Author's Note: All participants are over 18 years of age, and this is purely a work of fiction, it in no way represents the true character of any real persons depicted.
'Kureiji-chan?' you called out to your idol. She turned to face you, and her beauty left you speechless and off in your own world for a moment, you barely even heard her answer you.
'Y-Yes? Did you want an autograph or a picture too? W-With me?' she said with a gentle and friendly tone, though she was clearly a bit nervous too.
You stared down at her and didn't know what to say for a while, here she was, standing right before you, the prettiest woman you'd ever seen. She had been easy to spot amongst the crowds of the busy and noisy showroom floor within the convention hall. All the "celebrity" guests were -- they were all such colourful characters after all, both in appearance and personality. And Kureiji-chan was no exception, she wore her usual outfit, a tattered black dress with short, puffy sleeves that had little, red bows on them, a much larger bow in front of her chest. She even had a black bow atop her head, tying her wild hair together, with a straight sword stabbing through her two, thick buns and holding them together. It was all finished off with an adorable earring that looked like the tab from a soda can, and a thin, black choker with a love heart. She was perfect.
But one thing that you found hard to believe, was that Kureiji Ollie was one of the least swamped streamers, she barely had any fans surrounding her, vying for her attention.
"What an injustice," you thought. "How could such a thing be possible? Just because she's a zombie and she's flat-chested, they think she's lesser and the others are more beautiful than her? Well, they're wrong." Even Kureiji-chan herself looked a little down, as if she was doubting herself due to her unpopularity.
You clenched your fists and stood up tall. 'I love you, Kureiji-chan!' Of course, this announcement drew more than a few surprised -- and even some annoyed -- looks at how loud and sudden your outburst had been. Kureiji stared up at you in stunned silence before covering her face.
'Y-You don't... you shouldn't say that,' she mumbled.
'But I mean it. You're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen.' Her strange, multicoloured, heterochromatic eyes peeked out at you through her fingers.
'R-Really?'
'Of course!' You snatched up her hands and held them tight, smiling at her as you uncovered her face. 'Let me prove it to you.' You began to take her away from the showroom floor, and out into the halls. She dragged her feet a little bit, but stumbled after you.
'You're the prettiest, and anyone who can't see that is just stupid.'
You pulled her through the convention hall and the hotel that was connected to it, eventually stopping in front of your room. 'Here. Now...' You turned to face her and pulled her closer, suddenly leaning in for a kiss. She was caught off guard and surprised, but leaned into the kiss and slowly returned it with a whimper.
'Kureiji-chan, can I prove how beautiful you are? Let's do it, and I'll show you just how pretty you are.' Her eyes widened more, and you pulled her into your room. She was stunned.
'H-H-Huh? Do it wi-with me? R-Really? Ahh... I-I mean... if you want to I wouldn't say no...' she looked away, squirming. You couldn't believe this was really happening, your wildest dreams were about to come true.
She poked her fingers together and kept her eyes looking anywhere but at you. 'A-Are you really sure this is okay? I mean... I've never done this kind of thing before and I...I'm sure you could find someone prettier than a...a zombie,' Kureiji said, eyeing the neat bed with trepidation. You pull her against your chest, one arm wrapping around her thin body as your other hand caresses her cheek.
You warmly smile down at her. 'Kureiji... there's no one else in this whole world I'd rather do this with. It's fine, I'll take care of you and make you feel good, please, try to relax, trust me. And how many times do I have to tell you you're the most beautiful girl there is? I won't stop making love to you till you realise that.' Her eyes widen, and if it weren't for her zombified state, her cheeks would've reddened. She raises one of her hands and places it against yours as she leans her face into your touch, smiling up at you.
'O-Okay. I trust you. A-And um... please call me Ollie,' she mumbles.
'Heh, okay, Ollie.' You lean down and press your lips against hers in a soft and tender kiss; she presses into your warmth, deepening the embrace as she closes her eyes and gives herself over to you. You lead her over to the bed, gently laying her back on top of the pristine, white sheets. Your lips never once leave hers as your hands roam her body, tracing over some of the stitches that hold her reanimated form together before your fingers grasp the ribbon covering her petite chest and pull the bow loose.