I Became the Leader of the Monster Circus Troupe

The tailors of Yeterinpuurk were inherently knowledgeable about Halloween costumes.

After closely examining the physical characteristics of the monster members, they recommended designs that suited them.

Yurakne chose the costume of a “White Witch.”

Having portrayed the “Black Widow” before, she wanted to try the exact opposite role this time.

The appearance of the costume was just as its name suggested.

She wore a white wizard’s robe and a wide-brimmed white hat that covered her head down to her shoulders.

With glasses added, she exuded an image resembling a scholar who had been stuck in a library without seeing sunlight for a long time.

Yurakne liked this design.

In her usual self, she was a typical country woman who enjoyed gossiping and cooking.

She didn’t dislike being like that, but sometimes she wanted to appear intellectual and calm.

The costume of the White Witch was perfect for her desire.

However, when she actually put on the finished clothes, she couldn’t help but make a perplexed expression.

The clothing store had undoubtedly made the clothes as designed. However, there was a significant flaw in the outfit.

Yurakne took a slow breath and carefully stood up from her seat.

But before she could straighten her waist completely, there was a tearing sound from behind her.

As she reached out to check it, this time, the button that was fastened at the front popped off.

The button hit the wall and bounced somewhere into the room.

She looked at herself in the mirror.

There she was, with her chest bone prominently exposed.

She turned around and checked the back.

It was even worse. The robe was torn from her neck to her waist, revealing bare flesh.

This was the problem.

The clothes were too small for her.

Surely, the robe that should have been loose was clinging to her body like an evening dress, revealing her figure.

But Yurakne couldn’t blame the tailor.

Because it wasn’t him who measured her body.

She measured her own size.

Perhaps she felt embarrassed to reveal things like her bust size in front of everyone.

She thought she measured accurately, but something went wrong in the process.

The tailor said he would come back tomorrow morning to adjust the clothes to fit the members’ bodies.

Yurakne’s face burned at the thought of standing in front of people like this.

What should she do about this?

As she pondered, one thought crossed her mind.

The Director’s magic.

The ability to freely put on and create clothes once seen.

How could she not use that?

She carefully opened the door and stepped out.

There was no one in the corridor.

She moved her steps as quickly as possible.

She couldn’t let other members see her in this embarrassing state.

“Would it be okay to show this to the Director?”

She recalled what happened in Luz.

The Director accidentally stripped her clothes while testing his new ability.

He called it a mistake.

Despite his awkward laughter and words, it had no convincing power at all.

But Yurakne knew about the curse on his body.

A curse that always forced a smile.

Among the circus members, only she knew this fact.

No matter what happened, he could only smile.

Looking back, it was humiliating.

Even seeing her own naked body without changing expression.

Despite knowing it was a curse, it felt creepy somehow.

At that time, what were the Director’s true feelings?

Was he embarrassed or… excited?

But she couldn’t blame him.

She had worked hard to cultivate her figure to the point where she wouldn’t lose to anyone.

She didn’t even think her skin would pale compared to younger people.

During her travels, she had seen many people, but no one had a larger chest than her.

Oh, except one.

Except for Womon.

In the past, she had no confidence in her body as she did now.

No, she was rather full of inferiority.

She envied ordinary people with ordinary bodies.

Because of that, she had worried that her husband might leave her.

Even though she was grateful for his love, she sometimes doubted his sincerity.

She thought his love for her was just a kind of pity for a childhood friend.

Her husband was thoughtful and patient.

He always stood by her with a constant attitude, despite her sudden bouts of depression and instability.

Thanks to him, she could overcome her self-loathing.

That should have been enough…

If only his smile had been there…

He left to give her something greater, but in the end, he lost his life.

Thinking back to those days, she arrived at Wonderstein’s room.

She checked her appearance once again through the mirror in the corridor.

Was it because she was too hasty?

The clothes were even looser than before.

Thanks to the sleeves on her back and waist, the clothes didn’t completely fall off.

But it was inevitable that the side of her chest was visible.

Is it really okay to go in like this?

Suddenly, she felt pathetic looking at herself in the mirror.

At this ambitious moment, exposing her body like this and searching for his room seemed like an obvious temptation.

What would the Director think of her?

And the fact that she had inadvertently thought about her husband on the way here also acted as a stumbling block in her mind.

So she hesitated at the door, but then she heard humming from upstairs.

Familiar melody and sound.

It was Sven.

Yurakne swallowed hard.

If that stingy old geezer saw her like this, she could imagine how he would react.

He would tease her endlessly for weeks to come.

The humming got closer and closer.

It took him no more than 3 seconds to come downstairs.

Without thinking, she burst into the room.

Thud.

It was just the moment when Wonderstein was sprinkling Starlight into his mouth.

He ended up swallowing an amount of dust dozens of times what he had yesterday.

[Unique Trait ‘The Smiling Man’ is deactivated.]

As the message appeared, his face twisted and he began coughing.

Some of the dust had entered his lungs.

“Uh… cough… cough!”

“D-Director, are you okay?”

She approached him in surprise.

But just two steps ahead, she stopped abruptly.

What she saw was shocking.

He, who always maintained a relaxed smile regardless of the situation, was now tearing up and grimacing.

“Ugh, I think I took too much of this.”

Wonderstein took a breath and turned to her.

“I was surprised. What’s going on?”

Resentment appeared on his face.

Even in his voice, which always had a hint of laughter, there was a full sense of grumbling.

She opened her mouth.

“You’re not… smiling, are you?”

At her words, Wonderstein blinked, then sighed.

“Ah! Um, th-that’s… hold on a moment…”

Yurakne watched dumbfoundedly as he scrambled to find a nearby mirror.

There was no trace of his usual composure in his actions.

After checking his expression, he awkwardly forced a smile and scratched his cheek.

“Uh, h-haha, um, well, you see, there’s a bit of a situation…”

He couldn’t hide his confusion.

While mumbling, he was sweating profusely.

Yurakne felt her common sense crumbling.

It was the first time she had seen him lose his composure to this extent.

But somehow, she didn’t mind.

Unintentionally, a smirk crossed her lips.

She wasn’t sure what was going on, but his current state felt fresh and amusing.

“What happened?”

“Well, you see…”

Wonderstein began to calm down and explain the experiment he was conducting.

“Oh, so that’s what happened. Does that mean the Director’s curse has been completely lifted?”

“No, it isnt. It’s only for a limited time.”

While speaking, Wonderstein felt a sense of discomfort.

He didn’t feel like himself.

It had been easy to play the role of Wonderstein so far.

With the smiling man, he could simply throw out a few words and his laughter-tinged voice would make him seem normal.

He was relieved of the social aspect of the conversation which acted as burden and instead allowed him to calmly assess the situation.

But not now.

He had to constantly think about what expression to make and how to speak in each situation.

It felt like suddenly having to manually control in a game that had always been on automatic mode.

Moreover, the person sitting across from him made him even more uncomfortable.

Throughout their conversation, he couldn’t even meet her eyes directly.

Her outfit made it even harder to focus on what he was saying.

It was because of her outfit.

Her plump chest was fully exposed, barely covering the sensitive areas.

Every time he saw it, his face flushed red.

His heart raced, and his legs tensed around the object between them.

It was the first time he had experienced this since coming to this world.

Until now, he had never experienced such a thing.

Although he could harbour humane affection for women, he had never felt sexual desire.

Maintaining composure in the flesh always meant an inability to get excited.

That also applied to sexual desire.

Experiencing it after six months was quite unfamiliar.

Yurakne was aware of his condition.

Unlike before, his gaze, expressions, and movements were all too easily readable.

She could tell that he was greatly flustered every time she sneakily showed her chest.

She suppressed the urge to laugh.

Everything about him was so cute.

The man who always maintained a confident attitude and a gentle smile was now embarrassed like a young boy.

Contrary to his handsome face, his shy demeanour presented a charming contrast that had never been seen before.

Yurakne pursed her lips.

Until now, she had maintained a comfortable distance from him.

She knew well how difficult it was to deal with suspicion and obsession, so she had tried to become close gradually by spending more time together.

But even that couldn’t break down Wonderstein’s fortress-like composure.

But now, the opportunity had come.

Her woman’s intuition, honed by once trying to conquer a man, was speaking.

It’s time to make a move.

She approached the bed where he was sitting.

“Director.”

She pressed up against him.

Wonderstein felt dizzy.

The pungent raw smell emanating from her skin made his head spin.

“How do I look in my outfit?”

She slipped her finger into the neckline, making her ample bosom shake.

Wonderstein’s pupils also shook in response.

“W-well, it suits you… very well…”

“But, my chest is completely exposed because of the tear, isn’t it?”

She smacked his back with her palm.

Her lips drew a seductive curve.

Wonderstein felt like he was about to lose his reason to her charm.

His mouth moved uncontrollably.

“Isn’t that a good thing?”

What on earth did he just say?

He quickly shook his head.

“I-I mean, that’s not what I meant…”

As he tried to recover from the words he had blurted out, she moved.

Her shadow cast by the moonlight streaming through the window.

From there, six arms emerged.

The two arms on her back held onto his shoulders.

The two arms around her waist pulled his body closer.

And her two normal arms wrapped around his head.

“Miss Yurakne?”

“Stay still.”

Her voice contained an irresistible charm.

Her violet eyes grew larger and larger.

Her warm breath tickled his neck.

“Suddenly… what…?”

He couldn’t speak.

His breath was caught.

She blocked his mouth.

Something soft, slippery, and hot entered his mouth.

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