"Now then—Luci, Liel. Come closer!"
Piers commanded, tone brimming with excitement.
The two girls exchanged a quick glance, confused but obedient.
They approached, tatami floor creaking softly beneath their feet.
"Stand firm. I'm going to… try something," he added, voice slipping into a rare seriousness.
"Yes, Piers-sama," they answered in unison.
Liel's cheeks glowed pink as she nervously clasped her hands in front of her chest.
Luci, by contrast, carried herself with practiced grace, only tilting her head slightly in curiosity.
From the corner, Rook's team stared, utterly baffled by what was unfolding.
Catching their expressions, Piers flashed a mischievous grin—then turned back to the girls.
"Watch closely."
Matter Forging.
The garments Rook had conjured earlier floated upward, threads unraveling into a haze of glowing fabric.
Slowly, the materials drifted toward Luci and Liel, wrapping around them in delicate spirals, like some ceremonial dressing rite.
A soft hum filled the air, fabric weaving itself with precision, glowing brighter as the magic stitched into place.
Gasps echoed around the room as the glow dimmed… and the transformation was revealed.
Tada.
Luci's attire shimmered into existence first.
She now stood tall, elegance sharpened into something dangerously alluring.
A fitted crimson blouse, blazer-cut and sharp, hugged her figure perfectly. The deep neckline teased just enough without slipping into vulgarity, balanced by a crisp white undershirt beneath—a broad collar framing her chest and throat like a painter's canvas.
A black tie, loose and rebellious, sliced down the center.
Her skirt was a pleated charcoal-gray check, short enough to draw eyes but long enough to leave room for mystery, paired with sheer black thigh-highs that made her pale legs seem endless. On her feet, polished black sandals gleamed faintly in the light, the crimson straps echoing the color of her tie—tying the whole look together into a style that was sleek, striking, and undeniably dangerous.
Piers's eyes narrowed, a faint twitch at his lip.
Damn. That looks good. Maybe too good. This just screams '''dangerously sophisticated.'
His gaze lingered for half a second too long on her neckline.
Still… professional enough. Passable.
Beside her, Liel looked every bit the opposite—soft, refined innocence wrapped in formality.
A traditional black sailor blouse hugged her upper body, its clean lines neat and dignified. A cyan bow with crisp white trim rested over her chest, perfectly matching her soft hair.
Her black pleated skirt swayed modestly past the knees, paired with sleek black loafers that grounded the outfit with balance.
Piers gave the outfit a slow once-over.
Refined. Modest. Still impossible to miss those. But at least this version wasn't screaming "boob monster cosplay."
He nodded, satisfied.
and mused.
Liel looks… actually adorable. Innocent, but not childish. That bow? Nice pop of color. The sailor uniform fits her to a T.
His brow furrowed as he studied the two of them side by side.
Though… honestly, I don't know a damn thing about girls' fashion.
All I had to work with were those old school uniforms from my past life.
He exhaled softly, then nodded.
Still… They look absolutely perfect.
Liel tugged nervously at her blouse, a faint blush dusting her cheeks.
Her eyes shone with innocent wonder as she traced the seams of her new uniform, lips curling into a small, shy smile—until her gaze shifted.
Luci stood there, sharp and elegant, exuding an aura that screamed dangerous sophistication. Effortless. Stunning.
And that was all it took.
Her innocent smile shattered.
She stomped the floor with a tiny huff, looking like an offended squirrel.
"Piers-samaaa!" she whined, stabbing an accusing finger at Luci's chest.
"Why does she get that kind of outfit?! Hers is all—" she flailed her arms wildly, mimicking Luci's neckline,
"—open and pretty!"
She tugged her own collar, scowling.
"And mine's all… full-covering?!"
Piers blinked, caught off guard.
"Eh?"
Luci arched a brow, lips curving into a slow, cutting smirk.
"Maybe," she purred, "because you're a little too… huge for your own good."
Hmph. Serves her right for Always trying to hog Piers-sama. Some of us can pull off 'refined' without making it a hazard.
Liel's cheeks puffed harder, like a hamster about to explode.
"I am not!" she shot back, stamping her foot.
Why is she always so mean about my chest?! It's not like I asked for it!
"Oh really?" Luci leaned in, eyes glinting.
"Then why do you keep suffocating Piers-sama?" Her smirk sharpened.
Got her. He literally turns blue.
"That's different! He's just so soft!" Liel blurted, fists balled at her sides.
And he smells milkish nice too! It's not like I'm trying to crush him!
"Soft enough to get choked by your… generosity." Luci let the word linger like a dagger, eyes flicking deliberately downward.
"Honestly, it's a miracle our little master is still breathing after your hugs."
Piers, deadpan: …Did I just get downgraded from human to stress ball?
And then—liel exploded.
"You're just jealous because you're flat!" she burst out, finally losing her cool, fat tears welled in her eyes as she jabbed her finger like it was a spear.
"Take that, you meanie!"
The words hit like a critical strike.
Luci's elegant mask cracked.
A vein twitched at her temple.
"...Flat?" she echoed, low and dangerous. Her composure slipped, crimson eyes narrowing. "Flat?!"
Her voice sharpened to a blade.
"I'll have you know I am perfectly proportioned. Curves in all the right places."
How dare she. Does she have any idea how much effort goes into maintaining this poise?
And so it spiraled.
Accusations.
Counterattacks.
Their voices climbing over each other in absurd escalation, the sacred battlefield of breast sizes now drenched in chaos.
All while Piers stood dead center, rubbing his temples like a weary teacher watching students throw erasers at each other.
Great. Just what I needed. My strongest allies reduced to squabbling middle schoolers... over chest. Truly, this is my life now.
Across the room, Rook's team exchanged awkward glances—the kind guests give when they realize they've accidentally walked into a very domestic crisis. A few looked like they wanted to laugh, but wisely decided they valued their lives more.
And then—
"...Fine, girls."
Piers's voice cut through, soft but final. His eyes stayed closed, tone eerily calm.
"If you don't like the outfits… I'll take them back."
The silence that followed hit harder than any explosion.
Both froze mid-bicker.
Wide eyes.
Pale faces.
Then, panic—perfectly in sync.
"Q-quyak! N-no, Piers-sama!"
Liel yelped, arms flailing like a startled bird.
"We're sorry! We love them! They're amazing, comfy, the best! I swear!"
Her watery eyes sparkled with desperate innocence, trembling like a kicked puppy.
Luci, recovering her composure, stepped forward gracefully. Yet even she couldn't hide the flicker of guilt. Her hand brushed the collar of her blazer as her voice softened.
"Piers-sama… you chose this for me. I'll treasure it. Always."
Her crimson gaze glowed with genuine warmth.
Not to be outdone, Liel shoved herself forward, cheeks still puffed.
"M-me too! Piers-sama! Me too! I'll treasure mine forever! It's super comfy!"
giving an exaggerated nod so fierce it nearly toppled her.
The room shifted. Tension cracked like glass, replaced by a gentle wave of laughter. The clash dissolved into warmth.
Even Rook's group let out quiet chuckles—relief and amusement mingling as they realized they weren't about to witness bloodbath over fashion.
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