Mooom! Emily’s being a nerd! She can’t even get a boyfriend, ‘cause all she ever talks about is anime!” “Mooom! ” Emily began to yell out herself. “Katie’s lying! Beat her little face in!” With an exaggerated sigh, Emily clambered up onto her bed and sprawled out across it. “Still,” Emily chuckled to herself, “Akane’s outfit is just… too much.” A little too BLATANT with how much they sexualized her. No one—and I mean no one—would ever ACTUALLY wear that. • • • Present day Emily quirked a threesome lip at herself in the vertical mirror of her closet door, running fingers through her shaggy tangle of black hair. She was dressed in her Akane Kurokawa cosplay, the kunoichi from the massively popular Shinobi Souls anime. She’d ordered the cosplay as a complete set from an online retailer, simply making minor adjustments to it over time so that it better suited her each Hardcore year. The costume was simple—a red summer kimono called a yukata, that tied at the waist in a wide-belted obi. Unlike more traditional yukata, however, this one sported short sleeves and a scandalously high hemline that fluttered and swayed a bare six inches from her obi—practically a micro-skirt. The front of her yukata hung open in a loose way, as was appropriate for the character, exposing the fishnet body stocking she wore beneath. She frowned, opening her yukata wider to expose her netting-covered breasts. They were way too small—tiny peach-sized bulges, her little pink nipples standing erect through the weave. She’d be wearing her flesh-toned pasties to cover her nips later on so that she didn’t stray from indecent to explicit, but… that wasn’t really the problem. Like most anime characters intended to lay on sex appeal, Akane Kurokawa had enormous double D-cup breasts. No matter how much Emily worked on improving the rest of the outfit… her meager A-cups were as good as it was going to get. On better-endowed cosplayers, the outfit formed a stunning, canyon-like crevasse of cleavage… but asian Emily was just nowhere near buxom enough for that, and never would be. In fact, her small breasts, that mere handful each, did little to help hold the garment in place. There’d even been occasional mishaps last year where the yukata opened up too far and slipped down her one shoulder. Nothing more I can do about that. With a sigh, she mentally reviewed this blowjob year’s changes. The cheap fishnet originally packaged with the Akane Kurokawa cosplay hadn’t fit right at all, so she’d already found a new purpose for it—the old body-stocking still roughly approximated human shape when she completely filled it with the various stuffed animals and anime plush dolls she’d collected over the years. The eerie person-shaped assemblage was sitting on its knees in proper Japanese seiza in the corner of her room like a macabre mannequin. The new body stocking for her Akane cosplay was ordered from a lingerie website, though it’d been designed for purposes… other than costuming and featured a hemmed slit open at the crotch. That was going to be covered by Akane’s trademark white fundoshi-style panties anyways, though, so no one would ever know. Probably. The fundoshi’s basically just a loincloth folded and tucked into itself, and the yukata really doesn’t go down very far… I’ll have to watch that it doesn’t slip so I’m not flashin’ gash at everyone in every direction. Red cloth bracers and leggings covered her forearms and shins, each with loops that held her fake throwing stars and tiny ninja daggers in place. Last year, they’d kept falling out every time she moved quickly or made an exaggerated gesture, so in the time since then, she’d hand-sewn the little props into place so they wouldn’t budge. A fluffy brown wig with an exaggerated ponytail and a pair of red split-toed ninja shoes finished out the ensemble. “Look at you,” Mrs. Rivera said dryly, leaning in amateur through the doorway of her daughter’s bedroom. “Your nipples are showing, Emily, honestly … You aren’t planning on using that awful tape again, are you?” I moved my Hardcore hand back to my side slowly. And Oh honey… His fingers dug deep into my breasts, as like that thin satin wasn’t there. I tried to threesome convince her that he was probably just busy and that she’d be sure to see him at this blowjob event. The whole place was full of expensive yachts. Let me know how that works out when your explanation gets back to the Dean.” Valerie settled into a continuing orgasm as the onslaught of liquids filled her even more. By the third man, his cock was ready. So you don't have to be that embarrassed.” I tried to focus on the surroundings, but the magic dildo working my inside was so very distracting. "No wonder she is so important to Mordaf!" It dawns on me that I don’t hear any showering. "Everyone's here. “Renovate” Corrected Sue. He looked up to him and asked quietly, “Did you finally get your dream with Maci?” He nodded to her as he moved to being under the covers with her. In truth, they didn’t care. Her hands hooked my bodice and amateur tugged down hard. I groaned as I drew back, the velvety friction intense. Lisa wants to get out on the lake and take a boat ride. "Doctor Roger Gance, the foremost authority on robotics, cybernetics, A.I. technology. Up!" I asian didn’t need any encouragement. She wore a collar around her neck with the words: “Mistress's Cunt.”