bookbashuk Chapter 166 Tailor-made
Chapter 166 Tailor-made
Lynn didn't wake up on her own.
Half of my arm is numb.
He opened his eyes and looked down—
Lydia clung to his left arm like a koala, her face buried in his shoulder.
The thin shirt had been tormented overnight, and the collar had slipped down to reveal a patch of dazzling white.
On his right, Vivian's cat ears gently rubbed against his neck, her thighs still straddling him, unconsciously tightening in her sleep, treating him like a life-sized body pillow.
Lynn stared at the ceiling and remained silent for three seconds.
Then, with utmost care, he slowly pulled himself out of this gentle embrace.
Lydia wrinkled her nose in her sleep, her arm reaching out blankly in the air, only to find nothing.
She smacked her lips, turned over, and scooped Vivian's tail into her arms to continue hugging.
Vivian's cat tail was being used as a pillow by her best friend; it twitched twice unconsciously, but she didn't wake up.
Lynn let out a soft breath, stood up, and stretched her numb shoulders and arms.
His gaze fell on the corpse of the giant python in the corner of the shelter.
Snake skin.
He finished half of it last night.
Lynn walked over, squatted down, and drew his dagger.
The blade moved along the fascia, and the work continued.
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Lydia woke up to the smell of blood.
She opened her eyes groggily, only to find the space beside her empty, with only her lingering body heat and Vivian's tail remaining.
"Uncle...?"
She propped herself up, the hem of her shirt slipping down to her thighs, the coolness instantly sobering her up.
Outside the shelter, morning light streamed through the woods.
A silver-gray figure stood with his back to her, head down, handling something.
Lydia tiptoed over and stopped a few steps away.
Lynn didn't turn around, but the wolf ears moved in her direction.
"woke up?"
"Hmm..." Lydia straightened her wrinkled shirt, took two steps closer, and saw what he was holding.
A whole piece of green-scaled snake skin.
In the morning light, it has a dark green hue, with delicate texture and neatly cut edges.
"M-Uncle...can this be made into...clothes?" Lydia asked curiously.
Lynn didn't even look up, the blade continuing its movement.
"able."
He paused for a moment.
"But we need to measure the dimensions."
A rustling sound came from behind.
Vivian woke up at some point, rubbing her eyes as she poked her head out of the shelter, her cat ears drooping, clearly not fully awake yet.
But the words "measurement" were like a bucket of cold water, instantly waking her up.
The cat ears suddenly stood up.
"Measure...measure the dimensions?!"
Lynn looked up.
His eyes were calm and still, and his face held the professional yet aloof expression of an old tailor facing a customer.
"Even underwear that's an inch off is unacceptable."
He stuck the knife into the soil, stood up, and took out a tape measure from his bag.
"Can you do it yourselves?"
silence.
Both princesses bowed their heads at the same time.
Vivian's cat tail curled nervously into a question mark.
Lydia's dog ears lay limply against her hair.
of course not.
They didn't even know where their clothes were made.
The court's personal tailor would come to your door in person. When taking your measurements, four female officials would stand behind you, and you wouldn't even be able to see the tailor's fingers clearly throughout the entire process.
Lynn showed no sarcasm, nor any other expression.
He unfolded the measuring tape and stated succinctly:
"Who goes first?"
Lydia first.
She stood on a flat rock by the stream, unsure of what to do with her hands, and finally clasped them tightly in front of her.
The morning breeze swept through the woods, causing the ill-fitting shirt to clung to his skin, outlining breathtaking curves.
Lynn stopped behind her.
Raise your hand.
Lydia obediently raised her arms.
The measuring tape went around her from behind, along her armpit, and across her shoulder blade.
Lynn's fingers, through her shirt, pressed along the curve of her ribs to straighten the measuring tape.
Just that one moment.
Lydia felt her heart pounding so loudly—
It was so loud that Lynn must have heard it.
Because his fingers paused for a moment, but he didn't say anything and continued.
chest circumference.
The measuring tape is moved from behind to the front, passing under the fullest curve.
Lynn's fingers inevitably brushed against the thin fabric.
Although it was just a brief touch.
But Lydia's body had already betrayed her.
Beneath the shirt, something was subtly tense.
She bit her lower lip hard, her ears were so red they were almost bleeding, and she dared not look down, staring intently at an unknown tree in the distance.
heart:
[The little bear isn't... the uncle's hand... it's so hot...]
[No, his fingers were definitely cold...]
[It's because I'm too hot...]
It's a little itchy...
But I don't want him to take it away.
【—What am I thinking?!】
What am I thinking?!
Lynn gave her a number, but she didn't hear it at all.
Until Lynn said again, "Waist circumference."
She mechanically inhaled and tightened her abdomen, while the measuring tape wrapped around her from behind, tracing the thinnest part of her curve.
It was that gentle touch again.
Press it on your side.
It happened to be the spot where she was most ticklish.
Lydia felt as if she had been electrocuted, her whole body tensing up.
Lynn glanced at her.
His gaze was calm, as if he were confirming, "Is this the thinnest spot?"
Lydia's neck was completely red.
Vivian watched from the side, her cat tail nervously wrapping around her calf.
She was half-asleep just now, but now she's fully awake.
So clear-headed that every detail is magnified—
Lynn's fingers. The feel of a measuring tape.
Lydia's ears were bright red.
And there's that saying, "Even underwear that's close to the skin can't be even an inch off."
Close-fitting.
Not even an inch off.
Vivian looked down at herself.
She was thinner than Lydia, and in some places... she wasn't as prominent.
When we measure it later, won't it be like this—
Will he think I'm flat-chested?
The moment that thought popped into her head, Vivian wished she could tear off her cat ears.
Why would I think of this!
Why should I care whether he feels it's fair or not!
He's just an older man I've known for two days!
I am Princess Vivian of Lotharan!
"Vivian."
She suddenly looked up.
Lynn had finished measuring Lydia and was looking at her with the tape measure in hand.
Lydia squatted down beside her, covering her face with her hands, like a boiled dog.
"It's your turn," Lynn said.
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When Vivian stood on the rock, her legs felt a little weak.
It's not because I'm afraid.
It was because of the process of watching Lydia that she had just had a strange premonition that "I am about to be completely seen through."
Lynn stopped behind her.
"Raise your hand."
She raised her hand, and the cat's tail stood up high in tension.
The measuring tape passes under the armpit and across the shoulder blade.
Lynn's fingers pressed against her thin shirt, and through the fabric, he could feel a slight warmth.
Measure your chest circumference.
The measuring tape was wrapped around his body.
Vivian straightened her back almost instinctively.
—Then she regretted it.
Because of this movement, the measuring tape ended up stuck in the most... most awkward position.
Lynn's fingers paused for a moment.
It was just a fleeting moment.
Then he calmly recited the numbers, as if nothing had just happened.
Vivian's face was already bright red.
heart:
[Ahhh, this is so embarrassing...]
He's so serious...
She was just making clothes for me...
But here I am, lost in thought...
Her cat ears drooped down in shame, clinging softly to her hair.
Then there's the skirt length.
This is the most agonizing.
The measuring tape hung down from her waist, along the outside of her thigh, and continued downwards.
Lynn half-squatted down, pressed her fingers on the end of the measuring tape, and pressed it against the protruding knuckle on the inside of her ankle.
His fingertips were cool.
Vivian's skin was hot.
Her bare, long legs were dazzlingly white in the morning light.
Lynn's gaze swept calmly over the tape measure marks, not lingering on her legs for even half a second longer.
But that posture.
He squatted down at her feet.
Her dress hem barely covered the top of her thighs.
Vivian felt like her heart was about to jump out of her throat.
What devastated her even more was—
Her cat tail.
That unruly, completely disobedient white cat tail was now tightly wrapped around Lynn's wrist.
When did she wrap it up?
She didn't notice at all.
Now that they've discovered it, they don't dare pull it back at all.
Because pulling back would imply, "I did intentionally get entangled with it just now."
But it wouldn't pull back; it just stayed there, coiled around Lynn's strong forearm like a small white snake, its tail tip gently brushing against his wrist bone—
Vivian's brain was completely overloaded.
Lynn looked down at the cat tail wrapped around her wrist, then looked up at her.
His eyes held a hint of helplessness, and something else entirely.
He didn't speak.
He just gave his wrist a slight shake.
The cat's tail slid down smoothly.
Vivian quickly hid her tail behind her back, concealing the tip of the tail that was trembling at an abnormal frequency, completely betraying its owner.
[Size recording complete]
Lynn put away the measuring tape and mentally reviewed the data.
This wasn't the first time he'd made clothes.
I made it for Leah, I made it for Elune, and I made that purple evening gown for Vilitas.
But measuring the two princesses "in Baki's identity"—
He lowered his eyes, rolled up the measuring tape, and put it back in his bag.
"alright."
Just two simple words.
The two girls behind him, like prisoners granted a pardon, breathed a sigh of relief at the same time, yet simultaneously fell into a deeper, inexplicable sense of shame.
Noon, ready-made clothes.
"alright."
Lynn unfolded the two sets of clothes.
One set for Lydia.
The short jacket was made of soft, green-scaled armor, with the softest layer of leather from the snake's belly as the lining.
The neckline was slightly tapered, and the waistline was extremely narrow, fitting perfectly at the slimmest part of her figure.
Her lower body was clad in a matching battle skirt with a side slit for ease of movement. The skirt was adorned with several complete blue scales that shimmered with a cold, eerie light as she moved.
One set for Vivian.
The top is a lighter, shorter style that just reveals a bit of the waistline.
The shoulders have been narrowed, making the person appear more slender and graceful.
The lower body is a knee-length trouser skirt, covered with soft scale armor on the outside and breathable soft leather on the inside.
The trousers are tapered at the ankle, fitting the calf line, allowing for a neat and agile movement while maintaining a youthful playfulness.
Lydia changed first.
She stood by the stream, looking down at the close-fitting clothes she had never worn before.
Every inch of the fabric fits like a second skin.
The shoulder width is just right, not an inch more or less.
The waistline is positioned at the narrowest point, creating a slender, graceful curve without even needing a corset.
The design at the chest was clearly conservative, yet the perfect cinching accentuated her curves.
This is the measurement he took.
He now knows how thin my waist is.
He knows my bust size.
He knew I had a small mole on the third rib below my ribcage—his finger had just been pressing there when he measured me, so he must have felt it.
Lydia stood there, a blush spreading from her cheeks all the way to her collarbone.
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Vivian changed even more slowly.
She hid in the shelter, her back to the outside, her fingers tracing the smooth stitches.
fit.
It fits perfectly.
It fit her so perfectly, as if he had traced every inch of her body with his gaze.
She remembered that when he was measuring the length of her skirt, he squatted down beside her feet and pressed his fingers against the knuckles on the inside of her ankle.
The hem of that culotte now sits just above that joint.
Not a penny more, not a penny less.
She recalled that when he measured her waist, he made her inhale, then the measuring tape went around and pressed against the most ticklish spot on her side.
The waistline of that outfit now sits right at that position.
Like a gentle brand.
Vivian lowered her eyes, and her cat tail unconsciously curled into a heart shape.
She opened her mouth, as if to say something.
The last thing uttered was a very soft, extremely soft sentence—
"Baki-san... he's amazing."
He paused for a moment.
"Much, much better than that disgusting prophet."
Outside the shelter.
Lynn's hands, which were tidying up the leatherworking tools, twitched at the corner of her mouth when she heard this.
He didn't say anything.
He simply rolled up the extra measuring tape slowly and tucked it deep inside his waist.
Treetops in the distance.
The soaring sounds of nature resounded.
"Boss."
"Um."
"She said you're much better than that disgusting prophet."
"...I heard you."
"When are you going to tell her that you're that disgusting prophet?"
silence.
"have no idea."
Chongtian narrowed his eagle eyes with a wicked grin.
"Remember to let me know in advance, I have to fly quite far."
"I'm afraid if I laugh too loudly, you'll turn me into soup."
Lynn did not answer.
He put the last scrap of snakeskin into his bag, stood up, and looked toward the shelter.
There, two girls were looking down at their new clothes, whispering to each other.
Lydia's dog ears twitched.
Vivian's cat tail was curled into a heart shape without her even noticing.