Skinwalker Belle – Chapter 314 – Bespoke

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Another night that the dear readers would enjoy.

Lin Fan glanced at Yui, who was curled up at the foot of the bed like a little kitten.

The girl wasn’t as skilled as her sister, but she made up for it with her eagerness to learn.

Moreover, that desire to please her master was written all over her face.

“Milord, you’re awake.”

A soft sound came from nearby.

Yuzuru was already fully dressed, having changed back into her deep purple furisode kimono, her hair combed into perfect order.

Lin Fan sat up and took the cup of water, taking a small sip.

His gaze swept over Yuzuru.

“Peak of Level Five.” Lin Fan raised an eyebrow. “Looks like my energy wasn’t wasted on you.”

Yuzuru’s face flushed red, then she lowered her head and said respectfully, “Thank you for your grace, Milord.”

Last night’s baptism of Energy Potion had not only shattered her final psychological defenses but had also sent her Spirit Energy surging forward by leaps and bounds.

In a single night.

She had not only stabilized the realm she had just broken through to, but had also advanced with unstoppable momentum, directly touching the threshold of Level Six.

Only one final step remained before she could reach the Level Six Domain.

“What a pity.”

Lin Fan set down the cup and traced a finger along Yuzuru’s smooth chin. “At this bottleneck, the effect is already diminishing. Unless…”

Unless her main body could break through to Level Eight.

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That would generate a higher tier of energy, which might help Yuzuru force her way through the barrier.

At her current mid-Level Seven cultivation, even if he drowned the woman in energy, she would most likely remain stuck at this position.

Such were the advancement rules for Evolved beings.

The higher one climbed, the more insurmountable the chasm became.

“Yuzuru dares not ask for more.” Yuzuru quickly prostrated herself, her forehead touching the back of her hands. “The power I have now is something I wouldn’t have even dared to dream of before.”

“Contentment brings happiness. That’s good.”

Lin Fan stepped onto the wool carpet and glanced down at the body she currently occupied.

Even without layering on any charm skills, this vessel alone was enough to drive most male creatures to madness.

But there were some minor flaws.

For instance…

Lin Fan raised a hand and gestured at her chest.

Though the shape was perfect, compared to the surging waves of her usual main body, this size—barely reaching a C-cup—was indeed somewhat petite.

And she was only a little over 160 centimeters tall.

“I’m tired of wearing this gothic dress.”

Lin Fan glanced at the elaborate black gown hanging on the clothes rack.

Previously, she had needed this dark aesthetic to project the image of a noble young lady playing the part of a princess.

But now, in this land of Sakura Island, she was a walking god—she didn’t need clothes to embellish her status.

Besides, those layered, cascading skirts were genuinely inconvenient to move in, especially when she wanted to kick someone. It always felt like she couldn’t fully extend her leg.

“Would Milord like a change of style?”

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At that moment, Yui also woke up.

She rubbed her sleepy eyes, and upon hearing Lin Fan’s words, immediately perked up.

As a tool person with special abilities, her role was now clearly defined—her master’s all-purpose steward and personal stylist.

“Yeah.”

Lin Fan waved a hand.

With a rustling sound.

Over a dozen colorful fashion magazines materialized out of thin air, scattering across the bed.

These were all things she had casually stored in her spatial dimension back when she first assumed the identity of Lei Li, researching how to dress like a woman.

“Spend the next few days on this one task.”

Lin Fan pointed at the pile of magazines, her tone casual. “Study them well. From now on, all my clothes will be fashioned by you on the spot.”

Since there was a walking 3D printer right beside him, going to the mall himself to rummage through racks of clothes would be beneath him.

“Yes, my lord!”

Yui’s eyes lit up as if she had received some sacred mission.

Without even caring that she was still wearing that loose kimono, she dove straight into the pile of magazines and began flipping through them frantically.

As she flipped, she would occasionally glance up at Lin Fan.

That look in her eyes was like a seasoned tailor appraising top-grade fabric.

“My lord’s current height is 162 centimeters.”

Yui muttered softly, her fingers flying across the magazine pages. “The bone structure is delicate—a typical small-frame build. Excellent waist-to-hip ratio. The legs aren’t particularly long, but the proportions are great, and the calf lines are smooth…”

Her gaze drifted upward and lingered for two seconds on Lin Fan’s chest.

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“Chest measurement… approximately 84 centimeters, B+ cup.”

Yui analyzed with extreme professionalism. “With this kind of figure, wearing those heavy gothic long dresses would actually compress your height. They have presence, sure, but they don’t show off your agility.”

“Oh?”

Lin Fan grew interested. He leaned against the cabinet and lit a cigarette. “So what do you think I should wear?”

“Pure, yet without losing that… that…”

Yui bit her lip, as if searching for the right adjective. “That lofty, aristocratic air.”

She suddenly flipped open a magazine and pointed at a page.

“This one!”

It was a JK-style outfit suited to Long Wu’s current age, but not one of those generic school-uniform styles you saw everywhere.

“My lord, this body’s skin is very fair—like milk. Black might make you look slimmer, but it’s too dull.”

Yui stood up and pressed her hands against the air.

Mental Strength began to ripple.

That familiar “Power of I-Think-So” activated.

“Transform!”

The molecules in the air began to rearrange, then reorganized themselves according to the blueprint in Yui’s mind.

A few seconds later.

A brand-new set of clothes floated in midair.

The top was a pure white lace camisole, covered by an extremely short semi-transparent sheer bolero jacket—enough to cover the arms while subtly revealing the skin beneath.

The bottoms were a pair of distressed washed-blue denim shorts with slightly frayed hems—not cheap-looking, but carrying a wild, youthful energy.

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The best part was the socks.

Not those pantyhose—but a pair of black knee-high socks, the length stopping just slightly below the knee.

This length demanded extremely high standards for leg shape.

Only someone with perfectly straight, slender calves could pull it off.

But Long Wu’s legs were clearly up to the test.

The shoes were a pair of round-toed dark brown leather shoes with a slight platform, which would elongate the calf proportions.

“This…”

Lin Fan looked at the entire outfit and the corner of his mouth twitched.

Wasn’t the style shift a bit too drastic?

Going from dark queen straight to girl-next-door?

“My lord, just try it on!”

Yui looked at him with eager anticipation. “And the hair—the hair needs to change too!”

She boldly stepped forward and gestured for Lin Fan to sit down.

Lin Fan raised an eyebrow but didn’t refuse, taking a seat at the vanity.

Yui’s fingers moved nimbly through Lin Fan’s long golden hair.

She didn’t just braid it into a simple plait like Long Yan had. Instead, she gathered the hair on both sides and tied it high into two fluffy twin tails, curling the ends into soft waves.

She had also trimmed her bangs, just enough to cover her eyebrows, revealing those golden eyes.

“There we go!”