I became the slime toy of the evil dragon girl?

The moment Iris saw Vivian, a hint of affection appeared in her eyes.

"Lady Vivian~ What are you doing here? What's so interesting about this drab place?"

Vivian chewed on a berry: "Watch little Ian cause trouble."

Iris looked at Ian and sized him up.

"Is this the new slime you acquired? It's quite round."

Ian: "...Thank you?"

Iris ignored him and continued to look at Vivian, her gaze falling on her dress, and her brows immediately furrowed.

Her voice immediately changed tone, from languid to coaxing a child: "Why are you wearing this again? Listen to me, wear new clothes more often."

Vivian looked down at her black tutu and blinked.

"What's wrong with this one?"

Iris reached out and straightened her collar, then tugged at her skirt: "You've been wearing this for months, haven't you? I've made so many clothes for you, and you never wear any of them!"

Vivian tilted her head and thought for a moment: "Really?"

"Yes!" Iris counted on her fingers, "The starry tulle dress I made last month, you didn't even try it on. The silver-threaded robe I made the month before last, you glanced at it and threw it aside. And the one from the month before that..."

"This outfit looks great on me," Vivian interrupted her. "Besides, changing clothes is such a hassle!"

Iris choked.

"I spent half a month knitting that starry sky tulle dress!" Her voice rose an octave. "Half a month! Spinning silk every day until my throat was dry! And you didn't even try it on!"

Vivian chewed on a berry, looking completely innocent: "Then don't do it."

Iris: "..."

Ian couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Iris turned and glared at him.

Ian immediately stopped laughing and explained, "Ahem... sorry, I just suddenly thought of something happy."

"No way!" Iris exclaimed, somewhat annoyed, turning and heading towards the dragon's nest. "I have to check your wardrobe!"

Immediately afterwards, spider silk flew from Iris's fingers, pulling her towards the dragon's nest.

"Sigh!" Vivian sighed and followed Iris back to the dragon's nest.

Wow! What a failed man! No, what a failed woman.

Ian shook his head in amazement at seeing Spider-Man in another world, while also wondering why this mature female Spider-Man didn't shoot webs from her butt...

Ian couldn't resist the urge to watch the spectacle and also sped off to follow.

……

As soon as Ian stepped into the dragon's lair, he heard Iris scream.

"Ugh! Why are you wearing this starry sky tulle dress as a bath towel?!"

Ian couldn't help but look over. The luminous gauze dress, with a slight watermark, was draped on a rack deep inside the hot spring.

Vivian was unusually embarrassed, and covered her face as she said, "But I think it looks just like a bath towel..."

Ian nodded in agreement. It wasn't the dragon girl's fault; the gauze dress did indeed look like a bath towel.

Besides, a glowing dress is nowhere near as stylish as a glowing bath towel.

If I had to wear clothes that glowed in the past, I would have thought I was just being a cool young man, but I have to check out a glowing bath towel!

"No, I have to make you a new one today."

She pulled something out of her bosom.

To be precise, it was a ball of silvery-white silk thread, so fine it was almost invisible, but it shimmered with a soft luster in the sunlight.

"The silk is freshly spun, I haven't used it yet."

Ian saw it too.

His gaze inadvertently swept over Iris's skirt again, then drifted to Vivian in the distance, who was sitting to the side eating fruit, her legs swinging back and forth, so white they reflected light.

Ian's tentacle twitched.

Images from my past life suddenly flooded into my mind.

Black stockings, white stockings, flesh-colored stockings, fishnet stockings, over-the-knee stockings, garter stockings, calf stockings.

Those thin layers perfectly outline the lines of the legs. Countless otaku drool over them while looking at the screen, and countless fashion magazines dedicate an entire page to praising them.

He glanced at Vivian's swaying legs.

Then I glanced at the ankles peeking out from under Iris's skirt.

Then a thought popped into his head:

This world doesn't even have stockings?

This is a crime!

Vivian's legs, without stockings, are such a waste! It's outrageous! It's a huge loss to humanity... no, to the entire world!

Ian's tentacles began to tap the ground unconsciously.

"Lady Elise."

Iris looked up from her philosophical reverie: "Hmm?"

"Can your extremely fine silk be woven into very thin fabrics?"

"Yes, there's no silk I can't make," Iris replied casually. "What's wrong?"

Ian took a deep breath.

What's the most valuable thing? Talent! What else is someone who can do anything but talent?

"Could you knit it into a long tube shape, from the feet to the knees, and wear it over your legs?"

Iris stopped moving.

"...Put it on your legs? Isn't that just socks?"

"Wow! Completely different! There's a lot of research involved," Ian said, getting more and more excited. "We're going for that kind of sheer, translucent look, that 'see-through' effect! It's like a second skin. It makes the lines of your legs look even better. Imagine, you're already fair-skinned, already straight, and if you cover yourself with a layer of barely-there black veil, when you walk, the light shines through, that hazy, ethereal effect, that subtle glimpse of flesh..."

Ian got carried away and realized his description was a bit too much of a homebody, but the words were already out.

"Well, anyway... it's really good-looking."

Iris stared at him for three seconds.

That look was like looking at a slime that had suddenly fallen ill.

"Are you serious?"

"Seriously, I do have a bit of talent in artistic creation."

Iris tilted her head and thought for a moment.

This idea was too commonplace and completely outside the scope of her artistic career.

An extremely long and thin pair of black silk stockings? Who makes stockings that are so thin and so long? They're neither stockings nor pants.

Besides, wouldn't it just tear easily?

But Ian spoke with such certainty, a certainty that wasn't just casual talk, but a genuine conviction that "this thing is absolutely awesome."

Moreover, the tone he used when he described it... carried a very pure longing, like someone who had been starving for a long time seeing some delicious food.

It piqued her curiosity.

"Okay, I'll give it a try."

Iris took out the silk thread and began to weave.

The finest kind of silk, the kind usually used to make underwear.

She pulled out the threads and let them intertwine at her fingertips, moving so fast that they left afterimages.

Muttering to himself:

"The finest silk...the simplest texture...and what else was it again?"

"Vaguely visible!" Ian added.

Ian, watching from the side, suddenly felt that the scene was a bit too abstract.

A spider demon is hand-rubbing stockings on the spot, for the sake of a spur-of-the-moment idea.

In less than five minutes, two long, black, cylindrical objects were woven.

Thin as a cicada's wing, light as a feather. You can hardly feel its weight in your hand, but it is incredibly elastic, stretching up to three times its original length and returning to its original shape when you let go.

Iris picked it up and looked at it, her brows furrowed.

"That's it? It looks too ordinary."

Ian: "Try it yourself."

Iris lifted her skirt, revealing her fair calves.

She put one of the straps on her foot and slowly pulled it up.

Black stockings started from her ankles and wrapped around her skin inch by inch.

Ankle, calf, knee, thigh...