[Interlude 1] How could I possibly show it to you? !

"Quil?"

“……”

"Hello?"

"Sorry, I was distracted just now."

"So do you remember this move?"

“…………”

"Can you hear me?"

“…Remember, remember, it’s like this, right?”

"Well, as a beginner, it's not a big problem. It's getting late, so let's stop here for today."

“………………Ahh, thank you Miss Linta!”

"See you at the same time the day after tomorrow."

****

After finishing dinner with Sena as usual, the red-haired girl with a flower ornament on her hair shook off her coat, took off the scabbard from her belt, stood firmly by the door, and sat back on the bed in the dim room. She crossed her hands and placed them on her forehead, her bangs messily overflowing from her fingers, and her face flushed. "What's wrong with that guy recently..." She recalled the scene of teaching Quill basic swordsmanship today, and tried her best to focus her mind on the young man with a neutral face and black hair, intending to see where Quill's eyes were looking when he was in a daze... and the result was exactly what she expected.

"Is that so!" After yelling at the mirror like a spoiled child, Linta untied her hairpin, took off her hairband, crossed her arms and shook her ponytail, then unhooked her bra clasp through the thin shirt that exposed her shoulders, and pulled it up together. In an instant, two small but well-shaped breasts popped out from the corner of her clothes, hanging like jelly and swaying slightly. With her upper body naked, she grabbed a handful of hair with one hand, pulled it around her neck and in front of her, and reached the bony protrusion behind her neck with the other hand, gritted her teeth, and rubbed the delicate skin around her with her fingertips, and then with a "pop!", a rectangular metal piece the size of a little fingertip, shining with dazzling silver light, suddenly rose from her skin.

She clamped the silver square between her two fingers, twisted her body and slid her arms down. Her smooth back was torn apart along the middle line like a cocoon breaking out. More silver light flashed in the gap, and a large area of ​​rough skin with angles supported by muscles could be seen. Because it was in the shadow, the color looked much darker. Then she bent her arm and inserted her fingers into the gap. The blue light that escaped illuminated the edge and then explored the depth. After a while, the inside of her neck was stretched out by her fingers. Wrinkles began to grow from the front to the tragus, cheeks, and nose wings, and finally merged between the eyelids and eyebrows.

"Huh!" A few golden threads were first pulled out from the cracks in the twisted skin, followed by more bright yellow and large blocks of white and orange... Finally, a pair of tough facial features that were completely different from Linta's were covered with star-like hot mist and exposed to the slightly cool air of early autumn.

Ian shook his head as he squeezed his head out of the girl's body. His long bangs fell naturally, covering his pale blue eyes. "Although I had set up many rules and regulations with that guy before, he is still an adolescent man, just like what Sister Sena said, not to mention..." Ian put the red hair that was in the way of the neckline on his shoulders and looked down. If you ignore the soft flesh on your chest, the most eye-catching thing is the plump thighs half covered by white cotton stockings under the short skirt. "You shouldn't continue to wear this autumn outfit that the young lady gave you in the name of maintaining your first impression. It's too conspicuous." Under his will, Linta's pair of slender legs flexed and stretched, shaking, the soft fat on her thighs squeezed and deformed during the movement, and the edge of the socks left a charming mark... This action made his lower body react faintly.

"When I questioned him before, he actually said something like 'I like thighs especially'..." Ian pinched his thigh hard, stood there in a daze, biting his lower lip without realizing it. He didn't move for nearly ten seconds, then he kicked his legs hard, fell backwards on the bed with a thud, and began to ravage his hair crazily, then suddenly grabbed the empty hood on his chest, pushed his bangs up, and buried his face hard.

When her reddish-brown eyes regained their luster, Linta bit her lip again, threw off her home shoes, turned sideways, hugged the newly added thick quilt beside her and clamped it between her legs, her face became even redder. "I didn't sweat today... so I won't take a shower..." She finished her whisper to herself, unfastened the buckle of the skirt above her navel with one hand, threw it casually to the corner of the bed, then untied the knot at the edge of the socks, alternately took off most of the socks with her legs relying on friction, and finally flexibly grabbed the tip with her toes to pull off the socks and pull them to the edge of the skirt.

"Anyway, these are just my subjective conjectures, without any actual evidence to support them. Besides, I have something to do at the protective gear store tomorrow, so it won't be too late to make a conclusion then." Linta pressed her face against the pillow, spread her toes in a fan shape, and waved them up and down to dissipate the little heat that remained in the gaps. Once her feet were cool, she felt much more refreshed, and her anxiety calmed down a lot.

"Then let's talk about it tomorrow..." Just like that, the red-haired girl, who was only left with a pair of gray satin panties on her body, stretched lazily, used her hands and feet to flutter open the quilt, covered her nose and below, closed her eyes and indulged in a wonderful sleep.

"ah!"

Then, when he turned over unconsciously, he was hit by something hard and it hurt. Only then did he react and sit up to zip up his pants.

***

“Welcome to visit us again…”

The black-haired young man standing behind the counter saw off the customer, and his back instantly lost strength, hunched like a shrimp, and his face was almost flat on the table, completely lifeless. Quill was originally a manual laborer, and his muscles were actually quite strong under his loose clothes. But yesterday, after experiencing Linta's hellish special training for the first time, even with his physical strength, he couldn't avoid back pain.

However, before he could even feel the warmth in his face, the crisp ringing of the welcome bell woke him up. He adjusted the string of his apron with the smallest movement, winked and put on a bright smile to show it to the door.

"Hello, what can I do for you? Armor is on the left, weapons are on the right, and accessories are hung on..."

"I don't have anything I want to buy for now..." Linta said this indifferently, which was completely to ruin the party. As soon as she stepped into the door, she lifted her hood, revealing her waist-length maroon ponytail.

"Ah, hey, hey!! Lin! Miss Linta, you! Why are you here! Why are you dressed like this!!" Quill stiffened his body as if in response to stress, and his mouth spurted out word after word as if it was on a spring, staring at the young girl who had wrapped herself in a gray linen ball with his eyes wide open.

"This shop has a custom-made business." Linta stepped forward, tapping her heels, and took something out of her pocket and slapped it on the counter. "Here are the drawings and the payment. Can you finish it within three days?"

"This is... um... about two days." After spending five seconds unfolding and flipping through the blueprint, Quill put his hand on his chin. Although he spoke a little haltingly, his tone was firm.

"Then I'll leave it to you."

“Okay…Okay.”

"As for clothing, this is my regular attire now."

Linta took two steps back and twisted her body to show her clothes. She wore a long gray-black dress that looked like it was originally made for giants. The result of this huge thing covering her slender body was that every joint had layers of awkward folds, so that she couldn't even pull her sleeves out. The huge hood collapsed behind her collar, and the bulging pockets in front of her body were swollen here and there, with no shape at all. Although the lower body was somewhat shaped by the women's over-the-knee boots, the patches of armor plates on it and the hemp pants stuffed into the boots made it look really bad. In other words, if it weren't for her cute face, even if she would take a second look at it because of the visual impact at first glance, she would never take a third look... a kind of ostentatious low-presence.

Because they had known each other for a long time, Quill had no impression of Linta and was obviously shocked. He couldn't understand why Miss Linta, whom he loved, dressed so reservedly, and he couldn't understand why she had to dress so politely for him! The chain of suspicion stretched for a long time in his mind, but in the end, due to his lack of expression and the barrier of shame, he was blocked from saying anything...except for the first and most straightforward sentence:

"Ms. Linta, you looked much cuter in that outfit before..." Quill scratched his face, then immediately lowered his head and looked away from the table.

"I was **** to wear that." Linta chuckled, tugged at the hem of her clothes, and then stared at Quill. "You really prefer skirts, right?"

“…………Yes…No, it’s not!! No! Miss Linta, you look…well-off even like this…” Quey’s ears turned red immediately, and he pulled the drawing flat to cover his entire face. His body sank smoothly as if there was an elevator under the counter, and in the end, only his chest could be seen by the sun.

"Thank you for the compliment." It seemed that because her pragmatic outfit was recognized by others for the first time, Linta couldn't help but smile. She turned around and paced, but she didn't walk towards the store door, but strolled to the armor display area.

"And...that! Remuneration! I don't need it for now. I want to accept the commission in my personal capacity...after all, I haven't even paid the tuition yet..." Quill put down the drawings, his Adam's apple throbbing, and rushed out of the reception area with gritted teeth. He bent over and handed the purse containing the reward to Linta with both hands.

"I agree to take you in as my apprentice on a personal basis, so you don't need to pay tuition for now." Linta took the purse from his hand, put it on his head, patted it twice, and turned to smile.

"Ms. Linta..."

"Oh right! I've always been curious, can this really be sold?" Ignoring Quill's admiring gaze, Linta moved to the corner window, raised her buttocks, and touched the contents - the bikini armor made of carbon steel bit by bit. She once thought that only those romantic female adventurers would buy such a strange thing to catch golden turtles, but later, in order to protect herself, she carefully observed and summarized the habits of those people, and then completely denied this concept. After all, although the design of this armor looks very flamboyant and sexy, with a high degree of exposure, the parts that can arouse desire are also specially designed to emphasize. But if you really wear it on your body... you will only be regarded as a clown by acquaintances and degraded as a freak by strangers. Moreover, it is much more troublesome than clothes when it comes to light combat needs.

"This can't be sold... and I have no intention of selling it." After recovering from his shock, Quill took off the purse and put it around his waist, explaining calmly.

"Then why is it placed in such a prominent position?"

"Master said that it can attract male customers to the store, and if they come in with this reason, they will feel ashamed if they don't buy something, so it can increase sales! ... The master here refers to the store manager!" Quill patted his chest and his tone became excited! It seems that he is really the kind of dangerous character who is very easy to admire others... But in this case, Linta also admires the boss who has excellent business acumen.

Linta followed Quill and looked at a few more items, but in the end she didn't buy anything, just going through the motions. Back at the counter, she verbally explained the contents of the commission, waved to Quill, and quietly slipped to the door, her hand on the door handle, "Then I'll leave first."

"Um...are you leaving now?"

"Is there anything else that is unclear?"

"No, no more! ...That's right... Welcome to come again!"

"I also wish your store a prosperous business."

The bell rang and fell, and Linta strolled on the deserted commercial street at noon. She was delighted that Quill's words and actions were exactly as she expected. Her steps gradually quickened, and her heels made crisp sounds, as if she could jump up at any time... Then she fell into greater distress and stopped where she was. Because in this series of close encounters, no matter how deliberately she made small movements such as pulling the boots, pressing the corners of her clothes, and bending her waist to guide her eyes, Quill never stared at her lower body, not once! That means that he was indeed distracted by the skin exposed under his skirt the day before, and he was indeed staring at her thighs, and he was indeed examining her body with an erotic eye! A strong sense of shame swelled up on her face, and it was obviously red and hot, and the hot wind blowing on her face was mistaken by her nerves as cold.

I can't go on like this! She was so determined. But when she got home and worked hard, at night, she began to doubt herself and felt uneasy.

So a few more hours passed...

The blond young man in his home robe pushed away the creaking wooden chair, rubbed his hair and stood up, placed his polished silver sword next to the table leg, and then threw it onto the bed without any effort. After a moment of silence, he pulled out his arm from under his head, and slowly turned to look at the red-haired girl who was lying lazily beside him and had become empty.

Unlike her usual naked state, Linta's current state was that her inner lining had been taken away, leaving only a layer of skin with exquisite facial features. But it was also different from before she was neatly packed into the box. The autumn outfit that Senna matched, except for shoes and jewelry, was still well covered on her body, but because there was no support, it was also wrinkled, with only her breasts, which still had some volume, slightly bulging.

"What should I do..." Ian reviewed the process of changing her clothes, turned his head to look at her figure carefully, and then imagined with a sad face how Linta would look like when she was dressed like this.

Even now, his mind was still confused, and the passing of time made him doubt his memory of yesterday evening. Was it just a misunderstanding? Was he just focusing too much on this? Quill might be studying the movements seriously, and was he too nervous... These thoughts popped up one by one in his chaotic mind, sank in, and then popped up again, over and over again.

As expected, we still need to test him again to confirm his true intentions! Ian believed in the excellent character Quill had shown in the short term. Even though he was in adolescence, and even though he couldn't resist the desire for the opposite sex's body like himself, he believed that he would not be so out of control when dealing with girls! In other words, it was a common gentleman complex!

At this point, my mind collapsed back to reality, and I thought about it carefully... I knew it, I should know it! Linta was not a real woman, and even her appearance could not be defined as a biological thing. The whole thing was a man-made product, a piece of armor made to look like a girl, a false disguise. So what was the big deal if he took a look at my disguise? It was not embarrassing in public, and it would not be spread out and become a topic of controversy. Since I decided to keep this guy under control, and now I am a teacher, it is reasonable to give him some non-material care occasionally.

Moreover, even if he rejected, resisted, and disagreed in his heart... but deep down, he really wanted this fictional girl to be recognized by others with the most decent and beautiful appearance; he really wanted to be this fictional girl himself, to be recognized and praised...

But I still can't accept being stared at, especially at my butt and thighs!

In this case, the only way left is to inspect Quill again! Otherwise, I will never feel at ease, there is no other way! It is impossible to ask directly, not only will I be too embarrassed to bear it, but I will definitely cause a lot of trouble to Quill like last time, and in the end I will have to frame him and do something despicable to get away with it, so as not to be regarded as a nymphomaniac and stay away from him... So tomorrow afternoon, tomorrow afternoon, I must concentrate and mobilize all my senses to observe Quill's every move in one go. If it is a misunderstanding, then eliminate it completely. If not, then...

Then we’ll find a way to solve it later!

But then again, how can one concentrate? He was aware of his morbid trait of tirelessly expressing his opinions. Once he got to the point and entered the flow state, his thoughts and words no longer belonged to him. He could only understand what he said and did in the state of being high by summarizing it afterwards. So for this point... he needed a stronger source of emotion to cover this enthusiasm, especially a way to strengthen himself to be extremely sensitive to the gazes of outsiders directed at his thighs...

"In that case, let's try it tomorrow..." Ian reached out and lifted the hem of Linta's skirt, biting his lower lip.

***

The stream at the edge of the town flows slowly and quietly. The bitter orange setting sun on the mountainside cuts through the outline of the wooden house, gilding the surface of the stream dotted with reed shadows. Only when the end of the cooking smoke turns, will it create tiny orange-red ripples.

The misty blue mist wrapped around his wide sleeves was blown away by the breeze that was colder than the midday temperature. The black-haired young man with curtains hanging on his ears dropped his arms, raised his head and sighed, venting his inner fatigue into the material world. Then he shook his neck, frowned and looked at the wooden house by the river, looking at the red-haired girl who was squeezing her legs so tightly that she had trouble standing steadily.

"Ms. Linta! I have finished this set of exercises. May I ask what are your plans for next?" Quill raised his palm and shouted as he approached, but Linta did not respond for a long time, as if she did not hear him at all. So he raised his voice and repeated it again.

“………Ah, sorry!” “That’s all for today. Go back and have a rest. If everything is ok, we’ll continue on the weekend…ah, on the weekend!” As if her soul had suddenly returned to her body, Linta turned her head with a shudder. Her pupils trembled as she stared at Quill. She pressed down the hem of her skirt with all her strength, so that the buckle on the top edge was about to break. Her face was red and glowing, and the corners of her eyes were constantly flashing with new tears.

"But this is just the first step... Miss Linta, are you... okay?"

"What the hell, what the hell, what the hell, what the hell, what the hell, I've always been like this! Do I look abnormal?!"

“But you…”

Quil took another step forward, but Linta immediately took a step back. While her thumb continued to push down the skirt, she hooked the edge of the stockings with her remaining fingers and tried her best to apply **** to the base of her thumb, trying to cover her entire thigh.

The hilt of the sword on her belt tapped against the metal buckle, her palms were sticky with sweat, and her toes were hurt by the shoes. Was she too concerned about people seeing her naked skin and was overprotecting her body? It did look like that... But the truth was, she now had a part that needed to be covered more tightly than her thighs, and needed to be hidden and protected by clothes...

"Um... you don't look very well..."

"No! It's just a little cold!! It's your illusion! It's all an illusion!" Linta shook her shoulders and retreated several meters.

Even though she was talking to Quill, she was actually focusing on the self-argument in her mind. She really wanted to pinch the neck of the blond young man who decided not to wear underwear yesterday and let her go out naked to maximize sensitivity. She used all her strength to hang him up, and she would not let go until he foamed at the mouth!

That’s right, at this moment, there is completely no space between her buttocks!

At that moment, a cool breeze blew past, rustling the leaves and fluttering the folds of her skirt. The pink and white flesh petals stuck together under her skirt were ambushed by the cold air, causing her entire lower body to spasm!

“Ah~♡”

A soft moan escaped from her lips uncontrollably. She was so ashamed that she was about to cry.

Quill, who didn't know the truth, saw Miss Linta first wailing and almost crying, and he was so panicked that he rubbed his hands and stamped his feet. His mind was overloaded for a few seconds, and he turned and sprinted to the tree more than ten meters away, grabbed his black cotton cloak from the branch, wrapped it around his arms twice, and sprinted back at high speed.

"Ms. Linta! If you don't mind, please put it on!" Quill leaned forward and held out the cloak with both hands.

"Eh?! No, no, no, it's not that cold! Really!" Linta **** a smile, tilting her head like a puppet, raising one hand to refuse, and sliding her legs backwards comically, "It's really okay, I'll just go back to the house and have a cup of hot tea! Don't worry about me!"

"Are you really okay?"

"Uh-huh!"

"Um..." Quill lowered his head in frustration, "...you are so reserved...it's because of me..."

"No!... If there is, it's just... a small part, no problem! I'm fine, ahaha!" When asked to the point, the last bit of rationality disappeared and she spoke incoherently and empty words, the corners of her mouth raised abnormally, and she appeared on the stage with an awkward smile. She smiled brightly, and the brighter the smile on her face, the more miserable she cried in her heart.

"Sure enough, the view is too obvious!" Quill pulled his collar, raised his face, frowned, and rushed forward with a righteous tone.

"So you are self-aware!" Linta slapped her thigh, shook her head, and glared at him!

"I should have said it earlier. I was negligent. I'm sorry!" Quill moved his face closer and grabbed the shirt with all his strength. The muscles of his neck, which was exposed by the open collar, tensed up as his Adam's apple surged!

"Don't say such embarrassing things!!" Linta hugged her arms tightly, squinted her eyes, clenched her teeth and shouted. But it was obvious that Quill, who had already firmly prepared the next words in his heart, didn't listen at all, and then he bowed deeply and beautifully: "Ms. Linta! Can you let me take a good look at your..."

Things had developed to this point, and Linta's shame meter had reached the critical point. There was a sharp ringing in her ears, and her heartbeat pushed into her throat. She bent her waist flexibly at more than 90 degrees, and blood rushed to her brain, but she didn't care about the dizziness and the exposure from the back view. She stretched her chest with all her strength, and the cold air with the traces of fog pushed into her petite nostrils. One second, two seconds, the pressure difference between her body and the outside soared! She clenched her fists, opened her mouth wide, and screamed in a voice so loud that it was almost broken: "I told you not to!!! How could I show you!!!!!!" Then her whole body began to tremble at a high frequency.

The wind stopped roaring, and the setting sun hid behind the mountain in fear. Birds were chirping in the trees on the other side of the river, and the red maple leaves beside the wooden house were swirling and drifting. The clouds stopped moving, the insects stopped chirping, and the world seemed to be frozen. The black-haired young man also froze in place, forgetting to breathe, forgetting to think, only his heart was still pumping, and it was getting clearer and faster, until a broad leaf hit his hair...

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!!! ...

“…Huh?” Linta twitched her fingers and raised her head in confusion, her eyebrows rising and falling. “Sword?”

"I'm sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry!"

"Wait wait wait a minute!! Have you always been only interested in this?" Linta rushed to him in an instant, put her hands on his shoulders, and stopped his uncontrollable cycle.

"Yes! I'm very interested!" Quill, who was still in shock, was still half-bent over, gasping for breath, but his confused emotions could not cover up his sincere curiosity.

"That's all?" Linta shook him again.

"Yes, I think about it even in my dreams!"

“……”

“……”

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“…………”

“………Ha…hahaha…hahaha! Hahahaha!! Ah…haha…ha…”

"Miss Linta...?" Quill was shocked by the heroic, multi-stage laughter that came from nowhere. He straightened up and looked left and right. It took him several seconds to connect the laughter with the red-haired girl with her nose pointed up in his sight. His eyes widened in disbelief.

"I'm fine, for real this time." Linta wiped her eyes, took a steady breath, tilted her head to fix her bangs, and turned back to look as elegant as usual, but her silver bell-like voice was a little hoarse. "You can study the sword at will. I have other spares. Just return it to me before next weekend." She unfastened the metal buckle of the scabbard hanging on her waist, took it off with one hand, tilted her head and squinted her eyes to smile, and handed the sword out with a straight arm.

"Really?" His emotions fluctuated so much in such a short period of time that he forgot the laughter he had just felt a few seconds ago, and even forgot why he kept apologizing. Quill's bloodshot eyes flashed with golden light, and he clenched his fingers into fists, bursting with joy, "Ms. Linta, you are so generous, it's simply..."

Before he finished speaking, there were two overlapping "slaps!"! Slow motion playback - within one-fifth of a second, Quill loosened his fingers, folded them into a palm, squeezed his eyes... and then slapped them on his face!

"Is it a flying insect?" Linta was startled and gently stretched out her fingertips, intending to move closer and pick it up.

Feeling the heat coming, Quill's elbows thrashed back and forth, his nails digging into his skin. Things had reached this point, and the shame scale had reached its limit. There was a sharp ringing in his ears, and his heartbeat pushed into his throat! He stretched his chest with all his strength, and the cold air rushed into his dilated nostrils along with the traces of fog. One second, two seconds, the pressure difference between inside and outside the body soared, and then he dropped his jaw as if it was dislocated, stretched his throat, and screamed in a hoarse and sharp voice:

"Miss Linlinlinta you you you you you you you you you your skirt!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

"Hey? What's wrong with the skirt..." Linta raised her eyebrows in surprise. Just then, the scaly clouds began to surge, the insects chirped loudly, the shadows of the trees on the river bank flickered from far to near, until the maple leaves at her feet spun and rubbed the ground, and a large gust of cold wind whistled and hit her vagina, which was shining with water, without any obstruction! She was so excited that her legs suddenly twitched, and her unbalanced eyes swept from top to bottom, over Quill's floating hair, her arm tightly grasping the hilt of the sword, the hem of her skirt hung high by the sleeve buckles, and her completely exposed buttocks with sticky threads...

The cold wind fell and time froze again.

then--

"ah!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

At the same time, Adventurer's Guild.

"Hmm... a commission to subjugate a cave giant bat? Although it may be a bit long-winded, please listen carefully - compared to other dangerous creatures, the giant bat is very weak in physical strength, but because of its unique vocal organs, it can produce extremely loud pulse sound waves, which are quite difficult to deal with. If the distance is close, the sound waves will cause serious damage to the auditory organs, which may cause perforation and bleeding, hearing loss, or even permanent deafness due to fracture of the auditory bones. If you neglect it, the consequences will be disastrous. Therefore, before departure, please be sure to equip yourself with earplugs or similar protective equipment, and carry as few glassware and flammable and explosive materials as possible to avoid collateral damage. Every member of the Adventurer's Guild sincerely hopes that you can return safely and healthily, and wish you good luck in martial arts."

After saying that, Sena closed the guild manual and gave the most refreshing and gentle smile.

***

Late at night, the floor-to-ceiling windows of the protective gear store were blocked by thick, opaque curtains. The interior was already pitch black, with only a faint candlelight remaining in a corner of the counter, fighting against the silence.

Quill, crouching with his chin on his head, looked at the bright silver sword in front of him with lifeless eyes. His tinnitus had not yet healed, and the embarrassing scene at dusk was still lingering in his mind.

Indeed, both parties calmed down afterwards. Linta not only solemnly explained to him the reason for the vacuum with a very persuasive tone, "The clothes were mistakenly washed together, there was really nothing we could do...", which made him feel quite sympathetic; she also gave him a detailed description of how the genius Mr. Ian, who gave her the sword, learned on the spot and hand-made this exquisite instrument with an old-fashioned ox-horn anvil, which made him very excited.

However...Quil himself could not help but think about her snow-white, plump thighs that he had accidentally glimpsed when thinking about the sword in recent days. He could not even restrain himself from looking back at the first sight of the girl's smooth and tender private parts that he had seen in his mind through vision since his birth...

The blush on his face has never faded since then.

Because of his obscene thoughts, his heart was in great torment, his reserve and desire conflicting with each other, and his complex emotions had nowhere to vent, making them feel stuffy and swollen in his body.

"At a time like this, all we can do is..." Quill wiped the table and turned his face away. His Adam's apple bulged, and he pursed his lips. His eyes unconsciously sank. His fingers trembled as they reached toward the waist of his pants, between his legs, and then took out from there - the caliper attached to his tool belt!

He stood up, held the silver sword in both hands, picked up the marked blueprint in the corner, and walked into the shop workshop. The dim light of the magic crystal shone through the curtains, painting the quiet road in the back alley of the commercial street. The sound of gears and springs and the clanging of forging hammers formed a harmony that echoed all night long.

"Done!" Quill jumped and broke open the shop door, took a deep breath of the morning light, opened his arms, and announced the good news to the sky.

Filled with a sense of accomplishment, he felt refreshed both physically and mentally, having completely forgotten yesterday's troubles and lust. This is cause for celebration, this is cause for celebration!

Linta, who also had not slept all night, was now wrapped in layers of quilts, sitting on an old wooden bench in the dim room, tearing off every remaining buckle on her coat with scissors, with a weird expression on her face, half crying and half laughing, and her mouth twitching. Next to her toiled hands was a blood oath made in distorted handwriting, with deep marks of resentment, and a few big words written on it - never wear a skirt again.

But it was rejected and torn up by Sena half an hour later.

Just like that, the heart-wrenching cries of pain and pain echoed once again in the huge mansion.

There are still 11 days until Linta is proposed to...