Onesie pajamas.
Usually styled with animated animal designs, these pajamas that cover the entire body are somewhat similar to sleeping bags functionally, giving the impression of being fluffy, soft, and warm just by looking at them.
Although these types of pajamas are typically for parent-child or children, it seems there are onesies suitable for adults as well, which is good news for enthusiasts.
It is said that sales for couple sets are also quite promising.
— Aya's knowledge about onesies stops here.
To be honest, he is not very interested in this style of pajamas, and Princess never mentioned anything related to it. It is more accurate to say that after the first encounter, Tiran became more interested in a certain type of decisive pajamas.
After all, things were urgent in Lijing, making any sense of ceremony non-existent.
Well, with Tiran's status, most of the sexy pajamas and lingerie are basically ignored.
By the way, Aya never associates the onesie pajamas with the Princess.
It wasn't until witnessing the scene before him that all the dark emotions of snatching the Princess before entering the room, then rebuilding the glory of Dragon, and even forming a football team were completely washed away.
For the first time seeing the Princess pinned on the bed. Nice.
Miss Silver War Maiden, with a look of panic and embarrassment on her face, her regular home clothes forcibly stripped off and tossed aside, with only a pitiful piece of fabric covering the key parts to avoid indecency, while the lower body was already clad in a shark-themed onesie...
Isn't the design of this onesie too horrifying even when only half-worn?!
The shark-shaped hood's open mouth is just like a huge bloodthirsty one; why did they use a realistic dark red velvet inside the hood, despite the overall animated style of the onesie?! Is this the set of some B-grade horror film "Bloodthirsty Shark"?
Vivian is skillfully using one hand and her body to hold her daughter down on the bed, the restraining and suppressing movements unexpectedly proficient, almost like those trained in the military. The vacant hand is steadily pulling up the onesie.
The mother and daughter entangled on the bed, even with Vivian having the upper hand, her clothes are inevitably in disarray, not to mention Tiran.
By the way, isn't the Princess slightly growing recently? It seems there are some fluctuations?
"I told you not to come in, Aya!"
Seeing Aya entering, the Princess was almost mortified, and Vivian directly took the opportunity to forcefully help Tiran into the onesie.
"Hehe, how is it? Doesn't my daughter look cute in this onesie? When she was little, I loved seeing her wear these clothes."
Although Aya wanted to remind the Queen that her daughter is almost eighteen, at the moment, she just wanted to thank for the hospitality.
Suddenly remembering the afternoon tea in her hand, Aya hurriedly went to prepare it on the nearby coffee table.
"I've already grown up, mom."
Two minutes later, Tiran, who had sorted out her clothes, sat in a chair, holding a freshly brewed cup of tea, muttering under her breath.
Despite being at the end of summer, it is still hot outside, making the fluffy and seemingly warm onesie on her body uncomfortable. If not for the mini magical circle in the room maintaining the temperature, she would have been sweating profusely.
"And... " putting down the cup in frustration, Tiran waved her two hands with fish fin designs, "Did the designer go crazy? For such a onesie, there are no openings for the sleeves!"
"I actually think it's cute and suits you perfectly... Ouch!"
Aya, standing behind Tiran with the teapot, had a twisted expression from trying to stifle her laughter.
"Aya, whose side are you on!"
Tiran lightly tapped Aya with her fish fins in annoyance and then used them to pat the white belly on the onesie that resembled a shark's lower part.
"Aya is now my personal maid, is it strange that we have the same opinion?" the mother-in-law stood with her hands on her hips, appearing proud, daringly looking at her daughter.
"Hehe, the bond between Aya and me cannot be influenced by a mother who had zero presence before."
Tiran forced a smile, attempting to lift the tea cup with her fish fins.
"Yes! I am now Vivian's personal maid and will obey any order from you entirely!"
Aya promptly served Vivian another cup of tea, then stood up straight, saluting. When did you move there so quickly?! Did you learn the "self-cultivation of maids" from Mimi? Plop.
—It wasn't a real sound from the real world, just the Princess hearing the sound of her own emotions and Aya's collapsing dignity.
"You're going too far, Aya... You're in big trouble once my mom leaves."
"I can't help it, gotta be creative, gotta be creative, please understand a little bit," Aya said turning her face away guilty.
I'm poi! I even double-curved in creativity! If everyone had this mindset back then, today the Celestials would have turned into 11 districts!
After hearing what Aya transmitted through the contract, Tiran's gaze towards Aya turned unusually cold, causing Aya to instinctively take a step back.
Is being sharp the Dragon's true nature? Even someone like Aya can't avoid it.
So, what Coco mentioned before about how Dragons forcibly took Elves to breed offspring, and the legends of Dragons snatching Princesses, all really happened...Hehe, a walking ** collective? Maybe it's safer to neuter them early to avoid trouble later.
"Why does it feel so dangerous..."
Although Tiran unilaterally cut off the mental connection of the contract, Aya still sensed a hint of trouble from her now empty eyes.
"Hehe, it's alright, Aya. With me around, the daughter wouldn't dare touch you."
Vivian stood up and embraced Aya's arm vigorously, gesturing a "No problem."
"Ugh..."
Oops, big trouble, Mother-in-law, breasts! We touched! Well, Vivian seems unperturbed, and this feeling of softness and tight embrace... a feeling the Princess can't offer.
It's not great, not only the high resemblance in appearance and personality to the daughter, but also the [heavy weapon] that the daughter currently doesn't possess - this is going to be an issue, no way to resist!
Aya, happily troubled, fell into a trance.
Thud.
A muffled sound, Tiran, ignoring the temperature, finished the red tea in her cup, slammed it hard on the table, and stood up angrily, pointing a fin at Vivian:
"Stop it, grandma, don't flirt with this lady here and attempt to seduce me!"
The Silver War Maiden, in the Shark Limited Edition, officially declared war on her mother.
"Oh, I only saw a cute maid, dear."
Vivian held her cheeks with a gentle smile, then—
—In a split second, her gaze turned sharp and scornful, "If you're not satisfied, then come and take him back."
