Chapter 63
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 63
Chapter Title: #2 Sex Before Putting on Underwear is Common Sense (Gyeol Ryeong - Common Sense Alteration Sex) (1)
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Truly despicable, the shopkeeper clicked his tongue.
It wasn't impossible, but this was a violation of manners.
And in many ways, it was an inefficient command.
The one who issued such an order was probably someone overflowing with "Grace," or perhaps obsessively fixated on this female.
Either way, he couldn't lay a hand on her as things stood.
To erase or overwrite the hypnosis already in place would waste an unnecessary amount of "Grace," and depending on the timing and circumstances, the church might even penalize him for breaking the rules.
'But that doesn't mean I want to just let her go.'
Still, sending this woman away untouched felt like too great a loss.
His cock was already fully prepared to ravish her, and now he was being told he couldn't touch her.
In a mix of regret and irritation, the shopkeeper furrowed his brow, lost in thought.
Gyeol Ryeong watched his demeanor with a puzzled expression.
How long did she have to stay naked? She spoke up again.
"Um, shopkeeper? Could you give me the underwear, please...?"
She wasn't a real woman anyway. So showing her bare body shouldn't matter, or so Gyeol Ryeong thought.
But actually exposing herself—nude, to a stranger no less—was still hard to accept. This was straight-up prostitution.
Why wouldn't he just hand over the underwear already?
She tried giving him meaningful glances and urging him on with her eyes, but the shopkeeper remained deep in contemplation.
At this rate, she'd have to wrap some nearby cloth around herself for cover. Just as that idea crossed her mind, the shopkeeper seemed to finish his deliberations.
"Sorry about that. Did I make you wait?"
"...Whatever. Just give me the underwear already. I need to put it on quick and run my errand."
"No need to rush. Like I said earlier, take it easy for a bit before you go. What's the hurry? It's still early in the day."
Gyeol Ryeong was starting to get angry.
No, not starting—she'd been clearly irritated for a while now.
Gyeol Ryeong might seem carefree, but she was actually extremely diligent. Especially when it came to requests or commissions.
She needed to finish the errand and get back as soon as possible.
Yet here she was, stripped naked, ignored when she spoke up, and repeatedly told to take her time...
This was blatant sexual harassment. Consumer deception too... or something like that.
It might have been commonplace in the 1990s back on Earth, but Gyeol Ryeong belonged to a generation thirty years ahead—an MZ youth.
She wasn't prepared to accept that culture. Nor did she want to.
So Gyeol Ryeong was about to raise her voice in earnest, but unfortunately, that plan never came to fruition.
The "Grace" was extended before her once more.
"I'd love to hand over the underwear, but your size might have changed in the meantime, right? So we need to do some measurements first."
Gyeol Ryeong stared blankly at the "Grace" before her eyes.
Her gaze held no light, but she slowly nodded as if she'd clearly heard the shopkeeper's words.
"Measurements... yeah...."
"Exactly. I get that you want to finish your errand quickly, but as a merchant with pride in my wares, I can't just slap something on haphazardly."
The shopkeeper's calm voice continued. With her thoughts dulled by the "Grace," Gyeol Ryeong had no choice but to believe him.
Thus convinced, she let go of her anger.
She even felt ashamed for misunderstanding him over nothing.
He was just a proud merchant with faith in his work. And she'd wrongly suspected him.
'I do need to hurry with the errand, but measurements shouldn't take that long.'
Besides, the innkeeper had said, "Bring back some pretty underwear."
Getting pretty underwear was part of the errand. So it was fine.
With that, Gyeol Ryeong accepted the proposal.
"Then, shall we proceed with the measurements? Your errand might be delayed a little."
"Can't be helped. No one said not to get measured...."
"Good. And while we're measuring, you'll do exactly as I say. You'll believe whatever I tell you. Got it? I'm the expert, and you're the clueless customer. Customers don't second-guess professionals—that's common sense and the rule."
It was entirely logical.
Gyeol Ryeong nodded in agreement, as expected.
'Heh, perfect. What an easy mark.'
Only then did the shopkeeper withdraw the "Grace" from before her eyes.
Snap—whirr—snap—whirr—
The measuring tape extended and retracted repeatedly.
Gyeol Ryeong stood with her arms spread out to the sides, listening vacantly to the repeating sounds.
Honestly, she'd thought it would end with just bust and hip measurements. That's why she figured it wouldn't take long.
But he was meticulously measuring arm length, thigh and calf lengths, even neck and foot size, dragging it out considerably.
"Hmm, hmm...? I could tell at a glance, but these proportions are... intriguing."
"Proportions?"
"Yeah. Hard to put into words."
The shopkeeper newly realized the peculiarities of Gyeol Ryeong's body.
Flawless perfect bilateral symmetry.
Moreover, from head to toe, every part of her body adhered precisely to the golden ratio.
Even with machines, discrepancies always arise. Yet this body showed no such minor errors.
And not a single blemish anywhere. Front, back, top, bottom—visible spots and hidden ones alike.
No speck of a scar or imperfection anywhere.
It felt like her entire body was armored in the concept of "perfection."
Would a god's handiwork look like this?
Such impressions crossed the shopkeeper's mind, but to Gyeol Ryeong, it was irrelevant.
Her only concern now was when the measurements would end.
Though that impatience wasn't solely due to rushing back to her errand.
'He keeps touching everywhere while pretending to measure...'
Standing naked, the cold tape pressing against her skin here and there as her body was measured.
In this bizarre situation, Gyeol Ryeong distinctly felt her body reacting.
Her nipples were swelling, perking up insistently, and her pussy felt strangely tingly.
She tried to hold back, but it was an involuntary physiological response.
Staying like this would expose her embarrassing state, so she grew anxious.
But when she asked the shopkeeper to lower her arms, he flatly refused, saying not yet.
"We need to measure here too."
"Hng...?!"
The shopkeeper's hand touched Gyeol Ryeong's nipple.
Caught off guard by the sudden contact, she trembled involuntarily.
Her modified nipple sent electric jolts through her body from that light touch alone.
Though flustered, the shopkeeper continued toying with her nipples without a care. He even hugged her from behind, groping and kneading both breasts.
"Kuh... What the hell are you doing...!"
"What do you think? Measuring."
The shopkeeper spoke nonchalantly.
"A layperson wouldn't know, but this is how pros do it. Just stay quiet."
"But..."
Gyeol Ryeong was at a loss for words.
She was a bit thrown off, but there was no flaw in the shopkeeper's words. That's how it felt.
—I'm just a regular person. The shopkeeper's the expert.
—You don't question what an expert does. That's common sense, the natural rule....
"Now, you get it, right? To measure this properly, we need maximum erection, so I'll keep touching until it's fully hard."
"Hng... Ahng...♡"
In the end, she accepted it meekly, letting the shopkeeper fondle her nipples and breasts.
Her hypersensitive chest and nipples, already fully erect from his earlier touches, were relentlessly teased as he savored the texture.
"Aaah..."
Once Gyeol Ryeong climaxed from her breasts alone, her chest was finally released.
Then the shopkeeper used a nearby tool to measure each nipple's size.
It was like a clamp, something Gyeol Ryeong had never seen before.
So women's nipples are measured like this... She let out a small sigh of admiration at this feminine knowledge beyond a man's grasp.
But even regular women rarely have their nipple sizes measured, and most wouldn't know about this tool—facts lost on Gyeol Ryeong.
"Hmm. Erected size is about 1cm... Oh, I forgot to measure the flaccid length. What now?"
After working them so hard to erection, now he wanted them soft again.
Unreasonable as it was, Gyeol Ryeong decided to comply.
Thrusting her chest out for easier measurement, she tried to calm her arousal.
But after such intense stimulation, and with someone watching, her nipples refused to soften—in fact, they hardened further.
She struggled to the end, but the shopkeeper's interferences—blowing on them or grazing with fingertips—doomed her efforts.
"Well, we'll measure flaccid length next time."
And so the measurements continued.
After her nipples, her clitoris size was measured too.
For the clit, he used a strange tool called a clit ring, and its aggressive method shocked Gyeol Ryeong considerably.
If the soul inside her were a delicate girl, she'd have sobbed uncontrollably.
No, even now, tears welled up in Gyeol Ryeong's eyes.
"This is for measurements too, miss customer. You understand, right?"
"...Y-Yes... I know... This is for... measurements too...."
On the bed tucked in the corner of the narrow workshop.
Having been measured all over, Gyeol Ryeong now lay back for "pussy measurements," hugging her own legs to spread them wide.
Soon, the shopkeeper's magnificent cock would measure her pussy's depth and tightness.
Nothing odd about it. Pros are thorough, she thought admiringly—as a mere layperson.
Squelch squelch squelch
"Eek, aaaah...!!"
Before inserting his cock for proper measurement, the shopkeeper fingered her pussy, stirring it up.
Already slick and gooey, her pussy clenched greedily around his fingers, refusing to let go.
After probing inside several times to map her weak spots, he withdrew his fingers.
And finally, the male cock plunged into Gyeol Ryeong's desperately aching pussy.