Chapter 1240 – #290_Proposal
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1.
When discussing the pinnacle of luxury boutique resorts, one cannot exclude ‘Azure Cove,’ an affiliate of the Periwinkle Hotel.
This brand, meaning ‘blue bay,’ is situated only in locations with beautiful coastlines and open seas, and unlike the typical image of a resort, it operates with fewer than 10 rooms per location.
Azure Cove’s management philosophy is customer satisfaction and personalized private service through the extreme of hospitality.
Through this, even if they squeeze every last drop out of a small number of customers, they make them think, ‘Wow, I really had a great vacation.’
Each room is provided with three butlers, two exclusive chefs, one concierge, and a personal driver, offering perfect service.
This isn’t just service in name only; it’s at a level where they fulfill any unreasonable request from the customer. For example, if a customer suddenly wants a chocolate cake only sold at the ‘New York XX’ store, they will fly there to get it (of course, the cost is borne by the customer).
Thus, Azure Cove, which operates 13 branches worldwide, targeting the vanity and extravagance of the wealthy, has a top location.
That is the Cocoa Island branch in the Maldives.
A coral island where the clear, transparent sea stretches out, blurring the boundary with the sky.
Overwater villas floating on the turquoise sea with fatally beautiful weather.
A photo of a beauty lying elongated in a swimsuit on a sunbed, which gets warm under the sun, was sent to Periwinkle.
[For Cybele. A Maldives toast. Send my thanks to your boyfriend too. From Psyche.]
A photo of ‘Aries’ Witch’ Psyche Teagarden, wearing sunglasses, raising a glass, and smiling.
“Wow, she looks like she’s living the good life.”
Cybele chuckled and typed a reply.
Psyche has been a spy for Gehenna for a long time.
Without seeking honor or anything else, she has silently dedicated herself to Gehenna for a long time, bearing the stigma of a public enemy.
Now that the war is over and Hexennacht, which was formed by all the bad public enemies around the world, has collapsed, she is free from her long bondage.
Now, she is enjoying the good life at a resort run by Periwinkle.
After sending a casual reply telling her to have a good time, she put down her phone.
Given her laid-back personality, she will probably check the reply much later.
“Duke, are you ready?”
“J-Just wait a little longer.”
This is Duke Tiferet’s residence. Cybele came to visit with Sharon.
While other witches have become terribly busy after the war, these three are generally free.
In Cybele’s case, she was never in a position of importance in Gehenna, and in the present world, the scary executives of the Tiger Chairman are taking care of everything.
Sharon has had her workload reduced since Duke Erelim was appointed as her exclusive secretary, and since there are so many elemental witches, the burden on her as the head of the Department of Elemental Studies has also lessened.
Lastly, Eloa is on vacation as usual to pay the price for the fierce battle with the ‘Green Witch.’
The three, who have some free time, are fostering their friendship.
So, what is the topic of today’s friendship?
It’s none other than dressing up Duke Tiferet.
“I’m almost done. I’ll be out now…”
Eloa’s style always emphasizes comfort and practicality.
Her trademark is a ponytail tied up haphazardly, loose training clothes, and a windbreaker.
It wasn’t always like this; it’s a style that became ingrained in her as she traveled through the wilderness and rough terrain to hunt homunculi and public enemies.
Still, recently, flowing dresses and pajamas have been added to her options, but…
Periwinkle cannot tolerate wasting that adorable beauty.
-Creak
The door to the dressing room opened, and Eloa walked out with a thump-thump.
“Isn’t this kind of clothing too strange? I don’t really know…”
“Kyaaa! Duke! You look so pretty!”
“Oh my.”
Sharon’s eyes sparkled as she gave a thumbs up, and Cybele also let out a short exclamation.
Eloa shrank back, even more embarrassed by the reaction.
Cybele’s personally chosen outfit for her was simple.
It was a workout look that was a compromise between Eloa’s desire for casualness and comfort and Cybele’s fashion sense.
Light pink leggings and a white off-shoulder crop top.
The tight feel below and the slightly loose volume above make the lower body look even thinner and longer.
“Cybele, I appreciate you choosing the clothes, but… isn’t it too tight?”
Eloa has worn bunny girl and reverse bunny girl outfits for Siwoo, but that was courage she could muster because of the night and the ‘on the bed’ area buff.
This is an outfit chosen as everyday wear.
The bottom is so tight that if she’s not careful, not only her figure but also the outline of that area will be revealed…
Even if she wants to cover it with her top, it’s a crop top that doesn’t even cover her slightly exposed navel…
It’s a cheeky and explicit outfit, and the color is unnecessarily flashy, making it too embarrassing to even look in the mirror!
“No, no, Duke. It looks great on you?”
“Hey, Duke, everyone wears that when they work out these days.”
“…Is that so?”
“Do you want to see? I have a picture of me wearing it too.”
Although she knows that Sharon is not the type to do such a thing, she feels a bit embarrassed as if she’s being teased.
Eloa has recently had a change of heart, so she doesn’t want to just take it off and go back to her original clothes because she doesn’t like the embarrassment.
It’s not a big change.
It’s just that she had the thought, ‘I want to look a little prettier to Siwoo.’
It’s the same reason why she’s been carefully applying gel to her nails these days, a woman’s heart that wants to be loved by the man she loves, which Eloa realized later than love itself.
Looking back, everyone is very interested in fashion and makeup.
Not to mention Sharon, who has been subtly dressing up well since she had some extra money, and Cybele, who always dresses up as if she’s a year-end awards ceremony actress.
Even Amelia, who doesn’t seem to be interested in these things, changes her perfume according to the weather and temperature of the day and has dresses made at Flora’s dress shop.
Still, she was so surprised to learn that Linne, whom she thought was similar to her, spends more than 30 minutes a day just putting on traditional clothes and decorating her hair.
Among his lovers, only Eloa had been dressing up ‘roughly,’ ‘grabbing whatever,’ and ‘anyhow.’
But now, it’s a bit embarrassing to dress up in something flashy.
It feels like she’s trying to force herself to wear clothes that don’t fit her.
So, she tried to dress up as much as possible without looking like she was trying too hard, so that Siwoo would say, ‘You look especially pretty today!’
But this is a bit… too much?
It seems like an outfit that is openly trying to appeal to her sexual charm.
That expression is all over Eloa’s face.
“I think my old clothes are more natural.”
Sharon knows.
Duke Eloa is particularly insecure about her appearance.
When she’s drunk, doesn’t she say every day, ‘I hate my flashy pink hair… I’m worried about my seductive eyes…’?
She’s so cute that it makes a woman jealous.
“No, no, no. It’s a hundred, a thousand times better than your old clothes. Let’s throw away those training clothes and windbreakers now! Ah! And the plain white t-shirts too!”
“Is there a need to throw them away…? I’ve only worn them for five years.”
“I knew it, but Duke, your butt is really firm? Sharon, do you want to touch it?”
“What?! Where are you touching!”
Eloa jumped up, startled like a rabbit that had been poked in the butt.
“Oh.”
Cybele, who discovered a new side of the dignified Duke Tiferet, started her mischief.
Isn’t this a very precious sight?
“No, Duke. This is an important issue. After all, one of the aesthetic features of leggings is that they complement the lower body silhouette, right? If Siwoo walks next to you in this outfit, wouldn’t he naturally reach for your butt? So, you have to touch it, not just look at it.”
“Are you… are you saying that you’re going to keep touching it?”
“Will Siwoo just touch it once and stop? You have to keep touching it to know.”
“Ah!”
While Eloa’s hands were helplessly circling in the air, Cybele was freely kneading her 2.8 trillion won worth of apple hips.
“Periwinkle, I think the Duke is going to cry.”
“Oops, I was just kidding. Actually, you can’t just wear leggings as everyday wear… I’ll have to recommend some more comfortable and pretty clothes, right?”
“Wasn’t one type enough?”
“What are you talking about? You can never have too many outfits. Shall we choose them all afternoon?”
Eloa, who was already feeling tired despite having asked first, and Cybele, who seemed excited.
It was at that moment, as they were about to continue dressing up the Duke.
“Emergency! It’s an emergency!”
R’lyeh appeared with a booming voice that sounded like she had swallowed a ship’s horn.
The three of them thought, ‘Ah, we’re not going to be able to choose clothes,’ and smiled bitterly.
“Did I not say it was an emergency! Why don’t you even ask what’s going on?”
“I heard you. What’s the matter that you’re coming so urgently?”
“Hmph, I brought valuable information for the green-haired one who is relatively obedient and listens well! And yet, this lukewarm reaction! It’s not satisfactory!”
“Okay, okay. So, what’s the matter, R’lyeh?”
Everyone secretly thought that it probably wasn’t a big deal, even though she was saying that.
Even Cybele, who had recently joined, had already figured out R’lyeh’s clumsy nature.
“There will be an important meeting today, so be sure to attend.”
“Is it that lovers’ meeting? Isn’t there still some time before the regular meeting?”
And for the first time in a long time, R’lyeh overturned expectations.
“Listen well. The topic is the wedding.”
Wed? Ding?
Those letters floated one by one above the three’s heads.
And at the same time, they looked at each other’s faces with the same expression.
