A Certain Cosplay Café Manager
Genre: Beautiful Girl, Uniform, Slender, Cosplaying, Molester, Maid, Idol/Celebrity, Big Ass
K-chan arrived for an interview at the cosplay café—cute, doll-like face, sweet smile, and big, innocent eyes that leave a lasting impression. She’s charming, friendly, and instantly likable. As the manager of a certain cosplay café, I’m technically employed by a soul-crushing parent company, and honestly, I’ve been wanting to quit for a while. But there’s one thing keeping me going: getting close to young, beautiful girls. At the café, everything’s strictly professional between female staff, so I have to be careful. But during private interviews at the office? It’s just me and the girl—perfect for hidden cameras, and no one’s the wiser.
I always inform applicants that filming is permitted during interviews, but they never suspect there are multiple hidden cameras placed around the room. K-chan previously worked part-time at a bakery, and from her warm smile and natural way of speaking, it’s clear she’s great with customers. She seemed shy about the typical maid café “magic phrases,” which actually relieved me—our place doesn’t use that gimmick.
She seems like the type who’d go along with risqué cosplay without much resistance, so I’m already imagining her slender body in sexy, revealing outfits. Midway through the interview, I use a camera hidden under the desk to capture upskirt shots. Positioned low and lit subtly, it clearly captures her bare thighs and the outline of her panties. After upgrading to a high-sensitivity camera, the footage becomes shockingly clear—her pure white panties, soft-looking pale thighs, and the plump shape of her innocent little crotch drive me wild.
Next, I have her change into one of our cosplay uniforms. I’ve personally selected outfits with higher exposure based on my own tastes, and I subtly guide her into positions where she’ll be perfectly framed by the hidden cameras. The results are flawless—clear, upskirt views of her panties, and the thrill of capturing it all is absolutely intoxicating.
During the photo session, I casually grope her breasts, deliberately pull open her cosplay to peek at her nipples—doing whatever I want. Slipping my hand under the costume, I fondle her bare tits. She gives an awkward smile, but under the guise of “getting good shots,” I keep squeezing and groping without hesitation.
After changing into a second cosplay outfit, I have her switch into a swimsuit for “body measurements.” I claim to be particular about cosplay fit, so I tailor each outfit to the girl’s body—just a cover story, of course. In reality, it’s my chance to touch them freely under the pretense of measuring. With full justification, I grope her without shame.
In a micro bikini, her slender, radiant white skin shines beautifully. Her shy laugh—“Wow, this swimsuit is tiny… w”—only makes her cuter. I start measuring her thighs, running my hands slowly over their smooth, silky surface. She looks like she wants to say something but bites her tongue and endures. Next, I wrap my arms around her narrow waist—so close that she stammers, “You’re… really close…” But accurate measurements require tight contact, so embracing her like this is unavoidable. Then I move to her ass, slowly kneading and squeezing. Her body tenses, her cute face twitches, but she stays silent and bears it.
I move behind her to measure her bust. With the swimsuit still on, I run my hands over her small, adorable breasts to position the tape, stroking them gently. She looks pained, head lowered, unable to protest. As I measure her crotch depth, I press my hand firmly against her pussy and slowly rub. She finally blurts out, “Um…!” confused and flustered, but I just say, “Just holding it in place,” and keep stimulating her. Realizing she’s the submissive, compliant type, I lose all restraint—yanking her swimsuit aside to expose her pink nipples. She looks like she’s about to cry, desperately trying to cover herself. I can’t hold back—I latch onto her nipple, and though she makes a face of protest, it quickly hardens, and soft moans start escaping her lips.
I kiss her deeply, forcing my tongue inside, then pull her bikini bottom aside and bury my face in her slick, swollen clit. She writhes, struggling weakly, but her resistance only makes her more adorable. I lick her soaked pussy thoroughly. “Huh… no…!” she gasps in shock, but as I suck and flick her clit with my tongue, pleasure overwhelms her. I keep going until she clutches her mouth, her body convulsing as she cums hard.
Girls like her—gentle, obedient, and submissive—are absolutely perfect. W
To help with living expenses, I’m selling footage of my only joy in this pathetic job as a cosplay café manager.
Runtime: 35 minutes 06 seconds
Resolution: 1920x1080
Format: mp4
※ All individuals involved in this production are over 18 years of age.
※ Filmed with full model consent.
※ No relation to any real stores or employees.
※ Strictly prohibited: redistribution, forwarding, resale, or any secondary use.