A Slave Deserves Fitting Clothes

A slave needs clothes that suit her. No matter how much she excused it as being for the points, Clafoutis Magica ended up showing me the one thing she wanted to hide the most. While she hadn't completely submitted to living as my slave forever, achieving this level of success without using a single shred of black magic was an incredibly impressive feat, wasn't it? At any rate, where there is a whip, there must be a carrot, and a well-behaved slave deserves a fitting outfit.

"L-Laura... could you, um, spare some t-time for me today?"

Having spent a long time living under a bridge where just surviving was a struggle, I lacked anything resembling a 'noble's eye.' I suppose I could try to pick out pretty clothes by instinct, but I didn't want to go swimming naked in an empty ocean without any guidance.

"All of a sudden?"

Because I had approached her right after the final class ended, there were still many young ladies standing around Laura.

"...Why don't you just ignore a request from someone like Ramnusia?"

"Exactly. What does Ramnusia even know about clothes?"

The girls openly badmouthed me right to my face. Unfortunately, this was the exact extent of 'Ramnusia Yuno's' reputation at the Academy. Laura was well aware of this.

"Hmm... I'm sorry, Ramnusia. If you had asked me a bit earlier, I would have gladly accompanied you, but I have prior engagements today."

Forcing a gentle smile, Laura let out a soft hum and took a step back from me. How should I put it... since she wasn't currently under the influence of the magic circle, she didn't genuinely think of me as a filthy, smelly, perverted bitch, but she clearly didn't want her own reputation to take a hit. It was a reaction I had expected to some extent. From Laura's perspective, Ramnusia Yuno was merely a lady of a 'rank' she could acknowledge, not her best friend.

"Laura! It's m-my wish! It's my wish, so please! Please go shopping with me at the Academy's shopping district today!"

"Like I said... I have a p-prior..."

Furrowing her brows deeply in obvious distress, Laura nervously fidgeted with her fingers.

"Wow... how pathetic."

"So typical of Ramnusia~"

"Can't she even buy her own clothes? Giggle."

The girls standing nearby sneered at me, but I didn't care. Laura didn't have a choice anyway.

"Ah... fine. I suppose I have no choice. Since Ramnusia is begging so desperately, I'll accompany you to buy a few light outfits."

"W-What...? Laura? Didn't you say earlier that we were going to do club activities together today?"

"Are you seriously saying you're going to hang out with Ramnusia right now?"

I could feel the shocked stares of the other girls, but the outcome was already decided. Even as her face practically dripped with awkward embarrassment, Laura walked over to my side.

"...Just as you all said, Ramnusia is a fool who can't even buy a single outfit on her own, right? Hmph, I suppose it wouldn't hurt for a lady of my caliber to do some charity work."

Though Laura spoke with a pretty smile, it was an excuse so absurd that even she must have realized how ridiculous it sounded.

"Why on earth did I do that... The other seniors said they were coming to the club today, too..."

Having spectacularly ruined her own schedule, Laura grumbled under her breath beside me, yet she still walked with me through the Academy's bustling shopping district, which was filled with quite a few students.

Truthfully, I could have done this kind of shopping with Keres, but I had a slightly different objective in mind. First of all, I wanted to make it known that Laura and I were 'friends.'

"...What? Is she hanging out with Ramnusia?"

"Why? Seriously? No way! It really is her!"

From people turning around in shock as we walked past, to others nudging each other's ribs and pointing at us while eating in restaurants... the unpleasant stares ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠of countless young ladies who couldn't comprehend the very existence of Ramnusia Yuno pierced right into us. Amusingly, these glares didn't hurt me in the slightest, but Laura was biting her lower lip hard.

"Laura, where is a good place to buy sexy clothes?"

"That is such a typical Ramnusia question. Especially since you don't even participate in club activities, meaning you have no reason to attend social parties."

"Hehe, ehehehe... I-I'd actually like to go to one of those, um, orgy parties at least once."

Laura stared at me for a moment, then rubbed her forehead with her right hand.

"I can't say that such... degenerate... parties don't exist, but..."

Wait, they actually exist? Well, of course! This place is packed with hot-blooded young masters and ladies! In an Academy teeming with gorgeous men and beautiful women, there are bound to be those who crave a passionate night! It would be great if I could take Laura with me to one of those later.

"There is absolutely no reason for noble existences like you and me to attend such vulgar gatherings."

"S-So, does that mean you don't know where to buy sexy clothes?"

"Ha! As if! Just shut up and follow me!"

Snorting, Laura quickened her pace. Contrary to my expectations of winding up in some dark, smelly alleyway, she led me to a rather cozy, quaint little shop.

"Welcome, valued customers. This is the Pandemonium Boutique."

As the bell chimed and we stepped inside, the one who greeted Laura and me was not human.

"...A demon?!"

The shopkeeper was unmistakably a demon, obvious enough for even me to recognize instantly. She possessed ash-gray skin that was far from fair, a pair of beastly horns protruding from her ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠head, and even a tail swaying from her backside.

"Why are you so surprised?"

"N-No, it's just! A d-demon! A demon is...!"

"...It's not like this is your first time seeing one, is it? Madame Purpur has been selling clothes in this shopping district since before we were even born."

Laura spoke in an incredibly calm voice. The demon, addressed as 'Purpur,' wore a warm, pleasant smile. She scanned Laura's face, then mine, before lowering her gaze toward my hips. Then, she clapped her hands together in a welcoming gesture.

"Thank you for such a rare and nostalgic reaction, dear customer. However, please rest assured that here at Pandemonium Boutique, we provide our services to everyone without any racial discrimination."

Purpur's voice was so strangely sweet and gentle that I felt like an idiot for letting my heart race just a moment ago.

"My friend here, Ramnusia, wants to wear something sexy. Please show us a few options."

"Of course, young lady. Would you prefer the style currently trending in the Hollympia Capital, or the one popular in the Demon Realm?"

"I-I don't really know the difference..."

I mean, this is literally the first time in my life I've ever seen a real, breathing, talking demon!

"You don't even know that, Ramnusia?"

Letting out a snort, Laura waved her hand dismissively.

"Madame, please show us one of each style."

Laura spoke to Purpur, then walked over to the area set up behind the counter. It was a space furnished with chairs and a full-length mirror, along with a spacious fitting room.

"These are our latest trending items."

Purpur snapped her fingers, and from a wardrobe of seemingly infinite height, she retrieved two outfits and presented them to me. Wait, hold on. Was this shop always this tall? It looks completely different from the outside!

"Wow... how erotic."

Anyway! The height of the shop wasn't the important part.

"The style currently trending in Hollympia covers what needs to be covered, yet still offers quite a bit of exposure."

Laura picked up one of the dresses and lightly shook it. It was astonishingly lewd. While it covered the breasts, stomach, and lower body, the back and waist were dangerously cut out.

"Y-You wouldn't even be able to wear p-panties with that, would you?"

"That is precisely why G-strings exist. Isn't the allure it radiates simply lovely?"

Naturally, Laura picked up the other outfit to show me.

"And this one is the style popular in the Demon Realm."

The dress popular in the Demon Realm was black. It looked so tight that it would cling to every curve, from the line of the hips to the swell of the breasts and the slight curve of the lower belly. But the most erotic part was that the fabric was semi-transparent, revealing the flesh underneath, as Laura demonstrated by deliberately sliding her hand inside the garment.

"Hoho, the bolder ladies even wear dresses that expose their Y-zone. Oh, and don't worry about the skirt riding up when you sit down! It clings so perfectly that it feels as liberating as wearing nothing at all."

"W-What is a Y-zone?"

Laura stared at me for a moment, then pointed a finger at her own crotch. Ah, I see. Since a pussy doesn't have anything sticking out, it looks like a Y. Purpur also seemed to have the intention of explaining the Y-zone to me, as she stared at my waist once more. Wait, isn't this sexual harassment? She's looking at my crotch way too blatantly. Am I just imagining things? Anyway, which outfit should I choose? Honestly, since I plan to make Clafoutis wear it, my head is already hurting trying to decide.

"L-Laura... have you ever worn one of those G-strings before?"

"Of course. Depending on the dress, there are times when you simply must."

"Is it embarrassing?"

Laura thought for a moment, then nodded.

"It's comfortable, but I can't say there isn't an embarrassing side to it."

Perfect. It's decided. First, I'll make Clafoutis wear a G-string, which even Laura admits is embarrassing. And after that...

"M-Madame! By any chance, do you have anything even m-more sexy among the Demon Realm trends? Something so lewd that the wearer can't help but feel utterly ashamed."

"We have everything here at Pandemonium Boutique. If that is what you desire, of course I must prepare it for you. Please wait just a moment."

Purpur swept her eyes up and down my body, smiled, and then levitated into the air, beginning to open the dozens of wardrobes one by one. Excellent. This timing is absolutely perfect.

"Laura, look over here for a second."

"Why on earth would you find the ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠clothes you're going to wear so embarrass—"

I neutralized Laura with my handkerchief, just as I always did. It was a tedious method, but it couldn't be helped. This was how I had always hypnotized her.

Since I didn't know when Purpur would descend and speak to me, I cast the spell on Laura as quickly as possible. I had brought Laura along with the intention of playing with her like this from the very beginning. Perfect, perfect. Now that I've placed this New Order magic on her, I can quickly get my hands on shameful, embarrassing, and incredibly lewd clothes that a 'normal lady' would absolutely refuse to wear! On top of that, I'll get to watch Laura squirm, twisting her waist and hips, before begging me to let her masturbate with a foolishly aroused face.

"Heh, ehehehe..."

Where should I make her do it? Should we go into that fitting room over there together so I can watch her to my heart's content?

"Lady Ramnusia, I have prepared it for you."

While I was lost in thought, Purpur descended from the air and lightly shook a scrap of fabric that could barely even be called clothing in front of me.

"Ugh... my head."

Released from my Psychological Domination, Laura rubbed her face with both hands as if washing it.

"M-Madame... is this also a trend in the Demon Realm?"

"Indeed it is. You could say we added a touch of creativity and uniqueness to the outfit known as the bunny girl. It is a bizarre and utterly embarrassing garment called the Reverse Bunny."

Purpur spoke with a giggle, her tail swaying gently. Then, with complete naturalness, she shook a pure white dress in her left hand that was cut so low it completely exposed the cleavage.

"No woman is ignorant of what it means to expose her breasts, Lady Ramnusia."

Speaking with a sweet smile, Purpur naturally pressed herself against my back.

"...That is an incredibly lewd dress."

Seeing Purpur hold the dress up against ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠my body, Laura let out a snicker. Excuse me, but I have absolutely no intention of wearing a dress like this, you know?

"Lady Ramnusia, rather than stripping her completely naked from the start, how about making her wear a sexy dress like this—the kind popular in the Capital, where ordinary noble ladies walk a tightrope of decency?"

"...What?"

"Huhuhu, shame is something that dulls much more easily than you might think. Why not take your time and slowly enjoy watching Laura Arnold wear obscene garments that would never be tolerated at an ordinary social party?"

Purpur whispered softly, right into my ear. Wait, what? She's been calling me 'Lady Ramnusia' in a strange way since a moment ago...

"M-Madame, by any chance..."

"Now then! Lady Laura Arnold, how about trying this outfit on? Since the boutique's fitting rooms happen to be out of order today, you can change right out here."

Purpur set up the situation as smoothly as flowing water. What is going on? Did she actually realize I used black magic on Laura? Even though she knows I'm playing with Laura... she's helping me?

Thump, thump! Why? For what reason?

"...Actually, maybe it doesn't matter."

Though I was so startled my heart nearly stopped, Purpur gave me an incredibly lewd, dangerous smile and a wink. It made me realize that, honestly, it didn't matter at all. This demon was on my side. I could feel it instinctively. After all, she had been staring intently at the Armonomicon hanging at my waist for a while now. Yes, she wasn't looking at my hips or my crotch. She was looking at the Armonomicon radiating magical power.