K-chan, a serious and kind girl with a sweet, idol-like charm, came to the cosplay café for an interview. She has an adorable appearance and previously worked at a regular café, but is deeply passionate about cosplay and strongly desires to work at our shop. She’s part of her school’s illustration club and seems to have plenty of free time, expressing a proactive attitude toward taking on substantial shifts. Though slightly hesitant about revealing costumes, she still showed determination to give it her best.
As the manager of a certain cosplay café, I work under a parent company that’s notoriously exploitative—honestly, I’ve been wanting to quit. But my one pleasure is interacting with young girls. Since the café is a female-dominated environment, I have to be careful about asserting myself as an older man. However, during private interviews held in the office, it’s just me and the girl, so hidden cameras go completely unnoticed.
I inform applicants beforehand that interviews are recorded, but they don’t seem to take it seriously, allowing me to film freely. K-chan is especially endearing—genuine, gentle, and sweet-natured. During the interview, I used a hidden camera beneath the desk to capture upskirt shots. Positioned low and lit softly, the high-sensitivity camera clearly captured her bare thighs and pure white panties, revealing everything. Her smooth, pale thighs and the innocent white underwear drove me wild with excitement.
Next, I had her change into one of our cosplay uniforms—the café’s official outfits, though I personally select more revealing designs based on my preferences. I guide the girls into wearing them under the pretense of work requirements. With the camera perfectly positioned, I filmed clear upskirt views as she stood in the outfit. That moment was utterly irresistible.
During the photo session, I casually touched her breasts, pulled open her costume to expose her nipples, and did whatever I pleased. When I slipped my hand under her cosplay and groped her bare breasts, she gasped, “Huh?!”—but under the excuse of “posing for photos,” I naturally kept fondling them. Afterward, I had her change into a bikini for body measurements. Officially, we tailor costumes to each girl’s figure, but in reality, this gives me full justification to touch them freely.
In the micro bikini, her flawless, slender white body truly shined. “The swimsuit is so tiny… I’m embarrassed… w” she giggled shyly, trying to cover herself—adorable. I ran my hands over her soft thighs while measuring, stroking her smooth skin. She gave me a hesitant look but endured it silently. I wrapped my arms around her narrow waist, pulling her tightly against me. “Um… what are you doing…?” she asked nervously, but I assured her close contact was necessary for accurate measurements. Then I moved my hands to her ass, slowly kneading it. Her body stiffened, her cute face tensing as she bore it.
While measuring her bust from behind, I ran my hands over her cute breasts, checking the tape’s position over the swimsuit. “Um… your hand is… kind of…” she protested, but I continued. As I measured her crotch, I pressed my hand firmly against her groin and moved it slowly. “Ah… your hand is touching me…” she stammered, confused. “I’m just holding it in place,” I said, continuing to stimulate her. Realizing she wouldn’t resist, I boldly pulled aside her bikini bottom, exposing her small, pretty nipples. “Huh? Wait… this is supposed to be measuring…?” she asked, bewildered. Promising to raise her hourly wage, I sucked hard on her nipples, making her moan helplessly—she was clearly aroused. I kissed her deeply, forcing my tongue into her mouth, then pulled down her bikini and buried my face between her legs, licking her slick, swollen clit. “Ah… no… stop…” she protested weakly, but as I sucked and rolled my tongue over her clit, her hips trembled and her breathing grew ragged. Soon, she was moaning loudly, her body convulsing as she drowned in pleasure. Girls like her—gentle, obedient, and submissive—are truly precious.
To help with living expenses, I’ve decided to sell footage of my only pleasure as a lowly cosplay café manager. Runtime: 40 minutes 54 seconds. Resolution: 1920x1080. Format: MP4. All participants are over 18 and were filmed with consent. This production is unrelated to any real café or employees. Redistribution, resale, transmission, or secondary use is strictly prohibited.