Black Market (3): Skin-Tight Temptations

I stood blankly in front of the fitting room mirror for a while.

I had no clue how to operate this skin-tight suit clinging to my body.

That's when mana began to flow ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠between my body and the suit.

Oh, so that's a thing?

Of course. The description I'd read with Insight mentioned it could change form by syncing with the user's mana waves.

I stood still, waiting for my mana to seep into the suit.

Leisurely, very slowly.

It'll go up if I wait a bit….

Just a little longer, just a bit more….

Knock knock!

“Eunha, everything okay in there?”

“Eek! J-just a sec! I'll be right out!”

The synchronization rate hadn't budged from 0% until Uncle, waiting outside, knocked on the door.

I tried wrapping mana around my body and even body reinforcement, but the rate stayed stubbornly put.

Looked like it wasn't a quick process.

…So I have to go out like this?

My reflection in the mirror was a sight to behold.

The suit glowed faintly as it absorbed mana, blatantly emphasizing every curve of my body.

The hole below my chest gaped open with every breath, flashing white skin underneath.

The high-leg cut climbed from my hips all the way to my waist, barely covering just that spot.

But I couldn't wait forever for synchronization.

I took a deep breath and stepped out of the fitting room.

“Um, Uncle… I put it on….”

Uncle turned, saw me, and froze like a statue.

His gaze started at my shoulders, trailed down to my bursting chest, slim waist, and sleek legs.

The description of the suit “perfectly syncing with the skin” was no exaggeration.

It wasn't just thin fabric—air beyond the suit felt like it was brushing directly against my skin.

Every spot his eyes touched burned hot.

Shame washed over me, like standing naked in front of him.

“I-it's good defensive gear despite how it looks….”

Don't think about it, or you lose.

That thought flashed through my mind.

So I spun around like a model, pretending to be calm.

The suit's hip line stretched taut, making an embarrassing sound.

Uncle's face flushed, but he couldn't tear his eyes away.

…It felt weird.

“Even so, this is too much! It's embarrassing just to look at.”

“Come on, Uncle. This is Paradise. This is tame here.”

At my bold attitude, Uncle sighed in disbelief.

“So you're gonna walk around in that from now on?”

At his question, I glanced down.

Wandering Paradise in this near-naked state….

All eyes would be on me. I'd called it tame, but even here, outfits this revealing were rare.

One gaze stung my skin—could I handle dozens?

Just imagining it made my body hair stand on end.

What people would think was obvious.

The same filthy fantasies I'd always had about “Seo Eunha.”

'Bury my face in those tits,' 'Rip off the suit and pound her doggy-style till she can't move,' 'What fight from a bitch like her?' Lowbrow crap like that.

Thinking of it stirred a strange heat.

Was it my old male instincts, or this body's reaction? No clue.

“No way. Take it off, change back to your uniform, and come out.”

Uncle's firm command snapped me back to reality.

I was embarrassed too, so I meekly agreed and changed in the fitting room.

By then, synchronization had hit 1%.

Been wearing it about 5 minutes… so maybe 500 minutes total?

Not too long. If no time, sleep in it.

Once back in uniform, Uncle finally relaxed, patting his chest.

We headed to the weapon shop next.

My pick: the 4 million won Premium Longsword (B).

No cheat gear like the Libido Skin (B) in weapons, sadly. Still, usable shakily up to level 30.

Best for training magic and swordsmanship together.

“Ring this up, please.”

I handed over my card confidently. But the burly bald owner approached with a sleazy grin.

“Solid choice. But 4 million for a plain sword with no skills? Kinda pricey, no?”

…What?

He'd priced it at 4 million himself, now complaining it was expensive.

I instantly clocked his game.

He glanced at my chest and continued.

“There's a way to knock some off. Wanna hear?”

“…Shoot.”

I could guess, but maybe not—better listen.

“Let me grope those pretty tits once, I'll deduct 500k. Deal?”

For a split second, a crazy thought hit: 'Uncle groped 'em, 500k off ain't bad.'

But pride reared up.

“No thanks. Just ring it up.”

“500k not enough? Fine, 1 million off. How's that?”

“Shut ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠up! Do I look like some slut who'd flash her tits to anyone?!”

I fumed and paid 4 million cash.

Uncle, watching, seemed surprised by my resolve.

Snatched the sword and left grandly, then hit the sundries shop last.

Bought ten Virgin Protection Talismans for 1 million.

“Eunha… you sure about dropping that much on paper scraps?”

“These work great. Want one, Uncle?”

“…Nah. If it eases your mind, fine.”

The talismans weren't superstition. Safety nets for gentlemen aiming virgin clears.

I'd have skipped before, but after the aphrodisiac, I needed backups.

No one knows what'll happen—prep too much is never enough.

“Uncle, thanks a ton today. Got great gear thanks to you.”

“Yeah. Get home safe… don't do anything too risky.”

His worried eyes lingered.

He'd realized I wasn't buying for simple self-defense.

Who buys pricey armor and weapons just for that?

Capsaicin spray or mana spray at worst.

Sorry for lying, but necessary.

“Got it. I'll be careful—no worries. Take care, Uncle!”

Heading home after parting with Uncle.

I didn't notice.

How his eyes darkened watching my retreating back.

Choi Cheolho replayed the day's events.

The feel of mauling Seo Eunha's ample breasts still fresh.

The slutty girl in her short uniform, writhing and moaning under his touch.

Eunha had said it clear.

'It's fine if it's you, Uncle.'

'Do I look like some slut who'd flash her tits to anyone?!'

Meaning anyone but him could do whatever.

And Virgin Protection Talismans too.

Her body reeking of bitch pheromones, yet still a virgin….

'What if… I rip those talismans and take her virginity….'

And turn her into his complete slave.

Sweet delusions bloomed in his head.

'Seo Eunha's a student I must protect. Women aren't toys….'

No matter how he chanted it, the rising temptation wouldn't fade.

Total spent in Paradise today: 7 million.

From 8 million initial funds, just 1 million left.

…Time to find ways to make money soon.

No game-style monster loot drops—had to hustle.

But not urgent yet.

Post-Uncle, straight to the underground sewer.

This time, memorized the path solid. Insight trustworthy, but sketched a rough map too.

No more pathetic collapses from getting lost.

“Alright… time to test how OP this gear is.”

Perfect—a gross slime oozed from afar.

I drew my sword and charged.