Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

A censer of delicate incense is lit, its smoke curling upwards.

The figure with red hair and a slender waist by the window first bowed twice to the desk, then clapped her hands twice quickly, and finally bowed once more, her expression solemn and respectful.

She adopted a solemn worship ceremony.

After completing the solemn procedures, the woman stared intently at the table with a hint of excitement in her purple eyes.

She bought a sketchbook.

It's a new product from a manufacturer I like.

The cover feels very comfortable to the touch.

And now is the time to put this thing to good use.

The woman picked up the pen, and a figure immediately appeared in her mind—

He was a handsome man. He seemed very gentle, and at the same time, he had a relaxed and unhurried atmosphere.

Just as she was in a panic, that person gently protected her.

My benefactor, please look forward to it.

I will draw my most perfect inspiration on a clean white sheet of paper as a way of giving back to the past.

……ah.

Suddenly, a great idea came to mind.

But what should we do?

I started to get a little excited.

What should I do if I get rejected?

What if I don't do it well?

just in case…….

Do not!

I'm fed up with the fear of the future.

Definitely, definitely no problem.

Because he is the one who gave me hope!

As her thoughts raced, the woman's apprehension finally turned into determination, and the pencil in her hand stopped trembling and fell lightly onto the clean white paper.

"Excuse me, is anyone there?"

Just as the woman was getting into the zone and about to begin creating, a new guest pushed open the door and walked into the hall.

Her thoughts were abruptly disrupted, and the woman felt a surge of anger. But remembering her identity as a designer, she finally sighed, reluctantly put down her pencil, pushed open the studio door, and went to the front hall.

Hearing the door open, the guest, who was looking around at the interior, turned around and smiled.

"Boss, I've come to pick up the clothes I ordered yesterday."

A gentle breeze blew by, accompanied by the melodious tinkling of wind chimes, and the woman who had just stepped out of the studio snapped back to reality.

Suddenly, her dreamy purple eyes burst forth with a brilliant light, and the radiant smile on her face outshone all the flowers.

"A-Tong, just call me A-Tong."

Chapter 44 The Legendary High-Face

"A-Tong? I understand."

Samael smiled slightly, a hint of surprise appearing in his eyes.

Unexpectedly, the owner of this clothing store was actually her—"Miss Crane".

Or rather, it was the crane that I casually rescued last night.

In Japan, there is a widely circulated type of folk tale called Animal Gratitude Tales.

These stories typically tell of birds and animals rescued by humans, who then repay this kindness with corresponding happiness. In Japan, the tale of the "Crane Repaying Kindness" is particularly famous.

The girl before me is a heroic spirit who was elevated to a higher level based on the crane from the story of "The Crane Repays Kindness".

The story is about an injured crane that is adopted by an elderly couple. She weaves cloth for them at night to repay their kindness. The cloth she weaves can be sold for a good price. However, she made an agreement with the elderly couple that they should not watch her while she is weaving. In the end, the elderly couple broke the agreement, and the crane eventually flew away.

The name she used at the time was Atong.

"Um... cough, please rest in the tea room for a while."

Unaware that she had already given herself away, Miss Crane cleared her throat, invited Samael to sit down, served him tea and snacks, took out a picture book, spread it out in front of this distinguished guest, and then took out a small notebook and a ballpoint pen to ask questions.

"Do you have any specific preferences regarding clothing styles? Here are some popular color schemes and styles. If you're unsure, you can choose the elements you like, and I can create a custom design for you."

Seeing Miss Crane's serious demeanor in front of him, Samael gave her a wry smile and a reminder.

"I'm just here to pick up my work clothes. I should have already reported the size and basic requirements."

"Oh? Oh, okay, please come with me to get it..."

Miss He snapped out of her daze, realizing that her behavior had been too rash and abrupt. A blush crept onto her pretty face, and she hurriedly took her client and fled back to the studio in a flustered manner, trying to end this somewhat awkward topic as soon as possible.

However, the moment she opened the studio door, she couldn't help but regret her hasty decision.

The interior environment was completely different from the clean lobby.

The floor was littered with clothes, design notes, fashion magazines from various countries, and crumpled scraps of paper of all sizes.

If I had to describe it based on my feelings, it would be like a bird's nest that had been bombed...

Clearly, he's the type of person who doesn't tidy up his room.

Perhaps her professionalism as a designer makes her keep places that outsiders will enter very tidy, but she can't help but reveal her true nature in places like her bedroom or storage room that only she enters.

It was a complete mess.

Samael lowered his head slightly, his gaze sweeping over the empty bottles of fine wine rolling around on the wooden floor, a subtle emotion appearing in his eyes.

He probably knew who the Golden Deer Bar's high-end liquor was supplied to, and the origin of the collaboration between the bar and the clothing store was self-evident.

However, Samael found it hard to imagine the incongruous scene of a crane sucking on a wine bottle and sketching in a dark room.

Judging from the quantity, this Miss Crane can drink quite a lot.

Done!

Seeing herself in such a disheveled state exposed directly to her benefactor, Miss He nearly fainted.

"boom!"

Immediately, Miss He snapped out of her daze and slammed the studio door shut, covering up the evidence with the fastest speed she had ever managed. Then, she turned her head stiffly and stammered an explanation.

"Yesterday...a thief broke into this place yesterday, and we haven't had time to clean it up yet. Please forgive us!"

thief?

Could the thief you're talking about be a crane with an injured wing?

Looking at the fashion designer who was busy shifting the blame, Samael's eyes flashed with a hint of mockery, and he muttered to himself.

Before he could speak, Miss Crane, whose cheeks were already almost red with embarrassment, quickly bowed deeply, then stood up without saying a word and swiftly pushed the only eyewitness into the living room.

"Please take a rest, I'll be done soon!"

Samael poured himself another cup of tea, glanced at the locked studio door, and ultimately gave up on provoking the already extremely sensitive nerves on the other side.

Fifteen minutes later, accompanied by a crisp turning sound, Miss He opened the door, holding a standard black uniform, and walked out gracefully.

At this moment, she had taken off her bathrobe and changed into a gorgeous outfit with a combination of white, black, red, and gold. Even her loose red hair had been carefully styled and styled into a side ponytail and a single fringe.

From a distance, she looks like a Japanese woman who has stepped out of an ancient painting.

"Your uniform."

Following the procedure, Miss He accepted the receipt and placed the finished product on the table where Samael was.

But before the other person could speak, the designer looked at the number on the slip of paper and, as if discovering a new continent, spoke with a face full of joy.

"Congratulations, customer! Your number is our lucky number! As a reward, I will design an exclusive outfit for you! So, do you have any specific preferences regarding the style of clothing?"

Hearing that lame excuse and watching that exaggerated acting, Samael's lips twitched slightly.

"If you're having trouble deciding, you can pick out the elements you like, and I'll do my best to meet all your needs and design the perfect piece for you. Our studio has some popular color schemes and styles in our portfolio; let's take a look."

Miss Crane explained enthusiastically while taking Samael's hand, revealing her true intentions.

"Elbow, come into the house with me!"

Upon re-entering the studio, the previously chaotic bird's nest after the explosion was completely transformed, so clean that it was almost spotless, with various displays and decorations that were exquisite and pleasing to the eye.

The current arrangement, in terms of both taste and cleanliness, greatly redeems the image of this female designer.

only……

Samael glanced at the bottom of the cabinet, and his lips twitched involuntarily.

In the dark corner at the bottom, it was stuffed full of several bulging packages.

Indeed, it's easier to change mountains and rivers than to change one's nature.

However, considering Miss Crane's pride, Samael ultimately held back and did not speak, instead praising her excellent taste.

Having gained the approval and praise of her "benefactor," Ms. He's vanity was greatly satisfied, and she swept away her previous embarrassment and awkwardness. She immediately pulled this "lucky customer" up with great enthusiasm and prepared to change clothes, trying to find the most suitable style.

Unable to refuse such hospitality, Samael had no choice but to act as a clothes hanger, first symbolically trying on one of the garments.

"Ah...uh-ee, it's...it suits me so well...!"

However, as soon as he stepped out of the dressing room, Miss He, who was waiting outside, was startled at first, then cupped her flushed cheeks in her hands, her eyes shining, and made a suspicious noise.

His intense gaze and almost fanatical expression made it seem as if he wanted to strip Samael naked on the spot.

Samael couldn't help but shudder, crossed his arms, and looked on warily.

"Oh, my apologies. The clothes just suit me so well..."

Soon, Miss Crane came to her senses and, seeing her "benefactor's" guarded posture, realized her lapse in composure. Her pretty face flushed red, and she apologized repeatedly, then eagerly added to her statement.

"Excuse me... if you don't mind, would you like to try on some other clothes?"

Faced with the other person's pleading gaze, Samael gave in and had no choice but to try on a few more pieces.

Every time he walked out of the dressing room, he would elicit cheers from the designer himself, who was so excited he almost fainted.

"Ah...how...how dazzling...the radiance...!"

"Waaah, perfect! So perfect!"

At this moment, Miss He felt as if she were enveloped in happiness, her beautiful eyes, sparkling with wonder, fixed on the figure before her, as if she had discovered a rare mineral deposit waiting to be mined.

A holy knight, an indomitable hero, a domineering king, a profound sage, a solitary traveler, an elegant nobleman, a gloomy death god, a proud deity...

It seems that all the qualities of this world can be found in him.

Therefore, the beauty of all styles of clothing can be perfectly showcased in him.

This person is simply a natural clothes hanger; no matter how the design or the combination, it can always be perfectly showcased on him.

This is indeed the case.

As the oldest imposter, and a deity who has walked the earth for thousands of years.

Samael has integrated into different civilizations and played countless roles, so he can easily adapt to any style.

In a sense, he is exactly the kind of male model that designers crave.

"This one, this one, wow! It's amazing! Ah! Excuse me, your valiant figure is so captivating!"

But as Miss Crane cupped her chest and gave her a third gentle cheer, Samael's heart began to pound uncontrollably.

At this moment, the female designer's eyes glistened with moisture, and her beautiful cheeks were flushed with excitement, like a ripe apple, exuding an intoxicating fragrance at all times.

Her shapely body trembled uncontrollably, and her back was already leaning against the wall, clearly needing its support.

He had seen those alluring features many times.

However, this situation usually occurs in bed.

This expression has a common name: the "orgasm face"...