VIP Handshake Ticket (Chapter 1)

Stellar Guardians has a special live performance where the actors wear full bodysuits and doll masks, bringing the Stellar Guardians characters from the screen into the real world.

As an avid fan of both doll masks and Stellar Guardians, I’ve naturally attended many of these shows. However, for some reason, I can never manage to snag front-row tickets. Even so, I still watch in a trance-like state of fascination.

I once tried dancing in a bodysuit and doll mask myself, but it was far more challenging than I’d imagined. Even with the air conditioning on, the room started at a comfortable temperature, but once I started moving, the heat built up entirely within the bodysuit and doll mask. The hot air I exhaled filled every corner of the doll mask, and no matter how hard I tried to breathe, fresh air couldn’t penetrate the fully enclosed mask.

Just dancing a simple routine in an air-conditioned room left me drenched in sweat and dizzy. I can’t even imagine the torment the actors endure, performing for at least an hour in thick bodysuits and Stellar Guardians battle outfits under hot weather. Yet, every time, they complete their performances as if they weren’t actors in costumes but tireless dolls.

Still, the actors behind the characters are ordinary people, and I can spot signs of their exhaustion. When they strike poses after a show, their shoulders heave dramatically up and down. Occasionally, a few even have glistening liquid dripping from their doll masks—probably the hot breath of the actors, I assume. Oddly, though, despite sweating enough for it to drip from their doll masks, there are no visible sweat stains on their bodysuits.

After every performance, the actors wave goodbye to the audience and retreat to a tent on the side, showing no trace of the fatigue they’d displayed moments before. Recently, I’ve noticed something strange: several times, I’ve seen front-row audience members emerge from the backstage tent. Thinking back, it seems they left through a special exit after the show, heading to the tent. This never used to happen—what could they be doing in there?

Today, while browsing the ticketing website, a survey about doll masks and Stellar Guardians popped up. After filling in some of my lesser-known fantasies, I was offered the chance to buy a VIP handshake ticket. This seems to be a new thing. With a VIP handshake ticket, you get to sit in the front row and shake hands with the Stellar Guardians characters after each performance. Normally, they leave right after the show, but this ticket allows a private handshake session backstage.

A private handshake? I arrived at the event brimming with anticipation.

Watching the actors perform vividly on stage, I noticed that whenever the voice actors backstage spoke, the corresponding actor would respond with gestures like nodding or waving to indicate they were the one "speaking", while the others slowed their movements. It was as if the actors were puppets controlled by the voices. Combined with their bodysuits and doll masks that left no skin exposed, it heightened the sensation that they were being manipulated, which thrilled me immensely.

The most exciting part was the Stellar Guardians transformation roll call. Each Guardian had to perform a unique move. As the voice actors called out, the Guardians took turns striking cute or cool transformation poses, while the others stood still like background props.

This time, Radiant Star, a character from Stellar Guardians, stole the show. The real name of the character is Lily Carter. She has innocent personality and exceptional athleticism. Her transformation sequence reflected that perfectly: she spun rapidly in place, leapt high, and landed with one leg slightly bent and the other raised, one hand thrust upward—as if joyfully leaping mid-air like in the anime. After finishing, she held this difficult pose motionless. Though she gripped Harmony Star’s hand for support, her trembling leg betrayed how taxing it was. Yet, she maintained it flawlessly. That single move alone was enough to get me hard.

“New face? First time here?” a guy next to me suddenly struck up a conversation. I nodded, a bit dazed.

“Since you snagged this ticket, we’re clearly kindred spirits. There’s too much to say here with regular audience members behind us, but pay close attention to the actors’ oddities. Like how they move so intensely yet show no sweat stains, or how their skirts flutter slightly when they pant heavily… You’ll get answers later, but I feel like they’re hiding even more secrets we can’t dig into. Sigh…”

He spoke cryptically before falling silent. I refocused on the performance, observing details I’d overlooked before.

From the front row, I could see the Guardians’ details more clearly. Sometimes, they’d even come into the audience to interact with us—something I’d envied from afar before, but now I could experience it too. The show began, and four Guardians emerged from backstage: Radiant Star with her long pink hair and pink skirt, Harmony Star with golden twin tails and a purple skirt, Frost Cat with waist-length white hair like snow, and Lilac Bloom with a light blue ponytail.

As they performed, I zeroed in on Radiant Star since her image was on my VIP ticket. Though the weather wasn’t scorching, constant movement in a full-body bodysuit and doll mask should’ve made anyone sweat. Yet, when Radiant Star tilted her head, I saw no sweat stains on the bodysuit around her neck. During a struggle with a villain, I caught her skirt fluttering unnaturally. Recalling the guy’s earlier words, a bold theory hit me: could their breathing vents be… down there?

This thought shifted how I viewed the actors. Radiant Star’s skirt had layers of petticoats, probably making breathing difficult. After intense movement, she seemed to breathe harder, her petticoats swaying as if desperately drawing air from beneath.

As the performance neared its end, the actors’ movements grew sluggish—jumps and runs less fluid. Though I couldn’t figure out how they avoided sweat stains, they must’ve been sweltering, perhaps longing to shed their gear. But for the sake of the kids’ image of them, they pressed on.

The grueling show finally ended. After the actors exited, I followed staff to the VIP area, surrendering my phone before entering. Nervously waiting, I scanned the room and spotted a whiteboard with rules:

Special Stellar Guardians Handshake Session

You can:  

Request any pose for the handshake.  

Interact closely with Guardians, posing them as desired.

You cannot:  

Seek the identity of Guardians.

Harm Guardians.

Damage Guardians’ gear.

Force Guardians to do anything unwillingly.

The rules puzzled me—what did "any pose for a handshake" mean? Soon, Radiant Star Lily entered, waving cheerfully. Her breathing had calmed, and her bodysuit showed no sweat, as if she hadn’t just performed. I extended my hand, and she grabbed it with both of hers, the white satin gloves smooth against my skin as she bounced excitedly. Heat radiated from her, confirming this kigurumi doll had been active on stage, yet her bodysuit felt dry. No breathing sounds came from her doll mask—she was like a lifeless puppet.

Her hands felt odd, too. Beneath the gloves and bodysuit was something tougher… latex? Yes, latex! Could it be a second layer of latex keeping her surface pristine? I explored Lily’s arm, tracing her small hands through the satin. At a normal handshake event, I’d be labeled a creep, but here, she just tilted her head curiously, letting me continue. Was touching okay, then?

“Lily, strike a battle pose and hold it.”

She nodded, lunging forward into a stance and freezing.

“Heh heh heh, now Radiant Star’s caught in my paralysis trap, helpless to my whims…” I mimicked a villain’s laugh, wrapping my arms around her waist and sliding upward. She remained still—apparently, she didn’t mind.

I slipped my hands into her chest area, feeling her breasts. They weren’t prosthetics but real, soft, and pliable despite the latex layer. As I kneaded them, her chest heaved noticeably, like she was breathing hard, yet no sound escaped her doll mask. Was her breathing vent really below? I reached under her skirt, navigating the layers of petticoats. Hot air pulsed from beneath, matching her chest’s rhythm.

I sat her on a chair, and she complied like a ragdoll. Her pink-and-white thigh-high socks and pink shoes came off, releasing warm air with a faint rubber scent—no sweat odor, likely trapped in the latex. Her feet felt like small water balloons, sweat pooling inside.

I pressed her foot to my face, inhaling deeply, imagining her dominating me. Even with my perverse actions, she stayed motionless, a true doll.

Crouching, I rubbed my face along her leg, nearing her thighs. Hot air blasted from her skirt, urging me to investigate. I removed her safety shorts and parted her legs, diving under her skirt. It was stiflingly hot, reeking of latex—she’d performed an entire show in this? Her dedication fueled my arousal. Near her groin, fabric blocked access—no zipper, just a breathing tube from her abdomen emitting moist heat. I regretted the lack of a zipper but understood: this was a handshake event. It is designed to prevent violation.

Feeling pity for her struggle, I sucked on the breathing vent through the fabric. At first, she just breathed harder, but soon her legs clamped around me, muffled sounds escaping—like her mouth was gagged. I released her, and she slumped in the chair, panting heavily, skirt fluttering, yet her doll mask remained silent—a mute performance.

Curious about her stifled sounds, I searched her doll mask’s seam, finding a small lock sealing her "inside". Without a key, I let go, though the thought of her trapped in double-layered bodysuits, sweat pooling, breathing skirt-air, reignited my excitement.

“Lily, you can move now.”

She stretched lazily, tilting her head adorably, as if unaware of what I’d done.

“Lily, can we shake hands anywhere?”

She leaned forward, nodding vigorously—exaggerated gestures compensating for her silence, making her even cuter.

“Even… down there?”

She nodded, squatting and brushing my tented pants curiously with her gloved hand.  When I unzipped and my erection sprang out, she flinched, covering her eyes, then peeked and grasped it gently, stroking with the satin smoothness.

Her innocent reaction drove me wild. Her soft, gloved hand—unlike my own—teased my sensitive spots. I sighed in pleasure, thrusting forward. Though her doll mask’s mouth was solid, bumping against it while she mimicked oral thrilled me. She gripped the base, bobbing her head in sync. Then, abruptly, she stopped, turned, and rubbed her rear against me. Seizing the chance, I slid between her thighs. She clamped them tight, rocking her hips.

Her skirt’s heat and moisture enveloped me, her toned thighs—likely from dance training—outshining her hands. Her breathing quickened, hot air gusting more frequently as she ground against me. “I can’t… Lily… it’s too good… I’m gonna…” Overwhelmed, I tried pulling out, worried about staining her skirt, but she tightened her grip.

I climaxed between her thighs.

Afterward, she waved goodbye cheerfully, no sign of breathing my semen or suffering from heat visible. What expression hid beneath—dazed from heat or lust? Regardless, she remained the innocent Guardian.

Soon after, VIP handshake tickets vanished from the site, a fleeting perk gone, leaving me disappointed but I can live with it.