After I became a real young master, I became famous for my bad behavior

Help change clothes!

"Eh--!"

When Scott (Stella) heard this, his eyes widened like copper bells.

"Wait, I'm still dressed as a man..."

His response was quick:

"...Is your dress difficult to change? Like those noble ladies who have to put on many layers of skirts?"

Of course Stella knew what this felt like - when Stella was 18 years old, Impes and his confidants secretly held a coming-of-age ceremony for her. It was the first time she wore a skirt in all the years she had been transmigrating into books.

How to evaluate it?

"The clothes are very pretty, but they are hard to wear..."

Ivan gave Scott a meaningful look and couldn't help joking:

"Have you ever worn a skirt?"

"What are you thinking about?!" Scott was shocked and quickly retorted.

Ivan sneered, "So what are you thinking about? I'm mainly worried that I made wrinkles when I changed my clothes, or that my accessories didn't match properly. I asked you to help me take a look.

"My clothes are in that room, please get them for me."

"Oh, okay."

Scott said nothing and left in a hurry - after being a man for so many years, he was already immune to the matter of changing clothes, so what's the harm in taking a look?

...

But Scott still overestimated his resistance.

After all, in addition to his good looks, Ivan's muscles are also a great weapon.

By the time Scott brought the shirt and vest, Ivan had already taken off his shirt. His tight muscle lines and obvious muscle texture, coupled with his fair skin and loose silver hair, were a visual feast that boosted adrenaline.

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Ivan didn't do anything to drive Scott away, and seemed to agree that Scott could stay here.

“Ahh?! Are you taking it off just like that?”

Ivan noticed something was wrong and turned to look at Scott. He noticed that Scott was blushing and looked a little embarrassed.

"Why are you standing there? And you're blushing?"

Ivan pushed the hair that had fallen into his eyes away and looked at Scott with his red jewel eyes.

Then he sneered,

"Heh. Haven't you practiced like this? It seems you are envious."

"Thank you for your sarcasm (for getting my adrenaline back to normal)..." Scott stared at Ivan helplessly.

"Here, your clothes." Scott handed the clothes to Ivan with a cold face.

Ivan quickly changed in front of the mirror.

"And then my pants."

"for you."

"Inner belt."

"Black or white?"

"Black...no one's watching it anyway!"

Under the double attack of sarcasm and muscle killing, Scott tried to convince himself to just complete the assistant's work:

"These are all jobs. I've become immune to them after seeing them so many times!"

...

While Scott was helping Ivan change his clothes, he followed Ivan's instructions and went to the jewelry counter to get the jewelry.

He bent down slightly and slowly opened the jewelry drawer...

He looked at the various accessories that came into view, none of which were repeated, and fell into deep thought.

"Oh my god, Ivan has more jewelry than the girls, right?"

Then he thought about his own jewelry, which was "a handful" compared to Ivan's.

Stella is ashamed of herself...

Ivan turned his head to look at Scott and continued:

"I made all of this myself, and it didn't cost much."

After hearing this, Scott couldn't hold back any longer:

"You made it yourself. You are really skillful..."

Scott (Stella) roared helplessly in his heart:

"This guy! This supporting character that appeared in my novel... He is prettier than girls, and his legs are thinner than girls', but forget about that!

But he is better at dressing and accessories than girls. Whoever wants to be a girl can be one, right? ! ”

"No wonder you said, 'Let me give you some matching advice.'" Scott muttered with a wry smile.

Ivan interrupted Scott's mood:

"I won't change my earrings today. You see, they are useless."

"The plate of earrings you picked up is still half-finished. I haven't cast any magic on it yet!"

"Oh."

Scott went back in disgrace.

When Ivan puts on his coat, he has to secure the rope behind him - if Scott is not there, the system (reader end) will help tie the rope.

"Help me buckle it, behind me, behind me." Ivan motioned Scott to pay attention to the rope.

"it is good."

Scott quickly stepped forward and picked up the two ends, tying them carefully.

While tying the rope, Scott's hand accidentally touched Ivan's back muscle!

"Oh my! You've trained just right. You're the type who looks thin when dressed and muscular when undressed (just like me)~"

Just by touching it, Scott knew that this body was built for strength, not bodybuilding. His intuition was already guessing how long Ivan had been working out:

"I've been training these muscles for at least five years..."

Ivan felt Scott's hand touching his back, and he turned his head to see:

"Hmm? Where are your hands?"

Scott blurted out: "Report Yisi, I am used to touching other people's muscles to judge muscle strength. This is also the way the Knights judge the knights' explosive power."

Ivan buttoned up his coat and asked:

"Huh? So how long do you think I've been practicing?"

Scott smiled and gave his opinion: "Haha. Five years at least, but I'm not sure - after all, I touched it through clothes, so I might have underestimated it~"

Ivan grunted twice.

"In fact, it only took a year. This is all thanks to my Dark Moon bloodline!"

After a busy period, Scott's eyes lit up: it turned out that Ivan was wearing the autumn version of the Magic Tower uniform, and the black windbreaker was just right for Ivan's height.

Ivan changed his hairstyle and tied his hair into a high ponytail.

"She looks like a crazy beauty dressed like this..." Scott thought to himself.

......

Ivan sat on the couch and Scott stood behind Ivan.

They were waiting for the carriage to come and pick them up.

But Scott's hands did not stop to touch:

"Well, to be honest, you've practiced really well. If I had known I would have touched you twice when you were naked, so I could have calculated more accurately!"

"It's a pity that my hormones controlled me to stay away from you at that time. What a pity!"

Ivan sat on the sofa and flipped through some documents. He hummed twice:

"You didn't seize the opportunity - don't expect me to take off my clothes again, there's not enough time!"

"Tsk, who cares?"

Scott was unhappy to hear this and he tactfully let go of his hand.

By the time they were out the door, Scott had changed his clothes as well.

Open the door and walk out of the house.

A gust of wind blew, and Scott felt a little cold.

“Hmm…it’s already late autumn.

I’ve been here for almost three months.”

Ivan walked in front, describing to Scott nonstop:

"We have to work overtime... This time we are going to the most remote building in the Magic Tower. It takes half an hour to go there and back. This is your first time to receive an outing mission. You just need to be responsible for watching."

"Out on a mission, uh..."

Scott raised his hand to look at the fabric of his clothes. It was the type that was light, warm, and easy to move in.

He tilted his head and scratched it, muttering:

"Why do I have a feeling...we are going to kill someone?"

"yes,"

Ivan glanced at Scott.

"We are going to execute the traitor. It is indeed the predictive power of the Twelve Star Knights."

Scott was stunned.