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My Girlfriend is Kate Takayama	By : FalstaffKisaragi Category: +G to L > Haganai Views: 3780 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Rika had invited us to Comiket. She was going to be showing off her latest doujin game, leaving Kate and myself free to roam the halls. I was wondering if I could find a Necromancer gift for Kobato, but there was a problem with looking for gifts at Comiket. There were so many doujinshi from Necromancer alone, and over half of them were filled with porn. Even the softest of erotica was still something I couldn’t give to a middle schooler. Unless Kobato had been collecting them herself, but that sounds like the premise of a light novel - one where Kobato would more likely be the best friend, rather than the main heroine. Her character wouldn’t be able to sustain anything more than a spinoff.
Rika marked her circle’s booth on the map. It was buried within an alley consisting of several other famous doujin game makers. Her poster had a professional look to it, which made me wonder who Rika possibly had connections to that she could get that kind of marketing for her game. Once the money had been paid off to her circle, some of it would go back to the Neighbors’ Club. I knew that meant she was going to use us as lab rats for more of her super-science gadgets.
Kate was sitting on a bench in the middle of the convention, flipping through the catalog of circles and doujinshi available at a rapid pace. Some Pocky was held between her lips, being quickly ground down to the end like a pencil stuck in an out of control sharpener. I sat down beside her, looking at the map she had drawn out.
“This is so frustrating,” she said, her words muffled. “There’s no good fart doujins.”
“This guy’s written a few,” I said, pointing to one name on the list.
“Yeah, but his circle hasn’t done them for any series that I like,” Kate said. She wrapped her arm around my shoulder, pushing my elbow close to her breasts. Once again, she was in casual clothes and hot pants, one of the most dangerous outfits for a girl with her tastes. My girlfriend whispered in my ear.
“If these circles can’t appreciate our love, we’ll have to show the entire hall,” Kate said.
“It’s a large convention hall, it smells bad enough already,” I said. “Not even your farts are bad enough to break through the crowd of otaku gathered here.”
“No, but there is a way to get them to notice me,” Kate said. “I’ll be right back. I need to go pull something out in the bathroom.”
A few people who had overheard our conversation turned towards me with confused looks. I sat and waited for several minutes while Kate was changing in the girls’ bathroom. The sound of a toilet flushing echoed from inside, followed by Kate stepping out in what looked like a miko’s uniform, adorned with a variety of shields and guns that looked like they came from a WW2 battleship.
“Who are you supposed to be?” I asked. Her silvery-violet hair was a clear indicator it was her, but the outfit was so out of step with her usual style.
“Armored Carrier Taihou, reporting for duty, Admiral Kodaka,” she said. Her figure was still emphasized through her outfit. When she bent over, her ass, clad in black shorts, was briefly exposed as her skirt flipped up. “No pictures, please.” She said, blushing.
“A-admiral?” I said. “I don’t remember enlisting!”
“This is from Fleet Collection. It’s the hottest thing at Comiket,” said Kate. She leaned over and whispered in my ear. “I’ll do whatever you tell me to, Admiral. There’s a whole fleet of Abyssal Nerds waiting for me to sail through them.”
“Not in front of the crowds,” I said.
“It’s fine, there are boys who are into that sort of thing. Like you,” Kate said. “Taihou may have the lowest luck, but I was able to nab you for an Admiral. When I said no pictures, I meant no pictures from anyone who isn’t you... most of the time.”
We walked out to the photo op area of the comic market. It was already packed with cosplayers, including an entire group dressed as characters from a certain TBS show. I didn’t want us to be compared to them, so Kate quickly found her pace amongst a group of cosplayers from the same series.
“If Sena was here, she’d probably be in one of those Atago costumes,” said Kate. The Atago cosplayer quickly walked away to another area of the photo ops. “She certainly has the tits for it.”
“I don’t even know much about this KanColle,” I said. “Why did you pick Taihou?”
“Because Taihou was sunk... due to a problem with a gas leak,” Kate said. “It’s really easy for me to get into character.”
Kate faced the crowds.
“Admirals! This is Taihou, and my Tanker feels like it’s about to explode. It must be all this convention food. If you don’t want to be sunk, make sure you don’t find your way in my line of fire!”
Kate pushed down on her stomach. She quickly turned around and faced the crowds, shaking her ass back and forth. The fabric of her shorts rippled, looking as though it was going to rip. I braced myself for the moment when Kate revealed her true nature to the unsuspecting audience.
Bwwwwwwwwwwwwppppprrrt
A sustained burst of gas poured out of her asshole. It was a high-pitched squeal, coming from near the end of her bowels. Her shorts caught most of the smell, but the rest of it, smelling fresh of sugary foods, spread amongst the crowds. Those on the side walked away immediately, not saying anything. There were whispers of wondering who vetted her a cosplayer. For those who remained, the reaction was more enthusiastic.
“Taihou! Are you gas tanks okay?”
“Clean them out all you like!”
“Nobody can sink you!”
“Your cosplay rocks!”
They... liked it? It wasn’t hurting anybody or breaking any rules, and as far as they knew, Kate was a strangely silver-haired Taihou, cosplaying in front of a waiting audience. She was filling a niche, a fetish for these people that they couldn’t express in anything but their doujinshi. Comiket was so big that it was nearly mainstream, and yet even in here, there were little pockets of people who I had things in common with that I never would’ve expected.
They wanted more. They wanted to smell her farts.
“Thank you, everybody,” Kate said, squeezing her legs together. She ran her hands behind her back, rubbing her ass gently. “My fuel tank is feeling a little out of sorts today. If you get any closer, you might...”
Pwwwwwwwwwwwwwwfffffsh
This one had come from deep within her intestines. It was a strong, bassy fart that held the remnants of her fast food lunch. The scent of cooked meat and bacteria drifted into the crowd. Those closer to Kate scrambled to get closer to her smell. She looked them in the eye as one of them tried to sneakily pull out of his phone.

“I said no videos,” she said, addressing the crowd of men and women. “If you want to capture the sound of my gas tankers... then you can consider it a re-wa-rd. What do you think?”
“Taihou! Taihou! Taihou! Taihou! Taihou!”
The crowd’s chants overtook the room. Whether it was by the smell or the attention she was getting, I wasn’t certain, but the area around us had cleared out except for Kate and her loyal band of fans.
She posed with her crossbow, spinning around the circle, showing herself off to her fans from every angle. As she neared the end of the small, smelly round, she approached me and whispered in my ears.
“This thing isn’t easy to get on. If you help me get it off, you’ll get to feel the heat of the Great Phoenix,” she said coyly. “My anti-aircraft weapons are unbeatable.”
She looked towards the crowds.
“Do you have your phones ready to record?” she said. “I’m only gonna do this once, so be nice and quiet. If the enemy spots us, then I’ll really sink. My first mates, this is Taihou’s ultimate secret weapon!”
She approached the end of the line and flipped up her skirt. Kate took a deep breath, clenching her butt muscles. Hidden beneath her frilly panties, her twitching anus unleashed the full force of a girl’s full stomach. The noise could be heard halfway down the convention hall.
“Three! Two! One!”
BWAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRPT
It wasn’t particularly smelly. I know, in the time I’ve been dating Kate, I’ve smelled far worse than this. The massive size of the convention hall and the force of the air conditioners let the smell linger for only a moment or two, but the noise continued to echo until 30 seconds after Kate’s butthole had released its last squeak of gas.
She moved quickly down the semicircle, spreading her ass’s warmth across the hands of the conventiongoers and her ass’s noise directly into the microphones of their recording apps. She caught her breath at the end of the line, and returned to the center of her area. Her face was bright red, with beads of sweat dripping down her brow. I had never seen Kate become this exhausted from a fart before.
“No uploading that... to the Internet,” she said. “It’s a special secret gift. Until we meet again, let’s weigh anchor!”
The crowd clapped, and Kate exited stage right. She grabbed my hand and dragged me into the girls’ changing room, asking me to carry her bag of casual clothing for her. We hid ourselves away in the empty room, waiting for the next set of cosplayers to come in and take over Kate’s spot for the hour. As the crowds thinned, I heard Kate’s poot being played on repeat. Her fans were noticeable by their guilty smiles - yet no more so than anybody else buying something at this pit of lewdness.
“My second choice was Sasha from Attack on Titan,” said Kate, pulling down her shorts and removing her skirt. This was the first time I noticed the windows on the sides of her shirt, giving me a clear view of her armpits. “She loves potatoes, but a skirt’s much easier to please the crowds in.”
“I’m not the only one who likes your smells and your sounds?” I said. “The boys in my class are always going on about tits or asses, but I thought people who liked asses in this way were rare.”
“They are, but you find a lot more of them at Comiket,” Kate said, taking off her shirt, exposing her round, full breasts. She had restrained them a little to play the comparatively flat-chested Taihou, and now they were free to bounce around. “If you ever do make friends someday, don’t think you’re the only one with your fetish. There’s lots of people out there with dirty little secrets.”
“Yes, but you’re a nun,” I said.
“I’m also not keeping it a secret,” Kate said, pulling down her underwear. The only thing from her Taihou costume she had left on was her stockings.
It was creating a similar effect to her hotpants from yesterday, or more like the opposite effect. By hiding her legs, Kate drew attention to the rest of her body. The way her curves traced down her bustline, all the way to her plump waist, I had never noticed just how good Kate’s body looked. Even her little bit of belly fat, full from the gorging on greasy food that she loved, was so cute underneath the bright lights of the changing room.
“If you look in the mirror right now,” said Kate, directing my head over her shoulder. “You can see my butthole.”
“What are you, 12?” I said.
“We’re all still growing, Kodaka,” Kate said. I foolishly looked around, trying to direct my attention away from her nearly naked form. It’s not that I hadn’t noticed girls’ bodies before. The way Sena’s belly looked as she breathed in and out from nervousness on our date to the pool had awakened something in me. If I looked at Kate’s nipples, or her loins, would I be a healthy young man? Or just a pervert? All this and I had nearly forgotten that I was in the girls’ dressing room! I’m not supposed to be in here, and “She’s my girlfriend” won’t cut it with the convention staff. What if another cosplayer comes in here? I’m not mentally prepared for these kinds of situations!
While I was lost in thought, Kate had unbuckled my belt and pulled my pants down, exposing my underwear. There was a visible bulge in my pants, and the outline of my sack was visible. I noticed this even more because Kate was running her hands across it, tracing the curves of my balls, massaging them with the underside of her palm. I was thankful she wasn’t pointing the crossbow there at the moment.
“We’re the only two in here,” she said. “Kiss me.”
“A deep kiss?” I asked.
“All the way to the ass,” Kate said.
Backstage at Comiket, the noise of the crowds still audible outside, Kate and I locked lips. As our tongues overlapped, I grabbed ahold of her waist and squeezed down on her ass cheeks. The bare flesh molded itself between my fingers, teasing the edges of her anus. I drew closer to Kate, pressing into her breasts and her stomach. I could hear the rumbling inside her belly, eager to be released through the magic of a kiss.
Prrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrfffffffft
I think it may have went up an entire octave as we kissed. A lingering, foul-smelling fart that stank of sweat and food overtook the dressing room, going up my nostrils and filling the air with her scent. I closed my eyes, focusing only on the sensation of kissing Kate, and breathing in the air around us. Nobody came into the dressing room.
Our lips parted.
“That was incredible,” Kate said. “Thanks for supporting me, Admiral.”
“I don’t think I’ll ever get used to that,” I said.
We rejoined with Rika at her doujin game booth. A faint humming noise that was either the fan she was hiding under the desk or the vibrator she was hiding in her panties could be heard. Rika was counting her money and packing up the unsold doujinshi, likely to “donate” them to Sena’s personal library.
“I heard about your Taihou cosplay,” said Rika. “Good job! Did you get in character?”
“Totally,” Kate said. “Come on, Kodaka. Let’s see if there’s any doujins left out there for me.”
We blended into the crowds once again in search of doujinshi. I looked at my phone’s new wallpaper of Kate in her Taihou cosplay. My and Kate’s secret was no longer hidden from the world. At Comiket, we may even have found acceptance. That’s what I hoped.
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