As I swiped my ticket to the anime convention, a strong smell, a mixture of air conditioning, sweat, instant noodle perfume, and unknown chemical substances, probably from various wig sprays, hit me.
The crowds were enormous, and the noise level was enough to lift the roof off. People with brightly colored hair, bizarre cosplay outfits, and photographers with long lenses chasing after them created a surreal scene, as if they had stepped into another dimension.
The weakness I showed on the subway just now seemed like an act.
As soon as Shen Youyi stepped into the bustling scene, her eyes lit up instantly, and the slightly naive yet aloof and cold temperament that belonged to "Qiqi" returned to her.
The lingering spring passion in her eyes and brows, and her lips, excessively moistened from being played with, couldn't be hidden no matter what.
"Brother, look! It's Sister Yelan!" She grabbed my arm, pointed her little finger at a tall female cosplayer wearing a dark blue slit cheongsam, and dragged me over there, her blue and white dress fluttering lightly.
The rest of the time became this girl's show. She bounced around like a freshly baked, curious "little zombie," pulling me to take photos with various cosplayers.
Teyvat characters make up half the cast—the fiery Kurumi with her twin tails, Yura wielding her greatsword, the elegant Jean... Shen Youyi stands to the side, either striking Qiqi's classic pose with her hands slightly outstretched and a bit clumsy, or tilting her head and pretending to be clueless, exuding a strong sense of camera presence.
Her resemblance to her real-life counterpart is indeed high, and coupled with that innocent yet alluring aura (although only I know that the latter was just created through sexual activity), she attracted a lot of people to take photos and chat with her.
"Qiqi is so cute! Can we take a picture together?"
"Miss, your recreation of Qiqi is so accurate! Please share some pictures!"
"Wow! Qiqi is alive!"
She accepted all offers without hesitation, a perfectly shy smile on her face as she sweetly replied, "Okay!"
But the trouble started with asking me to take a photo with him. The character Chongyun is supposed to be a handsome young Taoist priest, and with my face and this outfit, it's quite intimidating.
Several girls who had come together, dressed in JK or Lolita dresses, gathered around, laughing and joking.
"Hey bro, are you Chongyun? You're so handsome! Can we take a picture together?" The short-haired girl leading the group was quite bold and immediately handed her phone to one of her companions.
"Okay." I nodded, not paying much attention.
Just as I got into position, a small, soft, fragrant body wearing a Qiqi talisman headdress squeezed between me and the other girls, and deliberately leaned back, pressing firmly against my chest.
"I want to take a picture too!" Shen Youyi tilted her head up and gave the camera a fake smile that was ten times brighter than when she took the group photo earlier. Her big eyes were curved, and her voice was sickeningly sweet.
The girl holding the phone hesitated for a moment, then said, "Uh... okay..."
After taking the photos, the girls walked away laughing.
Shen Youyi's smile vanished instantly. She pinched my arm hard in the shadows, pouted, and muttered, "Hmph! You're a womanizer! If you flirt with little girls again, I... I'll tell Mommy you'll hit me!"
The threat was soft and weak, sounding more like a coquettish plea.
I ignored her and just pinched her puffed-up cheek: "Did you get jealous?" She wrinkled her nose and snorted, then dragged me by the hand to continue toward the next "target".
Time flew by amidst the noisy, joyful atmosphere. I missed getting an autograph, grabbed a pile of discounted badges and stickers, and my phone's photo album was overflowing. My voice was hoarse from shouting. My stomach started to protest.
At noon, I found an empty seat in the corner rest area, munched on a burger meal I bought from KFC, and looked around at all sorts of people sitting on the ground, touching up their makeup, or fixing props. I felt like I was about to fall apart.
Shen Youyi leaned on my shoulder, taking small bites of fries. She was so tired that she didn't even want to talk. All that was left was the "Seven Seven" talisman waving in front of my eyes.
The afternoon was another day of taking photos. Around 3 PM, the loudspeakers in the venue began broadcasting a closing announcement on a loop. The crowd began to surge, slowly moving towards the exit.
"Brother…" Shen Youyi suddenly tugged at my cloak sleeve, her voice soft and urgent, with an unusual dampness in it.
She stood on tiptoe, her warm breath, smelling like fries, brushing against my ear. "Quick...come with me..."
Before I could react, she grabbed my hand and, like a slippery little fish, darted against the flow of people into a passageway with a sign that read "Ladies".
"Youyou!" I was stunned by her sudden action and was instinctively dragged along. In front of me was a figure in a blue and white dress and her swaying talisman headdress. "Are you fucking crazy? This is the women's restroom!"
"Hurry up!" she cried without turning her head, her voice soft and pleading, tinged with a sob.
The women's restroom still held traces of the previous crowds; several stall doors remained closed, and the sounds of conversation and running water had not yet dissipated.
Shen Youyi had a clear goal in mind, and she pulled me straight to the innermost spot. Luckily, the door was ajar! She yanked it open, practically shoving me inside, and then squeezed in herself.
"Click!" The sound of the door lock locking was particularly clear in the narrow space.
Two people squeezed into the small cubicle in an instant, and the air seemed to thin out.
There seemed to be a mop sink and water pipes nearby, and the smell of disinfectant mixed with her lingering sweet scent, which inexplicably stimulated the senses even more.
Not far away, people were chatting and walking around in front of the sink, their footsteps clearly audible.
My heart was pounding, and a layer of sweat instantly broke out on my back. I growled in a low voice, "Shen Youyi! You're fucking too daring! If someone comes in..." This is a hundred times more exciting than playing in the living room at home!
Her answer to me was a burning kiss, thick with passion.
She stood on tiptoe, her arms wrapped tightly around my neck, the hard brim of her talisman hat digging into my chin. Her wet, slippery tongue eagerly pried open my lips and teeth, entwining and swirling, making soft, wet sounds.
While kissing him, she touched downwards, her little hands haphazardly trying to pull at the complicated ties on Chongyun's lower garment.
"Ugh... Brother... I can't take it anymore... I can't wait... It's itchy... It hurts so much inside..." she gasped, her voice filled with suppressed sobs and an almost desperate longing, "... The vibrator... is off... but my little pussy has been empty all day... it's starving... it wants... it wants your big cock... right now..."
Her hands were incredibly nimble; she untied the knot in no time, pulling down the loose-fitting lounge shorts underneath as well.
My weapon, which hadn't been completely still on the subway, had been aroused by her morning service and was ready to be unleashed. Now, as soon as her little hand eagerly pulled it out, it instantly stood straight and proud in this narrow, precarious space, veins throbbing and glistening with precum.
Shen Youyi's eyes were practically glowing green.
She didn't care about anything else, and let out a muffled, desperate whimper: "Brother... big cock..." Then, without hesitation, she squatted down in front of me!
The hem of her skirt bunched up above her knees, which were covered by over-the-knee stockings, revealing her smooth thighs and the dangerous area deep inside her groin.
Immediately afterwards, she opened her small mouth, and her warm, moist mouth, filled with the scent of saliva, precisely and completely swallowed the huge, purplish-red glans!
"Ah..." I couldn't help but take a deep breath, my scalp tingling, I felt so good that I almost wanted to tear the door apart!
The extremely soft, slippery feeling of being enveloped, coupled with the immense psychological thrill of being discovered in the women's restroom at any moment, is like a double poison!
"Mmm...tsk..." Shen Youyi was completely immersed in her desire.
She squatted there, holding onto the outside of my thighs with both hands for balance, and began to vigorously sway her little head back and forth.
The inside of his mouth was like a living little mouth, greedily sucking on the edge of the umbrella-shaped glans, while the tip of his tongue skillfully and forcefully teased and licked the most sensitive frenulum below the coronal sulcus, making sucking sounds and the sloshing sounds of his lips and tongue.
Each swallow was accompanied by heavy, rapid breathing and comfortable moans escaping from her nose.
His other hand wasn't idle either!
He reached deep into the hem of her own blue and white dress!
I looked down and could see the gap through her shoulder—that slender white hand was moving quickly between her legs, urgently rubbing and squeezing that mysterious area deep inside her thighs!
Her fingers sometimes pressed and kneaded her full labia, and sometimes quickly twisted the tiny clitoris that was already incredibly hard!
The movements were rough and urgent, like someone who hadn't eaten for three days finally finding food.
"Mmm~! Ah~! Brother...so...so comfortable..." Her mouth was still filled with my huge thing, her moans muffled and filled with intense lust. Saliva dripped from the corners of her mouth, mixing with the glistening love fluid that kept flowing from her vagina as she masturbated. Drops of sticky fluid fell onto the cold, stained floor tiles of the toilet, making a "drip, drip" sound in the quiet cubicle. The sweet, fishy smell in the air instantly became so strong that it was impossible to dissolve.
This is so fucking erotic! I held onto the cold bathroom partition, and with my other hand I couldn't help but press the back of her head, and started thrusting my hips in rhythm with her breathing!
"Good girl...suck deeper..." My voice was hoarse, filled with an uncontrollable pleading.
With her head held down by me, Shen Youyi became even more compliant, opening her small mouth wider as she tried to swallow more of the shaft.
Sensing my cooperation, she let out a muffled, purring sound, like a kitten purring contentedly.
"Ugh!" I felt her swallow my entire penis even deeper, the head of my penis suddenly hitting the tight fleshy ring around her throat!
"Ugh!!" Shen Youyi's body stiffened abruptly, her throat reflexively contracting violently from the intense sensation of the foreign object!
The supple, moist throat muscles tightened around the glans like a powerful spring!
Tight, narrow, and with extremely strong suction!
An overwhelming, exhilarating pressure surged like an electric current from my tailbone to my cerebral cortex!
"Hiss—fuck!" I felt so good that my hair stood on end. I gripped the partition tightly and held on for several seconds, letting my glans stay in that extremely tight and warm environment, enjoying the squeezing sensation that made my soul fly away!
"Ugh!... Cough cough! Ugh..." Shen Youyi was struggling to breathe, tears welled up in her eyes, and painful sobs and coughs escaped her throat.
Only then did I reluctantly and slowly pull out. The moment the glans, coated with a strand of sticky saliva, slid out, it made a soft "pop" sound.