bdsm-fiction Chapter 143 An Irresistible Allure
Chapter 143 An Irresistible Allure
"So, I'm going to take him to buy two decent outfits."
As Aoko put on her shoes in the entryway, she spoke to Yuzu, who was sitting on the sofa reading a book.
Yuzhu raised her eyes and glanced at Arthur, who was standing behind Aoko.
That large black cloak certainly made him look like a heretic ready to do evil at any moment.
"It makes perfect sense." Yu-zhu closed her book, her calm tone carrying a hint of warning:
"But I must remind you, Aoko, that the existence of this man is itself an 'anomaly,' and the Church of Christ and the Mage's Association could have spies in Misaki Town at any time."
Since you're taking him out, you absolutely cannot let him show any unusual behavior, and you must prevent him from doing anything that would attract attention, understand?
"Relax, relax!" Aoko patted her chest confidently.
"With me, Aozaki Aoko, in charge, I'll definitely take care of him perfectly!"
I promise I won't let anyone on the street notice him!
……
After half an hour.
On the shopping street of Misaki-cho, Aoko Aozaki deeply understood what it meant to "make promises you can't keep."
"Are you kidding me!"
Aoko walked two steps ahead of Arthur, her inner turmoil almost overflowing in the comments section.
At first, things were fine; there weren't many pedestrians, and Arthur didn't cause a big commotion.
But the situation changed drastically once they reached the commercial street.
As we walked, almost everyone on the street was drawn to us.
There is only one reason:
Arthur's presence was simply too prominent.
Let's not even talk about how eye-catching it is to wear a pure black cloak on a commercial street.
His dazzling blond hair in the sunlight and his deep, clear emerald eyes alone were enough to draw the attention of every passerby.
"Oh, Mom, look over there! There's a strange older brother wearing a cloak!"
On the roadside, a little boy tugged at his mother's clothes and asked curiously.
"Shh! Be polite, don't point at strangers." The young mother quickly covered the little boy's mouth with her hand and looked at Arthur apologetically.
Just then, Arthur looked in the direction of the voice and gave the mother, whose eyes met his, a warm and gentle smile.
"..."
The mother's hand covering her child's mouth trembled, her fair face instantly turning bright red, and she didn't even know where to look.
"Ahhh! Look who that guy is?! He's so handsome!"
"Are foreign movie stars secretly filming on location? Or is it a rich kid from a wealthy family who ran away? That smile is deadly!"
On a street corner, several high school girls who had arranged to go shopping together became infatuated and excitedly argued with each other about something.
"Pshaw, what's so great about being good-looking..."
A high school student with a head of scraggly yellow hair leaned against a telephone pole, staring at Arthur with a resentful expression.
Seeing the pretty girls passing by casting glances at the man and hearing the endless praise around him, the blond guy was so jealous he was practically flying to heaven.
"Damn it! We're all blond, so why do you get so much attention from girls? Just because you're wearing a tattered cloak?!"
Yellow Hair shed tears of envy.
As more and more eyes turned to them, whispers began to gather and a slight commotion arose.
Aoko walked ahead, feeling like she was being pricked by needles. Her mind was filled with Yuju's cold, aloof face.
"I'm doomed! Has my promise to Yuju become a complete joke?!"
If Yuzhu knew I'd caused such a commotion on the street, she'd definitely chew me up like a fairytale monster, wouldn't she? She definitely would!
"Arthur, stop smiling at just anyone! Come with me now!"
Aoko could no longer tolerate this public humiliation.
She grabbed the edge of Arthur's cloak, pulled him across the zebra crossing, and plunged into a men's clothing store on the street corner like a refugee.
Welcome!
Just as the female shop assistant raised a professional smile and prepared to step forward, Aoko rushed to the clothes rack like a tornado.
"No time to explain!"
Aoko casually tore off a plain off-white knitted wool sweater and grabbed a pair of dark brown casual pants, stuffing them into Arthur's arms.
"Go inside and change out of that conspicuous tattered cloak!"
Aoko stood outside the fitting room with her hands on her hips, urging Arthur to go in quickly.
"If he just changed out of that conspicuous cloak and wore ordinary clothes, he'd probably attract far fewer glances, right?"
Aoko prayed uncertainly in her heart.
"I understand, Miss Aoko." Arthur nodded, picked up the clothes, and turned to walk towards the fitting room.
Just as his hand was about to touch the fitting room doorknob.
and many more!
"This guy seems to only be wearing this one cloak!!!"
Aoko's cheeks flushed red in a fraction of a second, steam almost materialized from her head, her azure eyes widened in terror, and she even stopped breathing.
"Arthur! You stop right there!"
Aoko let out a gasp.
She turned around like a whirlwind, looked around, and then fixed her gaze on the men's underwear in the corner of the shelf.
For a high school girl with little dating experience, in broad daylight, under the subtle gaze of the female shop assistant...
"Damn it...why do I have to suffer like this!"
With her eyes closed, Aoko charged toward the shelves like a warrior bravely facing death.
She didn't even dare to look closely at the size and style, grabbed two boxes of pure black boxer briefs haphazardly, and then sprinted back to the fitting room door at top speed.
"Aoko-chan..."
Arthur had just turned around and hadn't even had a chance to ask a question when he saw Aoko blushing, biting her lip, and forcefully slamming two boxes of items onto the top of the clothes he was holding.
"This one! Put this on for me too!"
Aoko's eyes were fixed on the floor, she didn't dare to look at Arthur at all, and her voice trembled slightly with extreme shame and indignation.
"Did you hear me, you pervert!"
Arthur lowered his head and looked at the two boxes with English letters printed on them in his arms.
"I see, so these are modern underwear?"
Arthur showed no signs of shyness or embarrassment.
He carefully examined the box, then looked up, his clear eyes filled with sincere gratitude.
"I am so sorry that I have to trouble Miss Aoko to think of such intimate clothing for me. Your thoughtfulness and consideration make me feel ashamed."
However… judging from my observation, this size might be a bit tight for me, but since it's your kind gesture, I will definitely…”
"Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!!!"
Aozaki Aoko's last shred of reason completely crumbled.
She screamed, interrupting Arthur's objective and deadly "size analysis," and roughly shoved him into the fitting room by pressing her hands on his back.
"No comments on the size! Not a single word! Get inside and exchange it now!!!"
"Bang!"
Aoko slammed the fitting room door shut.
Aoko leaned against the door, utterly exhausted, her hands covering her burning cheeks, a desperate wail echoing in her heart:
"Kill me... If Aoi finds out what I was doing just now, I, Aozaki Aoko, might as well jump off the cliff in Misaki Town today!!!"
Meanwhile, the female shop assistant who witnessed the whole thing covered her mouth tightly, as if she were reading a taboo novel, trying her best not to scream.
Two minutes later, the curtain of the fitting room was pulled open.
Arthur came out.
"hiss……"
With a collective gasp, Aoko and the female shop assistant next to her were both stunned.
How can there be a man who looks so charming in ordinary clothes?!
That seemingly ordinary off-white wool sweater was stretched out to reveal the beautiful muscle contours of Arthur's perfect physique.
The soft color of the wool sweater made him look like a lazy, noble prince.
"S-Sir..." The female shop assistant, wearing high heels, took two steps forward uncontrollably, her eyes glazed over, and swallowed nervously.
"This outfit...it's like it was tailor-made for you...it's absolutely perfect..."
"Hello!"
Seeing the shop assistant's eyes fixed on Arthur's face, Aoko's mental alarm went off.
"Miss shop assistant, please don't harass customers! Where's your professional ethics?!"
Aoko rushed forward and pulled Arthur behind her, blocking the shop assistant's view.
It seems that simply changing clothes is not enough.
In order to completely eliminate the disaster caused by this face, Aoko casually picked up a dark gray newsboy cap from the shelf next to her.
Then it was roughly placed on Arthur's head, barely covering his brilliant blond hair and emerald eyes.
"This is the one! Checkout!"
Aoko slapped the banknotes on the counter, not giving the clerk any chance to chat, and grabbed Arthur's wrist as they rushed out of the clothing store.
Aoko stopped running when she reached a park bench where there were few people around.
"Ugh... I only came out to buy two outfits, why is this more tiring than fighting a magic battle?!"
Arthur, who was standing next to Aoko, heard this. He lowered the brim of his hat and reminded her earnestly and with concern:
"Miss Aoko, it seems you still lack stamina."
"..."
Aoko looked up, speechless, staring at the culprit.
"Doesn't she even consider who's making me so tired?"
Aoko sighed wearily. At this moment, she was truly envious of those traditional magician families.
If she knew any convenient magic tricks like "hinting" or "lowering her presence," she wouldn't be suffering like this today!
Unfortunately, her magical talent was entirely focused on "destruction".