In a dressing room, four ladies, a girl, and a boy were present. Guess what?
The four ladies were half-naked, wearing only bras and panties. The girl's nakedness was covered, which was fortunate.
But one thing that was vexing was that the guy had his eyes closed. My brother was missing heaven—a scene so beautiful—and he was closing his eyes. Doesn't he know how many people would give anything to be in his position?
Four peak beauties with only one guy inside, but the guy wasn't following the plot. Of course, his "little brother" was thrilled by the scene, rising up like a spear.
What made things even more interesting was that three of the ladies were covering their bodies, blushing. Only one stood straight, boldly staring at the "little brother" below. You could even see a tent forming in her panties.
This was Draco and the ladies. Draco was already regretting coming shopping; he had never imagined being forced into such a situation.
His current strength wasn't enough to overpower Ivy and the others, leaving him subdued. He closed his eyes, chanting silently, trying to suppress his "little brother."
"I think you should stop pretending," Draco heard Alya whisper. Confused by what she ant, he opened his eyes.
It turned out to be Lyraea. She was saying this too, her face completely red.
POOF!
Draco was shocked to see a familiar figure replacing Lyraea. A mature Lyraea now stood before him. Even though her chest wasn't as large as Alya's, it was still impressive. She looked like the perfect lady anyone could dream of.
Such a beauty stood half-naked in silver bra and panties.
"You..." Draco stamred, confused by what he was seeing. It turned out Lyraea had awakened, but since when?
"Such a big one," Alya giggled, squeezing Lyraea's assets, making her let out a soft moan.
This snapped Draco out of his thoughts, his entire face flushing red. If this were an ani, steam would be coming out of his head.
"What are you doing?" Draco cried out, unable to process what was happening.
Alya didn't stop but went on to tease all the ladies, making Draco's body heat up and leaving him unable to handle the scene.
His mind, still like that of a two-year-old in terms of sexual matters due to his mory loss, found the scene overwhelming. For so people, this would have been heaven—a visual delicacy.
"Oh, does Master want to calm it down for him?" Alya giggled, moving closer to Draco.
Draco stepped back in fear, watching Alya vigilantly.
My brother is disgracing us n.
This position was supposed to be reversed—Alya should have been the one looking flustered. Instead, Draco was acting like this.
After several minutes of argunt, Draco's mind was breached, unable to resist the lust bubbling inside him. His face was bright red.
Now, things were finally following the plot. It was ti for Draco to experience what it felt like in Ninth Heaven.
"You know Master can't have sex yet," Xylara's voice rang in Alya's mind.
Alya pouted at hearing this. "Okay, I understand," she said, but her hands were already moving toward Draco's trousers, loosening them and pulling them down to reveal the golden, large "spear" that seed ready to pierce the world.
"So big," all the girls muttered in unison. Draco, his mind half-filled with lust, wanted to stop Alya but couldn't ignore the anticipation welling up inside him. Slowly, his mind leaned toward the budding excitent.
"What are you doing?" Xylara cried out, seeing the scene.
"You said Master can't have sex, but that doesn't an I can't suck this candy," Alya giggled, her mind clouded with lust.
The other ladies were blushing, their eyes glued to the "spear," filled with their own anticipation.
As Alya brought the "spear" closer to her mouth...
"Misses, are you done?" the receptionist's voice rang out. This snapped Draco out of his trance, clearing his mind and suppressing his lust. Quickly, he dragged his trousers up and ran out of the dressing room.
The female receptionist was shocked to see Draco running out while holding his trousers. Her gaze montarily lingered on the noticeable "little brother," and she couldn't help but marvel at its strength.
"I'm sorry if I interrupted anything," she mumbled, quickly retreating.
Hearing the receptionist's words made Alya pout in annoyance. Though frustrated, she sighed in resignation. It seed today wasn't her lucky day. Still, she vowed that she would seize another opportunity to make her master fall for her.
The sight of Draco leaving left the ladies with an odd sense of emptiness. The anticipation they had built up dissipated as they glanced down at their damp panties—a beautiful yet fleeting mont lost.
Draco, now outside, took a deep breath and lay down on the cushioned seat, adjusting his trousers properly. His "little brother" remained uncomfortably hard, causing him so pain, but he endured it, firmly suppressing his urges.
If not for the receptionist's interruption, he knew he might have succumbed to his desires. Despite this, a strange emptiness lingered in his chest. Shaking his head to dispel these feelings, he tried to focus.
The sight of the ladies in their bras and panties flashed in his mind, making his face flush red. Desperate to distract himself, he grabbed his phone and began reading a novel.
Before long, the ladies reappeared in front of him, their new outfits a breathtaking sight.
"How do we look?" Alya asked, her voice teasing. She wore a deep black gown that highlighted her enchanting figure, her ample cleavage impossible to ignore.
Rose donned a purple gown embroidered with lilies, exuding elegance.
Adrianna wore a golden dress that complented her radiant beauty.
Ivy was dressed in an icy blue gown, accentuating her cool charm.
Lastly, Lyraea wore a silver dress that shimred like moonlight, enhancing her ethereal aura.
"Beautiful," Draco murmured unconsciously.
His words made all the ladies blush, except for Alya, who smirked knowingly.
It was true—each of them was stunning. Their individual charms were distinct yet harmonious, creating an unparalleled visual masterpiece.
"How about you try on so clothes too, Master?" Alya chuckled mischievously as they dragged Draco toward the n's section.
"Take us to the n's section," Alya instructed the receptionist, who guided them to the appropriate area.
Draco's natural charm shone through no matter what he wore. Every outfit seed as if it were tailor-made for him, enhancing his already striking looks.
After so deliberation, the girls finally settled on a suit.
When Draco stepped out of the dressing room, their eyes sparkled in awe. He wore a black shirt paired with a wine-colored suit and trousers, complented by polished black shoes. The ensemble elevated his beauty, leaving the girls montarily speechless.
Rose quickly pulled out her phone and handed it to the receptionist. "Take a picture of us," she requested.
Draco stood in the center, with Rose on his left and Lyraea on his right. Adrianna positioned herself farther left, Ivy stood farther right, and Alya took the farthest right.
CLICK!
The photo was taken, and they experinted with different poses, each one more captivating than the last.
Their activity soon drew the attention of the shop manager, a brown-haired lady who approached them.
"We would like to feature your pictures in our magazine, showcasing our clothing," the manager proposed. "Don't worry; you won't do it for free."
She presented a deep diamond card. "This card will give you a 50% discount at any of our branches across Cerulean."
Her offer made them pause to consider, but the temptation was too strong to resist. They ultimately agreed.
The group began trying on various outfits, striking poses for the cara like part-ti models. The experience turned into an unexpected yet enjoyable fashion showcase.
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