"Leon was amazing. He made sure I was comfortable and gentle all the way through. It was such an incredible sensation, you know? Being so close to the person you love, skin to skin, flesh to flesh. It just felt really good. And Leon, he was incredible too.
I was scared at first, you know, because it was my first ti. But when we actually did it, I felt amazing afterward. And after a while, we were totally in sync. It was like, whoa, this must be what it feels like to make love with soone. I was gushing the whole way. And also, also..."
Titania was practically overflowing with every detail of her night with Mr. Leon, like she was a dreamy princess swept off her feet by her charming prince. I didn't quite grasp everything she was saying, though—it all just seed to blur together.
"Please focus on the task at hand," I reminded her.
"Oh, right," she replied.
Titania started searching for clothes for , but eventually gave up.
"Ahhh~" she moaned. "You don't have anything decent, Shreddy. I'm not even sure if your clothes can be considered suitable for won. Honestly, you don't even have a skirt."
"I have my uniform skirt," I replied. "I think it's best if I go to the castle in my uniform."
"No!" Titania's voice rang out with urgency. "Are you alright, Shreddy? You can't just stroll into the royal castle wearing nothing but your uniform. While it's important to maintain your student status, you need to leave a lasting impression on the King. If you can do that, he'll be more inclined to listen to your requests, no matter how challenging they may seem. Impression is everything, Shreddy."
"But I don't have anything suitable to wear," I confessed.
"Don't fret. Leave it to ," she reassured, determination shining in her eyes.
***
Leonamon.
It felt strange to see a mall in this almost dieval world. While the mall wasn't drastically different from the other buildings, it closely resembled what you'd find in my world. Our malls had long been destroyed by wars, but if they hadn't been, I imagine they would look similar to this, albeit more modern.
"Why are we here?" I inquired of Titania.
"What else? To find you so clothes!" she replied.
"I didn't bring much money with ," I noted.
"It's fine. I am royalty. Buying clothes is nothing for my pocket," she assured .
Sotis, I forget that she's a princess. I wonder why she ended up in this kingdom, though? I heard from the Leader that Bethlan was going through so kind of civil war, and so of the nobles were trying to overthrow the king of Bethlan. I wonder if Titania is really okay here.
After strolling for a bit, we finally arrived at the clothing store.
"Wow! These look amazing. Who's the designer behind these?" Titania exclaid as she admired the clothes.
Did they really look good? I'm no fashion expert, so I couldn't really judge.
"Huh? This is a new one. I didn't know there was a designer with this na. Maybe they're just starting out. But to co up with such great designs as a beginner, they must be really talented."
Titania seed really intrigued. I didn't quite understand what she was so excited about, but I glanced at the designer's na on the clothes. It read Karina. They must be fairly new to the scene, considering even Titania didn't recognize the na.
"Check this out! Doesn't this look like sothing a high-powered executive would wear? And this one! It's totally secretary chic, and these dresses are fit for royalty. Man, Leonamon really has a knack for bringing out the best in fashion, huh? And look at these lingerie sets!
They're a bit on the skimpy side, but damn, they're sexy. So of them are surprisingly comfy too!"
It was difficult to reconcile her regal status with her casual deanor. But then again, if she acted all high and mighty, I'd probably despise her to the point of avoiding her altogether.
"Can we please focus on the task at hand? I have a eting with the king at 3 P.M. and it's already 10 A.M.. I can't afford to miss it."
"Don't worry, Shreddy. I've got your back," she said with a smirk.
Titania and I put a lot of effort into finding sothing that would suit , like a frilly dress. But when I tried it on, it just didn't click. Showing it to her, she remarked, "The dress doesn't quite match your face." Frilly dresses are usually reserved for those with cute, smiling faces. I wasn't cute, and my smile was far from convincing. Frills and I just didn't mix.
Next up was sothing more akin to what secretaries or executives wear. It was similar to what Professor Irene always had on: a tight pencil skirt, stockings, and a crisp white blouse. "This one suits you," Titania said. "But let's keep looking for sothing even better. This one's a bit too formal and stiff."
She was spot on. Even I could sense that the outfit was a bit too rigid. It might work for soone like Professor Irene, who exudes a stern vibe, but for , it wasn't the right choice for a eting, especially with a king.
"Oh, then how about this?" she suggested, holding up another option.
What she had was a more modest dress. It wasn't overly frilly, nor was it too stiff. It struck a nice balance between formal and casual. I slipped it on and showed her.
Titania smiled approvingly, "That's perfect. You look fantastic in it, Shreddy. As expected, you're stunning."
Her complint caught off guard. Was I really beautiful? In this outfit? Well, if she said so, then I'll trust her judgnt.
After a bit more shopping, we finally returned to my dorm room. It was already 1 P.M. by then.
"Now that we're done with that, let's get you dolled up, Shreddy!" Titania suddenly exclaid.
"What? You an you're going to put makeup on ? I don't need that," I said.
Titania looked at earnestly. "Listen, Shreddy. If you want to make a great impression, you need to look your best. And by 'your best,' I an really, really polished. I don't think we can fix that scowl on your face, but we can certainly improve it with a little makeover."
"I don't really think it's necessary," I replied.
"As I said, Shreddy, you need to look your best! Co on, I brought my makeup kit with , and you can see how good I am at it by how pretty I look today, right?"
I sighed, resigned. "Fine. You can have your way with ."
"Yes!"
With that, Titania unpacked her makeup kit and began instructing to present my face for beautification. The brush gliding over my skin, the sensation of lipstick against my lips, the delicate touch of mascara on my eyelashes, the transformation of my skin into softness—these were all entirely new experiences for . I had never felt anything like it before, not in my world.
In my forr world, I was rely a tool for killing, a weapon wielded at the command of others. I was born and bred for combat, trained to be a natural-born killer. I had seen countless battles, fought in wars, even played a part in liberating occupied territories. My hands were stained with the blood of many.
That's why I struggled to fit in, to be normal. But as Titania applied those costics, I couldn't help but feel drawn into this world, even though I resisted.
No. I couldn't form attachnts to the people in this world, not to Titania, and not to Mr. Leon either. My sole focus should be finding a way back ho. That's all there is to it. And then, maybe then...
"It's done, Shreddy," she announced. Holding up a mirror to my face, I hesitantly looked at my reflection. Was this really ? The transformation was startling. That sa fierce scowl remained, but now it seed sohow fitting. I looked truly beautiful.
"See how good I am? You look very pretty, Shreddy!" she exclaid. "Now, the only thing you need to work on is your smile. That way, maybe you can catch soone's eye. A man, perhaps?" She grinned mischievously.
There was no man around to impress, and I had no interest in dolling up just to catch a man's eye, so I simply gave her my icy stare.
"Co on, Shreddy. Smile. Smile!" Titania urged.
I attempted to curl my lips upward, but Titania's expression twisted into horror.
"Okay, it seems like smiling isn't going to happen for you yet. But maybe we can work on practicing your smile from now on," Titania suggested.
I stole a glance at Titania. Perhaps if I befriended her, I could uncover the truth behind my recurring dreams. Maybe I could finally understand why they haunted . But I reminded myself not to form attachnts. Getting too close to anyone would only make it harder for to escape this world. My hope of returning ho was within reach.
There's a chance I might find the answer on how to return ho from the king himself, after all.
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