Chapter 1123 Boss, You Are So Naughty!
Mag’s hand glided from the collar all the way to the skirt’s hem in order to feel the texture of this amazing clothing closely. At the same time, he was curious how Miya made this exact copy of the maid costume.
“Ah~”
Yabemiya let out a long moan with a flushed face.
Mag was stunned. He looked at Miya, who was suddenly flushed with a rapidly rising and falling chest and biting her lips, strangely.
It was akin to caressing her collarbone when Mag’s strong finger gilded across Miya’s collar, and when he grasped her skirt’s hem, it was as if her perky butt was electrified. She allowed that warm hand to caress her, and the tingling sensation began to spread throughout her entire body. She almost dropped to her knees.
“Boss, you are so naughty!”
The intense shame made Miya’s face as red as an apple. Her breathing was shallow, but she was looking at Mag very sensually. With some difficulty, she said, “This… This is transformed from my scales…”
“Ah?” Mag was stunned. He grasped it again subconsciously and nodded. “No wonder it’s so smooth.”
“Ah~”
Miya couldn’t help but moan again. Tears were already rolling in her eyes.
“Oh, please pardon me, Miya. I am simply curious because this is the first time that I have seen clothes that are transformed from dragon scales.” Mag retrieved his hand awkwardly and apologized as he discovered his behavior was a little abrupt.
Yabemiya shook her head, and breathlessly replied, “It’s… It’s fine…”
The tingling sensation at her butt was still lingering, and she felt rather disappointed when Mag removed his hand.
What am I doing? No! I am definitely not such a person… Mr. Mag simply had no idea… Miya thought as she tried to purge the strange thoughts in her mind, but she couldn’t help recalling that amazing sensation.
Elizabeth took a look at Yabemiya before looking at Mag again. After some hesitation, she finally unclenched her fists slowly.
“I’ll go prepare the clothes for you,” Mag said as he turned to go upstairs. The current situation was rather awkward; it was better that he get away first.
Father caressed Big Sister Miya, and made her let out weird sounds. Should I note this down? In a corner, Amy took out a little notebook with a thoughtful expression.
“Are you okay?” Elizabeth asked Miya softly.
“Yup, I am okay.” Miya nodded as she forced a smile. “Boss had no idea, so we cannot blame him for this.”
“Mm-hmm,” Elizabeth answered noncommittally.
Mag went upstairs to get System to make Yabemiya another maid costume. Just as he was about to go downstairs, Gina walked out of the bedroom in her school swimsuit with a yawn. She gave Mag a huge hug the moment she saw him before greeting him with a smile. “Good morning, Mr. Mag.”
“Good morning, Gina.” Mag pulled his face out from the deep cleavage. He let a breath and greeted her rather helplessly.
It was a torture to endure such a “facewashing” style of morning greetings every day.
This had already made him delay the date to send Gina to live at the staff’s dormitory.
Mm, she smelled so nice.
“I will be going back to Lantisde today to bring back the shark’s lips and shark’s fins for you,” Gina said.
“You can’t fly, so you will spend a lot of time on the road if you are going back, right?” Mag asked. After buying the real-time interpretation system from System, he could already converse with Gina normally. He would also teach her some common words whenever he got the spare time.
He still had two sets of shark’s lips and shark’s fins, which were enough for the two urns of ‘Buddha jumps over the wall’ today. But, the ingredients for ‘Buddha jumps over the wall’ would run out by tomorrow. Hence, it was a necessity to activate the Lantisdean supply chain.
Smiling, Gina replied, “Miss Elizabeth has agreed to go with me today. However, the high priest said that he would figure out a way to deliver the shark’s lips and fins soon.”
“That’s great.” Mag nodded. Given Lantisde’s power as a tribe, it wouldn’t be a problem for them to come up with a transportation method. Since he didn’t need to rack his brains, he didn’t continue to ask about it.
Mr. Mag is still as handsome as he was yesterday. Gina held onto her cheeks and giggled to herself as she watched Mag go down the stairs.
“Miya, these are the clothes I have prepared for you in advance. You can go upstairs to change into them.” Mag passed the clothes to Miya.
“A-alright.” Yabemiya took the clothes and went upstairs. After she got to the second floor, she rubbed her face with the clothes with a blissful smile, and said, “So, Mr. Mag has already prepared the clothes for me in advance.”
Elizabeth’s clothes… Mag looked at Elizabeth. He remembered she had transformed with clothes instantly during her previous transformation. Maybe she wasn’t wearing clothes too, and was instead wearing clothes transformed with scales?
Elizabeth took two steps back away from Mag and looked at him warily. The surrounding temperature dipped a few degrees lower.
“Don’t be mistaken. I am simply curious.” Mag swiftly placed his hands behind his back to signify his innocence.
“I am not letting anybody touch me,” Elizabeth said proudy.
“Big Sister Elizabeth, let’s dance.” Amy, who was holding onto the music box, tugged Elizabeth’s skirt lightly.
“Seems like that’s the case.” Mag glanced at Amy’s hand and walked into the kitchen with a smile.
“…” Elizabeth.
“What will we dance?” Amy continued to ask.
“Let’s dance that previous one,” Elizabeth said rather helplessly as she looked at Amy’s adorable look. She simply couldn’t get angry with her.
“Count me in!” Miya, who’d just changed, came down quickly and joined the group that was learning how to dance.
Mag went into the kitchen. He was awestruck when he saw Camilla wielding all the 10 knives expertly.
Camilla’s sharp claws had inspired Mag, so he let System custom-make two sets of finger-knives for her.
As the name implied, those were thin and long knives that were fastened to the fingers, and could be used just like fingernails. They replaced Camilla’s fingernails.
Just as Mag had expected, Camilla’s performance was enhanced by these 10 knives. She could easily slice the ingredients into the shapes needed. Although she was still slower than Firis, none in Mamy Restaurant was on par with her, including Mag himself.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
The finger-knives glided across, and a winter bamboo shoot disintegrated into rice-grain sized and fell into a box.
“Ah, how could such a simple job set me back.” Camilla smirked as she used her mental power to make a bunch of peas fly up, and then sliced them into rice-grain size.
She liked this feeling of cutting and slicing and the whooshing sounds. They gave her a sense of thrill.
This may be the reality version of slicing the fruits?
Mag raised his eyebrows.