If they're rested, we'll go stroll around together."
"Can we go strolling together too?"
"Together with Club President..."
"Understood!"
Elio, Elusi, and Ayla had thought their serving time was already over. Not expecting that they could continue keeping him company, they hurriedly came out of the pond. They didn't even care to ruthlessly kiss Hachiman to express their joy, directly jogging over to the pavilion to wake up Himemiya Elisa, Satsuki Botan, and Kujou Sakurako.
"Elisa, wake up!"
"Botan, stop pretending to be asleep!"
"Sakura, if you keep pretending to sleep, Club President won't play forced games with you anymore!"
"...We are rested, no need to keep calling."
Himemiya Elisa, Satsuki Botan, and Kujou Sakurako, who had been lying in the pavilion all along, sat up, but the three of them could incomparably clearly see the shame and bashfulness on each other's faces.
Actually, they had recovered a long time ago. Due to time constraints, they indeed hadn't become magical girls, and their constitutions weren't robust enough.
But the pond water was all spring water flowing out from the eye of the Moon Spring; it could rapidly replenish physical stamina and restore mental energy. How could they possibly not recover after several hours.
It was just that besides the mermaid songstresses, only the three of them had truly served Producer; the small idols who came later hadn't undergone photo shoots of their scale.
But now, hearing the mermaid songstresses' warm invitations, the three of them could only "wake up".
They had pretty much done everything that should be done; they couldn't possibly really only serve him once.
Himemiya Elisa and Satsuki Botan were both of constitutions that easily produced breast milk, and they could only entreat Producer to help them relieve the pressure. Although Kujou Sakurako didn't have this kind of special constitution, her little hobby could also only be satisfied by Producer.
They all had to figure out a way to cultivate some affection with Producer and accumulate a bit more experience, so that it would be easier for them to lead the juniors to serve Producer together in the future.
Breast milk Play? Forced Play? Pillow business Play?
The half-yielding, half-refusing Himemiya Elisa, Satsuki Botan, and Kujou Sakurako exchanged glances with the eager-eyed Elio, Elusi, and Ayla for a moment, and all laughed out in mutual understanding.
Today was not the main point; the main point was still the future.
If they found an opportunity later to have Club President (Lord Producer) come to the idol agency more to assist the small idols who wanted to advance, wouldn't that be a triple win? The mermaid songstresses resolved the danger of turning male during their transition period, Himemiya Elisa and Satsuki Botan resolved the issue of their own breast milk constitutions, Kujou Sakurako's personal hobby was also satisfied, and in passing they could also let the small idols complete the pillow business achievement.
At this moment, Elio and the other two mermaid songstresses all selectively ignored the fact that they had long since passed their mermaid transition periods.
There were more and more magical girls and demi-humans in the Service Club. Everyone's magic power density was extremely high; it fundamentally wasn't like before where they were in a magicless environment all day.
...
The several hot spring inns merged into the Service Inn were of a traditional style, and their floor areas were mostly not very large. Compared to those famous large hot spring inns that covered thousands or tens of thousands of square meters, they were more like family-run hot spring bed-and-breakfasts.
However, the Service Club members hadn't reached the point where several hot spring inns couldn't accommodate them either.
At this time, lights lit up everywhere in the Service Inn. The various themed decorations arranged in each area were exceptionally eye-catching under the illumination, and there were even quite a few stalls set up along the way.
NieR: Automata, Atelier, The King of Fighters, Final Fantasy, Dead or Alive, Re:Zero...
Behind every themed stall, there were cosplayers of the corresponding theme selling related merchandise, such as cosplay clothes and doujinshi.
Of course, money wasn't needed inside the Service Club, so for every set of cosplay clothes or doujinshi bought, one would incidentally receive a box of disposable gloves.
Shiba Miyuki, Elio, and the others strolled over together with Hachiman. They had already seen many girls hugging doujinshi and changed into cosplay clothes glaring like a tiger watching its prey at Hachiman, and many people even asked to collect photos with Hachiman right in front of them.
In normal anime conventions, visitors sought out cosplayers to take photos, or cosplayers took photos with each other. But in the hot spring anime convention where the number of cosplayers held an absolute advantage, naturally they sought out Hachiman to collect photos.
Of course, as for the Play segment at night, it actually wasn't like the daytime cosplay segment with strict dress codes.
However, if one was completely out of tune with everyone else and their identity could be seen at a glance, it was highly likely to trigger a forced make love event.
To the senior club members who couldn't go a day without sex, they definitely couldn't let it go unmanaged; one had to cosplay to be able to enter.
As for the newcomers... newcomers always had preferential treatment. If they wanted to cosplay, they cosplayed; if they didn't want to, they didn't.
Things like the magical girl awakening ceremony or the demi-human bloodline awakening magicules, as long as one was willing to strive for it, even if their competitiveness was weak, their turn would eventually come.
"Why is there even a mecha?"
"No, it's SAM from Honkai: Star Rail."
"Is the cosplayed character inside the SAM mecha Firefly? Or is she wearing nothing at all?"
Surrounded in the middle by Shiba Miyuki, Himemiya Elisa, and the others, Hachiman suddenly saw a relatively special existence among the many beautiful girl cosplayers, a tall-looking mechanical armor, its entire body primarily white supplemented by gold, its head a fully enclosed visor, with two protruding pauldrons on its shoulders and a blue cape projected on both sides of the shoulders.
Seeing this cosplayer, Hachiman wanted to proactively collect a photo for the first time.
"Can you take a photo with me? Firefly, or rather, SAM?"
"H-Hello... that's fine..."
"Miyuki, take the photo for me, okay."
Taking the initiative to walk in front of the other party, Hachiman noticed that the SAM mecha, which was significantly taller than him, seemed a bit nervous. Its voice was crisp and clear, like a little bird chirping. Feeling somewhat puzzled, he handed the portrait camera to Shiba Miyuki.
It wasn't a voice changer, nor was it a voice he was familiar with. A newcomer?
According to the club's default cosplay laws, a new member with an appearance or personality similar to Firefly...
"Okay, Elder Brother."
"Click!"
"Click!"
Looking at the SAM mecha standing beside Hachiman, Shiba Miyuki smilingly took the portrait camera, and then... adjusted it to burst shooting mode.
"I will set... Haa? Wait!?"
"No! Aaaaaah!!!!"
Before Hachiman could even figure out exactly who was cosplaying inside the SAM mecha, he found that the SAM mecha beside him lost its footing, the flamethrowers beneath its feet abruptly spewed out flames, and it flew straight away.
This SAM mecha could actually genuinely fly.
However, its combat power shouldn't be considered strong; after all, it was a cosplay prop.
"...Miyuki?"
Hachiman tilted his head back, watching the SAM mecha fly away in a panic without choosing its path. It took a few seconds before it reacted and directly teleported back to the Service Club, disappearing into the air. He turned his head to look at Shiba Miyuki, whose face was full of smiles.
"Elder Brother, tonight she will definitely come looking for you. When that time comes, you'll know her true face."
Shiba Miyuki smilingly returned the portrait camera in her hands to Hachiman and gave a light kiss on Hachiman's face.
Having been taken so many cosplay photos by her at once, this Firefly cosplayer definitely wouldn't be able to suppress the massive "goodwill" accumulated within her body. Tonight, she would absolutely come to sneak attack Elder Brother.