The Durability Test
"Haa, haa." I buried my nose into the soft, warm pillow and inhaled deeply. The rich scent of chocolate tickled my nostrils, and that sweet aroma cleared my mind. It felt just like popping a piece of chocolate into my mouth when my blood sugar was low and savoring the fragrance first.
"Is it that good?"
"It's good, haa, haa." Luna teased, rubbing her thighs against my face. I played along, twisting my nose back and forth against her crevice. My vision was completely washed in white, but I could feel that white world deepening little by little.
"Haa, I want to spread what comes out of here on bread."
"It's fine if you do it to me, but don't do that to the others."
"Why?"
"Because I'm your exclusive one. Hehe."
Luna said something truly commendable. Overjoyed, I stuck my tongue out to praise her directly. Since the crotch area was blocked, I naturally had to tear it open to offer my praise.
Riiip!
The crotch of her white stockings tore open, and Luna’s skin was revealed in its entirety. Since we were inside the dungeon, her skin was brown from her Dark Elf state, but the form was no different from when she was an Elf outside.
"You really are a pervert. Isn't it a bit too blatant that you made it so only this part can be torn?"
"Only this part?"
To correct Luna’s misunderstanding, I lightly bit her thigh with my teeth. Cr-crunch. Her white stockings tore wide open at the thigh. I pressed my tongue against the torn fabric and licked it. Luna chuckled and stroked my hair.
"Aww, aww. Our horny little guy, do you want to lick the Queen's body that much?"
"Of course."
"Honestly. But what's the point of tearing the thigh? It's not like you can stick it in there."
"Even if I can't stick it in, looking at it is a different story."
The crotch area was designed to be easily torn for practical purposes, but I had made sure the other parts wouldn't be damaged so easily. However, if I were determined to make a hole like I was now, it wasn't impossible. Furthermore, since the white stockings were made from Harpy feathers, it was even easier to make a hole.
"If you say it's a turn-on to look at, then fine... but is there any point in wearing stockings? You said they were for leg protection."
"That's true."
Whether they are Fairies, Succubi, Andras, or Elves, every woman in our Legion must wear stockings. It goes beyond mere eye candy; it is a symbol of our Legion of Wrath and a fine piece of armor.
"They say the early-model stockings supplied to the human world have defense levels comparable to an Andras? Then they should be able to deflect most arrows aimed at their lower bodies, right?"
"Exactly. They function as inner armor. Just like this."
I poked Luna's thigh with my fingernails and climbed up. Even though I pulled the stocking slightly and dragged my nails across it, the fabric remained unscathed. Despite my fairly sharp nails, the stocking didn't tear easily.
"Defense is proportional to the level of exposure. If they wear only stockings, they should be able to easily block attacks from those with at least 1 to 2 stars. Hehe."
"Conversely, that means the same for the humans. Eila wasn't just saying things when she was worried."
"It means we're strengthening the humans for the sake of our Legion's funds."
I don't know how far the potential of stockings as armor will spread, but once it starts spreading in earnest, humans of all ages and genders will be walking around wearing them.
"Still, isn't it nice? Seeing all those female adventurers walking around in stockings."
"That's only something guys like you would like. Think about it the other way around. What if humans start wearing stockings in earnest? As inner armor to protect their lower bodies, for men and women of all ages. It's much cheaper than real armor, too. Under the pretext of spreading it widely."
"If consumer goods are priced too high, they become items only a few people use. Hehe."
"Do you realize you've overwhelmingly increased the defensive power of the Human Alliance?"
Luna used the strength in her thighs to turn my face toward her crotch. The moment those soft, cushiony thighs tensed up, I tried to escape by thrusting my head forward into the 'happiness trap.'
"Ah, my sugar is dropping."
Slurp.
I shoved my tongue into Luna's glistening slit. The color was transparent and the viscosity was sticky, but the taste and scent were rich chocolate, no matter how much I ate or drank. It was a flavor with even more depth than when she was 4-star.
"Haa-ng, what are you doing while we're talking...?"
"I'm spreading the stocking's weakness to the side. Hehe."
I continued to lick and suck at Luna's vaginal opening with my tongue. Her juices began to burst forth from inside, and I transferred them onto the stockings covering her thighs, spreading them wide.
"Did you really think I'd supply stockings to humanity without any countermeasures or weaknesses?"
Riiip.
I lightly tugged at the part of the stocking coated in Luna's juices with my hand. The fabric tore open with ease, creating a hole. Luna gasped, her mouth agape at the sight of a hole the size of a chestnut, much larger than the one I had torn with my teeth.
"This is...?"
"It's a magical technology that satisfies the advantages on the battlefield and the advantages in the bedroom at the same time. Hehe."
After the Guild Master's painstaking efforts, we designed the stockings to be strong and tough enough not to be damaged by crude weapons, while also ensuring the Human Alliance wearing them could be easily neutralized later.
"I'm making them moist."
"With what?"
"With semen, with vaginal fluid, with saliva."
Spreading a viscous liquid onto the stockings causes the Andras threads to swell like they've absorbed water, weakening the structural integrity and making it easy to tear the stockings with even a modest amount of force.
"Why do you have to use those as examples?"
"Because that's what they were made for in the first place."
To be clear, I made them with the intention of putting them on and tearing them off in bed, but using Andras feathers as the material was the root of the problem. And when I presented a few ideas in drawings, the Guild Master went on a rampage, which was the other root of the 'stocking-as-armor' phenomenon.
"And tell me, why do you think I started selling stockings? ...It's a basic rule to clear out all the stock that's become useless, right? Hehe."
"I don't know whose basic rule that is, but excuse me. Have stockings become useless? Why? Are you tired of tearing them?"
"Hey, no way."
I stretched the stockings Luna was wearing wide to the left and right.
"The production line for 2nd-generation stockings is already underway. They have even stronger defensive capabilities than the existing ones, and they've even started to have a glossy finish."
"Is that even possible?"
"Because I'm using good materials."
I offered a silent prayer for the Andras—the Ein Andras—who were likely being slaughtered by my subordinates at this very moment.
"They're guys that only appear six at a time per day, but since I tear off two pairs of wings three times each, the quantity comes out to be enormous! Hehehe."
The boss of the Andras sub-dungeon, the Ein Andras. We no longer hesitated to hunt them down to create better stockings.
Whoosh!
A transparent arrow pierced the center of the Ein Andras's forehead. These monsters, which were 3-star level and becoming increasingly human-like, perished without even a chance to react.
"Hehehe."
Ryun slung her bow over her shoulder and drew the dagger from her thigh. The Galahad family, who had come along just in case, felt unnecessarily embarrassed by Ryun's overwhelming power.
"Mom Ryun, if you do this, there's no reason for me to be here."
"I was able to come here comfortably because you were here. Thank you, Lancelot. Hehehe."
Ryun laid the fallen Ein Andras flat on the ground. To be precise, she made sure its face was toward the floor and its back toward the ceiling so the wings wouldn't be damaged.
"In the past, Master was reluctant to catch these, so he gave up, but now we can catch them easily."
"Ah... I think I heard about that. Apparently, two men came out, and he retreated because they were too hideous."
"Yes. Master doesn't seem to have a taste for that kind of thing."
"......Phew."
Guinevere let out a sigh of relief where no one could see. But he was immediately caught by Lancelot, who was grooming the wings.
"What is it? Were you scared you might get eaten by Dad?"
"......A, a little."
Since Pahuu was nearly omnivorous, Guinevere had been on pins and needles, wondering if he might get eaten. Lancelot buried Guinevere in her chest and patted his back.
"You didn't seem to know about that side of things, but you know well? Isn't it a taboo in the Goddess Church?"
"It is a taboo... but that's the doctrine of the Goddess Church. You can't force taboos on unbelievers who don't believe."
Having shaken off the tension, Guinevere cleared his throat and began plucking the feathers one by one from the wings Lancelot had cut off. Galahad also sat down and began grooming the wings Ryun had cut off.
"With this, our mothers will be able to wear even better stockings now."
"Hehe, they look good on the legs and have good defense. It's really great. ...Though you have to wear a skirt."
Lancelot was wearing a short ivory skirt over her black stockings. It was an item made by shortening a long skirt from human goods, which Pahuu called a 'miniskirt.'
"Honey, can you see inside?"
"...No."
"Then that's fine."
Lancelot was unnecessarily shy about Galahad seeing inside. Although Lancelot herself had exposed her lower body publicly to everyone in front of Guinevere, she was being somewhat careful in front of the child she had birthed—though, strictly speaking, she couldn't say it was painful.
"Mom Ryun, how is it wearing that?"
"Master can't take his eyes off me."
Ryun turned around and shook her hips left and right. A round rabbit tail swayed back and forth, and the tail didn't seem to come out, as if it were stuck somewhere. Guinevere decided not to think about where that was inserted.
"I wanted to wear that too..."
Lancelot felt quite disappointed that she couldn't wear the bunny girl outfit. There was no bunny girl top that fit Lancelot, who had a much larger build than the Fairies or Elves, so she had to settle for wearing slightly larger stockings.
"Everyone, let's finish this quickly and go to Master. Master is waiting for us right now~"
"...You're not just wanting to go quickly because he's alone with the Queen right now, are you?"
"Of course. Tsk, if only I produced milk, I'd be assigned to the rear, too."
Ryun puffed out her cheeks, fiddling with her breasts. Unlike Ryun, who had to run around in the field hunting Andras, Luna was fixed to the first basement floor. Galahad smiled bitterly while organizing the groomed feathers.
"...That's not because of the milk, is it?"
"It's because of the milk. Master keeps going down to the first basement floor to rest lately."
"Is Luna that delicious?"
Lancelot smacked her lips and smiled seductively. Guinevere felt uneasy at that, and Galahad laughed softly and bowed his head. Ryun chuckled and shook her index finger left and right.
"You can't."
"Why?"
"Because that's something only Master can drink."
"......If I ask Dad, I might be able to get a little..."
"Absolutely not."
Ryun stuck out her tongue and stood up. Since her mission was already over with the killing of the Ein Andras, the work of organizing and grooming the remaining feathers and transporting them to Las Vegas wasn't her job.
"Then I'm going to go protect Master. Bye, everyone~"
"E, excuse me, one question."
Galahad asked, waving a feather.
"What exactly is this item that's said to be the successor to the stockings?"
"Ah, that? Hmm..."
Ryun stroked her chin, searching her memory, then clapped her hands and beamed.
"Lingerie!"
"Pardon?"
"That's what he said!"
Ryun left the spot with a cheerful smile. The three family members began to discuss the identity of the armor called lingerie, which Ryun had mentioned, and debated its usefulness.
"I'm back... Sister!"
"Haa, you're here?"
Ryun, her face flushed red, launched a flying kick toward Luna, who was riding on top of me, shaking her hips in the cowgirl position.
"Hmph."
Luna laughed and caught Ryun's ankle as the attack flew from behind, as if to break her waist.
"You're still a few hundred years too early."
Luna forcibly stopped Ryun in mid-air and sat her down squarely in front of her—on my stomach. Ryun grabbed Luna's shoulders, shaking them with a tearful expression.
"You said you wouldn't do it yourself until I got back!"
"Ahaha, what can I do? He says he wants to do it in this state."
Luna pointed to her torn stockings and bounced her waist up and down. Thanks to that, even Ryun was bounced up slightly, and I grabbed Ryun's pelvis, making her turn her body. Ryun immediately lowered her lower body and collapsed on top of me.
"Master, you can't do this. You said you'd do it with me as soon as I caught the Ein Andras and came back!"
"I did. But what can I do when I'm hungry? So, did you collect all the 3-star feathers?"
"Of course, h-hng...!"
Ryun buried her face in my shoulder, her body trembling. I glanced over and saw Luna playing with her fingers in front of Ryun's crotch.
"You said what Ryun is wearing on top right now is the latest black stockings, right? Hehehe, then..."
"That's not black stockings, it's made of Andras thread—"
Before I could even correct her, Luna shoved her hand between Ryun's buttocks—
"Shall we test the durability?"
Riiip!
Luna tore through both layers of the stockings and leotard fabric with just the strength of her grip.
......As expected of level 90.