Chapter 37 - Not Adultery, Right!? "I Never Thought of This..."
Feeling the hot stares of the people around me, I hurried to Lianna's shop, only to find the door shut tight. I'd hoped to at least borrow something to throw on—even if it wasn't proper underwear. But who would've thought it'd be closed...
"Ugh... probably no one's inside...?"
I stared at the "CLOSED" sign, frustration building as I knocked on the door, but there was no response. It was so quiet; looked like the shop was empty after all. The place was pretty big, but maybe they lived separately in a house somewhere...?
"Ah... what now."
I knocked a few more times in regret, then sighed and turned to leave—right at that moment.
"S-Sorry! The shop will open a bit later..."
Along with hurried footsteps, out came Lianna in a sexy negligee that drew an involuntary gasp from me. Her hair was a little messy, like she'd just rolled out of bed.
"Uh... huh? D-Divine Beast, sir... is that you?"
"H-Haha, hello, Lianna."
Her face, still flustered from just waking up, shifted to wide-eyed shock as she stared blankly at me. Well... yeah, not fully humanized, just this half-transformed body—it's gotta be a surprise.
"D-Did you... l-learn the Humanization Skill you were looking for...?"
"It's a bit different from what I imagined, but yeah, pretty much."
She stood there dazed for a moment, then her face flushed red as she bowed her head slightly. I explained the situation: couldn't find clothes that fit at a regular store, needed something custom-made ASAP, and her shop was the only place for it—even if just temporary wear. Her expression softened into a smile.
"You came to the right place. Yeah, in your current form, off-the-rack stuff won't cut it. Come on in?"
"B-But... aren't you not ready yet? I don't want to impose..."
I hesitated, following her inside while she left the "CLOSED" sign up. She blushed and smiled.
"...If it's you, Divine Beast sir, you're welcome anytime."
Mmm, dressed like that—that negligee that makes you sigh—and saying stuff like that? Kinda turning me on... Her face, flushed with a rosy glow, clean without makeup unlike usual. Her eyes, exuding a subtle sexiness despite looking a tad tired. That vibrant red hair, messy from sleep but still glossy and beautiful. The sheer black-and-red negligee that matched it perfectly, oozing adult allure, with glimpses of her underwear peeking through...
Guh... driving me crazy, but I gotta hold back. If she were a hero's wife, sure—but she's a regular person. Touching her without that "saving the world" justification would just make me a total scumbag. First things first: gotta check if her husband or kid is a hero!
"Then... ah, in that form, you can head up to the second floor! I was hoping to show you up there anyway."
"Oh, really? B-But what about changing clothes first...?"
Before even measuring, her outfit had my little friend twitching inside me. Now that my body's changed, I can control it better—but that means I feel every eager throb even more vividly.
"......Can't keep a customer waiting. Don't worry about it."
She bowed her head and headed upstairs. Following behind, I caught sight of her plump ass and sexy panties visible under the negligee.
Hiss... that's a bit much...
Up on the second floor, a hallway stretched out, leading to a massive door. The shop was huge, so the upper floor matched. The door looked ornate, like a party venue entrance with its double panels.
...?
I glanced at a small door ajar in the corner of the hall—and inside, a bed... with what looked like a massive dildo covered in a condom, almost as big as my horse cock? If I'm not mistaken...
Lianna noticed, let out an "Ah!" and rushed over, slamming it shut before standing in front of the big door, face beet red.
Uh... her face is burning up. Should I pretend I saw nothing?
As I thought that, she asked, her face crimson:
"D-Did you... s-see anything...?"
Don't know her husband's job yet, so better play dumb.
"Nah, just glimpsed the bed... Is that your room, Lianna? Didn't think you lived here."
She sighed in relief and smiled.
"Oh, no. House is about five minutes away behind the shop... That's just a rest room I use when I work late. Last night... my husband was asleep when I got home, tired out... so I didn't want to wake him and stayed here..."
Her face darkened a bit talking about her husband. Tired husband asleep first. Giant dildo on the bed. Her fatigued look...
Hmm... could it be... Nah. Even if so, can't wreck a family unless he's a hero. Move past it for now. But... condoms exist here too, huh? Makes sense—contraception's universal. Probably for hygiene on that dildo?
As those thoughts swirled, she opened the ornate door—and my mind went blank at the sight.
...What the hell am I looking at?
"N-Never thought I'd be showing you like this, but... when I fitted Lizbet's outfit, I felt your tastes matched my design philosophy perfectly..."
She explained shyly as we entered. Inside this room—half the size of the first floor—were outfits I'd only imagined: stuff straight out of 19+ comics or what you'd see on hookers. Mannequins decked in bikinis, leotards, high-legs, hot pants, one-pieces—clothes so skimpy you wonder if they're fabric or scraps. Not just tiny coverage either; scarves, mini-jackets, small capes added flair. Shiny, luxurious materials, patterned gloves, stockings... clothes utterly unwearable in public. All thoughts of her negligee or that dildo vanished.
"...I-I know it's surprising, but... I thought you'd understand my philosophy... I believe a woman's true beauty comes from exposure. B-But just exposure isn't enough—it needs glamorous, sexy outfits to complete it."
She continued hesitantly.
"These clothes... embody that philosophy. And why I opened this shop. First floor's for everyday wear anyone can buy, but second floor's for those who get it."
Her voice held a hint of excitement.
"Originally, I met my husband in design school and we opened a casual clothes shop... but I couldn't shake the urge to make these. He supports me, but opposed this—until noble ladies who understood sponsored me three years ago."
Impressive.
"He still doesn't love it, but by then he stopped blocking it... Second-floor stuff sells only to select clients—about fifty, including noble wives. Condition: I don't wear them. Sadly, even buyers don't wear them daily..."
No way—these are too good not to wear every day.
"U-Um, D-Divine Beast sir? Y-You're not offended or anything...!?"
She asked, flustered by my silence. Offended? Hell no. These were the dream outfits I'd fantasized putting on my future bitches... right here. Stuff that'd make Earth girls freak if suggested...
Lizbet in these, by my side...? That thought had me clapping before I knew it.
"...Incredible. Absolutely incredible, Lianna! You're a genius!"
"Y-Yes!?"
I clapped louder, staring at her with excitement.
"My god, how did you come up with these!? Everything I've only dreamed of is here!"
My friend, twitching earlier, now thrummed in admiration—almost clapping along.
"Only fifty buyers!? This deserves to trend across Radia—no, the whole kingdom! Your husband's gotta relearn fashion. You're a genius, Lianna—no, a visionary for the history books!"
Her cheeks flushed; she pressed her hands to them, turning away like a praised schoolgirl, not a stunning married woman in her thirties.
As I kept raving, she shyly suggested measuring my size. She'd brought me here not just to show the room, but for her precise tools and gear.
"Shop's closed, so we can measure right here..."
She fetched a box of tools and started measuring, pressing close.
"...Really... seeing you like this, human-like... your muscles look even more amazing... Was shocked in monster form, but up close..."
Her face red as she measured my arm.
"Muscles like this... first I've seen in dressmaking. Thick as a slim woman's waist, rock-hard, veins bulging..."
Uh... her touch during measuring's kinda ticklish...
"Not just thick... chest puffed firm, waist chiseled and slim... the ideal male body I've only sketched in my head..."
Her hand stroked my chest... This is getting hard to endure...
Screw it. Time to check.
"...Is your husband... a hero? Or your son?"
"...? Hehe. Husband's just a casual clothes shop owner. Small place a bit farther from our house behind here. Got one son—a normal boy."
Fuck... total miss. Radia's got 150k people; heroes are like a dozen. Odds of random wife being connected? Slim. No hero lovers without partners either. Kid's not one. But touching a non-hero's wife, breaking a home...? Even for me, that's too scummy...
As I lamented, she crouched to measure my lower half.
"Now the lower body..."
"L-Lianna? Monster form was unavoidable, but now..."
She blushed, hesitated, then smiled.
"Ah, no. It's fine. You need clothes urgently, right? And you understand my philosophy..."
She unwrapped the cloth around my waist. My massive horse balls, already outlined when walking, sprang free.
"...Ah..."
She stared in shock, face flushing. Eyes glued to them for a while, then she shyly looked down, grabbing tools to measure my thighs.
"Th-Thighs are even more... my god, so..."
Her touch shifted from measuring to stroking... and my restraint snapped. The monstrous beast burst out.
"...Ah... Aah..."
Lianna froze, hands still, staring at the vicious horse cock—bigger than her head—throbbing above her. Her face... looked like a bitch craving it.
...What to do? Touching a non-hero's wife, a married woman? Just a homewrecker. My hero-stealing vow needs that "saving the world" excuse. Without it, my conscience might limit me to just Lizbet. Ditch it all and go full sleaze?
Then it hit me: the giant dildo in her room, her tired face.
"...Sorry, Lianna. For showing you this. But..."
She flinched, looking up—her face pure female confusion mixed with desire. Then... definitely...
"I saw it. That thing on your bed in the open room."
Her expression shifted: shame, surprise, a hint of teary vulnerability. My cock twitched harder.
"Thought I'd pretend not to, out of courtesy... but now, I have a proposal."
Her look screamed she wouldn't refuse.
"As long as there's no penetration... it's not adultery, right?"
Her shocked face cracked into a faint, joyful smile. Seeing it, a twisted excitement boiled inside me.