"For the last time I'm not a tsundere!"
Chisame sat up and tossed a pillow across the room. Oh, that dream again? Ugh! She pinched the bridge of her nose and tried really hard to not think about what it meant. After all, dreams were often the result of issues we'd rather not think about in our waking lives and - waaaait a second, this was a lot softer than her bed. Further, the decorations were way too try hard gothic for her tastes and also there was a vampire sitting on a chair watching her sleep while sipping from a teacup.
"Tsundere?" Evangeline said with the absolute worst 'fake innocence' in her tone that Chisame had ever heard, ever. "Why, I do not believe I know what that means. Could you please explain it to me? Slowly, as if you were indeed a tsundere yourself, demonstrate what the phrase means."
"What am I doing here?" Chisame asked, rubbing at her head. Ugh, this headache. What was this?
"What are you doing?" Evangeline said. "Do you not remember? How you rushed up to my humble abode, pounding on the doors, desperately pleading to be allowed respite from the awful, awful machinations of a foot tall talking stoat."
Evangaline scoffed at that, as if Chisame was some kind of coward from running from the little pervert. Ohhh, this headache felt really bad all of a sudden. She couldn't focus on spitting back a good barb at all to put the vampire in her place.
"You, mortal, overexerted yourself, so I had my devoted maid Chachamaru put you to bed. You should be thankful I permitted her the opportunity. Now, shall we resume our discussion of your payment?"
Oh, that's right. Now it was all coming screaming back to her. Evangeline wasn't one to give up a chance to pull one over on someone who owed her a favour. Although, Chisame didn't remember her wearing a dress quite like this one.
Hadn't she been wearing an over the top flowery design that went down to her ankles? This one had a pretty big slit up the side that she was certain she'd remember seeing before. And shoulderless? That didn't seem right. Though... For some reason staring at Evangeline's shoulders and exposed leg did make her feel kind of good. Perhaps there was something to that dress after all?
Speaking of dresses, Evangeline snapped her fingers, and Chachamaru pulled out a rack with several of them, all high quality, all lined up in a row.
"What's this for?" Chisame asked.
"Your payment," Evangeline said. "I want to see a live action performance from net idol sensation, Chiu. A private show."
"I didn't agree to that," Chisame said. "I mean... If I'm going to pretend to be the sensational, beautiful and talented idol that is storming the net, the wonderful Chiu - whoever that is - I would need some time to get into the right headspace at the very least!"
"That's a shame," Evangeline said. " I suppose you'll have to wait until you're ready before you get my protection."
Th-that devious little ! Chisame stared a hole right through the cocky vampire. Ugh, this was the problem with dealing with the powerful, they so easily had you over a barrel and could use that to exploit even more power out of you. If Evangeline used any technology, Chisame could have done something to blackmail her with passwords or security, but the little blonde hadn't upgraded past the first model of cell phone ever invented.
"Play along," Chachamaru whispered, suddenly behind Chisame and leaning in quite close. "It will give you the chance to convince her of what is happening."
It was pretty obvious what Chachamaru was doing. Playing good cop to Evangeline's bad cop. The carrot and the stick approach. That really bugged her. It was so manipulative, so conniving. Out of general principle, she should walk out of here and ask someone else for help.
But when she took a step forward with that intention her head hurt really badly. It very nearly threw her completely off balance. There was a reason for that, of course. A really good, obvious reason. Because she didn't want to head out there to deal with the rest of the girls being perverts too!
"Fine, I'll pretend to be this Chiu, if that's what you want!" Chisame said. "But no pictures, no video, nor recording of any kind that this happened. Got it?"
"Are you asking Chachamaru to corrupt her own memory files? That's very cold-blooded of you, Chisame."
"You! Leave!" Chisame yelled at the ever so helpful maid. Which honestly felt pretty bad too. "This is a one on one private showing."
"I imagine your fanboys would normally need to pay extra for that. Or fangirls? I'm not judging. I've been around long enough to not care."
Oooh, this was so... so infuriating! Whatever, Chachamaru did a little curtsey and all but skipped out of the room, leaving just the two of them behind. Taking a deep breath, Chisame took off her glasses and slipped on her contact lenses. She was a little put off to see Evangeline still standing there, but... whatever. They were both girls.
She swept the room for signs of hidden tech. Nothing she could see. Fine. Not much else for it but to pick out a dress from the rack. There was a pretty good selection here, though they all stuck within the same general 'gothic' aesthetic that Evangeline seemed to like so much.
Actually, running her fingers over the material made it clear exactly how high end this stuff was. In her time as an idol she'd worn all sorts of clothes of all sorts of expense levels. This stuff, right here, was higher end than she'd seen yet. Just the part of the material she was touching alone probably cost more than she'd make in an entire year.
Something inside her pounded. Maybe her heart skipping a beat. Her thighs squeezed together in anticipation. Picking only one to wear felt... cruel, somehow. Wrong. She had to wear all of them. Ah, was this her pride as a net-idol taking over? Was it whispering in her ear that if Evangeline wanted a show, then she was going to get one?
No. It was screaming that in her ear. With practised ease Chisame had her clothes flung aside, where they landed perfectly upon a hangar, leaving her in naught but her underwear. It felt a bit awkward (but weirdly good) that Evangeline was sitting there sipping on her tea. Apparently enjoying it quite a bit as well. Chisame sniffed, ran her fingers through her hair and shifted them to her typical Chiu getup, which basically amounted to untying her pigtails and letting it flow more or less freely. Modified depending on the nature of the show she was putting on.
But she couldn't just put on something skimpy for this malicious vampire. Even though thinking that made her head pound. It must have just been going against her natural idol instincts. Gritting her teeth, Chisame found a lovely gothic wedding dress. It went down to just above the ground, with layers and layers of black ruffles and lace interspersed with red. A corset pinched her waist together and accentuated her already-fit bosom as she strapped it on. The garment looked so intricate a normal girl would have struggled to put it on, but Chisame was a professional after all. She completed the look with a set of long lace black gloves and a veil over her face.
"This feels expensive," she muttered. "Why do you even have this?"
"Why wouldn't I?" Evangeline asked.
Right, centuries old vampire loli. Probably had enough stocks to buy a small country.
"So? You're in character, are you not?" Evangeline cooly asked. "Show me, Miss bride. What sort of show does the great and famous Chiu put on when she's in a wedding dress?"
"How should I know? I'm, ghgh…" Chisame closed her eyes for a second, and then opened them again. There was a vigor and light in them that wasn't there for most of Chisame's conscious life.
"Oh, my beloved darling! Chiu is so happy this day has finally come! Everything is just as I imagined it! The cakes, the dresses, the weather, there's not a single thing wrong. But especially not with you," she cooed, leaning forward and taking Evangeline's hands in her own. "The entire wedding could have been in shambles but as long as I have your gorgeous visage to stare into I would be happy as could be~"
"That's wonderful to hear, but I'm only a bridesmaid," Evangeline replied. "What about your darling husband?"
Chisame opened her mouth to call Evangeline out on her breaking the immersion - but then remembered the first rule of improv. Never say no. Not to mention, this weird feeling she had whenever she made the attempt. Sort of like an insistent headache...?
"Oh, he's wonderful as well, but Chiu's life is not complete without you in it," Chisame said, stroking Evangeline's cheek and feeling this really weird rush of emotions. Something about this felt good, felt right, felt... supreme.
"How nice," Evangeline said, leaning in really close. As in, really, really close. "Time for a scene change, don't you think? Darling?"
"Nngh, of course!" Chisame looked at the outfits again. What happens right after a wedding? A honeymoon trip, to a beach, perhaps? Did this shut-in even have a swimsuit? She fiddled through until she found something appropriate.
This time, Chisame not only disrobed quickly, but using the cape that came with this swimsuit, she excelled in a quick change. One second, she was there. The next, she was gone, and then reappeared in a new getup. Heeled sandals, with a one piece leotard bathing suit with an exposed midsection. All covered up with a cape for dramatic flair and a long, dark sunhat. All the better to keep the evil sun away.
"Oh no, following on from my wedding, my bridesmaid has seduced and corrupted me," Chisame said. Funny thing is this is completely in line with the kind of show that she would actually put on as Chiu, no influence from the spell here. "Now I have become a creature of the night -" A thought hit her out of nowhere. Now, that <i>was</i> a bridge too far - And boom, suddenly a headache hit her.
Huh... Huh, that was really weird, now that she thought about it. Why was she getting so many headaches all of a sudden?
"That makes you my slave, doesn't it?" Evangeline coyly asked. "Chiu is my slave. Say it."
"N-No I -" Another headache. It was like every time she went against a perverted impulse, a tiny little sprite was poking her in the brain. "I- I am the boss around here! The bride is clearly higher than a mere bridesmaid! You are my slave, not the other way around."
Ah... Ah, that felt good. In fact, it felt really, really good! The idea of forcing Evangeline to do her bidding filled Chisame with a really strange and unfamiliar warmth. The headache was gone, and she felt fantastic, so she put her hands on her hips and threw her head back high so she could let out a brilliant villainous cackle.
"Ohohohohoho - Aw nuts, I'm under the influence of this perverted spell, aren't I?" Chisame asked.
"Damn, Chachamaru won the bet," Evangeline sniffed, taking another sip of tea. She snapped her fingers and Chachamaru strode back in wearing what could only be described as an extremely slutty version of her usual maid getup. You couldn't even call that a neckline, it was more like a navel line, and that skirt was so short it might as well be a belt. There were probably more frills on it than there was any other sort of material. "I thought it would take three costumes before you noticed, but she went for two."
- Chisame bolts, not that it matters anymore.
- Chisame is compelled to finish the 'show'.
- Evangeline comes through the programming a bit to warn Chisame before falling back under.
- Chachamaru is a machine. Chisame is good with machines. Pactio time!
- Let's look in on some other girls for a bit.
- Something else
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