Reincarnated as the Only Human-Chapter 945: Dresses (1)

I had felt that today was going to be an interesting day, so I had thankfully brought my money with me, and at first I felt somewhat guilty since I was going to be spending money on this other woman and not on my wives, but at the same time...

I mean, Camara had all kinds of dresses already and I had gotten her a lot of materials for her to work with, while both Annie and Cici were so new I hadn't found any sort of valid gift for them yet...

One that wasn't dangling between my legs and made them both crazy with pleasure, of course.

Besides, my gift to them was also growing inside of their bellies, and during the time it took for that gift to come to fruition I could go and get all the things they would need and want during that time.

So I focused back on Gertrude, who was staring at me like I was to blame for her lack of nice apparel, unable to help myself from smiling as I nodded and repeated "Let's get some dresses for you then~!"

Standing so close to her, I could smell the same thick scent from last night, that warm, overwhelming scent flooding my head and making me tipsy as I recalled how powerful her hips had been, how tight her pussy was and how large of a load she had taken from me.

She knew I was thinking of it too, and the tapping of the knife reminded me that we were still in a 'dangerous' spot since Eleanor was nearby; even still, I couldn't help myself as I said "I think you would look beautiful in red."

Her auburn hair and fur, the hazel eyes that were always so serious, the fact that red was such a powerful, strong color... it would be the color that best suited her, but she didn't seem to agree as she frowned and looked down towards her arms.

Blood was still staining her skin, and for a moment I wondered if her profession had tainted her mind a little, making her view the color red as some kind of reminder that she did something 'dirty' for work.

Maybe she truly thought that the only thing that red symbolized was blood, reminding her of her job that made many look at her in ways that were unjust and unfair; instead of trying to convince her otherwise, I swiveled to another color and kept the conversation flowing.

This isn't a conversation we should be having when we were just starting out, at least it seemed that way to me, so I kept it to the discussion of colors that I thought would make her look beautiful, smoothing everything over.

"Or green... a darker, forest green would look stunning on you. Maybe a light blue..? Well, we could just agree that you would be gorgeous in a dress~!"

She tapped the knife again before resuming her work, all the while listening to me list off random dresses that I was aware of; the different types of dresses that would look good on her, like a sleeveless, low cut dress that emphasized her bust, or a backless and sleeveless dress for her muscles.

Something form fitting, maybe something with a leg slit to show off those powerful thighs of hers... everything I listed made the Bearkin cut through that carcass with more force then was needed, but never once did she tap the knife nor did she glare at me.

Maybe it was because I was constantly complimenting her beauty, or perhaps it was because she was saving this 'anger' for later, but either way it took her not that long to finish her work, clean up, and grab me as she dragged me out of her shop.

She only said a few things to her daughter before we left, and yet it was all she needed to say since Eleanor gave me a small smile and a nod before telling her Mama to let loose and have some fun.

The bubbly girl ignored the glare and instead said that she was going to finish up before heading out as well, meaning the shop and the house would be empty; it was a clear message to us both that we could come home tonight and have sex freely, and that only made Gertrude squeeze my wrist while glaring at her daughter even more.

And yet she didn't deny or make an excuse, instead just taking me outside and towards a boutique, remaining silent and leaving her hand on my wrist like I was some child she was disciplining.

Her grip was powerful, but it wasn't so strong that I couldn't break free, so of course I pried her hand off of my wrist and replaced it with mine, taking us from a more serious and ambiguous stance to something more intimate as I held her hand happily.

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Gertrude didn't pull away, but she also gave me a small glare as we walked side by side towards this shop that she knew about, our style of dress currently drawing a few eyes; I was in my armor with a dagger hanging on my hip while she had on a simple blouse and some nice leathers that hugged her ass.

She looked so damn good in just this, so I couldn't even begin to imagine how gorgeous she would be in a good dress... would I be able to help myself whenever I saw this woman in a good dress..?

Though there was also a part of me that was asking the question on if she would be able to help herself when I got myself something nice to wear as well, since there was no way I was going to a restaurant for a date wearing some armor.

That would just be rude to her, even if I thought I looked really~ fucking good in this armor... and if I knew I looked good because there were so~ many people staring at me as I walked around, stroking my ego the same way Gertrude stroked the back of my hand to remind me who I was walking hand in hand with.