Chapter 801
Chapter 801
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 801
Chapter Title: Lovers' Grand Meeting (6)
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The store was plenty spacious, but Amelia and the other six opted to scatter throughout the place.
There were two main reasons for that.
The first was concern about blocking the aisles if they all stuck together amid the display racks and shelves.
The second was the true purpose of this shopping trip.
This wasn't like casually wandering a department store and picking out clothes.
Even if they treated each other with friendship and affection, they were still love rivals vying for the same man.
Every item bought here was a secret artifact for claiming his love, so they needed to snag the best ones before the others.
"...Uh..."
Amelia, who had hurried up to the second floor, froze in place.
True to its goal of legitimizing shady business, the first floor had maintained a relatively tame atmosphere.
But from the second floor onward, it was a full-blown demon realm.
For starters, the color scheme was completely different.
Flesh tones, reds, blacks—nothing else.
The walls were plastered with promo photos of models striking lewd poses while modeling the adult toys.
Wire racks held suggestive lingerie dangling like dried mackerel.
Mysterious tools radiated an indescribable indecency.
And with the blatant packaging typical of adult products piled on top, Amelia couldn't find a single safe spot to rest her eyes.
"How can they..."
Even standing still, her face started burning.
Her only sexual experience was with Siu, and while she'd studied a bit from books lately, her immunity to erotic stimuli was still at baby level.
She was feeling exactly like a sheltered pubescent princess catching her first glimpse of a red-light district.
"...I have to endure."
But she couldn't just turn back now.
From peeking on Sharon's intimate moment recently, she'd realized she was still on the receiving end of Siu's one-sided consideration.
To prove to him that she was ready now—that she didn't need to be babied anymore—she planned to grab something just as bold as what Sharon had.
"Hoo... haa..."
After a few deep breaths, Amelia advanced between the displays with the caution of traversing a minefield.
She first sought out familiar items to calm her nerves.
This suggestive lingerie on display here.
The material was nowhere near the quality of Sophia's gift, but the exposure level and sexiness marked it as the same type.
See? The modern world held nothing to fear.
Steeling herself, Amelia strode forward boldly—only to halt after two steps.
"......"
Her gaze locked onto one shelf.
A sample product unpacked for viewing—it looked like some kind of vibrator.
But it differed from the first-floor ones in two ways.
First, the shape.
Not sleek and modern like the downstairs vibes, with a cute vibe to them.
This was modeled after a real cock, complete with a branch-like gimmick for clitoral stimulation.
But the real reason Amelia couldn't close her mouth was the size.
It was unmistakably bigger than Siu.
No—humans couldn't even have this size.
A good 30 cm long, with a glans slightly smaller than an adult fist.
It was a monster that could only be described as a torture device.
For reference, the product name was Advancing Vibe.
Was this really for what she thought? Could a woman even handle it?
As Amelia examined it cautiously from behind...
"Oh ho~ Amelia has some bold tastes?"
Dorothy approached and spoke up.
Like a middle schooler caught peeking at porn DVDs, Amelia whipped her gaze away and tried to slip off pretending nothing happened—but Dorothy's hand landed on her shoulder.
"Where you headed?"
"What's your business?"
"Business? Just offering to help with shopping."
"I don't need help. And I wasn't planning to buy it. Absolutely not."
Dorothy let the desperately denying Amelia go with leisure.
"Sure? Well, it is pretty hardcore."
The two had history.
They'd infiltrated Hexennacht together to save Siu once.
So Dorothy knew Amelia was more innocent than she looked—a clumsy girl at heart.
"But once you try inserting it, it goes in easier than you'd think? Silicone and ABS make it nice and squishy~ And we're spirits, after all."
"I have no idea what you're talking about."
"You're buying it for an event with him, right?"
"No."
"So you've always had a personal interest in stuff like this?"
"Stop talking to me."
Amelia fled in quick steps, dodging this way and that, while Dorothy pursued doggedly.
For some reason, it reminded Amelia of Sophia's sly vibe.
Did all big-chested women have similar personalities?
And Amelia's earnest nature was a terrible match for Dorothy's slippery one.
No matter how seriously she protested, she always ended up teased.
"Want a little help?"
"......"
"I know a fair bit about this stuff."
Amelia had been solely focused on shaking Dorothy off, but that offer tempted her.
Dorothy oozed sex appeal, even to another woman.
Not just those destructive breasts—the whole aura.
Help from her might mean Amelia could pull off a convincing event too.
She couldn't resist that temptation.
"Why?"
"Just~ We're comrades who've fought on the same front, right?"
"...Fine. Just a few usage questions."
After a brief hesitation, Amelia pointed at some items hanging like grapes.
Thin, flexible skewers strung with round beads in a row.
It evoked fruit skewers, but she couldn't guess the purpose.
"What's this?"
"Anal beads."
"Anal... beads...?"
"You push them in one by one up the butt. Then pull them out all at once."
Dorothy, who'd watched Amelia with high expectations, was impressed by the over-the-top reaction.
Amelia blanked out like her brain short-circuited, her face gradually turning beet red, mouth flapping open and shut.
"V-Vulgar..."
"The hotter the love, the more vulgar it gets. Imagine Siu seeing you all embarrassed as they come out one by one—he'd melt."
Amelia's flushed face, drunk-like, made her steps wobble.
The goal was a lewd event, sure.
But picturing it was unbearably embarrassing.
Especially since she had zero rear experience.
"Good for beginners. The anus needs developing, and the varying bead sizes help with relaxation and sensitivity."
"...Have you... tried it, Dorothy?"
"Tried what?"
"...The rear."
Amelia's voice had shrunk to an ant's whisper as she asked carefully.
"Mm~ Yeah. Ended up totally perved out."
Dorothy's frank answer stirred unexpected impatience in Amelia.
The twins had done it.
Sharon had.
Dorothy had.
Even dignified Lady Eloa had.
She wasn't sure about Lurye or Linne yet...
Was Amelia the only inexperienced one?
"......"
She bit her lower lip hard.
She hated that.
Settling for one-sided consideration, using 'still immature' as an excuse.
Just like her master said—she wanted to love freely, without regrets.
Dorothy might not grasp the full inner turmoil, but she noticed Amelia's gloom.
Her emotions shifted dramatically, as always.
"Hmm... This was my secret weapon, but oh well."
To witches, debts of gratitude mattered.
And Dorothy owed Amelia her life once.
Without Amelia's timely support, she and Linne would've died to the enemies.
This might be the chance to repay that favor in full.
"Wanna come see?"
Dorothy led Amelia to the cosplay corner.
2.
Unlike her quiet speech and demure appearance, Linne's action matched a barbarian berserker.
She'd reached the fourth-floor cosplay corner faster than anyone.
Of course, given the store, it was less 'cosplay' and more a collection of every lewd outfit imaginable.
Like the shocking bunny costume Eloa had prepared.
Linne examined the outfits on the mannequins one by one.
See-through china dresses with side slits rising past the hips, exposing skin through semi-transparent fabric.
Mesh bodysuits aggressively digging between butt and crotch.
Even V-shaped monokinis and slingshots barely covering nipples and privates.
Outfits evoking maid, nurse, stewardess, and more.
Everything imaginable.
"......"
Linne's furrowed brow wouldn't relax—not just from the outfits' vulgarity.
She'd vowed long ago to cast aside dignity for her husband.
But all these had one thing in common.
High exposure or tight fits demanded an innate killer figure.
Linne's body maximized pure beauty, but sadly lacked chest curves.
It fell short of maximizing these outfits' destructive power.
As she pondered switching to other items, one outfit caught her eye.
"This is it."
The Cute Cat Fishnet Full-Body Stocking Set.
Not constrained by chest size—in fact, perfect for smaller ones.
The ultimate fit for Linne.
Siu seemed to like animal roleplay too—ideal choice.
"......"
Linne clenched her fist, expressing quiet joy.