Anticipation? It was really strange. Daphne began to suspect that there was something wrong with her mentality. If she had to describe her current mood, it was a bit like when she was dressing up the female character in the game
"Love Nikki-Dress UP Queen". She had spent a lot of time and energy on it, and in the end, she couldn't wait to see how beautiful the "daughter" she had raised would look. But the current situation was completely different. It was she herself who was going to wear silk stockings and women's clothing, not some virtual animations and models on the other side of the screen. However, that mood somehow overlapped inexplicably. Perhaps it was because the appearance of this half-blood female character named "Daphne" was so perfect that anyone would want to see how she would look after beingpainstakingly dressed up. Thinking about it this way, having such anticipation seemed quite normal.
Daphne temporarily put aside the misgivings in her heart.
This pair of white silk stockings had probably been stored on the ice sculptures for more than a thousand years. The temperature was extremely low. As soon as the tip of her toe touched the silk surface, it immediately curled back sharply.
"Hiss—"
The coldness seemed to pierce through her heart. Daphne felt that all the nerves in her body were trembling just now. Her feet were too sensitive. Just with a light touch, she couldn't help but secrete that sweet and sticky liquid again, and the sense of swaying and heaviness brought by the pearls on the stockings became even clearer.
It didn't matter much, though. After all, with her current physique, even when walking normally, she would leave a puddle on the ground. If she couldn't get used to this now, she wouldn't be able to live her life in the future.
"It's okay. I'll get used to it sooner or later. It's just a pair of stockings."
Trying her best to forget the piercing coldness just now, Daphne finally gritted her teeth and pushed her fair and jade-like right foot into the stocking.
Soft, silky, and cold, all kinds of wonderful sensations instantly wrapped around her from all directions. The rich subcutaneous nerves of the half-blood girl were overwhelmed. The chaotic bioelectric signals rampaged through the neural network in her body and finally concentrated on the spinal cord, rushing straight into her blank mind that was torn apart by the stimulation.
She couldn't help but let out a low moan.
There was a brief palpitation, continuous rapid panting, and crystal-clear beads of sweat hung from her slightly flushed forehead. Her rosy-red eyes were already glazed over.
"This... this kind of..."
With great difficulty, she pushed her entire slender right leg into the stocking, and every inch of her sensitive skin was tightly wrapped.
The half-blood girl who had never experienced such a feeling before was unable to think anymore. Her clever and cunning mind was in a mess right now.
Just one leg was like this...
No way.
The last shred of reason left was warning Daphne that this was very dangerous. When she was bare-legged before, she still had occasional chances to catch her breath. But now, after putting on the silk stockings, it was almost like... this was simply not something a normal human could endure.
But just when Daphne was about to take off the silk stockings and give up this torture, she suddenly realized something quite important.
After enduring so much of that liquid secretion, this pair of white silk stockings was still as dry and silky as before, as if it had a rather powerful water-absorbing ability.
Ah!?
Could it be that the reason why Oseriel couldn't part with these stockings was!?
Daphne couldn't help but imagine her future life - sitting down would leave a wet mark on the seat, walking past would leave a water stain behind, touching the skirt would always feel like it had been rained on, and others could smell the pungent sweet and sticky smell as soon as they got a little closer...
Looking at it this way, it seemed that she was just like Oseriel and couldn't part with these stockings either. The water-absorbing function was definitely a life-saving key that could effectively prevent social death.
After realizing her dependence on these white silk stockings, Daphne made up her mind that she would endure the pain no matter what.
But after her left leg was also completely pushed into the stocking, the girl with sensitive senses still fainted with her eyes slightly rolled back and her tongue sticking out slightly as expected.
It seemed that she had a dream that she didn't really remember. Daphne woke up in a daze.
She had already slipped from the side of the cabinet and fallen onto the ice floor. The cold air clashed with the warm field created by the cloak.
As soon as Daphne regained consciousness, she immediately started convulsing and screaming violently again. The skirt and shoes on the ground were messed up by her chaotic movements.
After several rounds of fainting and waking up again and again, Daphne finally adapted to it and had a moment to catch her breath.
[Module Section · Tempting Garments lv1]
[The End is Also the Beginning]
[Oseriel's Silk of the Drinking Spring]
[Silk Stockings - White]
[Who Doesn't Have Worries? The Great Mother's Are Just More Hard to Utter.]
[Drinking the Sweet Spring: Absorbing water almost infinitely.
Only by applying specific magic spells can the absorbed water be released again.]
[Thoughtful Housekeeper: If damaged, it will automatically repair the defects after a while. When it slips, it will automatically adjust itself to the best position for the wearer.]
Daphne could barely see the interface displayed on the blue screen between her continuous panting. It was similar to the equipment bar but had some slight differences.
"Automatically adjust to the best position when it slips?" She read this sentence aloud by itself.
The reason was that she had just pushed her left leg and foot into the stocking and then fainted and fallen to the ground. She hadn't even pulled the stockings completely above the hip line.
It should... not be possible, right?
Daphne was just about to comfort herself when she felt the elastic band still around her thigh twitch slightly.
Her heart immediately sank.
"No, don't! I can do it myself—Woo-ee!!!"
Before the poor half-blood girl could argue for herself a bit more, the white silk stockings wrapped around her thigh roots started to move quickly on their own.
The girl was lying among the scattered dresses and skirts on the ground, convulsing. Her beautiful rosy-red eyes were glazed over and rolled back, and tears uncontrollably welled up from the corners of her eyes. Her long, dark-red hair like pomegranate cascaded down.
Just putting on a pair of stockings, why did she have to endure such pain?
Daphne felt more and more aggrieved as she thought about it. She used to be the Pope on high, but now she had become a lowly half-blood girl, and was forced to lie here in this ice-cold world, convulsing and wailing.
Just a few complaints in her heart, and the silk stockings seemed to sense her thoughts and immediately started wriggling like a living thing again.
Fortunately, Daphne's cries were like the singing of a nightingale, and the beautiful sound echoed in this small ice-colored room.
It was just a small incident during the first encounter. This pair of silk stockings would probably accompany our half-blood Miss for a very long time in the future.