<Episode 23>
When I heard that women being armed, the first thing that came to mind was dresses.
But the carriage stopped at none of the tailors that line the main streets of the capital.
A small, cozy store on a more secluded street.
The brick walls, black-painted wood-framed windows, and the cast iron sign hanging from the front are also black.
It is not a conspicuous store, but the overall impression is chic and elegant.
Leaving her guards outside, the Duchess of Beardsley proceeded into the store with only myself and a few maids.
“Welcome.”
The owner who greeted me was a plump, beautiful woman.
Her soft lips and gentle eyes with their drooping corners are very attractive.
Every gesture she makes is so sexy that even I, a homosexual, get a thrill out of it.
“I wanted her to look the part today.”
“Oh, my! What a lovely young lady.”
Duchess pushes me back and makes me stand in front of the shopkeeper.
They stared at me from my toes to the top of my head, I felt uncomfortable.
The owner, with sparkling eyes, said, “You’ll be impressed.”
“I would like you to make it from scratch, but unfortunately I don’t have time. Please use a ready-made today.”
“I’ll take your measurements first. Let’s start with your measurements. This way, please.”
I was led to the back and surrounded by several employees. I was deftly undressed and her entire body was measured.
(After all, what is this place? Is it still a dress?)
For all that, there were no dresses on display in the store.
The scrap of fabric she is comparing with the sample she is elegantly sipping tea with is also a very thin fabric.
The lacy fabric is more like the material of a handkerchief than a dress.
“I’m going to go with purple or ……, but I wouldn’t rule out white.”
“The young lady is a neat and beautiful person, so white certainly suits her well. It’s long enough to reach the ankles, but finished with lace all over, so that the skin is slightly transparent.”
“I think my son would like it.”
“Your skin is so white, so I am sure that dark colors will look good on you. How about navy blue or bold black? The front is open, with a ribbon under the bust to hold under the chest.”
“It will definitely suit you. Bring it here.”
The story is drifting in increasingly disturbing directions.
I had begun to notice it dimly, but I was convinced when I saw the torso that the employee brought in.
(This is an underwear store. ……!)
And of the incredibly sexy type. Shocked and aghast at the shocking revelation, Duchess beckons me to join her.
“Come here, Chelsea. Which one would you like?”
“Wow, am I going to wear it ……?”
“It’s obvious.”
“Yes, that’s right.”
She said with a dry laugh escaping.
You declared it as soon as you entered the store.
But I don’t think it suits me.
“I’ve decided on this black one, and I’d like to get a white one and a few more. Now I want white and a few more.”
“Um, are you sure I look good?”
“Of course. Trust our eyes.”
I was told with confidently.
If I don’t do this, that very sexy underwear will be mine. Even though it would never look good on me.
It’s a big deal. Leaving me to repeatedly turn red and pale, underwear of different designs were brought in one after another.
“Auntie, I think a more modest design would be ……”
“Chelsea-chan.”
“…… Yes.”
Duchess stared at me as I resisted her in vain.
Black and white underwear was thrust in front of me as I braced myself to be scolded.
“Solomon absolutely loves both.”
“……!!!!”
Gulp, swallow the words.
This kind of prophecy by his mother is probably not a miss step.
I looked down at my colorless body and then made up my mind. I can’t even take on a fight unless I can somehow raise the bar or make it bigger.
At this point, let’s throw the sense of shame somewhere else.
“I’ll wear it.”
When I gave in, Duchess laughed with satisfaction.
It didn’t end with sexy underwear. Perfumed oils, soaps, full body massages.
Day after day, she is taken outside, and Master Solomon, who has not spoken to her since the day they had their falling out, grows fainter by the day.
Every day, I try to talk to him, but Duchess prevents me from doing so.
My anger and frustration were long gone, so my apologies and loneliness were swelling, even in me.
And the night before the duel.
Before dinner, Duchess called me over and handed me a beautiful glass bottle. Inside was a translucent liquid, shaking with a splash.
“…… this is?”
“It’s an aphrodisiac.”
“Aphro-…… aphrodisiac!”
I was a beat late in understanding the words.
I was so upset that I almost took the bottle down, but I hurriedly held it back up with both hands.
“If Chelsea came on to me, I’d be all over her, but just in case. It has a little bit of color, so let’s mix it into a cold soup, shall we?”
“Umm, this is as expected…”
I don’t want this to affect tomorrow’s game, and I don’t care how much it costs.
I don’t want to drug away my body’s freedom and force me to lay it down, or whichever he prefer.
When I refused, Duchess nodded knowingly.
“I knew you would say that, Chelsea.”
“I see.”
I breathes a sigh of relief. But she did not retract her statement, saying it was a joke.
“Before you decide if you want to use this or not, I need to talk to you.”
“……??! What is it?”
“Solomon’s magic is not stable, and what to do about it.”
“Huh!”
I gasp and lean forward.
Guilt welled up in me at the thought of hearing from someone other than the person in question a story that Lord Solomon had stubbornly refused to tell me.
But soon, I dismissed the sensible idea.
Even if Lord Solomon does not embrace me, I want to be prepared to deal with that.
Lord Solomon said he doesn’t mind, but I don’t want to. I can’t stand the thought of Master Solomon being scorned or hurt by anyone.
Worst case scenario, I don’t care if I lose the duel, just not okay. Never.
“…………”
When I finished listening to Duchess’s story, I stood there in daze.
Gradually, I began to understand the content and at the same time, I was filled with emotion.
Looking at me, probably with a horrified expression on her face, Duchess indicates the soup plate on the wagon brought in by the servants.
“This is Solomon’s soup.”
What do we do?
When I was asked this question with my eyes, I unscrewed the cork from the bottle without hesitation and poured the contents into the soup.
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