Roger smiled humbly. "You're too kind."
"With these three pieces of underwear, I'll definitely be the most beautiful woman at the masquerade!" Hathaway said, clearly delighted.
"Since you're so happy, how about settling up?" Roger said, rubbing his fingers together.
Hathaway immediately agreed. "No problem. How much is it?"
Roger replied, "It's not too expensive. The three pieces of underwear together come to sixty Gold Coins."
"Sixty Gold Coins!" Hathaway was surprised.
"Is there a problem?" Roger asked.
Hathaway shook her head gently. "No... no problem. I'll give you seventy Gold Coins. The extra ten Gold Coins are for your tip."
She pulled out the Gold Coins from her pouch, counted out seventy, and handed them to Roger.
Gold Coins were made from gold, dense and light, only one millimeter thick and 2.5 centimeters in size. Seventy Gold Coins didn't seem like much in his hand.
"My dear, thank you so much!" Hathaway said, turning and giving Roger a kiss on the cheek.
Roger quickly glanced outside, worried someone might see him being so close to Hathaway.
Hathaway was Kurinan's woman, a big shot in the Skeleton Faction. He didn't want to risk offending Kurinan because of Hathaway's teasing.
"These pieces of Sexy Lingerie look great, but I'm not sure how to put them on. Can you help me?" Hathaway suddenly asked.
This was exactly what Roger had hoped not to hear.
He hadn't offered home delivery specifically to keep his distance from Hathaway.
But now, she was asking him to help her put on the underwear.
She had said it, and Roger couldn't refuse.
"Alright, come with me. I'll show you how to wear it, but just to be clear, I'm only helping you put on the underwear. Nothing else," Roger said seriously.
Hathaway couldn't help but laugh. "Look at you, so scared. I'm not a tiger; I'm not going to eat you."
"That's not certain," Roger replied as he turned and walked toward the fitting room.
"Wait! Hold on," Hathaway said, reaching out to stop him.
Roger looked at her, puzzled. "What's wrong?"
Hathaway glanced out the window. "Those two stablemen are my subordinates. We can't let them see me go into the fitting room with you. If they tell Kurinan, I'm worried he'll cause trouble for you."
Roger replied, "In that case, you should just go back and put it on yourself."
Hathaway's eyes shifted. "Let's go to your bedroom. That way, no one will see us."
"Alright," Roger said, not thinking much about it, and nodded in agreement.
He led Hathaway up to his bedroom on the second floor.
The bedroom was spacious, about ten square meters, with a simple and clean design.
Sunlight streamed through the window, casting light on the bed, and the air carried Roger's lingering masculine scent.
"Don't you feel lonely, sleeping in such a big bed by yourself?" Hathaway said with a mischievous smile as she walked into the room.
Roger looked at her, stunned. "What does the size of the bed have to do with me feeling lonely?"
Hathaway plopped down on the bed. "I'm just teasing you."
Roger took the Sexy Lingerie set and walked over to her. "Take off your clothes, and I'll help you put on the underwear."
"Get completely naked?" Hathaway asked.
Roger glared at her. "You can keep your underwear on the outside if you want."
"Haha…" Hathaway laughed, amused by his retort.
Then, Hathaway locked eyes with Roger and slowly peeled off her dress, binding cloth, and triangular panties.
Her voluptuous figure—pale, full breasts and all—was laid bare before Roger, delivering an overwhelming visual impact.
The sudden sight of her naked body hit Roger like a storm. His breathing thickened, his pulse raced, and his penis hardened instantly.
Primal lust flooded his mind. He stared at her, dumbstruck, as if his thoughts had short-circuited.
Swaying her plump, pale buttocks, Hathaway closed the distance between them. She looped her arms around Roger's neck and whispered, "Am I beautiful?"
"Huff—" Roger exhaled sharply. "Stop messing around. Put your clothes back on—"
Before he could finish, Hathaway crushed her lips against his in a fiery kiss. Her tongue slipped past his teeth with practiced ease, launching a relentless assault.
In that instant, Roger's mind went blank. Rationality drowned in desire.
His fingers slackened, dropping the lingerie he'd been holding. His left hand rose to grope Hathaway's breast, kneading it roughly.
He devoured her soft lips, sucking hungrily on her tongue.
Hathaway's arousal ignited. Between feverish kisses, she tore at Roger's clothes.
Soon he stood naked, revealing a lean, muscular frame.
"Roger—love me. Hard," Hathaway demanded, locking her legs around his waist.
Their bodies pressed flush together. Roger gripped her buttocks, fingers teasing her wetness.
"Ahh~!"
Hathaway shuddered, a moan escaping as electricity shot through her. The sound drove Roger wild.
He carried her to the bed, laying her down. Hathaway released her legs but fisted his hair, yanking his head toward her nipple.
Roger alternated between both breasts until she forced him lower—down to her drenched core.
Her thighs clamped around his head, desperate to fuse him into her flesh.
After minutes of this, she released him, pushed him onto his back, and took his throbbing length into her mouth.
"Fuck—!" Roger arched, every nerve alight with unfamiliar ecstasy.
Hathaway's expertise soon had him trembling on the edge.
When she finally pulled away, she straddled him. Grasping his rigid cock, she rubbed it against her slick entrance.
"Mmm…ah…yes~!"
The next second, Hathaway lowered herself onto Roger, taking him inside her body.
Roger responded with equal fervor, initiating rapid upward thrusts.
The nineteen-year-old's youthful physique overflowed with boundless stamina, enabling prolonged lovemaking brimming with primal intensity.
He eclipsed Kurinan's aging potency by magnitudes.
Hathaway scarcely recalled experiencing such soul-shaking pleasure in recent memory.
No wonder noble wives sought extramarital affairs - these vigorous outsiders could truly satiate their carnal hunger.
"Harder, darling! Yes! Don't stop...make me...oh God YES!" Hathaway's wanton cries echoed through the chamber.
Transformed into an equestrian temptress, she rode Roger with abandon, savoring long-deprived ecstasy.
Roger's days of pent-up desire erupted in primal release, his thrusts accelerating rhythmically.
Each powerful drive drew gasping moans from Hathaway's swollen lips.
The air thickened with musk and saline perspiration.
After five minutes of female-dominant passion...
Roger abruptly sat upright, flipping Hathaway beneath him. He hoisted her legs over his shoulders, exposing her glistening sex.
"Don't you dare stop! Keep...ah!...keep ravaging me!" she demanded breathlessly.
Roger plunged into her dripping heat with renewed force.
"Haaah~!" Hathaway's cry reverberated off the walls.
Maintaining this angle, Roger hammered relentlessly until muscle fatigue burned through his thighs and arms.
Collapsing onto her sweat-slicked form, he sought momentary respite.
Hathaway entwined her fingers through his hair, meeting his mouth in salt-tinged kisses as their hips maintained sensual undulations.
Within sixty seconds, Roger's stamina resurged. Shifting positions, he rolled Hathaway sideways, hiking her left leg against his heaving chest before sheathing himself in her molten core.
"YEEEES!!" Her entire body arched taut as bowstrings, every nerve alight.
This time Roger struck her deepest sanctum, delivering convulsive pleasure that vibrated through her marrow.
After minutes of piston-like precision:
"Oh! L-love...I'm...I'm...ASCENDING!"
Hathaway's nails carved crescents into Roger's forearms, pupils dilating as crimson flush consumed her features.
Her climax arrived with shocking swiftness, a supernova detonating behind her clenched eyelids.