Harem System In A fantasy World - Chapter 239: Disguised

Chapter 239: Disguised

Elion cleared his throat, “You might wanna take a look at your back.” He pointed at her backside while trying to keep his tone casual.

“Hmmm?” Mira craned her neck, looking over her shoulder as much as she could. Her eyes widened at the sight that met her gaze.

The deep exposure of her back was to be expected, but she was not prepared for the blatant outline of her ass. The cheeks were literally eating up the silky fabric into the valley between the jiggly mounds.

She burst out laughing. “On second thought, let me wear some panties.” Regretfully, she bent down to snatch her discarded black lace undies from the floor a few steps away.

The wet fabric felt cool and a bit sticky against her fingers.

They carried the musky scent of her juices from earlier, when her pussy had soaked through them during their foreplay, but she had no spares, so they would have to do.

She put her feet into the holes one by one, before sliding the fabric up her legs, then higher up the thighs, until the elastic strap clung to her waist with a snap.

She felt the damp crotch settle against her delicate folds. The material clung to her still-sensitive clit and lips, making a faint squelch sound as it pressed onto the entrance to her cave.

It was a shame to cover up her lower body with dirty undies after Elion had so thoroughly washed her up.

And she sort of liked the feeling of the wind wafting around between her legs earlier, aerating her flower and cooling the heat down there.

’At least I skipped the bra…’ She thought. She could take solace in the fact that she was still somewhat free up here.

But now, the outline of her undies was imprinted around the swell of her cheeks in a V shape. The fabric wedged slightly into her flesh, emphasizing the roundness and softness of her ass even more.

It might be appealing to some depending on a person’s kin… Ehem… Tastes, but it was still more modest than her initial pantiless state.

“Let’s go,” she said, hooking her arm around Elion’s as they headed for the door. Her breast brushed against his side with each step.

The hotel hallway was very busy now, voices and laughter echoed from the packed lower floor as they descended the stairs.

The air was thick with the scent of ale and the sweat of many people.

Eyes turned their way as they exited onto the busy streets. Mira’s exquisitely beautiful face and rack were drawing hungry gazes, but Elion’s enigmatic aura was more or less killing any hopes they had of approaching the pair.

It would have been a different matter if he had concealed his presence completely. He didn’t know it, but the passive effect of his new presence skill was always active, and it gave everyone who looked at him the feeling that he was not to be messed around with.

They both took the moment to glance around and appreciate the beauty of Grimholt at night.

The night was alive with torchlight flickering over cobblestones, vendors hawking wares, and groups laughing raucously. The cool breeze slipped under Mira’s dress through the vent, teasing her thighs and legs.

“Let’s go and see how Aria is doing,” Elion suggested, his hand sliding possessively to the small of her back around her waist.

“Un,” she nodded in agreement, leaning into him as they wove through the throng.

…

Elion and Mira were just a few streets away from the elevated pathway that wound up to the academy when Mira accidentally bumped into an unusual figure amid the bustling crowd.

“Sorry,” the woman apologized quickly, though the expression on her face was far from remorseful. It was more like a calculated flicker of curiosity.

Elion shot her a sidelong glance, sizing her up.

She wasn’t exactly ugly, but after spending so much time surrounded by stunning women, she struck him as utterly plain, the kind of ordinary that blended into the crowd effortlessly.

Her black hair was tied back simply, her brown eyes held no spark of allure, and her face was weathered by middle age without the grace to make it interesting.

But when his eyes dipped lower, tracing her figure, he couldn’t help raising a brow. She was kind of stacked.

Hidden beneath those drab, layered clothes was a body that rivaled Aria’s mother, or even Esmeralda, in its ripe proportions.

The round and full swell of her tits pushed generously against the fabric. It was definitely the kind that would jiggle and bounce with every step she took.

Her waist cinched narrowly, almost wasp-like, before flaring out into wide hips that screamed fertility, leading to a backside so generously sized it strained the seams of her skirt; the cheeks looked soft and plush, especially from the side.

“Ehem.” Mira cleared her throat lightly, nudging Elion discreetly in the side with her elbow, and snapping him back to reality.

“Oh…” Elion blinked, realizing he’d been staring openly.

Of course, he caught the way the woman’s eyes sparkled with interest as they roamed over him in return. While he’d been eyeing her goods, she’d been doing the same, though there was nothing lustful about her gaze.

She put on a light smile when she noticed his stare; she didn’t even look offended, but amused instead.

It took Elion a few more seconds to register that there was a man hovering possessively at her side. It was a rough-looking brute with a jagged scar running down one eye.

His face twisted in a sharp glare. He was fuming, sort of like a husband marking his territory after seeing Elion’s blatant leering.

’That must be the jealous husband,’ Elion thought, suppressing a laugh.

[Discerning eye]

Concealment disguises detected]

The system’s voice pinged in his mind just as he shifted his attention to the scarred man, who looked every bit the plain middle-aged laborer.

’You mean to say they’re both wearing disguises?’ Elion queried internally, his brows furrowing.

[Correct. I would have thought you heard me the first time]

The system’s female voice dripped with that familiar condescending edge, like a know-it-all sister ribbing him.

’Glad to see you still have your sense of humor,’ he shot back mentally, rolling his eyes at it. He used his discerning eye’s active ability to look at both of their statuses.

{[Status]}

[Name: Vivian]

[Race: Human]

[Age: 38]

[Rank: Level 53 – High Mage]

He raised his brow in surprise.

He could have guessed that their ranks could be high since they were in disguises, but the woman was surprisingly much stronger than he could have guessed.

She was already as strong as his professors, while being much younger than they were. This woman could gouge his eyes out just for staring at her if she wished to.

’Maybe I shouldn’t stare at some random woman just because?’

Perhaps the next disguised expert he leered at would not be so magnanimous. He had heard many stories of powerful women castrating weak men for daring to look at them wrongly.

And there was definitely no one in these streets who could stop her if she decided to go on a rampage.

It was not every day that you bumped into a high mage in a street after all. Well, maybe the chances were higher since there were a lot of experts in the city for a tournament.

But he might lose his third leg by the time someone strong enough thought to restrain her. Even then, people tend to enjoy drama. So they would definitely choose to watch instead of interfering.

He looked at the guy’s status next.

{[Status]}

[Name: Cain]

[Race: Human]

[Age: 32]

[Rank: Level 49 – Advanced Mage]