These past days, the alluring figures of Norna and Celine had already stirred Roger's carnal desires to a fever pitch, leaving him with pent-up lust nowhere to vent. Now Hathaway kept flaunting her charms with such provocative boldness, constantly devising new ways to tease him. If this continued, Roger feared he might truly lose control.
"Then take a good look. While you're at it, tell me how you rate my figure." Hathaway purred with sultry amusement.
As she spoke, she suddenly spread her legs apart. The full expanse of her shapely thighs flooded Roger's vision. Never expecting her to play such games, Roger's gaze turned feverish instantly, his manhood stiffening from the stimulation.
His pupils contracting from the arousal, Roger instinctively leaned his head back with a strained chuckle. "Impressive proportions. I see clearly now." To resist Hathaway's temptations, he rose abruptly, forcibly suppressing the carnal flames within.
He then lifted Hathaway's skirt higher, unwrapping her breast-binding cloth to measure her bust. Every movement now radiated dangerous allure. His resolve teetered precariously - should Hathaway continue this game, he couldn't guarantee maintaining restraint.
"Mature married women certainly have ample breasts! Surprisingly rosy nipples too, with such voluptuous curves. Exactly my preferred type." Roger mentally noted. Within seconds, he completed the bust measurement. With the sizing finished, escape from Hathaway's seductive web finally became possible.
"You're actually resisting this?" Hathaway stared at him in astonishment.
Roger feigned nonchalance. "This is business. Professionalism requires restraint."
Hathaway pouted in disappointment. "How tiresome. You've already seen everything. What's the harm in indulging? Stop pretending to be proper."
Roger spread his hands helplessly. "Come now, I'm not the scoundrel you imagine."
"Am I some wanton harlot then?" Hathaway retorted indignantly. "I only behave this way with you! Ordinary men don't interest me."
"Consider me flattered." Roger turned to exit the fitting room. He'd observed how Hathaway meticulously maintained her body, even her intimate areas preserved in dewy freshness. Were she truly promiscuous, those regions would show signs of wear. This revelation confirmed her genuine interest in him.
Young, handsome, and a powerless fallen noble - Roger presented the perfect target for seduction and manipulation. Hathaway's attraction made logical sense. Yet she hadn't anticipated Roger's ironclad self-discipline, his refusal to succumb to carnal temptations. Paradoxically, this resistance only deepened her fascination. The prospect of conquering such resolve someday would make victory taste all sweeter.
"I'll craft lingerie matching your figure and aura. Barring complications, it should be ready tomorrow afternoon. Remember to collect it then." Roger moved toward his workbench as he spoke.
Hathaway chirped eagerly, "Splendid! I trust your taste completely."
Roger glanced over his shoulder. "I've work to attend. Feel free to leave."
"Then I'll take my leave. Until tomorrow, darling~!" Hathaway waved coquettishly before departing.
At last, the troublesome woman was gone.
Roger immediately felt a weight lift from his chest, and the desire he had been holding back for so long slowly began to subside.
"To be fair, Hathaway isn't exactly a good woman, but she's definitely a good person. She teases me because she really does like me. That actually makes it easier to get along with her—as long as I keep a safe distance."
He analyzed quietly to himself.
In this life, aside from working hard, people really just want to eat, drink, have fun, and enjoy themselves.
Living freely and not repressing your desires—that's what makes life meaningful.
The next period passed in a flurry of activity.
Roger finished cutting the fabric for the Sexy Lingerie three-piece set, then shut the store doors and called it a day.
Orders had been few these past couple of days, but the earnings were immense—enough to match the best years of Tailor Shop's business.
The sun set, and night blanketed the land.
In the bedroom.
Roger leaned against the headboard, holding the Spell Scroll in his hand.
The Magic Seal on the Spell Scroll was solid—there was no way he could break it quickly.
The main purpose of this kind of Magic Seal was to protect the Spell Scroll from decay or intentional destruction.
It also ensured that the scroll hadn't been opened or tampered with.
Once opened, the Spell Scroll would lose its secrecy completely, and its value would drop significantly.
There was no helping it—Roger was just too weak.
The only way to unseal the scroll was to use his own Mana to slowly grind down the Magic Seal until it dissolved completely.
"I refuse to believe this! Even if I have to burn through all my Mana, I will break this Magic Seal!" Roger wasn't ready to give up.
He channeled all the Mana in his body, forcing it through his meridians, concentrating it into his hands, and directed it at the Magic Seal.
Who knew how long had passed—he was starting to get drowsy, his eyelids heavy with sleep.
His Mana reserves were nearly depleted.
Finally, after more than three grueling hours of persistence, he managed to dispel the Magic Seal on the scroll.
The moment the Magic Seal broke, the Spell Scroll suddenly slipped from his hand and began to float slowly into the air, radiating a dazzling purple light.
"That's incredible!" Roger's eyes widened as he stared at the scroll.
Before his eyes, the scroll automatically unfurled, revealing its contents.
Seeing this, Roger quickly sat up straight, craning his neck with curiosity to get a better look.
The scroll was densely inscribed with ancient magical runes.
On the far left was a name—Stormbreaker Blade.
Next to it, in smaller letters, it read: Level Five Magic.
This meant that the spell Stormbreaker Blade was a five-star level magic—no wonder it had been so well preserved.
Magic and Combat Arts were the techniques studied by Mages and Magic Warriors respectively, and were classified from one to nine stars in terms of quality.
The higher the star level, the more powerful the ability.
Magic was used for ranged attacks, while Combat Arts were meant for close-quarters combat.
A five-star magic like Stormbreaker Blade was incredibly rare—you wouldn't find another of its level in the entirety of Windmill Town.
Even in the Delos Empire, Stormbreaker Blade would still be considered high-tier magic.
That said, in order to cultivate high-tier magic, the practitioner's strength also had to be sufficiently powerful.
Roger was only a Level 3 Mage, so there was no way he could train in Stormbreaker Blade.
The basic requirement to learn Stormbreaker Blade was to become a Level 5 Mage.
"What a shame. I can't train with it now. I'll just hold onto it—once I'm strong enough, it won't be too late to start." Roger thought with excitement.
He got out of bed, walked over to his wardrobe, and hid the Spell Scroll that contained Stormbreaker Blade inside.
Then he returned to bed, sat cross-legged, and began to cultivate.
During meditation, his mind was calm and serene, as if he had forgotten time itself, forgotten everything.
By the time he awoke from his cultivation, it was already morning.
After an entire night of uninterrupted training, he didn't feel tired at all. On the contrary, his whole body was brimming with energy.
His strength had improved ever so slightly—not by much, the progress was painfully slow.
This was the downside of poor talent—a fundamental flaw that was hard to overcome with effort alone.
As usual, Roger got out of bed, washed up, cooked breakfast, ate, and then opened the shop for business.
It wasn't long before customers started arriving one after another.
Without exception, they were all noblewomen or noble daughters, all referred by Norna.
True to his business principles, Roger didn't take a single order from them.
At the end of the day, it all came down to the same line: "Let's see how well you behave."
To put it plainly, if they wanted Roger to custom-make sexy lingerie for them, they had to find a way to win his favor first.
Otherwise, Roger couldn't be bothered to waste time on them.
Time flew by.
Roger worked straight through the afternoon and finally finished Hathaway's Sexy Lingerie three-piece set.
Just over an hour later, Hathaway arrived in a luxurious carriage.
She jumped out eagerly and stepped into Roger's shop with light, excited steps.
"Darling Roger, is my underwear ready?" Hathaway asked excitedly.
Roger picked up the parcel containing the Sexy Lingerie set, walked up to her, and handed it over. "It's ready. Please inspect it."
Hathaway took the package and opened it, pulling out the stockings, her eyes gleaming with heat as she examined them.
She carefully looked over the stockings, panties, and bra one by one before nodding in satisfaction. "Your craftsmanship is simply amazing! These three pieces aren't just gorgeous—they also come with powerful magical properties."