Re:Zero - Jobless Reincarnation: Succubus Sword God? I don't recognize it!

Chapter 541 The Reasons for Willfulness and the Shortened Distance (Part 1)

One cannot step into the same river twice.

Having adopted the authority of an older brother, Allen decisively rejected Aysha's invitation to try on lingerie with him.

"Don't pull me. I said I'm not going, and I'm not going. You should at least try on the underwear yourself, right?"

How do you try on underwear?
Try it on naked.

Is it proper for a person to watch their younger sister change her underwear?
Not serious.

Is Allen a decent person?
Yes, at least the way he spoke with such righteous indignation seemed quite convincing.

Aisha, at least, knew her limits:
She just covered her mouth, clung to Allen's arm, and swayed back and forth, giggling for quite a while. Then, seeing that Allen was unmoved, she raised her hands in a gesture of surrender, just like Rudy in the future couldn't persuade her.

"Okay, then I'll go by myself, brother?"

Alan, standing opposite Aisha, felt a throbbing vein in his temple and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Wouldn't it have been better if you had done this earlier? Trying on the bra took me a full ten minutes. You knew perfectly well that this wasn't appropriate, didn't you?"

Besides, Alsteed is still waiting outside, so we'd better hurry."

Upon hearing Allen's words, Aisha's smiling face suddenly froze.

Even the soft, timid manner she used when speaking to Allen vanished instantly.

She raised her eyebrows high, her expression and mannerisms somewhat resembling Allen's, but her demeanor was domineering, and her tone of voice had changed:
"Then let him wait. I waited for so many years before the Time Magic, and I waited for so many years after the Reincarnation Secret Technique."

He's so easygoing; he can enjoy the fruits of victory the moment he opens his eyes. And it's only been a few days since he decided to save his brother. Now, he can't even wait ten minutes?

Allen had never seen Aisha act like this before, and he was momentarily stunned.

Aisha was also slightly taken aback, as if she was a little confused by her inexplicable anger and resentment.

She lowered her eyes and paused slightly.

Look up again, raise your head again.

Her smile was radiant again, just like before:
"It's alright, Alster won't mind, brother. Don't worry, if even one of us is impatient, the time magic won't work."

Her tone was gentle, her expression was gentle, her eyebrows were curved, and her smile was natural. She had returned to the image of the younger sister who had been acting cute and playful with Allen just now.

It was as if she wasn't the same person who had been so assertive, aggressive, and unwilling to back down just moments before.

Allen continued to stare at Aisha's face in silence, seemingly still somewhat dazed.

Aisha patted his arm playfully: "Alright! I'm going to try on some underwear now!"

She skipped and hopped, and in a few steps, she carried the clothes to the lingerie section's cubicle. She opened the door, turned to give Allen another bright smile, and then slipped inside.

With a click, the door closed.

Aisha's smile vanished.

She leaned gently against the door, pouting and frowning.

His expression showed a mixture of resentment, frustration, and slight annoyance and defeat.

But what lingers deep in their eyes is a sense of helplessness, a feeling of having power but nowhere to use it.

Separated by a door, Allen silently stared at the door panel, completely confining his senses to a one-meter radius around himself, and sighed.
"Was I too hasty again? Now that the defeat of the gods and humans is inevitable, and there's almost no chance of winning, I still instinctively rushed things."

I also unintentionally said some rather inappropriate things.

He rubbed his temples:
Aisha seems angry.

But I pretended not to be angry. I had a headache.
There will be plenty of time to make up for it on the way back, so it should be easy to coax her.

As he muttered to himself, his eyes subconsciously glanced at the lingerie section where Aisha was.

The cubicle was about five meters long and three meters wide, with the door tightly closed. No one knew what was happening inside. It was indeed private, just as Aisha had said, but it was much narrower than Allen had imagined.

Memories flooded my mind.

This fitting room doesn't even look as big as Luo Ya's mother's dressing room. It's a pity, though, that we'll never see her mother's fitting room again. The Great Transfer probably turned all those clothes into dust.

This judgment is purely based on the fact that Allen is still immersed in his feelings for Aisha and hasn't moved on, and is therefore biased.

—What is Hilda's identity?
The mayor's wife of Roja, the young mistress of the direct heir of Boreas, has no shortage of empty rooms in the lord's mansion, and even the tutors don't need to live in shared rooms.

What's wrong with Philip using a room to support his wife's hobby?
However, this clothing store located in the bustling area of ​​Weibang is different.

The high rent has made life miserable for ordinary shop owners, some of whom were even losing money a few months ago. Under such circumstances, clothing stores cannot expand their space at all, so they have to save money wherever possible.

Fortunately, the shop owner was quite resourceful. When he had nothing to do, he would wander around Weibang looking for more profitable businesses.

Of course, he didn't find any other more lucrative businesses, but he did find something even more lucrative: 'fashion'.

From.
Allen was still looking around the lingerie room when he suddenly uttered a soft "Hmm?"

His eyes swept around the room, and suddenly he caught a glimpse of something that looked like a clothing tag lying on the ground near the Qingqu uniform hanger. It seemed to have fallen off the clothes when Aisha was picking them up.

At first glance, you can vaguely see tiny characters on the side of the tag below.

Allen glanced at the closed lingerie section, quietly walked over, picked it up, and opened it.

—But it wasn't Ai Natsu's, it seems to be something that came with the clothes themselves.

Even so, Allen's brow twitched at the sight:
Sevenstar Chamber of Commerce Specialty Fashion Sales Guidelines

Hey! To all the shop owners who have purchased our unique fashion items! I understand you're always wondering why our clothes are so 'weird,' looking so out of place? You can't help but wonder, can these unconventional 'fashion items' really sell? Are we, the Sevenstar Merchant Guild, lying to you?
I can assure you of this. The Sevenstar Chamber of Commerce operates with integrity and never deceives.

Come on, before I introduce our fashion, please close your eyes and imagine!
A chance encounter! A proud and powerful adventurer! We suddenly meet in the labyrinth!
Exhausted after slaying the monsters late at night, she, her face flushed and wearing the tattered leather armor from her daytime battle with the monsters, crouched down and quietly slipped into your sleeping bag.
The daughter of the master of the sword-fighting dojo! The proud flower of the dojo!
She noticed that you kept staring at her skin exposed outside her swordsman's uniform. One dark and stormy night, she was wearing her deliberately torn swordsman's uniform when she gently knocked on your door in the middle of the night.
The instructor of the Magicians' Legion, a mature female instructor with an arrogant and haughty attitude!

She always scolds you while wearing her thick magician's robe! But every night, she burns several holes in her robe with a fireball spell, then comes blushing and asks if you can provide burn treatment.
Oh? Brother, you're saying these are all unrealistic fantasies, daydreams that could never happen?

That's right!

How can we make money with these poorly made clothes? Who will buy them?

Could it really be sold to beautiful female adventurers, swordsmen, and magicians? Would they even wear it?

Of course not!
Think about it, wouldn't it be more appropriate to give these clothes to them, or to let more professionals wear them?
No one in this world can sleep with a swordsman, an adventurer, and a magician at the same time!

Demons, long-eared people, and humans! Nobles, commoners, and knights!

However, we can provide a realistic role-playing opportunity, giving everyone a chance to realize their dreams!

It is precisely because of these fantasies, because of the desires that cannot be fulfilled, and because of these daydreams, that people are willing to pay for these trendy fashions that are made from scarce fabrics, are extremely cost-effective, yet are incredibly expensive!

If we just buy our clothes, take them to brothels, and let the beauties strike a thousand different poses, wouldn't those things that always only exist in our imaginations suddenly become a reality? Hehehehehehe.
Choose Sevenstar's signature outfit!
You definitely won't regret it!
—Designer: The Mysterious Moon Knight!
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Below the label is a note in the shop's cursive script:
Hey, you know what?! Who was this genius from Asura who came up with this way to make money?
Those bizarre uniforms seem absurd at first glance, but upon closer inspection, they make perfect sense!
Mr. Moon Knight is truly a design master!
Upon seeing the opening "Notice on Selling Special Fashion Items of the Sevenstar Chamber of Commerce," Allen's brow twitched, and he immediately sensed something was wrong.

But when he saw the last sentence, he smiled with relief.

Does the Moon Knight exist in this world?

There is a fart.

Isn't that Rudy's nickname?

I was wondering why these youth-themed uniforms looked so familiar; turns out it was you who put them together!
Just then, someone suddenly interrupted Allen's rant.

"Brother! No, there are no clothes racks in the underwear section, so I need you to help me get some clothes."

Allen suddenly turned his head to look at the lingerie section at the far end of the women's clothing area behind him.

The door was opened a crack, and Aisha peeked out, looking at Ellen from afar with a troubled expression.

Allen looked at the other person's face from afar and found that Aisha's expression was natural, not like the angry look he had imagined, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

He walked over in a few steps: "No clothes hangers?"

Instead of using the sensory flow, he looked through the crack in the door at the spot Aisha had indicated.

The room was filled with colorful underwear of all styles and designs, stacked and piled up on the shelves.

There really wasn't anywhere to hang clothes.

Perhaps something unexpected happened during their conversation, because Aisha didn't try anything funny. She calmly hid herself behind the door, waved the maid outfit and black skirt in her hands, and gestured for Allen to take them for her.

The latter nodded, picked up the clothes, and stood with his back to Aisha as a human clothes rack: "I'll stand here. If you like them, just call me and I'll hand them to you."

Aisha's voice carried a genuine smile: "Okay."

There was a rustling sound behind him. Allen stood there in silence. In his silence, he thought of Rudy, who was far away in the capital, and then he thought of Sylphie and Hilda.

After the situation calmed down, Allen realized that he actually missed them more than he had imagined.

I don't know if I can meet up with Luo Qixi and the others before they return to the capital.

I wonder how Loki and the others would react if they saw Aisha all grown up, and how Lilia would react if she saw her daughter grow up overnight.

Surprised? Accept it, then hold Aisha to even stricter standards?

I still feel a bit unfamiliar with her and don't know how to get along with Aisha. I'm hesitant to act rashly.
If I were to return to the capital...
Do you want to see your mother as soon as possible?
"elder brother!"

"Ok?"

Aisha's voice suddenly came from behind, and Allen instinctively reached back and handed her the black dress.

The next moment, instead of taking the clothes, Aisha grabbed Allen's arms with both hands and pulled him into the underwear section.

Allen quickly turned around to regain his balance and landed firmly on the ground.

But his body turned around, and his eyes naturally looked over there.

In my view, Aisha's figure is well-developed.

Her shoulders were rounded, yet the shape of her bones was visible; she was neither too fat nor too thin, just right.

She had a long, slender neck, and her red hair wavy slightly around her neck, draping over her shoulders.

Moving the eye further down, there's a burgundy bralette with a two-layer design. The outer layer is made of rough, coarse fabric, which helps to hold its shape and accentuates its silhouette, making it less like underwear and more stylish, while also preventing wardrobe malfunctions to the greatest extent possible.

The inner layer is made of soft cotton fabric, which is soft, breathable and skin-friendly. It also provides a certain amount of padding thickness for the lower half of the cup, creating a visually lifting and upright effect.

Five buttons clasp the bodice, tightly enclosing the fullness within and creating a cleavage.

There is no excess fat in the waist, but there is also no muscle. It is the perfect body fat percentage for a woman who has just come of age. The groin stretches down from the junction of the waist and hips, just revealing the edge of the cleft.

Her full hips and legs were beautifully proportioned, and her lower body was covered in regular tie-up underwear, still in burgundy, but the texture wasn't as thick as a bralette. Allen only glanced at it before quickly looking away.

Because Aisha's thumb was tucked into the ties on either side of her thigh, she hooked her finger, the ties were pulled open, fell, and snapped between her buttocks and thighs.

Then, it slightly sank into the flesh, creating distinct indentations and protrusions.

This is a body that conforms to traditional aesthetics and is close to perfect.

(End of this chapter)