“Besides, stockings are something a lady should wear. Why is it that only you make so many excuses? Why is it that only you can’t do it? You have to wear them! You are a lady!”
“I… I don’t want to be a lady anymore… I want to go home… Weren’t we supposed to go to bed and sleep? How did I end up here?”
Then, Little Merlin finally couldn’t hold on any longer. She twisted her ankle and pitched forward. Her toes curled and gripped inside the shoe’s tip, but the stockings were too slippery, and she completely lost balance. Her calf, its sensitivity amplified by the tights, spasmed for a moment, and she fell forward. Little Merlin finally couldn’t hold on. She twisted her ankle and stumbled forward.
Just then, a knock came from outside the door.
“Excuse me, is Merlin here? We are lost travelers, and with us is… a nun from the Church.”
That voice… was Lucia?
Little Merlin felt like she had seen a savior. She tried to run over without a second thought, but because of the damned high heels and slippery stockings, the moment she took a step, her heel slid out of the shoe, and she lost her balance again.
The door swung open.
Mia, dressed in a nun’s habit, rushed in with sharp eyes and caught the stumbling Little Merlin.
“My, what a lovely young miss.”
Behind her, Mahina and Lucia stood in stunned silence at the scene before them.
Little Merlin, wearing sheer black stockings and black high heels, was sobbing in Mia’s arms. Meanwhile, the usually gentle Professor Ophelia was standing there with a pointer in hand, posing like a “wicked stepmother.”
“This…” Mahina felt her brain short-circuit.
“Mommy!” Little Merlin struggled in Mia’s arms and pointed at Mahina. “I want to go with them! I’m not playing anymore!”
“Take her away?” Ophelia laughed coldly, striking the floor hard with her pointer. “You want to take my daughter away? With the likes of you?”
“Your Highness Ophelia, we received a quest…” Lucia tried to explain, but her hand was already on her sword hilt.
“A quest? In this dungeon, I am the rule.”
Ophelia snapped her fingers lightly.
Boom!—
A suffocating pressure descended instantly. Lucia’s sword, which she had half-drawn, was forcibly pressed back into its sheath.
Before Mahina could even chant a spell, her knees buckled uncontrollably, and she dropped to one knee.
Even Mia, who seemed unfathomable, had to take a half-step back to barely withstand it.
This was an absolute difference in power, the “Plot Kill Authority” the dungeon had granted to the “Stepmother.”
“You want to take the Hero away to save the world? Fine… but…” Ophelia looked down at them from above, a mischievous glint in her eyes. “My daughter must be the most perfect lady in the world, a princess. If she can’t even manage basic posture, how can she go out and embarrass me?”
She pointed to the rows of clothing racks behind her, filled with fancy dresses and stockings—the trial ground Ophelia had prepared for her daughter.
“Help her pass all the ‘Lady’s Trials.’ Otherwise, you’ll stay here with her forever as dress-up dolls.”
“What… what kind of bullshit quest is this?” Lucia gritted her teeth, but her body wouldn’t move.
“You have no choice.” Ophelia waved her pointer again, and the pressure dissipated. “The trial begins now. Go. Help her change clothes.”
And so, Little Merlin’s torment began.
“Too sloppy! Mahina, straighten her waist!”
By now, Little Merlin had been forced into a custom-made modified short blue cheongsam. The tight design outlined her waist, which was still young but beginning to take shape. The high slits on both sides extended all the way to her thighs, revealing the lines of her legs with every movement.
On her legs were sheer flesh-colored pantyhose. They matched her skin tone but gave off an artificial smoothness.
Little Merlin stood in front of the mirror, wearing a pair of silver pointed-toe stilettos.
“So… so weird…”
Little Merlin tried to move her toes, but found that under the flesh-colored hose, they could only slip helplessly on the smooth insole. Every time she tried to grip, the fibers of the stockings stretched with the curl of her toes, tightly squeezing between them, bringing a strange, constricting sensation.
“Stand up straight, Merlin.”
Mahina crouched on the ground, holding Little Merlin’s calves with both hands to help her adjust her stance.
Though reluctant in her heart, Mahina had to admit that Little Merlin in her cheongsam and flesh-colored stockings was so cute it made her heart race. Her palms pressed against the thin layer of stocking, feeling the warm skin and taut muscles beneath. The flimsy hose felt almost nonexistent, but the silky texture constantly reminded Mahina that Merlin was wearing stockings.
“…Mahina… your hands are so hot… so tight…”
Little Merlin wobbled slightly due to the insufficient support of the high heels. To keep her balance, she had to squeeze her legs together.
Squeak—
The inner thighs, wrapped in flesh-colored pantyhose, pressed tightly together, rubbing against each other with every tiny movement. That delicate, frictionless, slippery sensation caused Little Merlin’s face to flush bright red.
“What kind of maid outfit is this?! The skirt is way too short! It’s much shorter than the poster girl outfit from before.”
This time it was a classic black-and-white maid uniform, but the hem was terrifyingly short; a slight bend would expose everything. Ophelia insisted on pairing it with white lace-top thigh-high stockings.
Lucia looked at the fabric in her hands and said, blushing, “Come on, lift your leg.”
“Don’t… don’t… this is so weird…”
Lucia knelt on one knee and, with a red face, slipped the white thigh-highs over Little Merlin’s toes. The white stockings extended upward along her calves, and the slight sensation of the fibers brushing against her skin made Little Merlin want to shrink her foot.
Slowly pulling them up, the white lace band bit into the soft flesh of her thighs, leaving an enticing mark.
Click.
When Lucia fastened the garter to the top of the stocking, Little Merlin flinched sensitively.
“That strap… it’s so tight…”
“Bear with it.” Lucia said gruffly, but her hands were surprisingly gentle.
This time, she was paired with a pair of chunky round-toe heels. Though they looked cute, they were quite heavy.
“Carry the tea tray and walk along this straight line. The water must not spill.” Ophelia ordered.
Little Merlin held the tray and took a cautious step.
With each step, the garter straps on her thighs would be pulled taut by the movement of her leg, then relax again. The alternating pull and release tugged at the lace tops, making them slide slightly against the skin of her thighs, causing an unbearable itch.
“…So weird… so uncomfortable…”
Little Merlin tried to bring her legs together to ease the sensation, but that only made the lace edge and the stockings on her inner thighs rub against each other, provoking an even stronger reaction, nearly causing her to drop the tea tray.
Oww!!
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