For Sale. Fallen Lady. Never Used.

Chapter 223: Rest (6)

Chapter 223: Rest (6)

Leaving your own fashion choices to someone else.

It’s truly lamentable, but when I think about it, I did the same when I was a newbie.

I often asked questions like “What’s that outfit?” on avatar brag screenshots posted by veterans.

Back when I didn’t know what clothes were available, what looked good, or even the basic dyeing system.

There was one veteran player who helped me a lot during that time.

Thanks to them, I successfully got into fashion customization just after completing my first playthrough and browsing strategy cafes.

...It would have been a great memory if that person hadn’t turned out to be a netkama.1

Even now, thinking about the love triangle (all men) involving the admin that led to the official café’s downfall makes me shiver.

“Yandel? Why are you suddenly trembling? It’s not even cold with the sun shining brightly.”

“It’s nothing. I’m fine now.”Upstodatee from n(0)/ve/lbIn/.(co/m

I shook my head, burying the past memories in a corner of my mind, and turned my gaze to Elisha’s clear, sky-blue eyes.

“So, you wanted me to choose a swimsuit, right?”

“Oh? I didn’t say that, but I’d appreciate it if you did.”

Having just become a mid-level magician, and with her confidence sky-high, Elisha struck a pose.

She stepped forward with one leg, shoulders back, left hand on her waist, and right hand behind her head.

In other words, a pose that emphasized her chest and legs.

She claims she didn’t say anything, but she sure knows how to flaunt her body.

I chuckled and looked at Elisha before speaking.

“Elisha, why don’t you try this on?”

“This is... huh?”

Elisha’s jaw dropped as she took the slingshot swimsuit I handed her. Soon, betrayal filled her dazed eyes.

“Yandel! You said there’s a difference between what’s sexy and what suits someone!”

“Yeah, I did. But this suits you well.”

“You mean to say that revealing clothes suit me more?!”

“Right. But I mean clothes that show off your body, not just sexy ones. There’s a big difference.”

“...Explain how they are different.”

Elisha crossed her arms and made a sullen face. Was she warning me that she’d get upset if she didn’t like my explanation?

But my decision was serious.

“Elisha, you know your body is beautiful and take pride in it.”

“Ugh...”

Hearing it directly must have made her a bit embarrassed. Elisha’s neck turned red, and her momentum slightly decreased.

“Of course, it makes sense. You grew up among elves, who are generally slim.”

High Elves are born with an enormous amount of vitality, which makes their already long lifespans even longer.

If they’re born with even more vitality, they develop well like Elisha or don’t age at all like Iris.

“An alluring figure, a high nose that makes you feel the world is yours, and a confident demeanor in a good sense. Naturally, clothes that actively show off your curves suit you.”

While happily considering my options and planning the next steps, Faye, who had been hiding in a corner with only nipple patches and a thong, pulled my finger.

“Junior... you thought this was the end, didn’t you?”

“It really is the end. Helena is busy, so no one else is coming.”

“No. There’s still one more person. The most important one.”

With a meaningful tone, Faye pulled out a large number of men’s swimsuits from her spatial pouch.

“Why do you have these?”

“For the same reason as you, of course.”

Faye grinned mischievously, clearly having waited for this moment.

No wonder she had so readily agreed to the nipple patches despite her previous antics.

“You were planning to make me wear something too...!”

“Exactly! I’ve been preparing for this ever since we started talking about tanning cream!”

“...This is embezzlement of funds.”

“Oh.”

Faye scratched the back of her head with an embarrassed look, causing her breasts to jostle freely.

Without the support of underwear, they shook quite a bit.

While I was momentarily distracted by Faye’s chest, Iona sneaked up behind me and locked her arms around my shoulders, interlocking her fingers at my nape.

I was quickly restrained, and Faye grinned wickedly as she started stripping off my clothes.

“Hehehe... Just stay still for a moment, Junior!”

“Aaaaah! At least let me choose what I wear!”

“No! I’ve already decided on something perfect for you now that your skin is tanned and you look a bit roguish!”

Faye pulled out a loose pair of swim trunks, an aloha shirt, and sunglasses from the pile of clothes.

I twisted and struggled at the ominous combination, but...

With Iona using Blood Force to hold me down, I had no choice but to let them dress me.

I examined the man reflected in the mirror.

Jet-black hair without a hint of gray. Noble purple eyes. But now combined with a mischievous expression, solid muscles, and tanned skin?

The image transformed into a delinquent who looked like he relied on his family’s wealth to cause trouble.

Such a guy was now wearing a floral aloha shirt, sunglasses, and loose swim trunks.

“...It looks annoyingly good.”

I looked exactly like a beach-going, tanned delinquent.

I sighed deeply and stepped outside the villa. It seemed I was the last to come out, as the women greeted me.

Seeing each of them in different swimsuits brightened my previously gloomy mood.

“This is the life.”

After all the hard work, it’s okay to relax today.

TL/N: A man pretending to be a woman online. ️