Birth of the Night Fairy

"Hmm..."

I sit on the bed, staring intently at the clean blueprint floating in front of me. How much time has passed since this thing popped up in my vision? I got hungry midway and went downstairs for a quick dinner, and now soft moonlight—not sunset—filters through the window.

"Damn. This is actually harder to touch now."

Once all functions unlocked with the first limit break, things turned out completely different from what I'd imagined. I figured I'd scribble some rough explanations and sketches, and the top part would polish it into something decent... But with everything unlocked, now it's just gonna spit out whatever I design, no approvals from above.

"When was the last time I even drew anything?"

Back in school, drawing a dick on my friend's cast for his broken leg—that was probably it. Come to think of it, that dick turned out pretty damn good.

"This is driving me nuts."

If it'd just dropped a piece of paper anyone could see, I could've handed it to someone else to draw properly. But no, it's a goddamn hologram only I can see. I'm losing my mind here.

"Alright... let's just draw something."

I've messed around with everything else besides drawing. It has all the basic functions, including an eraser, so wiping stuff out is no problem.

"Yeah. Let's just go for it."

If it sucks, I erase it. What am I even hesitating for?

As I reach out, I pause again.

"Leggings... such a tempting little bastard."

Every time I hit the gym, there's always one or two girls in leggings. I try not to look, but when switching machines, they inevitably enter my field of vision. The ones wearing something underneath are fine. But when it's bare-assed, with that axe groove on the butt and Y-zone? My dick pops up like ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠boing!, forcing me to sit out for minutes. What an unfair piece of shit.

On the flip side, it's exactly what I wanna see Siron wearing.

But...

"Isn't the versatility kinda lacking?"

Leggings are great sex appeal on their own. But pairing them with other clothes? Not as versatile as you'd think. Plus, with their fixed design, even a slight tweak makes you wonder if it's still "leggings."

I glance at the infinite model slots. Slots where you produce once, then tweak and save designs within the base mold.

"Who knows when this unlocks..."

Maybe I should play it safe. Something similar might even exist here—I've seen adventurers training in the guild yard wearing dolphin shorts like back home. Not impossible.

Versatility... horniness factor... practicality...

"Yeah. That's it. No other choice."

A flash of inspiration hits, and my hands are ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠flying across the blueprint like mad.

"This goes here... this much there... Open hole better for the thrill? Nah, make both versions. Initial color? Black, obviously."

Something my shitty drawing skills can handle, but boosts sex appeal no matter who wears it.

"Temp save first..."

"Oh yeah, this too."

I start from the top: materials first. Only option is pure iron, so I select it.

The blueprint sparkles faintly with the message.

"Oh shit. Do I have to click every damn part? Insane."

I click through my sketch, setting everything to pure iron.

"Next, thickness... Units are weird, but this should work?"

Same for width and length, then elasticity.

Elasticity – None (fixed shape)

Elasticity – Low (slight shape change)

Elasticity – Medium (shape changes)

Elasticity – High (shape distorts)

Medium when in doubt.

"Now detailed description."

Detailed Description – Wraps from feet to hips, accentuating curves for visual appeal while protecting lower body from blades and sharp weapons.

Good enough. Hit temp save again.

"What the fuck."

Should've told me upfront. After all that work.

I hit load without hesitation, and my inputs swap to new values instantly.

"Temp save."

Shrrk.

A pair of black stockings materializes right in front of me on the bed.

"This is fucking wild."

I pick them up. The texture is insanely soft—not losing to Siron's baby-smooth skin.

"...Gotta try 'em on."

Not doubting the system, but to check fit before gifting, fix issues if any. I slip off my pants and slide them on.

"Oh shit."

Not excitement from a dude in women's stockings— the fit is god tier. My legs, twice Siron's size, slide in smooth. No pressure on thighs or ass.

"Hmm, more detailed than my sketch."

I nod at the open crotch and ass cutouts. Perfect for stockings.

"Nothing to tweak. Solid."

I cancel temp save, reverting them, then hit final save.

"A name, huh."

Gonna sell under my name, but "stockings" is too plain.

"Horny... nah. Temptation...? No. Does it even need 'stockings' in it?"

Something that arouses even these low-libido guys... Night Goddess? Too god-sensitive here. God out.

"Night Fairy."

I nod.

The text and blueprint vanish, status window pops up. I see Holy Artifact Creation (?) with the (?) blinking and tap it hard.

Tap again.

Hit edit.

"Knew it. Lucky."

As expected, first registered artifact keeps full functions unlocked.

Heart pounding, I close the blueprint and tap Create on the left.

Can adjust material ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠amounts too. Night Fairy needs minimum 20g pure iron.

"More makes it tougher? Without extra weight?"

No material worries with decomposition, so I make one 20g and one 1kg.

"Ooh... both lightweight."

Stretch the same, fit unchanged.

"Difference in durability, then?"

Wanna test, but better confirm properly. Ask Siron tomorrow when she visits.

"Heh, wearing this means daily views of Siron's killer legs."

Pre-adventure, she wears iron greaves and heavy boots—blocks the sticky rice cake ass and firm thighs. Rest days, skin-tight leather pants, but thick material kills the view.

But if Night Fairy has top durability, no extra armor needed? Siron and every female adventurer/guard in town gets lighter lower bodies.

Just thinking has blood rushing south.

"Heh, better sleep quick."

I hug the two pairs, lie down, and close my eyes, dying to see Siron ASAP.

"..."

Too hyped to sleep, I greet the rising sun in a weird state—body tired, mind razor-sharp.

"Fuck. Curiosity's killing me."

Morning training time anyway, so I drag myself up. Swap Siron's gift clothes for ragged ones stashed in the closet, grab the folded Night Fairies, head to kitchen.

"Amelia sis!!"

"Calling at dawn, you little shit."

Low on booze, she's way pricklier than usual, scowling as she pokes her head out.

"Got something to test quick. Can you slash it?"

"Slash? Want me to gut you?"

No usual grin—just demonic scowl. Chills down my spine.

"Uh... n-no... guk?!"

"Dumbass. Joke. Why so jumpy."

Trying to bolt, Amelia grabs my neck, drags me in.

Tak tak tak tak!! Shwaaak—!!

Kitchen's a frenzy of prep work. Except me and my captor.

"So? What's with the slash request outta nowhere. Siron feed you good meat?"

"Uh... not that. It's armor-like. Wanna test durability. You said you were a hotshot adventurer in the capital, right sis?"

"Hm...? Armor? Yours? Or bought?"

"Made it myself."

"...Haa."

She releases my neck, slaps hands over her ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠eyes.

"Hurt ego or happy you rely on me? Sis is torn."

Her face screams disappointment. First time seeing this—my brain freezes.

Awkward silence lingers seconds.

"Smith. Fine. I'll hack your armor. But if it's crap, tend my drinks in my room tonight."

"Uh... yes?"

"I'll slash, you serve if worthless. Cheap deal. Got it, punk? This sis costs top coin even looking like this."

"Uh... then forget it..."

"You little fuck? Forget? Then who heals my crushed pride? Stab your gut with a kitchen knife?"

"Please do it!!"

"Good. Prep in the yard. Down soon."

"Yes ma'am."

No escape. I nod, slip out back door.

I stare at the two pairs in my hand.

"Fuck."

Curiosity killed the cat. Guess those cat bitches died for a reason.