CHAPTER 116: UNDERWEAR IS TRICKY... I NEED YOUR MEASUREMENTS — PART 3 (R-18).

Sid other hand slid around to grasp her neglected breast, squeezing it firmly as his fingers pinched and rolled her nipple between them. Evelise arched into his touch, a soft moan escaping her lips before she could stop it. Sid’s grin turned predatory as he watched the conflicting emotions play across her face — embarrassment, anger, and undeniable lust. He knew he had her right where he wanted her.

His hands continued their sensual exploration of Evelise’s breasts, kneading and squeezing the soft flesh with increasing fervor. He could feel her nipples hardening even further against his palms, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps as he teased and tormented her sensitive peaks.

Her moans grew louder, more desperate, as Sid’s touch sent waves of pleasure coursing through her body. He could sense the heat building between her legs, the dampness growing in the thatch of hair at the junction of her thighs. She was getting wetter by the second, and it was all because of him.

Just as Evelise’s hips began to buck forward, seeking friction against his thigh, Sid abruptly withdrew his hands. He stepped back, leaving her breasts exposed and aching for more. For a moment, she just stood there, chest heaving and eyes glazed with lust.

Then reality came crashing back in. He had gotten exactly what he needed — a thorough understanding of her measurements and a confirmation of her incredible sensuality.

"You know,"

He said casually, turning back to his inventory screen,

"You’re really something else, Evelise. A solid ten out of ten on the sex appeal scale— system scan doesn’t lie,"

He winked at her over his shoulder before focusing on crafting her new outfit. With practiced ease, Sid assembled the pieces of clothing in his mind’s eye — a snug fitting shirt that would accentuate her ample bosom, a pair of pants that would hug her curves just right, and...other garments designed to cover and protect her most intimate areas.

His grin faltered as his gaze drifted down Evelise’s body, lingering on the jagged bite marks that marred her midsection. The wounds had faded somewhat, but they were still visible — a stark reminder of the trauma she had endured. He frowned, his earlier playfulness giving way to a more somber expression.

"Those bites..."

He murmured, stepping closer to examine them more closely. "They’re...still there."

Evelise’s hands flew to her stomach, covering the scars as if to hide them from view. Her face flushed with embarrassment and anger.

"Don’t look at them,"

She snapped, her voice trembling slightly.

"They’re... they’re nothing. Just... just a part of me now."

Sid’s expression softened, and he reached out to gently pry her hands away from the bite marks. His fingers traced the raised flesh lightly, sending a shiver down Evelise’s spine. Sid’s fingers lingered on Evelise’s scars for a moment longer before he reluctantly pulled away.

He turned back to his inventory, his brow furrowed in concentration as he crafted her new outfit. With a flourish, he presented her with the completed garments — a simple yet elegant ensemble consisting of a cotton shirt, skirt, and panties.

The shirt was a soft white, with short sleeves and a scooped neckline that would showcase her collarbone and the upper swell of her breasts. The skirt was a delicate lavender hue, falling just above her knees and accentuating the curves of her hips and thighs. And the panties...well, they were designed to provide ample coverage while still hugging her intimate areas snugly.

[SYSTEM MESSAGE!]

[Crafting Complete!]

[Item Crafted: Cotton Shirt x1]

[Item Crafted: Cotton skirt x1]

[Item Crafted: Cotton panty x1]

Sid held out the clothes to Evelise with a grin.

"Here you go, Your Majesty. A fresh set of duds, courtesy of yours truly."

He winked at her playfully. Evelise didn’t say a word, just stepped forward quickly, snatched the clothes from his hands, and turned her back as she dressed in silence. Sid raised an eyebrow, a faint smirk tugging at his lips.

"No thanks, huh? I worked hard on those."

Evelise didn’t answer. She just adjusted the shirt, smoothing the fabric down over her sides. The skirt swayed lightly as she shifted, the lavender cloth catching the faint glow of the fire. For a moment, Sid forgot to breathe. The clothes fit her perfectly and when she finally turned to face him, his smirk faltered. The outfit framed her slender figure in a way that was both simple and striking. She looked softer now, more human, the faint blush on her cheeks betraying her embarrassment.

"It fits... and it’s... warm. The fabric feels like it’s breathing."

The faint sound of the system chimed in the air:

[Task Completed: New Clothes]

[+15 Bond Points gained]

[Current BP: 35/100]

[Heart Status: Violet]

Evelise exhaled softly, her shoulders easing as the warmth of the fire filled the room. Sid stretched out on the wooden floor, using his backpack as a makeshift pillow.

"Go on. Take the bed. You’ve been through enough today."

Evelise hesitated for a moment before nodding. She headed into the small bedroom and lay down slowly, the soft fabric of her new clothes brushing against the blanket. The bed was far from perfect, but it was warm.

As the night wore on, the fire crackled gently in the hearth, casting shifting shadows along the walls. Evelise lay still beneath the blanket, her eyes open to the flicker of light creeping under the door. Despite her exhaustion, sleep eluded her as her mind raced with the events of the day... Sid’s touch lingered on her skin like a phantom caress, igniting a fire within her that refused to be extinguished.

She shifted restlessly beneath the blankets, her body aching with a need she dared not name. The memory of his fingers exploring her most intimate places sent a shiver down her spine, and she bit her lip to stifle a moan.

In the living room, Sid was equally tormented by desire. The image of Evelise’s naked form was burned into his retinas, and he could still smell the intoxicating scent of her arousal. His hand drifted down to his hardening length, giving it a squeeze through his pants.

Both minds are thinking the same... they need to jerk it and release the horniness.