Chapter 466: The Pure White Bride

Chapter 466: The Pure White Bride

He thought trying on clothes just meant looking at wedding dresses.

Himekoji planned to stand aside and watch. But then, another Receptionist led him away instead.

“Huh? M-Me too?”

Himekoji panicked instantly.

Why him? This was embarrassing! He wasn’t ready at all!

“Of course.”

The Receptionist measured his shoulders and waist without listening.

“Not bad at all! You’ll look sharp in formal wear.”

She even gave him a casual compliment mid-way.

So Himekoji stood awkwardly in front of the mirror. He let the Receptionist and stylist fuss over him.

Buttoning a clumsy red tie knot. Styling his hair as adults do. Putting on a handsome suit…

Even the scar on his face shone like jade under bright lights. It looked less scary now. On his naturally handsome face, it gave a strong, heroic vibe.

One saying really nails it:

If high heels are a woman’s weapon , then suits are armor a man must wear to conquer the world.

The moment a boy wears a suit, he sheds childishness and recklessness. His aura and posture become mature, elegant, and gentlemanly.

If he claimed to be a pervert dressed like this? Nobody would believe him.

Unless—

“Mr. Himekoji, may I ask… what is this?”

The Receptionist held a thin cloth-like item with a frown.

“Huh? That?”

Seeing it shocked him. But over a year on the job taught him how to handle surprises. He stayed calm.

“I don’t know? It’s not mine, is it?”

That was his reply.

It truly wasn’t his!

It belonged to Lady of the Wicked Lord’s Eye…

Her underwear from yesterday.

Don’t misunderstand!

Himekoji did NOT keep Lady of the Wicked Lord’s Eye’s underwear in his pocket for pervy desires or weird kinks.

Hard to believe? He did it only to help her!

Only to help Lady of the Wicked Lord’s Eye!

To gather energy! To defeat the Brave!

Yesterday’s quest failed because scents mixed, right?

But that quest could be accepted again after failing.

Meaning—though Lady of the Wicked Lord’s Eye’s bra pads and bra couldn’t be reused due to mixed scents, her underwear still could!

Himekoji meant to hide it. He’d “use” it at the right time… to exchange for energy points. “Use”—not “enjoy”!

Who knew fate would make it fall out during a fitting?

So dang awkward!

“It’s not yours? But… it fell from the pocket of your own clothes.”

True—but couldn’t she pretend not to see?!

Himekoji burned with shame. Stuck for words, he stiffly fixed his collar before the mirror. Acting like he hadn’t heard.

Luckily, an older stylist lady helped.

“Ah… I actually dropped this.”

Taking the blame kindly, she slipped the underwear back into his pocket without the Receptionist noticing.

She really was a good person!

Himekoji shot her a grateful look.

And she smiled warmly back.

…

Trying on dresses is way tougher than suits.

By the time Himekoji stood ready on the red carpet, Lady of the Wicked Lord’s Eye wasn’t even halfway done.

Despite the Receptionist saying “Just a moment” or “Almost there,” Himekoji grew restless.

Anticipation tangled with nerves. Faint embarrassment and fear too. He just couldn’t sit still.

Time crept by in this state.

“Pfft!”

Finally, the watching Receptionist stifled a giggle.

Himekoji’s face flushed bright red.

“D-Did I seem too… eager?”

“Oh no, not at all!” she said. “All grooms act like this, Mr. Himekoji. It would be odd if you weren’t nervous.”

“Grooms?”

His cheeks reddened deeper.

“No, no! It’s just a fitting!”

The Receptionist ignored him politely.

“Mr. Himekoji, you deeply care about Lady Touka, right?”

“Huh? Lady Touka? N-No…”

How could he answer?

The one in the dress wasn’t Lady Touka…

“Pfft! Your shy face is so cute, Mr. Himekoji~~”

No, not shy!

Truly not!

Himekoji felt they weren’t on the same page.

“Lady Touka must be very fortunate.”

The Receptionist added this later.

“F-Fortunate?”

“Yes. I can sense it.”

Himekoji paused, speechless.

But she kept chatting easily.

She smiled at him and said—

“A woman’s intuition.”

“……”

Himekoji went blank.

Really?

Did Lady of the Wicked Lord’s Eye feel lucky… because of him?

Lucky…

Could someone like him—just a pervert—achieve that?

No. He had no answers.

And no confidence…

…

“She’s here!”

The Receptionist’s voice snapped him from his trance.

But seeing Lady of the Wicked Lord’s Eye stunned him again.

His jaw dropped. He gaped speechless.

For at the end of the carpet stood a pure white bride.

Lady of the Wicked Lord’s Eye lifted her dress hem. Step by step, she approached a still-silent Himekoji.

She held a tiny bouquet. Blush warmed her cheeks.

Today, she hadn’t let him mess her hair—just to keep it perfect for this moment.

To stand before the one she loved most. Dressed in the most beautiful gown, with her happiest smile.

This instant… overflowed with joy.

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