I became the slime toy of the evil dragon girl?

She stood up and took two steps. She then cast a mirror spell.

Looking at myself in the mirror.

She froze for a moment.

Look down at your legs.

She reached out, her hand trembling as she touched the skin covered by the stockings.

"This...this beauty..."

That subtle, enveloping feeling, that texture so thin it's almost nonexistent yet undeniably real.

The legs were still the same, but the lines were more clearly defined, and the skin tone was faintly visible through the black mesh, like a thin mist.

The light shone on it, making the stockings gleam faintly, perfectly outlining every curve of the legs.

Iris's eyes slowly widened.

Ian watched from the side.

grunt.

Ian instinctively tried to swallow, only to discover he had no throat.

A mature woman in black stockings.

A real mature woman in black stockings.

Iris was already tall with long legs and a slim waist, her legs encased in black stockings. This, combined with her languid and nonchalant demeanor, further enhanced her overall presence.

Ian's body moved uncontrollably.

Iris was still in shock and didn't notice his gaze.

"Ian...did you see that?" Iris's voice trembled slightly.

Ian tried to keep his voice calm: "I saw it."

They weren't just stunned by what they saw; they were completely petrified.

Ian's tentacles stood straight up like a flag being raised, and he silently retracted them back into his body...

"What... what is this?"

"That counts as black stockings."

Iris nearly choked on Ian's words: "Not the name, I mean... is this art?"

Ian countered, "Do you think you're beautiful?"

Iris turned to look at her long legs in the mirror, then nodded gently.

"beautiful."

"That's enough."

Iris remained silent for a long time.

She stared at her legs with the same look she had when looking at a priceless treasure that had just been unearthed.

Iris looked up, her expression complex.

She was shocked that this thing was actually beautiful, doubted that I had actually made such a thing, felt a little bit of secret satisfaction that it seemed pretty good, and had a slight sense of bewilderment that I had wasted more than ten years of my life.

Iris sat beside them, watching the scene unfold.

Suddenly she spoke:

"Ian."

Ian looked up.

"You're right." Her voice was soft but earnest. "Art doesn't have to be complicated. This thing is extremely simple, but I've been making clothes for over a decade and never thought of it. You've come up with such a marvel in an instant."

Ian: "I was just saying it offhand..."

"No," Iris interrupted him, standing up, walking over to him, kneeling down, and staring at him as she spoke, word by word:

"This is not just a casual remark. This is the essence of art."

She reached out and grasped Ian's tentacle. The sensation was strange, but she didn't care.

"Your insight into beauty surpasses anything I've accumulated over the years."

Iris's current look, her tone, her solemn attitude.

Ian had a bad feeling: "...What request?"

Iris took a deep breath and announced loudly.

"Let's become sworn brothers!"

Ian was stunned. What kind of turn of events was this? He couldn't help but let out a cry of "...Huh?!"

Iris ignored them, staring at Ian with a fanatical look, as if she were looking at some rare treasure.

"You are the first person who truly understands my art! I have finally found a kindred spirit!"

"From today onwards, we are siblings in stockings!"

"We share a common pursuit of the highest level of stocking art!"

Ian twitched. What kind of brain circuit is this?

"Wait, wait a minute... siblings?"

Iris looked down at him, then at herself, and blinked.

"Huh? You don't want to?" She thought for a moment, "Then let's be mother and son in stockings! You can just call me Mom."

"No, I..."

You're getting more and more ridiculous! I feel like I'm not in Ember Spirit, but in Valorant!

How can there be sworn brotherhood where the other person calls you "Mom"?! Iris, are you even being polite?

"It's settled then!" Iris waved her hand, giving Ian no chance to object.

Ian watched as she began to take off her socks.

The stockings were quickly pulled off, rolled up into a thin circle, making a soft rustling sound.

As the black veil was gradually removed, the skin that had been concealed was gradually revealed.

The blackness receded from the tips of Iris's toes, revealing round, pearl-like toes, the white skin contrasting sharply with the black veil.

Seeing Iris's posture, Ian realized she was probably going to dress him up in one of her masterpieces as well.

Now, all she could do was frantically try to stop him: "No, Iris! I don't even have legs, please let me go!"

"This is our sworn brotherhood token!" Iris announced. "From this day forward, we are practitioners of stocking art!"

Vivian clapped her hands and said, "Great!"

Iris looked at Vivian: "Lady Vivian, please be our witness!"

Vivian nodded: "Okay!"

Ian looked at Vivian, the golden light within him forming a weak, pitiful, and helpless expression.

(｡ŏ_ŏ)

Vivian replied to Ian with a "fun" emoji and gave him a thumbs up.

Ultimately, after much resistance from Ian, Iris gave up her idea of ​​using the first pair of stockings she made as a token of their sworn brotherhood.

But Iris still wove a ribbon on the spot as a token.

Ian sighed, looking at the red ribbon on his chest, which looked like a damn red scarf, but it was still a pretty good result.

Then look at Iris's fanatical expression, and then at Vivian's expression of enjoying the show.

"Alright... art siblings it is..."

Iris nodded in satisfaction.

"That's more like it."

She patted Ian's jelly-like head; it felt surprisingly nice.

Iris then looked at Ian: "Little Ian, your idea is good. Crystal Spider will start producing these from now on. We'll decide on the style, color, and length together."

Ian: "...Okay."

As evening fell, the sun set behind the mountains.

Inside the dragon's nest, Iris squatted next to Ian, frantically taking notes in a small notebook.

She was listening to Ian's teachings and frantically writing down her "artistic insights" on the slime in front of her.

"The pinnacle of stocking art..."

"A second layer of skin... a subtle, enveloping feeling..."

She muttered to herself as she wrote, and when she finished, she looked up at Ian.

"You were talking about flesh-colored, right? We'll study flesh-colored clothes tomorrow! Wearing flesh-colored clothes feels like you're not wearing anything, but it looks better than not wearing anything at all—this concept is brilliant!"

"What? There's a white one too! White with a black skirt, Ian, what were you just saying? Pure sensuality?"

"What else? Lace? Camisole? Lace can add layers? Okay, I'll write it down."

Ian lay beside him, the red ribbons on his tentacles standing out vividly in the sunset.

"……OK."

"Starting tomorrow, we'll join forces to change the fashion world of Dragon Territory!"

"……good."

"Little brother! Have you ever thought that stockings can come in different thicknesses? Styles for spring, summer, autumn, and winter? Thin enough to be see-through for summer, and thicker for winter to keep you warm without sacrificing style?"

Ian was silent for two seconds before speaking, "...My friend, you are the true genius!"

At this moment, Vivian, who had been watching the show from the sidelines, suddenly looked up at Iris and spoke.

Make me a pair too.