Seiji hurried through the streets, his bare chest and pants drawing curious glances from passersby. The coin purse was securely tucked under his arm as he made his way to the clothing store the receptionist had directed him to.
Upon entering the shop, he was greeted by a mature and captivating woman who introduced herself as the owner. "Welcome, young man," she purred, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "How may I assist you today?"
Seiji cleared his throat, feeling a bit self-conscious about his scant attire. "Well, I seem to have forgotten to pack any extra clothes," he explained, his eyes scanning the store for the men's section.
The lady's eyes widened in amusement, and she gestured for him to follow her. "Allow me to show you our fine selection of men's attire. The clothes here are crafted by the most skilled tailors in the realm, using only the finest materials."
As she led him through the store, Seiji found himself unable to focus solely on her words. His eyes wandered, taking in her beautiful curves and medium-sized breasts. Lustful thoughts filled his mind, and he imagined pressing her against the wall, tearing off her clothes, and tasting every inch of her body.
"I'd like to fuck her senseless," he thought, his eyes darkening with desire. "I'd make her scream my name as I pound into her from behind. I'd have her on her knees, sucking my dick until she chokes on it. I'd own her body, marking her as mine."
The lady continued her explanation, oblivious to the erotic torrent raging through Seiji's mind. She described the various fabrics and styles, her voice lilting with pride. Seiji snapped back to attention, realizing he had been lost in a haze of lust.
"So, young man, have you decided on a budget?" the lady inquired, her eyes sparkling with curiosity.
Seiji cleared his throat, feeling a bit embarrassed by his lascivious thoughts. "Ah, yes, I have about five silver coins to spend. I'll need pants, underwear, and some casual clothing, please."
The lady's eyes widened slightly at his request, but she quickly schooled her features into a professional mask. "Of course, I shall assist you personally. Please, follow me."
Seiji trailed after her, his eyes discreetly taking in her swaying hips as she led him to the fitting area. She asked him to stand still as she assessed his body, her eyes roaming over him from head to toe. Seiji felt a tingle run down his spine as her gaze lingered on certain areas, and he found himself hoping she would touch him, just for a moment.
The lady selected a variety of garments for him, her choices reflecting her keen eye for style and fit. She chose five upper garments, five pairs of long pants, and generously threw in six pairs of underwear as a token of her appreciation for his patronage.
As she gathered the selected items, Seiji's mind wandered back to the erotic fantasies he had been indulging in. He imagined the lady joining him in the fitting room, her soft curves pressed against him as she helped him try on the clothes. He envisioned her hands roaming over his body, unbuttoning his pants, and whispering naughty suggestions in his ear.
"I'd have her ride me reverse cowgirl," he thought, his breath quickening. "I'd spank that beautiful ass of hers until it's red and bruised. I'd make her beg for more, screaming my name as she climaxes around my cock."
The lady's voice interrupted his lustful reverie, bringing him back to the reality of the clothing store. "Here you are, young man. Try these on, and we can discuss any adjustments or additional items you may require."
Seiji nodded, his face flushed with a mixture of embarrassment and desire. "Thank you," he murmured, his eyes never leaving the lady's captivating form.
As he headed toward the fitting room, he couldn't shake the erotic thoughts that continued to dance through his mind. He knew that his journey in this magical realm would be filled with excitement, adventure, and, perhaps, unexpected erotic encounters...
(End of Chapter 8)