Although Serveyia’s words sounded extremely professional, Lin Sheng still sharply caught the main point in her statement.
“So, does that mean I have to wear stockings all the time?”
“Yes, Your Highness, Saint Laia has prepared stockings for you for every occasion, so there’s no need to worry at all.”
Is that really what I’m worried about?
Lin Sheng thought, but he also understood that if he wanted to suppress his sensitivity, stockings were his only option.
“I understand. Give me the panties.”
Lin Sheng felt as if his bottom line was lowering step by step.
Is it true that people can throw away their dignity for survival?
Serveyia handed the panties to Lin Sheng and, after confirming that the Magic Array was active, turned her head “like a gentleman” to give Lin Sheng some space to change clothes.
There was no warmth on the panties.
So, it wasn’t something the Maid just took off.
For some reason, Lin Sheng actually felt a little disappointed.
Compared to stockings, panties were much easier to wear.
All he had to do was slip them on.
To be honest, with the help of the so-called Magic Array, his legs really weren’t as sensitive as before.
However, these panties fit surprisingly well.
Even though his hips had expanded quite a bit after the transformation, they still fit perfectly.
Lin Sheng couldn’t help but feel a mix of respect—and perhaps fear—toward Saint Laia.
But, well…
Looking at himself in the Mirror, wearing white triangle panties, Lin Sheng couldn’t help but feel both weird and strangely comfortable inside.
Although wearing women’s panties made him a bit embarrassed, to be honest, they fit especially well.
“Serveyia, I… I’m done.”
“Oh? Then I’ll turn around.”
“W-wait!”
He tried to stop her, but Serveyia turned around too quickly.
Lin Sheng only had time to hurriedly cover his lower body with his hands and tails.
“Your Highness, there’s no need to cover up. I still need to help you with the stockings. If you keep being shy, it’ll only drag things out even longer. You don’t want to keep staring at me forever, do you?”
Serveyia spoke with an exasperated expression, as if she were looking at a mischievous kitten.
“Ugh.”
Lin Sheng knew she was right, but his instincts weren’t so easy to control.
The moment he realized Serveyia might see him, his body reacted before his mind could.
Trying to move his tail away from his body felt like relearning how to use his own limbs.
After all, these Nine Tails were completely new appendages, nothing like hands or feet that could move unconsciously.
Even shifting them a little required his full attention.
It was a whole new kind of training.
Wait, does this mean I’m leaving myself completely exposed in front of Serveyia?
The thought flashed through his mind.
Then, out of embarrassment, his tails instinctively tried to close together.
Lin Sheng struggled to control his Nine Tails, barely managing to win a small victory over his own instincts.
Why “barely”? Because right now, the Nine Tails stood behind him like a statue, bristling and tense.
So, the question is, did he move them away or not?
“Pfft—”
This was the sound of Serveyia finally failing to hold back, letting out a rather unrefined laugh.
As a Princess, she had always been taught to maintain elegance, so such straightforward and inelegant expressions were rare.
In other words, Lin Sheng had unexpectedly unlocked a side of Serveyia no one else knew?
“N-no, stop laughing! Aren’t you supposed to help me with the stockings?”
But Lin Sheng didn’t realize he had just unlocked some “strange and grand” achievement.
For him, Serveyia’s barely-contained expression was pure mockery, so now Lin Sheng was a little dizzy with embarrassment.
In other words, he was completely defeated.
“Alright, alright. I’ll help Your Highness with the stockings now.”
Serveyia spoke, once again kneeling at the foot of Lin Sheng’s Bed.
She rolled up the stockings and slowly slipped them over his ankles, then carefully smoothed them up his legs until they covered his thighs.
Her technique was so professional, it was as if she’d been born a Maid.
But she was a Princess—how was she so skilled at this?
But, putting aside those “unimportant questions,” the truth was the stockings felt smooth and fit snugly against his skin.
So, would this really make him less sensitive?
Although Serveyia said there was a Magic Array on the stockings, Lin Sheng couldn’t help but think they just looked like ordinary Black Stockings.
Could these really work?
“Your Highness, the stockings are on. Do you want to look in the Mirror?”
Though she asked, Serveyia didn’t wait for Lin Sheng’s answer.
She simply held a Mirror in front of him.
Through it, Lin Sheng saw his own discordant outfit.
His lower half was clad in Black Stockings that were far too seductive, with no gap between his thighs, a sign of their fullness.
Yet, his upper body still wore the shirt he’d arrived in, now stretched tight across his chest.
It looked especially… uh… enticing?
Maybe it wasn’t that the outfit was discordant, but rather that it was “seductively harmonious”?
Come to think of it, his legs were abnormally sensitive, so why did his chest have no reaction at all?
Lin Sheng’s shallow knowledge of biology reminded him that a woman’s chest was also supposed to be a weak point, wasn’t it?
Acting on impulse, Lin Sheng pulled down his collar and looked inside—only to see underwear.
Wait a second, when did that get changed?
Was it during the transformation, or while he was unconscious afterward?
If someone had already changed his underwear, why had they left the panties completely untouched?
And after putting on the underwear, they even dressed him properly and buttoned up his shirt.
Lin Sheng wasn’t sure if that was kindness or just a twisted sense of humor.
“Your Highness, there are plenty of opportunities to admire your body.
There’s really no need to look so unsatisfied.”
Serveyia’s poisonous tongue was as sharp as ever.
How could a Maid be so merciless with her words?
“No, I was just curious. Why am I wearing underwear?”
“Ah, that? I changed it for you.”
“No, I mean, if you changed my underwear, why didn’t you also change my panties and stockings?”
“Because I thought underwear counted as a private area, and it should be left for Your Highness to decide.”
“So the chest isn’t private?”
For Lin Sheng, whether someone saw just the chest or the whole body, what difference did it make?
If you were exposed, you were exposed.
Did seeing one less area really matter?
But seeing the look in Serveyia’s eyes, as if she couldn’t believe he’d ask such a question, Lin Sheng knew that there was definitely something off about Saint Laia.
He tried to stand up, only to realize he was a head shorter than Serveyia.
If he remembered correctly, when he was still male, Serveyia wasn’t taller than him.
Just how short was he now?
Lin Sheng glared up at Serveyia in frustration.
Damn it, now he even had to look up at this wicked, sharp-tongued Maid.