In the market.
"The items you mentioned are o-over there... and if you want to try them on, the f-fitting room is that way..."
"Thank you. By the way, you look incredibly pale..."
"Huh? I’m fine! I’m fine..."
Despite claiming to be fine, the clerk couldn’t take his eyes off Urga, who was staring at the frilly one-piece dresses as if they were alien artifacts. He looked absolutely terrified.
Just how scared was he?
I didn’t know if he was a regular employee or the manager, but trembling this noticeably while serving a customer was incredibly rude.
However, considering how often the media reports on Hunters abusing their power and committing crimes against civilians, it wasn’t entirely baseless.
With her intense, ferocious appearance, Urga clearly didn’t look like a civilian. It was enough to instill primal fear in a fragile ordinary person like this clerk (or manager).
Of course, such incidents usually happened in major cities where large dungeons formed, but criminals didn’t exactly choose their locations based on laws.
"My Big Sis isn’t involved in that line of work, so you don’t need to tremble like that."
"I-I’m sorry..."
I tried to reassure him since he looked like he was about to faint, but my words probably sounded as convincing as a dog owner saying, ’My dog doesn’t bite,’ while their Doberman bares its fangs and flattens its ears. He didn’t seem much relieved.
Still, I had to respect his professionalism. Despite his fear, he pointed out where the items were and even estimated Urga’s size just by looking at her body.
"It’s rude to stand there like that. Come here."
"Hiyah, look how thin this is... Urgh!"
I grabbed Urga by the scruff of her neck as she waved a dress around like a flag in the corner of the shop.
"Where are we going? Look at all these clothes!"
"Your size is too massive. There’s almost nothing here that would fit your huge tits and ass."
"Whaaaat?!"
But there are so many?!
She reached out desperately for the receding dresses as I dragged her away, almost screaming in despair. But she didn’t actually grab one—she knew deep down that those flimsy rags wouldn’t fit her powerful physique.
I shoved the visibly sullen Urga into the fitting room. She tilted her head, looking around as if this was her first time in such a place.
"What is this place?"
"It’s a fitting room. A place to test the clothes. Like when you check if a weapon fits your hand before choosing it, you wear the clothes to see if they fit."
"Pffft... I guess. Just like testing a grip, clothes shouldn’t be any different."
So that’s how you choose clothes!
I handed the pile of clothes I had picked out to Urga, who was giggling at her reflection in the fitting room mirror.
"Just get changed in here for a moment."
"Okay. Where are you going?"
"I have a quick errand outside. It won’t take long."
I pulled the curtain shut, leaving Urga alone, and immediately left the clothing store.
"Hey."
"Y-Yes?!"
"Come here for a second."
Hearing a slightly ominous voice from behind as I left, I decided I needed to finish my business quickly. I rushed to an optician about 3 to 5 minutes away, grabbed a pair of sunglasses, and headed back the way I came.
Did she cause trouble in that short time?
Urga wasn’t the type to beat people up randomly, but you never know with the world.
"Huh?"
With a vague sense of anxiety, I hurried back to the clothing store where my car was parked.
As I expected, the clerk who had been guarding the counter was gone. Meanwhile, the curtain of the fitting room where Urga was supposed to be was flapping wildly.
Did she get annoyed that he was trembling and decided to teach him a lesson?!
But contradicting my dark thoughts, a pale hand popped out from between the curtains. Then, the missing clerk crawled out from inside, smiling broadly with a perfectly intact body.
"Have a good time~"
"Excuse me?"
I looked at the clerk, wondering what nonsense he was spouting. He just grinned like a fool, hung a ’Lunch Time’ sign on the door, and walked right out of the store.
I had been gone for ten minutes at most. What the hell happened in that short time?
[M-Maybe that clerk beat the crap out of that wild boar?!]
"Eh, no way..."
Say something that makes sense.
[No! You never know! Just like how Eleonora that sow turned out to be a massive loose cunt, maybe he poked her weak point...!]
Hearing it like that, it sounds strangely persuasive.
The world is wide and masters are hidden everywhere. Did Urga really get owned by that clerk?
It was a ridiculous thought, but seeing the clerk who was trembling earlier now smiling without a scratch, and looking at the fitting room that was dead silent...
Various circumstances were amplifying my delusions.
If that’s the case, should I quietly retreat to save her face?
As I was seriously considering this—
"What are you doing? Get in here!"
"You’re ali—Kuh!"
Without any warning, a hand shot out from the curtains and grabbed me by the collar. With irresistible, monstrous strength, she dragged me straight into the fitting room.
Don’t tell me she’s pissed about getting owned by the clerk and wants to take it out on me?
I squeezed my eyes shut and raised my arms to guard my face like a coward. Urga spoke to me in a tone of disbelief.
"What are you doing? Why are you scrunching your eyes like that?"
"...You’re not going to hit me?"
"Why would I hit you?! Stop acting weird and look at me. How do I look?"
Thump, Thump. Hopefully, the disaster I imagined didn’t happen. I slowly opened my eyelids.
"Wow..."
I couldn’t help but gasp in admiration.
She was wearing an outfit completely different from what I had imagined.
I had definitely picked out the safest options—jeans and a white t-shirt—matching her size. I didn’t know much about women’s fashion, nor did I know Urga’s preference, so I just chose the most standard items.
But the safe outfit in my imagination was nowhere to be seen.
On her lower body, she wore hot pants—no, micro hot pants that barely covered her pussy and ass cheeks, exposing her succulent, chocolate-colored thighs entirely.
As if to soothe a male’s disappointment, the black strings of her panties were pulled high over her tanned pelvis. The zipper was half-undone and sliding down, stimulating my lust and making me imagine the wet heat beneath.
On top, instead of the white tee I thought would cover her belly, she wore a black tank top that exposed her toned abs and waist. It struggled to contain her massive tits, her deep cleavage spilling out aggressively.
"Ku-huhu... You’re completely staring. I know I’m pretty, but..."
"Yes, you’re really pretty. Seriously."
"What?! O-Of c-course! *Ahem.. saying such obvious things so casually! I’m not happy about it at all!"
She had transformed from a fierce warrior into a healthy, tanned beauty—a complete metamorphosis. Watching me admire her, she giggled, poking me.
However, she seemed awkward in this outfit, fidgeting with her fingers as she asked me shyly.
"...Am I really pretty?"
"Yes, truly beautiful. You look amazing naked, of course, but this look... it really suits you. If the old you was a brave female warrior, now you’re a healthy, sexy beauty—Mmph!"
Before I could even finish my sentence, her lips, soft as a peach, crashed against mine.
It wasn’t the wet, tongue-tangling erotic kiss we shared in bed, but a kiss clearly intended to shut my mouth.
I slid my arms around Urga’s waist and back, pulling her into my embrace.
Despite being the one who initiated the kiss, she squeezed her eyes shut in a panic, her body melting as she leaned into my arms just like before.
About ten seconds passed. Suddenly, she placed her hand on my pants—and then shoved me hard into the corner of the fitting room.
Thud!
But that wasn’t the end.
As my back hit the wooden panel, Urga slammed her hand next to my head.
Thud!
Her fist punched straight through the wood of the fitting room wall. Was this the legendary Kabedon (wall-slam)?
She had literally punched a peephole into the next stall. I looked up at her with wide, shocked eyes, intending to ask what this was about.
But there, a woman who had turned into a hungry wolf was grinning ferociously.
"You really oiled up that mouth of yours. Huh? D-Did you think I, this Urga, would fall for such sweet flattery?!"
"Pfft!"
"Y-You laugh?! You’re laughing... Shall I show you what happens when you underestimate this Big Sis?!"
Urga’s hand was reaching straight for my cock.