'Well that makes sense.' The reason that Velzard suddenly had a cardigan on was that Shuna and the newly resurrected Shion had dragged Velzard along to try on new outfits.
Velzard's prideful nature wouldn't have allowed her to so easily be forced to do something but she didn't want to cause any problems for me so she was suffering under the oppression of the two female Oni's.
Although, I think swing my flustered reaction to such a simple change in her clothing had made her realize that it was all worth it because she was now showcasing all the clothes she was trying on to me.
'Jeez, she looks amazing in all of them.' Seeing how she looks incredible in everything she wore, it made me question whether she actually did look good or was I just a love struck fool.
'Its got to be the former, she looks amazing and I can't be affected by such a simple emotion to such a high degree. Right?'
…Yeah, I was just a love struck fool.
Although I'm sure I could find immense beauty in every outfit she wore if it weren't for the fact each one made my brain short circuit.
Although when I calmed myself down, each one did have its merit… merits that just made me short circuit again.
For example, her usual dress combined with the cardigan accentuated her figure while hiding all her open skin, giving the feel of a stay at home mom.
I was having a problem keeping myself in control and hoping that it would end after that one outfit.
… It wasn't. The worst part was that that was just one clothing item while the others were full on outfits.
The first was a form-fitting, bodycon midi knit dress in a warm camel, rich rust tone, 'Wow.'
The rusty, earthy colour perfectly complemented her golden eyes and while the length perfectly worked with her figure.
"So what do you think?" Velzard asked with glee.
"Ughhhhhhhhhhhh." My body refused to allow me to answer, despite being a divine being who has complete control over their own biology.
"Ok, next one." Without hearing my answer, Velzard went back to dressing. She wasn't disappointed that I didn't give her an answer, quite the opposite.
For someone to always give a concise answer, rendering me speechless could be considered an achievement and my flustered reactions wasn't just giving Velzard a very telling answer but also giving her new high.
It's important to note that because of mine and Rimuru's cultural influence, all the clothes Velzard was trying on wasn't the type you'd see in fantasy setting but rather modernized casual clothing.
Velzard drew back the curtain to show her new outfit, "What ya think?"
'I'm in hell.' What she was currently wearing was a slouchy, off-the-shoulder cream sweater tucked into dark-wash, high-waisted skinny jeans.
Despite already seeing Velzard naked, the off-the-shoulder neckline that showed off her collarbone made me swallow a big gulp down my throat. The sweater gently draping over her curves and the jeans tightly clinging to her legs was not helping my lack of control.
"…" My blushing face didn't say anything at all which said a lot to Velzard as I just scanned her body over and over again.
Just as I was gonna say something, the curtain closed, "Onto the next one."
Simon: 'She's doing this on purpose.'
Velzard: 'I never thought I'd get such a variety of rich delicacies.'
I tried to calm myself down for the next onslaught. I heard the opening of the curtains and opened my eyes.
"Opinion?" Velzard asked jokingly, her smile clearing teasing me.
This outfit was a fluid, satin emerald camisole paired with tailored, wide-leg trousers in a creamy, beige.
Her hair, usually tied up in twin tails, was now let loose, combining a casual and regal feel. The emerald color perfectly complementing her golden eyes… again.
I averted my eyes away from her figure and tried to push out a complement, "You… you look stunning."
When I slowly turned my eyes back to her, I saw a very mischievous smile on her face.
(ʘ言ʘ╬)
I tried to smile back to her but the veins popping out on my forehead betrayed my true emotions. That smug smile just made me so furious but I decided it be better if I just held it in.
I decided transfer my frustrations directly into her head, 'You're enjoying this too much!'
Velzard: 'Can you blame me, you have such a rich emotional display.'
Simon: 'Okay, I'm leaving.'
Velzard: 'Oh c'mon, there's only one left, just stay for that one at least?'
Simon: 'Is this really the last one?'
Velzard: 'Yes it is. Plus, even if it wasn't, you can't lie and say you aren't enjoying yourself.'
Simon: 'Sorry but I don't like feeling like this.'
Velzard: '…Evens for me?'
I looked up and saw Velzard expressions, it seems I struck some sort nerve because Velzard looked very downcast at what I said… or thought.
"I'm sorry then…" Velzard knew that technically I was entitled to some form of privacy but she couldn't help but feel a bit hurt from that.
"No, show me the final outfit. It's fine."
"Really?" Velzard's face filled with delight.
"Yeah." I said lethargically.
She immediately pulled the curtain closed, 'Quite the manipulative dragon, aren't you Zarry?'
'HEY!' Velzard's angry voice come into my head when hearing that last comment.
She drew back the curtain to reveal her last outfit which just refried my brain.
Her last outfit was a structured but casual white jumpsuit with a tailored, wrap-style bodice and a tie-belt. An outfit that perfectly complemented her white hair and curvy frame.
Velzard's mischievous and teasing smile was nowhere to be scene, instead it was more hopeful and expectant, like someone trying desperate for approval.
I walked up into the fitting room and forced her against the wall.
Velzard pushed me away gently, "Pl-please wait until we get home." Velzard said meekly.
Even the domineering frost dragon melts Infront of the one she truly loves. It seems that both of them are lovestruck fools.
(A/N: I had to actually study up on women's clothing. I hate my life. Anyways ima timeskip.)