the stack of cash out from between her boobs and flips through it again. The person who'd just pulled off another successful sale was Akawa Otome: a 30-year-old, non-binary, semi-popular hentai mangaka. She made her living by selling at the bi-annual Comiket, publishing her works in monthly hentai magazines, and posting private works to a premium online monetization platform for artists with different paid tiers, which she just considers her blog.
One of the men she was flaunting her cash at looks up from his tablet he had been drawing on. "C'mon, Kokoro-chan, you don't need to rub it in every time you make a huge sale."
"Sorry, sorry, I've just never done this well near the end of the con. It's usually super slow for me right up until the last 20 minutes." She apologizes as she crouches down and grabs her money box, and when she opens it, some of the money spurts out. She tries to stuff all of the money back in, plus what sale she just made, and it's so difficult to close the box that she has to sit on it like an over packed suitcase in order to clamp it shut.
While she does that, the other man, who was seated at the booth behind Otome's table neighbor, closes the cap of the water bottle he had just sipped from. Looking down at his legs and the shorts he wears, he mutters, "I'm thinking I need to start cross-dressing now."
The other man's face morphs to disgust. "Dude, no one want's to see your hairy ass legs."
As Otome stands up, she laughs along with the other two, the trio imagining it in a combined thought cloud above them.
One of the men, wiping a tear from his eye, points over in Otome's direction and nods his head. "Heads up, looks like you got another sale."
Turning around on her heel, Otome is met with two young men, the one in front looking particularly nervous. Immediately, she puts on face of cute curiosity and pitches her voice up. "Oh, hi there, how may I help you?"
The man visibly swallows, beads of sweat rolling down his face. "Y-Y-Y-You're K-Kokoro-san? I-I had no i-idea you were…" As his words trail off his gaze very clearly pulls from hers and makes it's way down her body.
"Girl adjacent?" She asks with a smile, pointing to a pin on her convention vendor lanyard that reads 'she/they.'
He frantically shakes his head. "N-N-No idea."
Due to the other man with this one not making himself known, Otome puts her blinders on and solely pays attention to the man adorning green in front of her. She smiles even sweeter, putting a hand to her cheek. "Well, it's a pleasure to meet you… Sorry, I didn't catch your name?"
"M-Me? I-I'm Matsuno Cho-Choromatsu." He stammers as he points to himself.
With a giggle, Otome holds out the hand that isn't cupping her cheek. "Well, it's an absolute pleasure to meet you, Choromatsu-kun."
She watches as the man lifts a hand but quickly wipes it on the front of his shirt before reaching it out, taking her hand into a weak, trembling grasp. She then releases her cheek and cups his hand as the man trembles and shakes it gently. Otome tilts her head to the side with a sweet smile as she squeezes his hand slightly before letting go. "So, what can I help you with today?"
"W-Well, uhhh…" His irises have been replaced with slowly swirling spirals and he looks down at her table.
"Oh take your time, it's okay. I know I kind of have a lot going on over here." She says, looking down at her table. Covering it is: multiple different prints for sale, a few of her hentai doujin that had been published in monthly magazines that she colorized, some one of a kind pieces from her sketchbook, and even an acrylic charm of her little mascot character. She looks to the man who is intently looking at her table, and while he's not looking, she crosses her arms, adjusting them so they're pushing up her breasts.
The man continues looking down as he shakily looks at her wares, beads of sweat drop down onto the laminated example prints. He spends a few moments looking and finally points. "T-This one- no wait, maybe…"
As he ruminates, Otome watches him, drool dripping down the side of her mouth as yen signs fill her eyes that disappear quickly when he finally looks up. She smiles sweetly and tilts her head.
"C-Can I have t-t-these two prints a-and this here? P-Please?" He stammers.
Watching him make his choices: prints of a cat girl and a maid, and one of their colorized doujins that was about an idol who sleeps with one of her fans. She looks to him and claps her hands together happily. "Oh, of course Choromatsu-kun." She crouches down and grabs the items and one of the plastic bags to put them in but stops and acts as if she just remembered something. She puts a hand to her mouth and gasps. "Oh! I almost forgot to mention." She quickly looks around to see if any staff members are around and when she knows the coast is clear, she leans in and beckons him in closer to her.
"H-Huh?" He leans in, visibly confused.
She lowers her voice to a whisper. "I have a special that I can't really broadcast or I'll get in trouble. For an extra ¥500 I'll autograph anything for you, for an extra ¥5000 I'll autograph anything with a lipstick kiss, and for an extra ¥10000 I'll kiss you."
Much like their previous customer… As well as every other male customer they've had today, he pauses before he immediately goes red, stands up straight like a pin, and starts trembling. "R-R-Really?"
Otome stands up straight herself while nodding happily and she holds up an open palm. "Limit five kisses per customer, no lips, and an extra ¥1000 if you'd like to unlock other lipstick colors."
After a few minutes, Otome was pulling away from Choromatsu's face for a third time, three bright red lipstick kisses on one cheek. As she pulls away, the man falls to the ground, a twitching, trembling, crying husk with a mysterious wet spot in his crotch. Looking up from him, she sees an identical face to the one she just kissed, completely forgetting that Choromatsu wasn't alone. Was this his… twin brother or something? Whatever.
She cutely perks up and smiles, pressing her palms together by her face. "Oh, I'm so sorry I didn't see you there. How can I-"
"Oh, I know it's a shtick, I saw you bragging to your neighbors after getting a shit ton of cash from that big guy before." He says with a big smile, pointing over his shoulder with a thumb. "Nice scam you got goin' here."
Otome pauses, blinking. Shit, she'd never been caught like this before, granted this was the first time she'd done this kiss thing and it'd been a day so far. She brings one arm up behind her head and scratches at it, then holds the other hand in front of her with a little peace sign, she also winks and sticks out her tongue cutely. "You got me!" After this, her entire demeanor changes: her posture relaxes while putting a hand on one hip, her sweet smile is replaces with more of a small smirk, and when she opens her mouth to speak it's her normal voice, about an octave lower and really relaxed. "It helps when you know how to work the system."
The man before her laughs, finding this very amusing, as he steps over his assumed brother to get closer to her. "Oh, hey, were you in Akatsuka ward the other day? I think I saw you buying some porn at a convenience store!"
"Hm?" She thinks while changing her posture, now crossing her arms normally over her chest as she thinks, then perks up when she remembers. "Ohhh, yeah, that was probably me. There's this magazine my art was in this month and I spilled beer all over my copy so I needed to pick up one to replace it."
He leans forward a bit, bringing an index finger up to rub under his nose. "Ohhhhh, yeah? You live around there? We should get a drink sometime."
Otome lets out a small laugh, replying completely unseriously. "Yeah, sure, maybe if we cross paths in the wild somewhere."
"Sweeeeeet!" He smiles, then bends down and grabs the back of his brother's raglan hoodie. "Well, I think this pervert spent the rest of his allowance here, so it looks like we'll be heading out now, see ya!" He starts walking away, dragging his brother, and waves over his shoulder.
'Allowance? How old are these guys? They look like late 20s…' She muses in her head while uncrossing her arms. She puts a hand on a hip and waves lazily with the other.
Then, the man stops only a few paces away and looks back at her. His eyes scan down to her table top, then lift to look at her. A wide, cheeky smile spreads on his lips. "Nice tits by the way."
Eyebrows raising, another small smirk reaches her lips as she brings her hands to her chest and pushes her breasts together a bit. "Me or the art?"
"Hah! Why not both?" He asks with a laugh before turning around and actually leaving.
Otome watches as he walks off, letting go of her chest and puts both hands on her hips. "Huh, weird guy."