Following Celine's request, Roger carefully packaged the three-piece set of sexy lingerie, preparing to deliver it to her home.
Just as he was about to head out, a customer suddenly appeared at the door.
Hathaway!
Before Roger could even react, Hathaway strode straight into the shop.
"What now? Why are you here again?" Roger followed her in and asked.
Hathaway sat down on a nearby stool, smiling sweetly. "I've already got that talent-enhancing Elixir Pill you wanted. As long as you're willing to pay, I can hand it over to you anytime."
Roger blinked in surprise. "You got it that fast? Are you sure you're not messing with me?"
Hathaway pulled out an Elixir Pill box from her bag and waved it in front of him. "Ta-da~ This is a talent-enhancing Elixir Pill. And it's three-star quality."
"How much?" Roger was seriously tempted.
Hathaway said, "Three thousand five hundred gold coins."
Roger's jaw dropped. "That expensive?!"
He had known these types of Elixir Pills were ridiculously pricey, but he hadn't expected this kind of number.
Three thousand five hundred gold coins—that was an absurd amount. How many sexy lingerie sets would he have to make just to scrape that together?
With that kind of money, even someone like the famed Dudon Knight would have trouble coming up with it all at once.
As for Hathaway managing to acquire a talent-enhancing Elixir Pill—Roger wasn't all that surprised.
The Skeleton Faction was loaded. They had easy access to the black market and could get their hands on rare and exotic Elixir Pills and all kinds of other powerful items without breaking a sweat.
"Most people can't afford this kind of pill. I can hold onto it for you. Once you've made enough money, come find me and buy it. Sound fair?" Hathaway twirled the pill box between her fingers.
Roger thought it over carefully, then said, "Alright, but it'll take a long time."
To him, both women and money were essential to daily life—but a pill that could boost his natural talent? That was a treasure he had to have.
Just that one Elixir Pill had been enough to make up his mind—he would accept Hathaway's order.
She had shown such sincerity—he owed her at least that much face.
"I don't need something like this, and I'm not giving it to anyone else. I'll hold onto it just for you. So… now, are you willing to take my order?" Hathaway asked.
"No problem," Roger answered without hesitation. "Wait here—I need to go make a delivery."
Hathaway smiled faintly. "Alright. Don't take too long."
Roger left the shop and made his way toward Celine's home.
Celine lived up in the northern hills of Windmill Town, surrounded by wide pastures filled with cows, horses, sheep, chickens, and ducks.
It took Roger over ten minutes to walk there.
Up on the hillside, a number of workers were tending to the animals. Celine, dressed in tight leather pants and a matching jacket, was riding a white horse, galloping down a trail.
When she spotted Roger from afar, she immediately turned her horse and rode toward him.
"Wow! My sexy lingerie is finally done!" Celine exclaimed, hopping off her horse and eagerly snatching the parcel from Roger's hands.
Inside the package, the three-piece lingerie set was neatly arranged.
Roger crossed his arms and said, "This design is made just for you. I guarantee it'll boost your charm by several levels."
"Quick, come with me and help me try something on." Celine urgently tugged his arm as she hurried toward her home.
Her house perched midway up the mountainside - a two-story wooden structure framed by a generous courtyard. The entire mountain and surrounding pastures comprised her family's estate.
Leading Roger inside, Celine brought him to her bedroom. The orderly space featured a window overlooking the valley, its adjacent desk displaying several carved animal puppets.
"Thin... small... yet beautiful! I can't imagine how these delicate things will fit me, let alone carry magical properties." Celine stared at the three-piece lingerie set labeled "Sexy."
Without another word, Roger drew the curtains. "I'll show you. Start undressing."
Hathaway's cheeks flushed. "What if someone sees?"
Despite her protest, her body moved with compliant slowness. She peeled off the leather bodysuit, unwound the chest wrap, then slipped free of her panties. Her voluptuous rose-tinted form stood fully revealed before Roger's gaze.
The sudden exposure of her flawless nudity ignited primal heat in Roger's abdomen. His manhood strained against his trousers, fabric tenting conspicuously.
"Quit staring!" Celine covered her face, voice muffled through her fingers.
Roger exhaled sharply. Retrieving the lace bra from the bed, he carefully positioned the cups beneath her full breasts. Guiding her arms through the straps, he secured the clasp. The blush-pink undergarment featured tiered floral embroidery edged with white lace, perfectly complementing Celine's youthful, almost doll-like charm.
Peeking between her fingers, Celine watched Roger's methodical movements, face burning crimson.
Next came the panties. The matching set bore identical lace detailing, a silk rose adorning the front panel. Roger's gaze inadvertently dropped to the neatly trimmed auburn curls at her apex, the tender flesh beneath radiating irresistible allure.
Clenching his jaw, Roger gestured to the bed. "Sit. Spread your legs."
"I can manage this part." Celine snatched the panties and perched on the mattress. In her haste, she accidentally reversed front and back.
Roger chuckled. "Your stubbornness backfired. The rose goes in front."
"What? Really?"
"Have you ever seen decorative stitching on someone's rear?"
"Oh." Comprehension dawned, deepening her blush.
Kneeling, Roger parted her thighs and efficiently corrected the error. The intimate view of her delicate folds tested his resolve. Holy hell, that perfect pink... His inner voice growled as he fought rising desire.
As he fastened the final clasp, his face neared her chest. The subtle fragrance of her perfume - wild lilacs with honey undertones - washed over him, tightening his self-control to breaking point.
In that moment, his mind was in chaos, spinning with lust and longing.
If it weren't for the shred of self-control he still clung to, he would've already thrown Celine onto the bed and taken her—hard and without hesitation.
Celine, being seduced by such an attractive man, was equally overwhelmed with desire. Her skin flushed a deep pink, and the heat between her legs grew slick. She clenched her teeth, doing her best to keep herself in check.
After slipping into her lacy panties, it was time for the stockings.
They were pale pink, simple in style, with delicate lace-trimmed garter straps woven from silver thread. No extra frills.
Roger crouched, lifting her left leg onto his thigh. He gently rolled the stocking up her leg, then did the same with the right. With practiced care, he fastened the garters into place.
And with that, the full lingerie set was complete.
"All done. Take a look—what do you think?" Roger said, standing.
Celine walked over to the vanity, admiring her reflection in the round mirror. She turned a few times, checking her body from every angle.
"Wow! I look amazing! This makes me look even sexier!" she said, genuinely surprised.
Roger let his eyes roam over her. "You're already gorgeous and sexy. The lingerie just highlights what's already perfect."
"I love you so much!" Celine suddenly wrapped her arms around him and kissed his cheek.
Roger stepped back a little. "Alright, stop. Your body's already driving me insane. If you keep doing this, I might just…"
He didn't finish, but the meaning was clear.
Celine grinned and stuck out her tongue. "Even if you can't hold back, you have to. If my dad finds out I slept with you, he'll literally kill me."
Roger let out a helpless smile. "I wish I didn't have to hold back."
Celine sighed. "Honestly? Same here. But wishing doesn't change the reality."
"Then get dressed before I lose the last of my self-control," Roger said, collapsing onto the bed.
"Mhm." Celine turned to the wardrobe and began picking out clothes.
She tried on several dresses, looking for the perfect one to match the lingerie. After much deliberation, she settled on a short, violet dress that hugged her curves.
"I've got to get back to work," she said. "Settle up the bill for me, would you? Bra—fifteen gold coins. Panties—ten. Stockings—twenty. Service fee—five. All in, no discounts." Roger spoke casually, like he was reading off a menu.
Celine stared at him. "That's outrageous! You might as well be robbing me."
Roger shrugged. "Quality has its price. If you think it's too much, you can return the lingerie."