Meeting (10)

I’ve lived my entire life without even thinking about dressing up. It’s not that I wasn’t interested in that sort of thing, but more that there was no need. It might sound incredibly obnoxious, but it was an unavoidable fact. This wasn’t a boast, but an immutable law of this world.

It’s said to be the blessing of the god who governs all things. In one way or another, those with a lot of Mana live beautiful lives. Even if you’re unlucky enough to be born ugly, increasing the amount of Mana in your body will bring about partial changes. An ‘ugly magician’ was a contradiction in terms. Mana made living beings superior in every way. Even those Demon bastards are born pretty and handsome in this world.

Mana allowed humans, who were inferior to other races in every way, to take their first step in retaliation, and rapidly develop civilization under the miracle of magic.

So it was only natural. It was only natural that I was pretty. It was only natural that I, who wielded all the Mana in the world as my source, was breathtakingly beautiful.

An ethereal beauty that even Elves couldn’t dare to compare to. Not only my face, but my physique was also perfect. A slender waist, hips just right for gripping with your hands, soft and large breasts. Even my skin had a fragrant scent.

But there was one terrible flaw that offset all these advantages.

“I, I don’t need anything like that. Really.”

Lifeless, rotten eyes.

“How can a woman who will become a noblewoman not have a single dress? Pick as much as you want. I have money to burn.”

“Ugh…”

Even if I, I wear a dress… It wouldn’t suit me very well.

Shuriel-nim didn’t take my ‘Really?’ as a definite answer, and I was dragged to a clothing store. Just imagining myself in a dress filled me with disgust, and I was silent for a moment, which he mistook for hesitation.

I swallowed hard, looking at the dress displays in the distance. Victorian? Rococo? Regency? Judging by the designs, it was closer to Rococo.

Luxurious and flamboyant dresses were lined up in the display. I couldn’t pinpoint the era. Clothes that were a mix of different eras. Maybe this place was an alternate Earth. I know it’s pointless to compare this world to Earth, but…

―Ttang!

…Originally, when you’re in a hurry, you tend to have a lot of random thoughts.

“Welcome, customer!”

In the end, I was helplessly dragged along.

“What kind of clothes… Oh my! Young Master?!”

The slightly younger-looking owner was startled and straightened her back. Shuriel Lushellini, the son of Lushellini, had come to the store. The West was full of beggars who didn’t even know who the lord of their territory was-but the owner of an expensive clothing store in the East, who played with money in gold coins, couldn’t possibly not recognize Shuriel-nim.

“What brings such a precious person here…?”

“I came to buy clothes, so show me around.”

“Yes, yes!”

But the owner hesitated to guide him, only looking at Shuriel-nim. After all, this was a women’s store. Shuriel-nim pouted and pointed behind him. Towards me, still unable to take a step from the door, fidgeting.

“Isn’t she behind me? Yujin. Come and pick something out. Don’t worry about the money.”

I wanted to run away immediately, but I couldn’t disobey an order. I walked towards the owner with a dejected face.

“…Oh my!”

At that moment, the owner, who had been stuttering in fear, widened her eyes. She was restraining herself from running wild in front of Shuriel-nim, but I could read the desire in her eyes. She wanted to dress me up. I could feel that desire.

“Hoho… Customer, would you like to come this way? You have such a beautiful face. You’ve come to the right place.”

An artificial smile.

She showed me the display dresses and said.

“What kind of dress are you looking for? Socializing, dancing, tea parties, seasonal mourning clothes, etc. We have a variety.”

It’s no use explaining like that. I hesitated to pick a dress, fidgeting. All of them were unfamiliar. The only one I was familiar with was the wedding dress… Ugh. What am I thinking? Anyway.

It’s embarrassing, but all I could think about were lewd thoughts. I wouldn’t always be wearing dresses, and at most I’d only wear them in front of Shuriel-nim. Then, then. Of course, I couldn’t help but think that way. After all, I’d definitely be torn apart and fucked like a dog in the nude.

“…Is there anything easy to take off?”

A question asked from a very ‘that kind of’ perspective.

“Oh my…”

I realized what I had asked 5 seconds after I said it.

The owner’s gaze went to my lower abdomen. My belly was noticeably bulging, naturally attracting attention. It was because I hadn’t been able to release my semen after rushing out of the back alley, but there was no way the owner could know that. I squeezed my eyes shut and regretted my mistake.

“…Would you like to come this way for a moment? Ah, Young Master, please wait there for a moment.”

The owner, who had misunderstood the intention, or rather, understood it accurately, grabbed my arm without giving me time to explain.

―Chwareureuk!

Deep inside the store, a huge curtain was drawn in a place that looked secretive, and a shameful and secret paradise unfolded.

From bras with semi-transparent frilly lace to panties with holes in the crotch, to see-through dresses that showed everything. The clothes lined up here had three things in common: they were semi-transparent, had holes, and were extremely short. In particular, the underwear sets with holes in the nipples and vagina were blatant sex outfits.

“A lot of young ladies who come to sightsee ask me. What should I wear to seduce a man?”

“I, I’m――”

“But inexperienced young ladies who haven’t even held hands don’t come to me. What they want is a sure victory. When they’ve almost won, they put a wedge in so they can never leave. You know what I mean.”

She cut me off and went deeper inside. The level of the clothes started to get more intense. I couldn’t call those underwear. How could I call something that only had a thin strand of fabric digging into the genitals underwear? It was just like putting a few small pieces of cloth on a naked body.

She laughed at my embarrassment.

“Let’s be honest. That belly, it’s the Young Master’s baby, right?”

“W, well, it is, but.”

“I knew it! So you’re the main character of the rumors. Hmm…! Indeed, it’s understandable!”

…The rumors have already spread? Well, it’s not that strange, I guess. After all, we’ve been walking around outside together for days. Those who know will know. I swallowed hard and just watched. The owner looked at my red face as if I was cute, and then suggested another option.

“…Or there are ordinary ones too. Shall I guide you there?”

B, but still.

“…”

…Maybe this is more familiar than the incomprehensible dresses outside.

* * *

I chose a black dress that I didn’t know if it was a casual outfit or a mourning dress. An off-shoulder dress that was a mix of Victorian and Rococo styles. I ordered both with and without a pannier to puff up the skirt.

Normally, I would have to order it custom-made, but luckily there was a dress that fit my size. Apparently, it was a popular store for young ladies who were short like me.

As soon as I tried it on, I felt like my already cold impression had become even colder. My eyes were already rotten and exuding a cold atmosphere, and with the dress being black, even I thought I was exuding a plausible aura. It felt like a villainous young lady from the subculture world.

I personally liked it. Bright colors like white or pink didn’t suit me. It seemed better to push this image to the end.

‘Even if blood gets on it, it won’t be very noticeable.’

Shuriel-nim.

He was quite disappointed that he hadn’t been able to buy me anything while we were together. He hadn’t had a chance because he was horny before he could do anything. Embarrassingly, that was the truth. If I kept going and fainting, I’d arrive at the mansion before I knew it.

So he was trying to buy me something, even if it was by force. That was why he went straight to the clothing store even though I was showing resistance.

I hugged the bag full of clothes tightly and walked down the street with quick steps. Shuriel-nim was disappointed that he hadn’t spent as much money as he thought he would, and said.

“I didn’t spend as much money as I thought I would. How many outfits did you say you bought?”

“Two outfits, one for socializing and one for casual wear, and then…”

“And then?”

“…I’ll tell you about that later.”

Shuriel-nim looked at me strangely, as I desperately refused to let him carry the bag. But he wasn’t the kind of person who would forcibly take something from me if I didn’t want him to. If it was Yujin, there must be a reason. He was considerate of me.

Ah, damn it.

I shouldn’t have been tempted by the owner’s words.

To be honest, I didn’t even look at underwear like C-strings or teabags because they were too slutty. It’s funny to divide them into onaholes and sluts, but that’s not the direction I’m pursuing. I had to be able to fulfill my role as an onahole anytime, anywhere. On the outside, I looked normal, but on the inside, I was already a submissive female who had finished all the preparations.

I bought a set of underwear with a lot of frills. The pure white underwear, as white as a wedding dress, had a large hole in the important area. It exposed my vagina so that I could be fucked right away if I lifted my skirt, and it exposed my nipples so that I could suck my breasts right away if I lowered the shoulder straps. The intention was obvious, but that’s why the destructive power was stronger.

‘…I can never tell him.’

But.

Unlike my head, which was struggling to not show it, this lewd body was already wet just thinking about the reaction after wearing it.

“…I’ll show you when we get to the mansion.”

I tried to act like it was nothing and maintain my composure, but I couldn’t help but smile and make a blank expression.

“Hehe…”

I.

I had no resistance.

To me, who lived each day with self-hatred, this feeling was like a well to a thirsty person. A gift. It’s a gift. A gift just for me. I wanted to wear it quickly.

Suddenly, I wondered if I was being too easy. What kind of woman would be so happy to receive just one gift? What kind of woman would give away her heart and everything else just because she was given a few kind words? Even if I had a slave brand, there was a limit. But… I felt like it was okay to be easy with him. This was my true feelings, not as a slave. It was a decision I made after much deliberation.

But.

―Oh my, who is this?

A voice I had never heard before flew towards us.

“Ah, damn it…”

Shuriel-nim’s face contorted as if he knew who the owner of the voice was. I didn’t know what was going on, so I followed the voice and shifted my gaze. And there―

“…Lael. You need to lower your voice. This is not our territory.”

―A languid face that made me wonder if her eyes were open or closed. A brown-haired woman wearing a nun’s habit over iron armor, in a truly inquisitorial outfit.

“…He ignored my letters, but what was he doing? He’s playing around with a woman? Oh my, oh my. How could God make such a guy his agent?”

There was a young man with ash-colored hair. He had a cross-shaped earring on his right ear and silver square glasses on his face, giving him a model student-like impression, but he couldn’t erase his unique rough aura.

“…Prukaise.”

I.

When I heard Shuriel-nim’s murmur, I couldn’t help but widen my eyes and open my mouth.

“Lael… I thought you were dispatched to the South?”

“I finished two days ago and returned. Didn’t you even know that? I even sent you a letter, how disappointing.”

“…”

“…Is that true?”

Lael Prukaise, Pawin Angrid.

The two agents who wrote me the letters of recommendation had come to find Shuriel-nim.