thefictionvixens Chapter 86 When helping someone put on clothes, there's nothing you can do about touching their
Chapter 86 When helping someone put on clothes, there's nothing you can do about touching their
Chapter 87 When helping someone put on clothes, there's nothing you can do about touching their skin, right?
Fitting room.
The Duke's mansion's dressing room was actually the tailor's area, but when Ivina chose her dress, it became her private space.
Countless gorgeous gowns were displayed from the far east to the west, with over a hundred gowns to choose from.
Each gown is made of the finest materials and has a unique design, yet even so, only one of these hundreds of gowns will ultimately be worn by Ivina.
In fact, from the very beginning, the Duke never expected Ivina to actually wear it.
After all, she had no chance of ever going out into the world or overcoming her mental illness.
Therefore, all of this is absurd and extravagant, but this is the treatment that the daughter of a duke, the leader of the eastern nobles of the Linlank Empire and the economic lifeline of the empire, receives.
Ivina took Rhodes's hand and led him from the easternmost point to the westernmost point.
"What should I choose?" Ivina bit her finger, her eyes filled with trouble.
For someone like her who isn't good at dressing up, makeup and clothes are just too terrible.
She doesn't need those things; even in her simplest state, she is already exquisitely beautiful.
"It's hard to say." Rod looked at the clothes, also perplexed. "But—this outfit is quite nice."
It was a Lolita outfit with an interior made of deep red rose and black, and an outer layer of a white cotton knitted cape.
The shimmering red gemstones alone are enough to attract attention.
Rhodes could assure you that if Ivina, that petite white-haired, red-eyed girl, wore it, she would look exceptionally luxurious and charming.
"Hmm—!" Ivina nodded. "Since Rhodes said this method is good—let's give it a try."
She reached out and took off the dress, then ran away, disappearing from Rod's sight.
Rod was slightly taken aback.
He knew, of course, that Ivina wanted to go to the small room to change and see what was going on, but the problem was—
How can she put on her dress if no one helps her?
The back corset of this special dress is quite troublesome; at least Rhodes was prepared to help Ivina get dressed.
Wait, that sounds really weird.
Rhodes shook his head, thinking that maybe Ivina was strong enough to put it on.
"Lord Rhodes."
"Um?"
Rod glanced at Horenaard, who was walking into the tailor's room.
"Your Grace," Rhodes bowed.
"No need for that—aristocratic etiquette is for commoners." Horenad shook his head.
His eyes held a complex expression. "But Lord Rhodes, can Vina really manage to successfully enter the coming-of-age ceremony?"
"if----"
"There are no 'ifs' anymore," Rhodes replied calmly, his eyes deep. "I can only do my best to ensure she gets through all of this to her satisfaction."
"Is that so—" Horenad felt he was getting old, and he was increasingly unable to express anything to his daughter.
The hatred he felt for his wife's death when he was young led him to unleash it on this girl, and now it's too late for his regrets.
People inevitably make mistakes, and while they always try to make amends, they often seem so powerless and ridiculous.
in this way.
He reached into his pocket and took out the special gift he had prepared.
"Lord Rhodes, please give this ring to Vina."
The Duke handed the gift box containing the ring to Rhodes, his eyes aged. "Even if I give it to her, it will be meaningless now."
"But this ring is indeed a special item that I went to great lengths to obtain."
"—Your Grace, Duke." Rhodes was slightly taken aback.
"This ring can control Vina's [bloodlust] state to a certain extent and also play a role in regulating her meridians."
You can hand the ring to her directly, or you can choose to put it on her finger, or even—even her ring finger.
The choice is yours.
Horenad didn't say much, but simply handed the ring box to Rhodes.
"This." Rhodes took the box and gently opened it—
Then, the ring appeared.
Leaving aside the scarlet gem in the middle, the "Bluebell Lotus border ring is surprisingly ordinary"—Rhodes said softly.
"Really? I don't know much about this kind of thing." The Duke shook his head. "Is this how it's called in other places?"
"Yes, this is a custom of our Melanie Empire—the Bluebell Lotus symbolizes tender love, which can represent both familial love and romantic love."
After all, it symbolizes being together forever.
The Duke remained silent.
He seemed to have made a great decision before he spoke: "Is that so? Then, I'll leave it to you to hand to her."
The Duke slowly shook his head, and then said nothing more.
He simply left it all to the future, and detached it all from himself—turning away.
Rhodes glanced at the departing duke, then at the ring on his hand, his eyes flickering.
His fingertips tightened their grip on the box slightly.
but.
"Rhodes." Ivina's voice came from the small room, her face flushed with embarrassment.
"I can't wear it—"
"————" Rhodes chuckled, "I understand."
He put the ring in his pocket and strode towards Ivina.
When they reached the door, Ivina still looked embarrassed and carefully closed the door.
"Could you close your eyes for a moment? I need to adjust the abdominal binder behind me."
"Hey, how can I help you pull it if you don't open your eyes?" Rod said with a hint of helplessness, raising his hand to push the door open and walking into the room.
"Wow! Rape—"
Before Ivina could finish speaking, Rhodes covered her mouth.
"If you keep talking nonsense, I won't help you."
"----oh."
"Turn around." Rod patted her waist.
"No, don't look." Ivina's fingers were clenched tightly, and the tips of her ears were bright red.
That being said, she obediently turned around and exposed her snow-white skin to Rhodes' eyes;
A perfect arc appeared in his eyes, the girl's skin revealing itself from her collarbone to ten centimeters above her pubic bone, and faintly revealing the shadows below, making him feel aroused.
At this moment, Ivina was like a tempting dessert, exquisitely beautiful.
"Hmm, I didn't look at it much." Rhodes said sincerely, and reached out to help wrap the corset straps around Ivina's back one by one—
Tighten, wrap, tighten, wrap, starting from the top layer of skin, you always accidentally touch the skin.
When it was finally pulled to the bottom, Ivina's body twitched slightly, and she made a shameful sound.
"Ugh—!"
Ruined.
The moment the sound was accidentally made, the atmosphere between the two became extremely awkward.
The air was compressed to almost nothing, but Rhodes still forced himself to suppress his emotions and said, "Alright."
"Oh—" Ivina responded with a slight pant, then turned around.
At that moment, the image of the girl in her exquisite dress completely flooded into Rhodes' mind.
Beautiful and pure white, like a porcelain doll; luxurious yet pleasing to the eye.
Yes.
Everything about the girl was so beautiful, her body so pure and lovely.
But what will happen at the end of the story remains unknown.
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