The dream world was sowhat convenient compared to backward reality, allowing enjoynt of modern civilization’s developed facilities. I could feel that after a long ti, and Shaitan was also freely enjoying it in the dream.
"Shaitan, you like this kind of thing too?"
"Hoho, don’t you like it?"
Shaitan comforted my dick with her feet underwater while we faced each other in the bathtub. It was good, but if she kept making think of modernity like this, reality beca uncomfortable.
"Play in the water of a bathtub—I’m sure you’d like it too, Master."
"We can only do it in dreams, not in reality."
"Then we just need to make such a facility. Make a box of steel, fill it with water, then have the Flare Panteras blow fire from below."
"...Isn’t that just an orc hot spring?"
"That’s right. Then it would beco boiled at."
"You little."
When I grabbed Shaitan’s feet, Shaitan twisted her body with a troubled face. It seed like she was acting cute, so I punished her by pulling her body along with her feet.
"Think I’m the only one being boiled? The lavender herb goes in too."
I suddenly stabbed Shaitan with my penis. It felt new again being inserted in warm water. I didn’t know if it would be like this in reality, but at least right now it felt like entering a hot spring.
"This is nice. I should make a facility like this in Avalon too. It’s going well right now, isn’t it?"
"Of course. The succubi who departed as the second wave entered underground through the underground passage. They’re probably constructing space with magic."
The thod was that Li and the sli dragons would dig the ground to create space, then the waiting succubi would construct underground facilities with magic power in the empty space. The succubi were about to beco construction workers by accident, but fortunately they were in a position where they had to follow Mada’s—Shaitan’s—orders unconditionally.
"Once the underground portal is set up, I plan to also install remote communication equipnt. Then we can respond imdiately."
"In case we get caught, we can escape through the portal or through the underground passage. We’ll be able to choose between the two."
If discovered, we’d have to collapse the building itself, but then that bastard Gray would be in danger. I thought I should take so asures for him soon.
"Hehe, good. Good. Project Avalon has properly broken ground. Ve-ry good."
"For the rest, haa, we just need to wait for ti to pass."
I pulled Shaitan’s waist. I felt my vitality draining from my dick filling Shaitan’s belly, but if I could taste Shaitan without worrying about others watching, it was all fine.
"But Shaitan."
"Yes, haang, Master...."
"I think the dream play I ordered was wedding dress play?"
"...."
Shaitan hesitated and brought her face close to my ear.
"Th-that’s in reality...."
"Good. If it’s like that, it can’t be helped."
I patted Shaitan’s butt with one hand and turned Shaitan’s face toward with the other.
"In reality, we’ll have a joint wedding ceremony at the Goddess Church’s temple, and here we’ll book a wedding hall and march together. How’s that?"
"...It would be the best wedding ceremony."
Shaitan put her arms around my neck, closed her eyes, and quietly brought her face close.
Chu.
The strong lavender scent enveloped my whole body, and I slowly woke from sleep along with happiness.
***
Morning ca.
The hot topic of Spica Castle was still the newly visiting bunny girl group, and attention had focused even more due to rumors overnight.
[One building will beco a general store, the other will beco an inn.]
[The general store will have items sold only by their company. They’ll also sell those stockings or whatever.]
[The inn’s first floor will be a tavern and you can sleep on the second floor. If you capture the bunny girls’ hearts, they’ll invite you sowhere nice.]
Even though it hadn’t opened yet, rumors were rampant, and people waited for the shop to open. People from Spica Castle gathered near the shabby back alley to the extent that even Knight Gray led the guards out.
Creeeeak.
The door opened, and a woman in a black uniform appeared from inside. The woman still wore stockings, but her short skirt and top outfit was a suit more modest than the Goddess Church’s priests.
"Uh, that woman...?"
One of the people felt a sense of déjà vu seeing the woman’s appearance. The woman, who was about to flip the naplate, waved and greeted the man pointing at her.
"Th-that, that’s!"
"You know her?"
"Yesterday’s bunny girl?!"
"What?!"
People were shocked. Those who’d gathered from morning to see bunny girls were disappointed, but at the sa ti drooled at the sight of the uniford woman.
"Indeed, is that it."
A young man with glasses bobbed his head and muttered to himself.
"In the morning she represents a modest woman, but from night with drinks begins a hot night where she becos a rabbit.... Whoever the company owner is has incredibly good business sense."
The young man approached the general store building with confident steps. While no one else easily approached, he had no hesitation.
"Oh my, welco. Welco to our ’RS24.’ As our custor number 1...."
The woman standing at the door picked up a box placed beside her and held it out to the young man.
"This is an opening commorative gift. Please take it."
"What is this?"
"Ah, that?"
The woman whispered in the young man’s ear.
"It’s n’s underwear."
"...Kuhum."
The young man tucked the small box into his chest. The clerk woman giggled and opened the door. The young man felt strange about the naplate hanging on the woman’s chest—the na .
’Does she beco a rabbit in heat when night cos...?’
"There’s a basket inside. Please look around."
Fairy Tina pushed the young man into the building. The young man was dumbfounded at the sight of product displays divided by section. The general store he thought would just end with items laid out had various items neatly placed, more than expected.
"What in the...ah, no, that’s not it."
The young man quickly passed the area with food ingredients. What he was looking for was only one thing.
’Stockings.’
That problematic item. He had to grab them quickly before others ca in and swept them away. The stockings happened to be in hard paper boxes just like the box he’d received, and sohow the outside had identically drawn pictures of won wearing stockings.
"What is this...?"
The young man picked up a stocking box. There was a hole at the bottom, so you could see the rolled-up stockings at a glance.
’Won’t soone steal this?’
The mont a wicked thought entered the young man’s mind, he shrank from the eyes of another fairy clerk watching him. Fairies were guarding stands everywhere.
"...Hmm."
The young man picked up two stocking boxes. The price was 1 gold. Quite expensive for clothing, but the young man liked that they’d written the item’s price on a small sign. Since several were included in one box, the price per item was about one sowhat expensive shirt.
’But there’s sothing written below.’
[Special Opening Discount!]
[Up to 2 boxes per person per day!]
[20% discount when purchasing 2 boxes together!]
[Special service for adventurers!]
[Can also purchase with 15 low-grade magic stones!]
[For mid-grade or higher purchases, please find the manager!]
"...Whoa."
At the overwhelming loss-leader service, the young man instinctively grabbed one more box. The young man, as if possessed by a ghost, placed two boxes on the counter. The pink-haired woman standing at the counter smiled and bowed to the young man.
"With discount, it’s 1 gold 60 silver. Will you pay?"
"Ah, y-yes."
The young man put out 2 gold, and the woman gave him 40 silver in change as if she’d been waiting. He felt like he’d gained 40 silver’s worth, but also felt like he was losing sohow at the sa ti.
’Wait, isn’t purchasing with magic stones way more profitable?’
15 low-grade magic stones? It was rare to have them, but if you had them, they’d be worth less than 1 gold.
"Excuse ."
"Yes, please speak."
The woman was scribbling sothing on paper.
"Can you really purchase with magic stones?"
"Of course. Our company purchases magic stones and supplies them to the magic tower. They’ll be used to defeat the Demon King’s Army. Hoho."
"...."
The young man brainwashed himself. Contributing to human peace by purchasing stockings—what rational consumption this was!
’I think Mom saved up so magic stones before.’
"Th-then goodbye!"
"Wait a mont, sir."
The pink-haired woman handed the young man a thin piece of paper. It was paper with the items he’d bought, the money he’d paid, the change, date and ti, and even the woman’s na—’ri.’ He wondered when she’d written all this, but ri’s movents were swift and accurate.
"What’s this?"
"Ah, this is called a receipt. ...Hoho!"
"Receipt...?"
"If there’s a product defect after purchase, bring it with the receipt within a week and we’ll refund you. You must, must bring the receipt, okay? Otherwise, exchange and refund are impossible."
"What...."
The young man instinctively stuffed the receipt away. Then he grabbed the stockings in his chest and the underwear he’d received as a gift and hurriedly left the building.
’How many magic stones do I have at ho?’
No matter how he thought about it, purchasing with magic stones was way more profitable than gold. The young man pushed past custors 2 and 3 who’d just entered and rushed outside.
"Oh my, sir. Your purchase...?"
"I’ll bring magic stones!"
"If that’s the case. Oohoho."
The fairy waved at the young man and sent him off. The young man ran straight ho.
"Where have you been?"
"Mom, how many low-grade magic stones do you have?!"
"I collected about 100 to bring to the magic tower in Leo Marquisate later...why?"
"Mom, this, this!"
The young man pulled out the stockings and recited in detail what he’d experienced at the general store. The young man’s mother took the stocking box and quietly pulled out one stocking.
"...You spent 2 gold that I told you to buy academy textbooks with because of this?"
"Th-that’s?! W-wait, Mom!"
The young man’s mother imdiately grabbed the stocking with both hands.
"Because of this trashy indecent thing, 2 gold as precious as blood?!!"
Strrretch.
The young man’s mother twisted the stocking left and right. But the stocking didn’t tear.
"...This, this!!"
Strrretch.
No matter how much the young man’s mother tried to tear the stocking, it wouldn’t tear. At the stocking made of material thinner yet tougher and harder than decent leather, the young man’s mother’s face flushed.
"This won’t do! I have to cut it all up!"
"M-Mom!"
Swoosh.
The sharp dagger rely grazed the stocking rather than cutting it. At that, the young man’s mother’s expression stiffened.
"Son, son. Grab this right now, quickly!"
"Like this...?"
The young man held the stocking stretched long. The young man’s mother raised her dagger toward the stocking—
"Hyaah-!"
She swung down. But the stocking didn’t cut, and the dagger slipped so that the young man’s mother nearly cut herself.
"Th-this crazy...! What defense...!"
Sothing as thin as paper didn’t get cut even when scraped with a dagger. As an adventurer, the young man’s mother imdiately realized the usefulness of the stockings.
"Inner armor...."
"What?"
"Y-you, how many magic stones did you say?!"
"15 low-grade...."
"Watch the house!!"
Mother grabbed 15 low-grade magic stones she’d tossed in storage and left the house. The young man muttered helplessly toward his mother who’d run off without him having a chance to chase her.
"It’s two boxes so it’s 30...."
With discount it would be less, but Mother had already left. The young man picked up the stocking box that had fallen on the floor.
"What is this...hm?"
The young man checked the back. And he was dumbfounded at the phrase stylishly written in italics.
"True armor is proportional to exposure...?"
The young man gulped at the stocking’s toughness—no matter how much he stretched it or cut it with a knife, there was no damage, ending with just a single thread sticking out.
Mother had said inner armor. If you wore this under armor, minor attacks could be blocked in two layers—or the stockings alone might substitute for armor!
"Isn’t this crazy...?"
When the young man’s desire to dress his girlfriend in them, his mother’s anger at buying useless items, and experience as an adventurer mixed together, they discovered a new use for stockings.
"Real armor...you say?"
It was the signal announcing the beginning of the great ’Stocking Armor’ era.
"Ah, this tears."
The young man gulped as the stocking easily got a hole only at the crotch.
"...I knew it was made for fucking!"
The young man hurriedly hid the stocking torn at the crotch area.
"...I can’t return this."
Even with sothing called a receipt, how could he return it out of embarrassnt? The young man swallowed his tears.
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