"Is this the right place?" Though Anselm harbored reservations, he chose to respect Yura's choices, thinking that it may be her desire to shop for clothing that guided their decision.
They had been strolling through the streets for quite a while, and finally, Yura decided to cap off her reward time with a shopping spree for clothes.
The woman clung closely to Anselm's arm, whispering softly into his ear with a gentle breath.
"Master, while I was at that bastard's manor, I overheard the other sisters mention that the changing rooms in this shop..."
"...have very good ~soundproofing~"
"...I'm not that 'desperate' yet," Anselm looked somewhat helplessly at the alluring gaze of her dark eyes. "You should make the most of your deserved reward time, Yura."
"But this is exactly what I want as my reward, Master... the most meaningful one."
The nimble fingers that could dance on the piano keys quietly slipped beneath Anselm's clothes, gently scratching at his abdomen like a playful kitten. Along with the warm, moist breath that fanned against his neck, she skillfully stoked the flames within him.
"I want you to guide me to bliss by Miss Sitana's side."
Miss Nanaga, resting her chin on Anselm's shoulder, trembled with delight just from uttering those words.
"Please... my wicked Devil, my merciful Lord, please fulfill my humble desire."
The upright young master Anselm sighed, "Since you've pleaded so, how can a devil refuse his devotee?"
"What are you two mumbling about over there--Ugh!"
Standing with her arms crossed on the sidewalk, Miss Sitana was zapped once again; today marked the twelfth time she had been shocked. If she could keep this number, it would mean she was shocked four times less than yesterday, a significant improvement indeed.
"Come in together, Sitana," Anselm invited, his arm wrapped around Yura's waist as he glanced at Sitana, who was stomping her foot in frustration.
"I'm not buying! I've got no interest in these dresses!"
"But your figure is quite similar to Malena's, don't you think you could help your sister pick out a few pieces?"
Anselm's lips curled into a smile as he played a card that Sitana simply couldn't refuse.
The young wolf with snowy hair paused, glancing at the dresses in the store window, as if envisioning her sister Malena in those outfits.
"Well... I guess it wouldn't be a bad idea," she stammered, clearing her throat awkwardly. "Consider the money as something I owe you."
"Consider it a gift from me to Miss Malena, I'm in a good mood today,"
Anselm glanced down at Yura, who had nestled into his embrace and was beginning to breathe softly and unevenly.
"A gift for Lena..." Upon hearing this, Sitana immediately became alert. "What are you up to?"
The young noble found the girl's wary expression quite amusing, but he refrained from saying more, simply shrugging, "Well then, keep owing me, Miss Sitana, but be careful not to end up unable to repay."
"Ha, that's a real punchline."
With a toss of her head, Sitana strode into the clothing store first, chin up and exuding an air of confidence.
Despite the barbaric aura that still clung to her, the clothes that Anselm had commissioned and were expertly crafted by Bernal in just a day were clearly of exceptional quality. With her appearance at least somewhat tidied up, Sitana, as long as she kept her mouth shut, was the epitome of a perfect, celibate type of beauty.
Immediately, a shop assistant greeted her with a smile, and Sitana didn't hesitate, turning to look at Anselm and asking, "Hyd—Boss, how many pieces can I get?"
To avoid making the date boring, Anselm had used alchemy potion for a simple disguise. After all, everyone in the entire City of Scarletfrost, and even the Scarletfrost territory, knew that the handsome young man with golden hair as bright as the sun and eyes clearer than the sea was none other than Lord Hydra.
Although Sitana had been instructed not to, she still called out "Hydra" several times during the date. As for the consequences, they were self-evident, but at least she was now able to catch herself before it was too late.
"Thirty minutes," Anselm said, waving his hand. "Pick out whatever you like within that time, and you can take it all with you."
Sitana rarely asked Anselm "Really?" anymore. In her eyes, despite all his uncountable flaws, at least his generosity was genuine.
The young girl eagerly wandered around the store, while Yura, who was skilled at dressing herself, quickly selected several pieces of clothing and, swaying her figure, headed towards the changing rooms at the back of the shop.
On the other hand, Sitana, who had never been given the permission to "buy whatever you want," was extremely unrestrained. She grabbed any clothes that caught her eye, leaving the sales assistant sweating profusely. If it weren't for the extraordinary demeanor of the young noble who had entered the store, she would have suspected that the girl in front of her was there to rob the place.
"Hmm... that should be enough. Where are your changing rooms? I need to try these on."
With a pile of clothes almost as tall as her head, Sitana tilted her head and asked:
"They're, uh, inside," the sales assistant replied, her smile twitching as she gestured towards the direction, "over there."
"♪~♪~♪~"
The girl happily hummed a strange tune and strode towards the changing rooms.
She first pulled on the handle of the first door, which didn't open, and quickly realized, "Yura, are you changing in there?"
"Yes... changing," came the faint reply from inside the door. If it weren't for Sitana's exceptional hearing, she might not have heard it clearly.
"Haven't seen you in a bit, what's taking so long with the clothes?"
She opened the adjacent changing room and stepped inside, asking loudly.
"Because the clothes I chose are a bit... hehe... difficult to change."
"Difficult to change? What's so difficult about changing clothes...Achoo!" Sitana retorted, then couldn't help but sneeze.
With a look of complaint, she rubbed her nose and grumbled, "Damn it, the perfume smell is so strong. What's wrong with this store? My nose is going to be ruined."
"It's difficult to change because... it's too, um, tight, you know..."
"...Tight?" Sitana paused, struggling to pull a dress over her head, "But you're not even fat."
"Maybe I'm just... too confident in myself."
Listening to the fluctuating and wavering voice from the adjacent changing room, Sitana found it strange how women could be so obsessed with beauty. If the clothes didn't fit, why force them on? Wasn't it just torturing yourself?
"Well then, take your time and keep trying. I won't disturb you,"
"...No, please, Miss Sitana, let's keep chatting."
Sitana looked at herself in the mirror, wearing a long dress, and began to imagine her sister's appearance. She casually replied, "Sure, I don't mind, what do you want to talk about?"
"Miss Sitana, you were also brought to Scarletfrost City by the Scarletfrost Earl, weren't you?"
"Tsk, can we not mention that fat pig?" Sitana replied with clear displeasure, clicking her tongue. "Yeah, some prick claiming to be under the Earl rolled into our village, trying to snatch my sister. I wasn't about to let that slide, so I tagged along—I wasn't dragged here, got it? I could've kicked their asses, but I didn't want to bring trouble to the village."
"And then, sent to Master?"
"...I'm not quite sure what went down that day."
The young girl deliberately avoided this topic; she didn't want to mention in front of the other woman how she and her sister were stripped naked and thrown onto Anselm's bed.
"I'm just like you, Miss Sitana, but I was taken by him quite early, probably around... two years ago,"
Miss Yura, who had been struggling with her clothes in the adjacent changing room, paused to catch her breath before continuing, "I was imprisoned and trained to be a tool for him to curry favor with nobles."
"...Hmph! That bastard, it's too good for him to just smash his pig face!"
Sitana angrily pounded the wall.
Yura quickly consoled her, "I was fortunate, probably because I... ah... was of high quality. As a... precious tool, I was meant to be presented to important figures, so I didn't have a terribly miserable life."
"Important figures... hold up!" Sitana suddenly realized, incredulously, "Are you talking about Hydra? That Scarletfrost Earl sent my sister and me to him, and you too?"
"Is that creep some kind of lust demon!”
"Hehehe... Miss Sitana," Yura giggled, "If Master was that kind of person, what do you think would have happened to you and your sister by now?"
Sitana, having just slipped into a new dress, hesitated for two seconds before muttering, "Yeah, I suppose. He does seem quite serious in that regard, never giving me and my sister those sleazy looks."
Even at that time when she was completely undressed, his gaze never became particularly… lewd—Sitana definitely wouldn't say this out loud.
After saying this, Sitana seemed to hear a light, joyful chuckle coming from Yura's direction.
"Indeed, Master is a very~ serious person, mm-hmm."
"You've really had it tough too, Yura," Sitana said, standing in front of the mirror with her hands on her hips, then twirling around, trying to strike a girlish pose. But as she looked at herself, she felt the urge to smash the mirror with her fist, and in her frustration, she added, "That jerk is so annoying, how come you seem to like him so much?"
"Because Master saved me, Miss Sitana. He gave me a new life, he showed me... UHH!!"
The sudden raised voice from the other side of the wall startled Sitana, who asked with concern, "Are you okay? Why is changing clothes turning into such a scene?"
"...Finally, completely on."
"Ugh... is it really necessary to go through so much trouble?"
Yura sighed softly, "This is the path one must take to become a lady, Miss Sitana."
Sitana laughed with a carefree attitude, "Ha, that's none of my business. I'm not planning on being a lady."
"I think you'll yearn to become a lady in the future, Miss Sitana," Yura said with a mysterious smile, "Once you've tasted that pleasure."
"???" Poor Miss Sitana was left with a head full of question marks, completely baffled by what Yura was talking about.
In any case, she felt like she was being tortured by these clothes, all thanks to Hydra!
"Tricking me into trying on clothes, that jerk probably just wants to amuse himself, waiting to mock me after I change into this dress," the girl muttered suspiciously.
The very next second, the electric current that surged through her neck immediately made her body go limp, causing her to instinctively brace her hands against the wall.
"Hyd...ra!" Sitana, with her back arched and hands propped against the wall, gritted her teeth in anger, "You damn pervert, are you spying on me?"
"Miss Sitana? What's wrong?"
"That nutcase is shocking me again! Ughhhh—!"
"Hehe... Master is very sensitive to malice, even if he's sitting outside, he can sense when you're speaking ill of him."
"I didn't—ugh!"
Sitana realized that Hydra, that bastard, had concealed information about the collar. Not only could he control the intensity of the electric current, but he could also control its direction. That's why every time she was shocked, it never harmed her internal organs; the current only traveled through her muscles. Sometimes... sometimes it even went to strange places!
This time, the location it targeted was particularly peculiar.
Sitana immediately covered her mouth with one hand and supported herself against the wall with the other. Her upper body, due to the frequent electric shocks, was forced to bend forward almost ninety degrees, her soft back and waist tightly arched.
Unbeknownst to her, on the other side of the wall, the gentle and friendly Miss Yura was also in the same posture.
The two of them were separated by just a wall.
"Huff... huff..."
After the numbness and tremors subsided, Sitana gasped heavily, her cheeks flushed red with a mix of anger and embarrassment, a blend that only she could truly understand.
"You son of a whore... Hydra... you better... wait."
Exhausted, Sitana slumped to the floor, panting, then knocked on the wall, "Yura, are you done? Can you come help me? That jerk shocked me numb, can you check if these clothes suit my sister?"
"Uh... uh... I'll be... right there..."
"Oh, are you undressing? If it's that hard, don't push yourself to wear those clothes."
But the other side had no strength left to speak, only the very faint, suppressed sound of gasped breathing could be heard.
After about five minutes, Yura, with a flushed face, slipped into Sitana's changing room, looking surprised, "Why... are there so many clothes?"
"He said I could take as many as I want, so why the hell should I hold back for him!" Sitana pouted, pulling Yura's hand to stand up.
"Um... then, Miss Sitana, you should take off your clothes first."
Sitana glanced at Yura a couple of times, didn't think much, and simply stripped naked.
"Miss Malena's figure is quite similar to yours, Miss Sitana, isn't it?"
"Pretty much, though she's a bit chubbier than me, with a little extra softness around the waist and tummy—but don't you dare tell her I said that, she'll clobber me!"
Yura, extremely envious, gently stroked Sitana's defined abs, "You've got such a stunning figure, Miss Sitana. Any girl would pale in comparison. It's not Miss Malena's fault she doesn't have your build."
"Hehe, I'm confident about that for sure!"
Yura smiled kindly and silently, then began to select clothes for Sitana, or rather, for Malena. With her experienced and discerning eye, she quickly found several impeccable dresses among the pile Sitana had brought. When worn by Sitana, they each exuded a gentle and sweet charm.
"...It's really nice."
Watching the surprised girl in the mirror twirling around, the woman with lifeless eyes whispered.
"It's truly beautiful, Miss Sitana."
"Hehe, really? Then I'll thank you on behalf of Lena. You have a great eye, Yu... Yura?"
Before Sitana could finish her sentence, the woman behind her suddenly hugged her.
"Wh-what are you doing?" the young girl asked, clearly flustered, "What's going on?"
"Why do you reject Master, Miss Sitana?"
Yura whispered softly, "How I wish I could be like you, to receive Master's unconditional gaze and grace."
Completely baffled, Sitana looked utterly confused, "What the hell are you talking about? What gaze, what grace? What has Hydra done? Has he been bullying you?"
"...No, it's nothing, please consider it my delusional ramblings."
Yura quickly let go, offering a faint smile, "Time is almost up, Miss Sitana. I think these few pieces should be enough. Too many, and Miss Malena might not even accept them, right?"
Although still unclear about what had just happened, Sitana's personality and brain capacity meant she wouldn't dwell on things that her intuition didn't warn her about. So, after scratching her head, the young girl nodded and left, carrying the clothes.
Outside, Anselm smiled as he watched Sitana strut with an air of superiority, "You had the sales assistant scared with your determination to take the whole store, Miss Sitana."
"Don't make me out to be a damn robber!I haven't settled—"
"Hm?" Anselm raised his hand to touch his neck, "Settle what? A score?"
Sitana's body jerked suddenly, and even without being shocked, she reflexively twitched slightly.
"You!"
The young wolf, filled with a mix of sorrow and anger, could only swallow her grievances, planning to pour her heart out to her sister once they returned.
Yura quietly watched the natural interaction between Anselm and Sitana, her dark eyes showing no emotion.
"My musician Lady." The voice that made Yura intoxicated whispered in her ear, "Are you happy today?"
He looked at her gently.
"Yes," the woman who had been reborn from the abyss replied, lifting her skirt to curtsy and offering her devil a sweet and blissful smile.
"As long as I am by your side, my anticipation for tomorrow always surpasses that of today."
Her lifeless eyes spoke volumes of her deep adoration and madness.
Author's Note:
ps:
I originally planned to write about the supernatural system during the transitional part, but then I thought it's never too late to write about that. Instead, I might as well include a thrilling episode, anyway, there's no explicit description, it's quite innocent.
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Lmao the collar also works as a vibrator. This is peak
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