My dream came true after attending countless photo shoots with a hugely popular cosplayer. I first saw her at the end of summer, surrounded by a sea of cosplayers and the photographers swarming around them. Among them stood a girl who perfectly embodied Hatsune Miku, as if she'd stepped right out of a 2D world. I was one of her fans, desperately aiming my camera at her like all the other men. Then she turned directly toward me and gave me a gentle smile. In that moment, I felt like she was smiling just for me. But that was probably just wishful thinking—something that happens all the time. I took a breath, calmed myself down. There was nothing wrong with what I was doing—I just wanted to capture her cosplay. I wasn't greedy enough to want her all to myself. Repeating that in my head, I suddenly realized I was talking to her. With a soft, warm smile, she agreed to a private photoshoot. We met several more times under the guise of photography sessions. I paid her, of course, but for me, the real reward was simply capturing her image. Even her everyday clothes resembled cosplay. I was overwhelmed with happiness. But with each meeting, my desires grew stronger. I wanted to touch her skin, to feel its whiteness. On our third date, I was finally allowed to shoot her in a school swimsuit. When she appeared, changed and ready, she was perfect. As the shoot began, I could no longer hold back. I reached out to touch her ass and breasts, the parts I'd always wanted to feel, shouting, "I'll pay you five times the usual rate!" She hesitated, turning away shyly, whispering, "It's embarrassing..." But the soft moan that escaped her lips—"Nngh..."—and the growing wet spot on her swimsuit were all the approval I needed. Her delicate skin, the way her body twitched and responded—I might as well have slipped into a 2D fantasy world.