Chapter 127: Dress trails
Eren was currently slumped deep into an impossibly soft cushion in the women’s section of the most elite boutique, crossing his arms over his chest while fighting a losing battle against boredom and sleep.
Why did he get bored while on a date with his harem?
Because they fuking took one hour straight for clothing selection and still haven’t decided yet. Two poor saleswomen explaining everything about every fabric, convincing his girls to select.
His male survival stamina reached critical levels.
He rested his head back against the soft cushion, staring up with an exhale. "I genuinely used to think memes about shopping with women being an extreme endurance sport were just exaggerated... but this is more exhausting than fighting mercenaries."
After what felt like an eternity, the three beauties made their synchronized approach back to his lounge chair, carrying mountains of garments and designer dresses with them.
"Young Master! We’re finally finished picking!" Mira announced brightly.
Eren sighed in pure relief, rubbing his hands together as he sat up. "Thank the gods. So... can we finally settle the bill and head back?"
All three girls froze. Simultaneously, the petite professor, the muscular knight captain, and the busty maid locked three identical, terrifyingly deathly glares onto his face.
Eren raised a brow, blinking with weaponized innocence. "What? Did I say something wrong?"
"Are you genuinely asking that, you idiot?" Norelia huffed, grabbing his arm. "Did you honestly think your duty was merely to sit there looking pretty and pay? You are the one who has to personally review, grade, and decide the final selection."
Before Eren could protest, they grabbed him and dragged him toward the fitting room while the two saleswomen stood frozen, watching the unbelievable scene with wide eyes.
"Did... did that young lord actually bag three absurdly gorgeous women at the same time?" the younger salesgirl whispered. "And he’s entering the fitting suite with all of them?!"
The senior saleswoman beside her, who was a mature woman with a voluptuous figure and an experienced aura, gently pressed a manicured palm to her flushed cheek. Her eyes grew hazy with sudden, wild imagination as she let out a dreamy, scandalous sigh.
"My, my..." the older woman murmured under her breath. "What an absurdly lucky young man... though honestly, having a man like him take charge in a fitting room sounds downright delicious..."
The younger salesgirl turned her head slowly, shooting her senior colleague a deeply suspicious, side-eye look. "Ma’am, please keep your middle-aged fantasies to yourself during business hours."
Four of them entered the private fitting lounge. Eren was practically shoved down into the cushions, where he leaned back, crossed his legs, and adopted his best impression of a fashion judge.
He watched the three women divide their selected piles with serious focus. ’Fatigue? What fatigue? I am ready to fulfill my civil duty now.’
"Remember the rules, pervert," Emma warned as she stepped behind the dressing screen. "Objective critique only. No degenerate commentary."
"Captain, I am a man of culture and strict standards," Eren replied, resting his chin on his palm. "I will evaluate with absolute rigor."
The first to emerge from the curtain was Norelia.
The petite professor stepped out, her cheeks burning as she self-consciously adjusted the fabric at her waist. She had chosen a deep red, backless evening gown cut from smooth silk. The high collar accentuated her slender neck and delicate collarbones, while the form-fitting drape hugged her petite waist and flared just above her ankles. The real highlight, however, was when she turned slightly—the entire back dipped dangerously low, exposing the pale, smooth curve of her spine right down to above her hips.
"W-Well?" Norelia stammered, her red eyes darting away from his gaze. "From a structural standpoint, the tailoring is remarkably balanced, but... is it too mature for someone my size?"
Eren slowly whistled, letting his blue eyes trace every inch of bare skin. "Mature? Professor, you look like a dangerously seductive scholar about to ruin someone’s entire academic career. It’s a definite buy."
Norelia puffed out her cheeks, but she was pleased, triumphant. "Ten out of ten on delivery, brat..."
Before the professor could step back from another trial, Mira gave a fantastic entry from her trial room.
’Good heavens above,’ Eren thought, his breath catching.
Mira had selected a tight, off-the-shoulder cocktail dress made of shimmering velvet. The sweetheart neckline rested so precariously low against her bountiful curves that it practically defied gravity, emphasizing her soft, voluptuous silhouette. The snug fabric hugged her wide hips perfectly, while a daring slit on the left side ran up her thigh, teasing skin with every step she took.
"Look, Young Master!" Mira twirled playfully, her massive assets doing a little bounce that sent Eren’s pulse spiking. "Does the red suit me? Or is the front a little too... open?"
"Mira," Eren muttered, his voice dropping into a raspy, appreciative tone. "The front is doing divine work. That shade of red against your hair is an absolute masterpiece. If we buy this, you’re only allowed to wear it within a five-meter radius of me."
"Hehe! Then it’s decided!" Mira beamed, practically glowing with happiness as she struck a cute pose in the mirror.
Finally, the last curtain opened and Emma stepped out slowly.
The room seemed to drop in temperature before spiking off the charts.
The tanned knight captain was wearing a midnight-blue, body-contouring gown. It was designed to hug every single curve. The tight fit accentuated her toned, muscular waist and the undeniable thickness of her thighs, while the sleeveless cut showed off her chiseled shoulders, balancing her athletic strength with heart-stopping femininity.
Emma stood stiffly, one hand resting on her hip, her storm-grey eyes burning with embarrassment.
"Stop staring like a dead fish, idiot," Emma hissed, though her voice lacked its usual bite. "Is it ridiculous or what? It feels too tight around my lats."
Eren didn’t say a word. He slowly leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees as he witnessed the majestic sight of his muscle mommy turned into a goddess.
"Captain..." Eren began with an utterly smitten smirk. "You look devastatingly, illegally gorgeous."
Emma’s lips parted, a sharp gasp catching in her throat. Her eyes softened with delight before she quickly turned her head away with a haughty scoff to hide her racing heartbeat.
"Tch... you always know the exact right nonsense to say," she muttered under her breath, though secretly smiling.
Over the next half hour, the fitting suite turned into a testing lab of temptation. Some outfits were absolute masterpieces; others were somewhat mid, yet made devastatingly cute simply by the women wearing them.
Naturally, whether by pure coincidence or carefully coordinated psychological assault, the three beauties repeatedly stepped out in garments designed to test Eren’s heart and his little brother’s limits.
"If this fashion show continues for another ten minutes, my little brother is going to stage a full-scale riot against his fabric."
Just as he was reaching for a glass of ice water to forcibly lower his temperature, the curtain of the leftmost changing stall opened slightly and a small, flustered head peeked through the gap.
Cute.
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{Image of three girls in new dress{