"Goodness gracious, sixty thousand...robbery?"

After three seconds of silence, Tiran stared wide-eyed and asked the same question as Mo. This number seemed oddly familiar! This guy was clearly just shifting the costs of opening X!

"Miss Tiran, our shop prices items clearly and honestly for everyone to see."

Roger pointed seriously at the label hanging beneath the wedding dress.

"This label was clearly just changed! Even the color of the numbers is different from before!" Tiran pointed at the newly added zero at the end.

"Then I'll just cut it off..." Roger covered his eyes and sobbed twice.

"Hey hey hey!"

In the end, Tiran grabbed Roger's shoulder with a grip that could crush bones and said the least imposing words.

"I'll buy it."

Watching Roger and Mo carefully take down the wedding dress hanging on the wall, arranging for it to be delivered to her door, Tiran breathed a deep sigh of relief.

Well, she was a bit annoyed about being swindled, but sixty thousand coins deducted from the castle's finances was still acceptable. Most importantly, this piece was indeed a masterpiece, truly touching Tiran's girlish heart.

"Little Tiran, is this declaring sovereignty?"

A faint voice and warm breath sounded in her ear, causing Tiran's ears to tingle before she turned around abruptly to meet Vivian's smiling gaze.

"You're overthinking, this dress is for Aya to wear." Tiran raised an indifferent gaze at Vivian.

"Meow meow meow?!" Caught off guard, Aya's eyes widened in shock.

"Oh, I see...haha..." Startled by Tiran's unexpected response, Vivian could only awkwardly chuckle twice and gave up the argument.

"Wait a minute, I haven't spoken yet! It's just for you guys to try on, how did it become mine?!"

Aya protested quickly, a matter of dignity...although he seemed to have little dignity left.

"Don't worry, Aya, it's just a normal wedding dress, I envy you more than anything."

"If you envy it, then wear it yourself!" Aya retorted defiantly.

"Wear it yourself—"

Snap.

A light sound of a hanger falling to the ground.

Although Mo, who was holding the long trailing skirt of the dress in coordination with Roger, quickly caught the clothing rack with his left hand, being of a petite stature, she struggled to keep the dress steady on the hanger, preventing it from turning into a mess.

Meanwhile, Roger hurriedly ran towards the bottom of the wall where the wedding dress had been displayed.

How did he forget about the things inside? If Tiran saw them...

"Sorry, I'm late."

In a last-ditch attempt as if diving to save a goal, Roger's hand reached for the clothes hanger that had fallen on the ground, about to explain, when a hand swooped in and picked up the hanger, along with the entire set of clothing hanging on it.

As Roger failed in his dive and found himself in a prone position, hands outstretched towards the ground, cold sweat broke out on his face, unnoticed by anyone.

"Um, I can explain..." Roger swallowed nervously, about to raise his head when he felt a hard touch on the back of his head and a soft yet irresistible force.

"So you mean to tell me that all this comes as a set with the wedding dress?" Tiran looked mercilessly at the shop owner, lightly waving the clothing rack in her hand.

There was also a set of alluring white triangle underwear, along with garter stockings and a sheer thin outer layer...that was one thing.

"Could you explain why there's also a thong, handcuffs, restraints, and * included?"

"This, that's a complete accident!" Roger wanted to stay defiant.

"I was wondering why this dress fits so well. Aya just tried it on according to my size earlier. Come clean, or I'll shut down your shop!"

As for the truth...

Roger wasn't technically lying. The wedding dress was originally made to design details better for drawing and was indeed based on a popular character as a bride in an illustration.

Thanks to his meticulous work and somewhat famous artwork, this illustration not only satisfied Roger himself but also sparked a wave of excitement within the fan community.

However, after finishing the artwork, as someone who usually draws sketches, the shop owner Mr. Roger couldn't resist the itch to make more out of it, feeling it was a waste not to do other drawings with this character.

"Um, to begin with, I wanted to draw a pure love story for the bride, but as I was drawing...”

Adding in elements like NTR, *play, and discipline in the end, right?

"And what about the size?"

"It’s purely coincidental! It's just because the character's design is a haughty knight who's a tsundere petite beauty, I designed it based on Miss Tiran's body for the initial sketch! There was absolutely no intention for the subsequent storylines!"

Roger quickly tried to clear things up, feeling the pressure on his head increase before he could finish his words.

Seeing Tiran's black expression, she also remembered the character he mentioned. His explanation might work on those outside the circle, but Tiran knew full well that the reason this haughty knight character had become so popular in recent years and ranked as a top model was at least half due to her devoted fans mistaking the character for themselves and evangelizing it worldwide...

"A tsundere petite beauty, really?! Also, I'm a pure love warrior, cuckolds will fall before me!"

With one decisive step, peace was restored.

...

When Roger opened his eyes again, the sky had turned completely dark.

It took a moment for his pupils to adjust to the light, and he could barely see his surroundings.

He was still in the shop, and everything from the interior decor to the other clothes seemed untouched. At least he hadn't been smashed in a fit of rage by Miss Tiran, which was a relief. Otherwise, he wouldn't just lose money, he'd be bleeding losses.

But why were the lights still off in the shop at this hour? The magical crystal lamp hanging from the ceiling was dim too...where was the Moros person?!

On top of that...

Huh? Couldn't move?

Roger tried to prop himself up from the ground with his hands but found them tied behind his back, the nerves and blood vessels in his arms numb from lying down for so long. His mouth was also gagged.

"Mmm-mmm-mmm!"

Struggling to free himself, the shop owner wriggled like a caterpillar, nearly bumping his head on the nearby counter.

"Huh?"

With the faint light from the street and the neighboring store shining through the window, Roger noticed a note stuck beneath the counter.

Boss:

Princess and her friends said they were going to find a place to eat. They told me to let you ponder things. I won't be staying with you, rest assured, I'll definitely come back later to rescue you.

Hey hey, was it necessary to be so harsh! It was just some wishful thinking about the daughter of the kingdom. Is even fantasizing a crime these days? Show a little understanding for us who can't find a real love interest in life and end up relying on fantasy objects!