[Netorare, Ugly Dom]

Kitagawa Marin was in love with Cosplay. Okay, that was an understatement. She was in love with a lot of different things. But Cosplay was definitely one of the things that she loved. She loved the idea of being able to turn into her favorite characters, especially when they were so beautiful. Not that she was able to cosplay as every kind of character, but hey, it was part of the experience.

And thanks to a lucky encounter, she had gotten to meet Wakana Gojo. A young man that had all the skills that she needed to achieve the kind of cosplay that she wanted. The kind of skills that would let her look as pretty as she could, but also as accurate as she wanted. Because there was no way in hell that she was able to achieve that kind of detail, she just didn't have the eye for it. But he did, and he also had the eye for a lot of other things, even if he was awkward and silly and kinda socially stunted.

But that was why she had come to love him. And why she loved to have him around whenever they were at conventions. It was the kind of experience that struck right at her heart. Ah, being out and about with the boy that she loved... It was so wonderful. To have people take pictures of her, while knowing that Gojo was enjoying it so much...

Ehehe. She had scored it big. She had the best life that a girl like her could possibly wish for. She had a boyfriend (even if she hadn't proposed to him yet and even though he would never try to ask her about it), and she was enjoying life through the kind of interests and hobbies that she had. There was absolutely no way that she was going to have her life ruined. No way, no way at all!

"Kitagawa-san?" As Marin started to drift off and enjoy the mental image of her future life where she was happy and cozy and all sorts of lovey dovey with Gojo, the young man started to speak up. Because there was something that he had noticed. "I have a question, do you think you could answer..?"

"Mmm? What's the matter, Gojo-kun?" Marin chimed, as she blinked for a few moments and finally realized something. "Wait, where the heck is everyone? Wasn't there a line leading towards me just a few moments ago, or did I space out and lose an hour because I hadn't slept right yesterday?" Marin asked, genuinely perplexed about this development. How in the world was she supposed to know!?

Gojo slowly pointed towards the crowd that had started to pool out of the main convention center, where Marin had taken advantage of the lighting so everyone got the right kind of pictures for their respective social media accounts, because it seemed like there was an even greater star standing right outside.

"Does this ever happen? Last time we were out here, it didn't seem like there was a star that stole all the attention. Sure, there were cosplayers that didn't get as many people coming by to take their pictures, but this is..." Gojo said, right before the cosplaying girl ran past her with the kind of intensity that would've kicked up a tornado if she was part of an anime. "O-Oh, wait for me, Kitagawa-san!"

Marin had to find out what was up with this. She was sure that there weren't any kind of idols around. Those were the only types of girls that could draw this kind of crowd. Even Juju-sama wasn't this popular. But who could it be, then? Maybe a singer? Nah, maybe like, somebody who wrote a massively popular show? Hold on, were those kinds of people even at conventions? No, no no, she had to just try and find out what was up!

"That's it, boys! You know you love it! I've still got it, haha!"

The loud and boisterous voice sounded way too old to belong to a cosplayer. And yet Marin could definitely tell that the woman that she just laid her eyes upon was one. Not that she exactly managed to wear her costume very well, but she could recognize it. It was the villain from one of her magical girl favs, at least the spinoff of the spinoff that had that hentai that she honestly didn't know how to feel about. That fat slob that turned the magical girl into her loving and adoring slutty slave, she wasn't really sure who it was for now that she thought about it. But she had definitely watched it, and she had to admit that it was a rather good cosplay all things considered.

Not that it was much of a costume. It basically amounted to a bikini with massive skulls sticking to the pussy and both nipples, as well as a big skull that covered up most of the villain's face. The skull was something that she wore to try and hide away her ugly self, at least according to the lore of the hentai. But at the end, as it turned out that the slob was a big softie, the skull came off and she was actually beautiful. Just ugly by the standards of her home region. Right, that was the moral of the story, but all the doujins that were made after that hentai came out ignored that last bit and just leaned into the ntr angle...

Which, now that she thought about it, seemed to be happening in real time? Like, a lot of the men that had been snapping shots of younger cosplayers like her and the other girls that she knew, including Juju-sama that one time she came by, were now snapping shots of this big smelly old lady that looked like she needed to get on a treadmill and just start running until the sweat wore away at her weight. But even then, she wasn't sure if that was going to ultimately help her. She was way too big...

"Keep 'em coming, boys! You're not going to see anybody as hot as me for a long time! Hah!" The ugly slob that was enjoying the limelight lifted her arms into the air, allowing all the hot studs to snap as many pictures of her ugly pits, and especially the dimpled face that was barely covered by the skull she wore. Not only that, but the size of her skulls meant that you could see the areola peeking out over the side and her pussy was already drooling straight into the skull below. "C'mon, c'mon c'mon! More, boys, you know you love it!"

Marin was having a lot of trouble properly processing what she was seeing. She thought most older people were like Gojo's grandpa. Gentle, maybe the type to be adverse to the kind of sensuality that was popular nowadays. Not, like, brazen sluts that were going to sell themselves in bright daylight. "Hey, Gojo-kun? You think we should try and find a better spot to get some nice-"

As soon as Marin turned towards her boyfriend, she found that he was gone. Or rather, the moment she had turned towards him, he got yanked away by the big slob who pushed him against her armpit and forced him to huff up as much of her filthy and aged scent as he possibly could, the poor young man already turning red and then purple because he couldn't possibly breathe like this..!

"Gojo-kun!" Marin cried out as she tried to force her way through the crowd. But a lot of the men were just blocking her way. "Hey! Get out of the way! That's my Gojo-kun!" She cried out, trying her best to force her way past because there was no way that she was going to let him kill him. Or whatever she was doing, she didn't like it no matter what the particulars were!

"Scram, slut!" "You're not getting through to Crux-sama, uggo!" "Uglies should just die!" "Piss off already, he's having the time of his life!"

Suddenly, all of the men that had been so accommodating and nice when they tried to take pictures of her had turned so... Caustic and mean. She had never experienced something like this before. They were... Oh goodness, they were way too mean. And it was like they had just... gotten a switch flipped in the back of their minds. Hopefully that didn't happen to Gojo, then her heart would really break.

As Marin just tried to peek past them, even trying to get on top of another girl's shoulders because that was the only way that she could possibly get a good look at Gojo, she suddenly went all sorts of pale. Why wouldn't she go pale when she saw something that dramatic and shocking? She was supposed to be able to keep herself sane and stable, and yet...

There her dear Gojo was. Kissing that fat and ugly slob. It was like... Oh god, it was like she was part of a ntr doujin! Or was that netori? She wasn't really sure about the specifics, she didn't care to read those kinds of stories. Either way, the blush on his face made it clear that he was actually enjoying it. How in the world..?

"Heh. I like you, boy. You've got a real pretty mouth, and you're a great kisser." 'Crux', the villain that the slob was currently cosplaying as, laughed as she put her hands on Gojo's hips. "What's yer name? I've been wanting a cute bf, so I want you to come home and give me all your lovin'."

"Wakana Gojo..." Gojo said, his face completely covered in armpit sweat and in kiss marks and spit and all sorts of different slobby things. All while he tried his best to not pass out right then and there. All while he completely ignored that he had been supposed to be close to Marin. "Y-You're really pretty too, and-"

That was more than enough for Crux to squeeze the boy as tightly as she possibly could. "Alright, sluts and slobs! Get out of the way, I've found my man!" She cried out, and the crowd dispersed. Though not before it knocked Marin right down onto her knees, where she looked like she was even more pathetic than she ever could've been once the men started to insult her and imply that she was way worse than she really was.

While Gojo didn't notice Marin on the ground, Crux certainly did. And she couldn't help but grin and spit down towards her. "Tough shit, tiny tits. Your man's mine now. Maybe you should think about putting on the pounds, and then you might be able to steal him back." She grinned, before practically disappearing. At least, that's what it felt like to Marin, as she certainly didn't try to notice what was going on...

Marin... Marin didn't know what to think. But she did know one thing. She was currently wet beyond belief. Okay, that was... That was something she couldn't have expected. Nor could she have expected that her hand would be vibrating and trembling this much...

Okay, maybe it was fine that she stuffed her hand into her panties and just started to masturbate. Honestly, at this point she didn't have anything to lose. Besides, she really needed to just get this out of her system, and...

Oh, god, is that how it felt to cum to the sight of her boyfriend being stolen? If that was the case, she... God, should she have done this earlier..?

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A day had passed since she lost Gojo. And Marin was... Okay, she was not in the best mood. She definitely wasn't in the mood for that to happen all over again. And yet she was still at the convention. Because she had paid for the two day trip, and even though Gojo didn't return to their shared apartment, at least she was going to go out as Shizuka-tan and try her best to enjoy the day. Besides, it wasn't like she was ugly.

At least... That's what she had thought. But it seemed as if nobody really wanted to take a picture with her. It was like everyone was outright trying to ignore her. Like she wasn't hot anymore. Like they all thought that she didn't fit Shizuka-tan's character. How was that possible? She was definitely Shizuka-tan!

"Ugly." "Find a flatter character to play, flat-chest." "You couldn't possibly be Shizuka-tan, you fake." "Uggo." "Bitch."

All of those insults just kept on spinning around her head, and she couldn't really endure any of it. All she could do was just... God, she couldn't even stand up while all of those insults were swirling around in her head. All she could do was collapse onto the side of one of those small walls and then sit down and try her best to endure the sunlight shining down.

What had gone wrong? Why did Crux-sama cause everyone to treat her this way? Wait, why was she calling her Crux-sama? She had stolen Gojo away, there was no reason for her to see her as a superior! She was a rival, she was an enemy, and she was... She was... Okay, so she was hot in her own way. She really embodied that kind of character archetype. The fat ugly bastard that stole the boyfriends away. Well, girlfriends normally. But this still applied!

Marin took a deep breath. Okay. Okay. She could do this. She could definitely, totally do this. She didn't want to think too much about losing Gojo. He was still just a guy. A guy that she loved a lot and wanted to be lovey dovey with, but there were more fish in the sea. So she just had to take a chance later, and then try to move on and accept that everything wasn't going to be sunshine and rainbows every day of the year. That's fine, that's just how things were going to be.

But Crux-sama wasn't going to let her get off that easily. Not when she suddenly received a text. From Gojo. The ringtone was his, she knew that it had to be him. But she also knew that Gojo wouldn't call her if he had suddenly fallen in love with somebody else, so it had to be her. And yet despite her better judgment, she still checked her messages...

"That's it, hubby! That's perfect! Keep thrusting, you're doing great stud!"

And she was greeted by the sight of something she really didn't want to see. She didn't even want to think of it being a thing. And yet here she was. She could see Gojo and Crux-sama going at it. Not just that, but Crux was still in her cosplay. That crude yet simple cosplay that made her look like a villain. And considering what she had done to the different convention goers and the fact that she had just stolen away Marin's boyfriend, she definitely seemed to be one.

But Gojo didn't care. He was hilting straight into her pussy. She was slamming and smashing into him, because she had control over it. But he definitely tried to keep pace. Because he loved the sensation. That was what all the cries that went through the air inside of the video meant. He was... God, he was way too into it. It almost made her extremely jealous. No, scratch that, she was beyond extremely jealous. She wanted to be in her place... And in his place. God, why was she thinking she wanted to fuck Crux-sama? She was... she was...!

"Eyes up, flat slut."

Marin gasped and whined and moaned as she suddenly heard Crux-sama's coarse and rough voice echoing through her ears. W-Why was she back here? Why did she bother trying to seek her out? Didn't she think that she was a lowlife that didn't need to look at her? Ah, she was blushing just by being called out by Crux-sama. Did she look awful? Of course she did, she knew she looked awful...

But as soon as she managed to compose herself ever slightly, she looked straight ahead at the oversized slob that had claimed her boyfriend as her own. And she couldn't help but whimper as she noticed that she had gotten her very own Black Lobelia costume. One that was perfectly sewn to fit her. Sure, Black Lobelia was never supposed to be that fat or that gross, but Crux-sama pulled it off. All thanks to Gojo's hard work. Even after he had left her side, she couldn't help but admire his craftsmanship...

"Oi. You're staring. When did I tell you that a slut like you could stare?" Crux said as she grabbed ahold of Marin's cheeks. "I don't need you to stare. I need you to give me every penny you've got. My boyfriend didn't have enough cash on him to pay for all of this, but he told me that you had plenty. So you better give me everything you ha-"

Crux didn't need to finish talking before Marin quickly produced her purse. All of them. Especially the wallets that she had been hiding within, and the extra cash that she had been saving for a camera... Everything that Crux might need or want. "Of course, Crux-sama! Insult me more, make me realize that I belong in the dirt! Ahhh, you look fantastic as Black Lobelia, I'm so sorry for trying to act like I could dress like the same character because you're the only one who should be dressed like her!"

Marin was... Well, if Gojo had become a boyfriend, then she had become a simp. It didn't matter that she had her boyfriend stolen from her. Because it was Crux-sama that stole him. And that made it morally right. It was expected for her to do so. Because it was just something that proper women did.

Crux grinned. And she spat on Marin. "Stupid slut. Start making money for me, whore yourself out if you have to. Just make sure that my boyfriend and I don't need to pay another penny in our lives. Got it?" She said, not even waiting for an answer before she laughed and walked away. She wasn't going to bother thinking about that slut for more than a few seconds, after turning into another paypiggy...

Ahhh... Being Crux-sama's paypiggy... What a wonderful role she had landed. She was going to make her so happy, once she got her all the cash she could ever want...