Chapter 56
The red-haired woman held a piece of lingerie between her fingers, her gaze scrutinizing and focused.
Clearly not satisfied yet, she lifted it lightly and returned the silken fabric to its place.
With graceful steps, her pale wrist rose slightly. Her fingertips gently brushed across one exquisite and provocative "tactical outfit" after another.
She selected with seriousness, as if calibrating the trajectory of world events. Each time her fingers grazed a hidden piece, it felt like fine-tuning a precise gear that would decide the future—no room for the slightest error.
Oh—no—she actually opened those sensual photo videos, watching and pondering how to combine these "magical little scraps of fabric" for maximum devastating effect.
While studying, her hand unconsciously caressed strip after strip of luxuriously soft gauze.
When she touched one particular piece, her nail accidentally caught just a little too hard.
Riiip—
The gauze tore instantly, leaving a long gash.
A sudden flash of inspiration hit her. She immediately pulled out every stocking made of the same or similar material.
After a dazzling whirlwind of trying on, mixing, matching, and selecting…
My god—she actually chose the most terrifying full-coverage一体式 long stockings?
This high-reflectivity masterpiece used an extremely complex jacquard weave. When worn, it looked like liquid soft armor draped over the body, possessing the powerful function of reducing damage through "battle damage"…
Huh? Didn't she already decide?
Why is she still trying things on and picking?
…What do you mean "stuffing stockings of different styles into bags as backups"?!
…
After a long while… mm… she finally stopped. That not-so-small bag was already stuffed full with an entire layer… visually at least dozens of pieces.
She went back to watching videos for more study.
Uh, regarding outfit combinations—she prepared three tactical bags, each containing a classic representative set as the "primary example."
Tactical Bag 1: Innocent Camouflage (Cotton Preppy Style) Standard set: pure white cotton ensemble. Top: a sailor-collar blouse with ruffled trim. Bottom: a dark heathered wool-blend pleated skirt. Base layer: off-white cotton thigh-highs with clear ribbed texture, giving a clean, neat, everyday-life vibe.
Tactical Bag 2: Classic Seduction (Lace & Matte) Standard set: black lace-spliced series. Main piece: a top heavily featuring lace cut-out craftsmanship, paired with matte silky thigh-highs. Waist: a long, slender real-silk binding ribbon used to secure the leg fabric—overall presenting understated luxury.
Tactical Bag 3: Ultimate Deterrence [Taboo · High-Risk] (Patent Leather & Cut-Out) (Fluff & Beast Form)
Absolute Control Series "Geometric Verdict" standard set: full-body jet-black streamlined soft sculpture. Material: high-molecular mirror-finish coating, surface gleaming with mercury-like cold luster, as if devouring all surrounding light. Cut: extremely futuristic style, using asymmetrical geometric lines to carve complex cut-out structures into the fabric. The crisscrossing straps across it are not decoration—they maintain balance for this high-tension material on the human body, presenting an industrial aesthetic of machinery fused with flesh.
Primordial Chaos Series "Native Totem" standard set: a three-dimensional installation art piece full of exotic tribal flavor. Main material: short-pile granular faux lamb fur, giving a fluffy, warm visual and tactile feel—extreme material contrast against the cold patent leather. Design incorporates biomimetic elements: three-dimensional rabbit-ear structures on the head and spherical fluffy tail accents, granting the piece lively vitality. Fabric transitions cleverly use lace edging, creating rich layering between fluffy fur and fine mesh gauze. Overall impression: soft, warm, full of affinity—like a rare plush doll wrapped in clouds.
The red-haired woman looked at the collection in front of her—enough to fill an entire clothing store display. Finally, she chose the "Classic Seduction" standard set as her initial outfit for going out.
As for the rest… "Princi, pack these clothes separately by set and take them with you. I need to make preparations in advance—keep them as spares."
"Yes, Makima-sama."
The moment the order was given, a voice responded instantly—carrying a deathly, eerily beautiful stillness.
Shadows moved like thick ink, slowly writhing and gathering in the corner of the floor.
Then, a figure "flowed" out from that unnatural darkness, as though she had always been part of the shadow.
It was a woman.
She wore a slightly oversized, plain-style dress; the hem nearly covered her feet.
At first glance she had the soft long hair and slender outline of a human woman—quiet as a fragile porcelain doll.
Head lowered, face obscured, hands folded meekly in front, posture almost servile.
At first you might think she was just a helpless victim—but the creeping sense of wrongness grew stronger the longer you looked.
Her skin was unnaturally pale, almost blinding against the surrounding darkness, exuding a non-human chill.
Most striking were the "feet" visible beneath the hem—they were not human ankles at all.
Instead, eight legs covered in fine black-and-white fuzz, ending in razor-sharp points.
Those spider legs were currently folded in a bizarre, seemingly compacted way under the skirt, barely maintaining a human silhouette—but every tiny adjustment produced a teeth-grating "shh-shh" as hard exoskeleton scraped together.
She slowly raised her head, revealing a delicate yet bloodless face.
Eyes very large, yet hollow like twin deep wells—staring straight at Makima's back with zero human emotion.
The corners of her mouth seemed to carry a faint, innocent-yet-cruel smile.
She tilted her head slightly; her neck made a soft "click."
The next second, the eight spider legs that had been docilely folded beneath the skirt slowly and steadily spread open—bracing against the floor.
Before this, she had already neatly folded up the obstructing dress.
Her massive, twisted, beast-like black silhouette moved across the floor with eerie weightlessness and silence.
With extreme efficiency, she carefully and meticulously packed Makima's clothes…
Only now did Makima finally begin selecting her outfit for going out on the date.
Through the mirror's reflection, she looked Princi up and down carefully, then suddenly spoke:
"When you have time, study the materials I prepared too. Learn how to mix and match outfits for different situations—and master all the techniques."
"Yes."
"How far along is the collection of compatible individuals?"
"Global search progress currently at 48%, total locked compatible individuals: 1576. Asia: 599, Europe: 473, North America: 236, South America: 110, Oceania: 79. Antarctica and Africa fewer—8 and 47 respectively. Additionally, 24 compatible individuals detected in marine regions. When filtered by higher standards, these numbers should be divided by approximately 10."
"Very good, Princi. You all did well."
"Thank you for the praise. It is our honor."
For some reason, a thought crossed her mind—Makima's face suddenly showed an extremely excited, perverted smile.
How will you respond to the grand gift I've so carefully prepared for you?
Den——ji——kun～
At that moment, Denji—who was still on his way home—suddenly shivered.
He felt an inexplicable, intensely strong, extremely perverted, extremely weird "malice"? Or "longing"?
He couldn't quite tell what the feeling was—only that it was very unusual, even downright "rare."
It couldn't be Makima plotting against me… right? No—the contract is still in effect… then who is it?
Denji couldn't figure it out for the moment. Unconsciously, he rubbed his stomach. Suddenly, as if remembering something, he sent a mental voice into the mysterious space inside his body:
"You awake?"
"D-Denji-kun?"
"Yeah, I'm here."
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