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Just three days before Halloween, a legendary rank adventurer had set out to defeat a villain that was threatening to unleash a horde of undead onto their town had suddenly gone missing after their presumed victory. And the name of this hero was Valor, a bubbly and talented pink cat with the strangely powerful ability that allowed them to bring into reality whatever she drew. For a limited time, she could mimic the most powerful equipment in the world by simply making an illustration of it, willing it into existence with their unique gift.

And using this power, at the ripe age of twenty, Valor managed to become a famous legendary rank adventurer, when legendary ranked adventurers were usually middle-aged and hardened veterans, or supernatural humans or beasts with extraordinary talent like Valor. She was also a celebrity thanks to her power being that of the ways of illustration, becoming a popular artist in her hometown, as well as all around The Central Continent.

So with her legendary status, Valor’s head was high above the clouds, and even though it was, she could back up her ambitions with her powers. But as Valor’s success became more and more renowned, her infamy among the evil of the world also began to be known, specifically attracting the attention of a necromancer named Rezo, a scaly, red and black dragon who was planning to cause havoc on many towns of The Central Continent via raising the dead to attack on Halloween night where everyone would have their guard down to enjoy the festivities.

“No… you… you won’t get away with this…”

“Ohoho… Oh, Valor… how unfortunate that you have fallen! Even with your great ability, your inexperience is no match for such a seasoned necromancer like me!”

“I’ll beat you… just give me another try…”

“Now that you know what I’m capable of? Oh, please! You only live once, and you’ve wasted your only shot at life trying to defeat me!”

In a dark and dilapidated dungeon of Rezo’s hideout, Valor had been outsmarted by the necromancer and managed to defeat the legendary rank hero due to their inexperience with fighting someone of higher caliber. Valor had everything a celebrity had; a personal castle, servants, money, fans and ever personal trainers, but none of these would be of use if she didn’t know how to fight like a real adventurer with several years of experience. And so, with her having been stripped naked and tied to a wooden table, Valor thought it’d be the end for her as Rezo presented a shiny red knife to her with the menacing sheen of bloody rubies.

“You will gut such a beautiful girl like me? You really are evil…”

“Heh, you think I’ll kill you? No, mam. I’ll be doing something much worse. But before I let you go, have you heard of the prominent ninja clan towards the East Continent?”

“What? Why are you asking me about that? Just get to it already!”

“Calm down, calm down! Let’s have a little chat first! But anyways, there’s a rumor that this clan had these monstrous abominations of female beasts being hollow and filled with tentacles which they would use to capture males to power themselves with their fluids. But these creatures were said to have their self intact and only go in a lustful trance every few months. It is also said that they have been made by being pierced by a small jade knife, similar to what I am holding right now.”

“And? So what if I know about this odd fact? The Eastern Ninja Clan are great people!”

“Sigh… you’re so simple, Miss Valor. But since ignorance is bliss, it’d be better if I do not explain further. Anyways, goodbye!”

“Gah!”

And as soon as their conversation ended, Rezo would immediately stab Valor in the abdomen. The knife that Rezo had stabbed Valor with was a special artifact capable of turning females into beast skins, hollowing their body and filling them with tentacles which they could use to capture males. These males would then be bound by the beast skin and have their essence extracted to keep the female beast skins to sanity so that they would not go crazy with lust.

But the knife that Rezo had used to stab Valor was a knife different to the one used by the ninja clan to make female beast skins, as this knife had a red blade, while the ninja clan’s knife had a green blade. This meant that the blade obviously had a different effect, which immediately took place when Rezo suddenly glided the knife across Valor’s entire chest, seemingly make an incision to expose her organs.

“Huff… huff… there’s no pain… but I feel… so winded…”

“This will be the last you’ll ever enjoy this form, Miss Valor! Muwahahaha!!!”

The cut made on Valor’s body did not flow blood, and when Valor moved her head to try and look at the wound, she’d notice she was only looking at a gaping black hole on her chest. But once she had taken a look at her empty wound, Valor suddenly felt light-headed, quickly passing out, with the last thoughts she had being the worry that her butler must be experiencing right now.

“Hmmm… this is only the first time I’ve seen this in action, but I must say it’s quite intriguing!”

As Rezo stood back with a victorious smile, he’d watch Valor’s body slowly switch from flesh and organ filled cat into a hollow beast skin, similar to a cosplay fursuit. Valor’s arms and legs would quickly deflate, freeing themselves from their shackles, while Valor’s head stayed would separate to become an oddly realistic head of the hero with seemingly perfect imitation of her eyes wide open, which had been replaced with glass and also had a permanently happy expression on her face.

Her chest was next to deflate, with the hero’s plump breasts keeping their shape and softness, which Rezo eagerly felt. And once Valor’s transformation into a beast suit was over, Rezo would excitedly take the fallen hero’s body from the table to then sew a zipper on its back, intending to dispose of Valor by simply selling her as a Halloween costume to the very same time he was going to destroy.

“You’d make a fine gift to your own people, Miss Valor. But it’s a shame that you’d be unable to seek help in this embarrassing form of yours! Goons! Retrieve Miss Valor’s armor and equipment and sell her off to her town! And afterwards, prepare for our invasion!”

The young legendary hero and artist known as Valor had now been reduced to nothing more than a Halloween costume, intended to be sold off as a more distasteful send off instead of direct murder. And all that time, Valor was actually still fully conscious, and had heard all of Rezo’s taunts before she was stuffed in a crate with her armor and fighting sketchpad to be sold as a costume. However, something had tampered with her way of thinking, turning the usually kind and energetic hero into a lustful monster that was waiting to be released.

“Hello, sir, how much is this costume?”

“Ah… this? It arrived at my doorstep early in the morning. It must have been a late shipment, but I don’t remember ordering such a costume, so I do not know its price. The armor and equipment seems to be meant for actual adventuring, so if you’d like to have the full set, it’d cost you about ten gold coins.”

“Ten gold?! That’s insane!”

“That’s not even the final cost! There are others fighting for this costume, so if you’d really want it, you’d need to pay more than ten gold coins.

It is now the next day and two days before October 31st, and Valor had been successfully taken in by a blacksmith of her town who was selling Halloween costumes for both young and old, beast and humans. And with the spooky occasion nearing by the day, many citizens were getting ready for the scary event, with kids dressing up as adventurers and monsters while some real adventurers opt to simply wear their normal equipment with a bit of flair like fake blood or scary trinkets.

The blacksmith was selling all kinds of costumes, including a cute replica of the hero of their town, which many, many citizens were fighting tooth and nail to buy. And one of these was an eighteen-year-old white and blue wolf named Milk, who is a very, very big fan of the artist hero. So when he heard the news that there was basically an auction happening for a costume of his idol, he’d quickly head to his town’s bank to empty his account, just so he could buy the pink heroic cat suit.

“Oh man… when’s the auction happening-”

“Going once… going twice…”

“Ah! Fifty gold here, please!”

“Hey! Over there, over there! To that young wolf over there! Did I hear fifty gold?”

“Crap! Did I over bid?!”

“Fifty gold, fifty gold! Anyone looking to beat that bid?”

“Come on, come on, someone, please out bid me! If I pay for this, then I won’t be able to pay for my rent!”

“Going once…”

“Shit!”

“Going twice…”

“Fuck!!!”

“Sold!”

So, after quickly retrieving all his money, Milk would make his way in front of the blacksmith shop where the auction for the pink beast suit was being held. But since he was in such a rush and panic, Milk offered too much money for the suit when the top bid before he got there was only thirty-nine gold, so he ended up paying too much for the suit, but he was still able to win it, much to the dismay of possibility being unable to afford rent for the month. But now that he had won the suit, Milk would excitedly come backstage of the auction to retrieve his prize.

“Woah! It looks just like the real person! But… quite eerily so… Luckily, this replica is actually quite faithful to the real person, so my snout should fit for this cat head!”

Although still sorrowful about the insane waste of money of bidding for the cat suit, Milk would excitedly return to his home to begin trying the suit out. Milk already had previous knowledge of such costumes being made, like those made for humans and beasts alike. It is quite odd that Milk would want to dress up as his idolized female hero, but with the full suit on and armor to hide his bottom, nobody would suspect a thing at the upcoming Halloween party.

So, after cleaning his small apartment, Milk began unboxing his costume, first taking out the armor and sketchpad before moving onto the suit and head. And when Milk took out the armor, he was immediately intrigued by how similar it was to the real Valor's armor, as well as the sketchpad and pencil that came with it. The armor also had female proportions, but luckily for Milk, he would be able to wear it on top of the suit due to him being just a couple inches shorter than the real Valor, as the real Valor was generously 5'10 for a female, while Milk was only 5'8.

"This costume set is actually quite realistic. I kinda want to wear it now… and have some alone time, hehe…"

After setting aside the realistic armor and identical sketchpad weapon of his costume, Milk would then move on to the cat suit, first laying it on his bed while he got to work stripping to his underwear. Milk knew about the problems of fursuits, or full body armor in general, being quite hot when worn. But luckily for Milk, he was adept in ice magic, allowing him to keep cool to wear the cat suit indefinitely without the risk of overheating.

So, once down to his underwear, Milk would flip the suit around, showing the zipped at the back, which he excitedly opened. Milk's mind was already racing with all the wild fantasies he could enact while dressing up as his favorite hero, especially his lewd fantasies about being a female cat instead of a male wolf. And Milk's breathing couldn't even help but speed up once he finally put his foot into the suit, with his bare feet being tickled by the soft lining of the suit.

Milk would carefully insert his limbs one by one, slowly relishing how the soft suit teased his body, as well as arousing Milk from the occasional stimulation of the soft lining. The legs and bottom half of the body were first to insert into the suit, with Milk's excited bulge being visible from the outside. After the legs, Milk would insert his arms next. The tail also needed to be placed into the suit to make sure that it wouldn't look awkward to have two tails, so Milk slid his tail between his crotch to hide it.

"My… it feels so good…"

Milk was quickly entranced with the suit once he had finally worn the entire thing, with the only thing left to do was to zip up the back and wear the cat head. But when Milk reached to his back to zip the zipper, he noticed that when he held onto it to pull it up, the zipper seemed to have slowly closed itself as if it had a life of its own. However, Milk was so excited to finally put the suit on that he didn’t even realize the anomaly and immediately reached for the headpiece next.

“Woah… it’s getting warm already… I guess it’s time for the cold cooling.”

The next step was to put on the cat head, but just as Milk was about to do so, he noticed himself heating up faster than he had anticipated. To combat the sweating, Milk would start to emanate a subtle chill around his body, using his ice magic to keep himself cool. It would also keep Milk fresh for longer when he’d inevitably roam around the city square on Halloween night. But when Milk finally cast his cooling spell, he realized the warmth was not coming from himself, but from the suit itself.

“Wh- what’s happening? It’s getting warm! So warm! Is this suit magic?!”

In mere moments, Milk would find his cooling magic overpowered by a strange force, along with the feeling of wetness enveloping his furry body. But it was not sweat coming from the warming of the suit, but slowly and seamlessly, pink goo began to ooze from the soft lining of the suit.

“Get this off of me! Was there a slime hiding inside?!”

Starting to panic from the heating sensation, Milk quickly reached for the zipper on his back, but just as he touched the pull tab, the entire zipper fell off with a quiet clink.

“Gah! It- it fell off!”

Seeing the zipper fall off, Milk tried to tear away at the suit to free himself instead, only to realize his hands were, of course, dulled by the cat paws that had replaced his wolf claws. Thinking quickly, Milk would make a dagger of ice to try and free himself from the strange suit, but all of a sudden, the suit suddenly poured out goo from every part of the suit, completely staining and enveloping Milk in the warm pink goo.

"Ahh! What's happening?!"

Panic simply intensified when Milk felt his entire body get wet form the goo, with the panic only getting worse when Milk felt like two tendrils suddenly latched onto the waistband of his underwear and slowly began to pull down.

"Hey! What's happening down there!"

Sensing the stripping of his underwear, Milk pinched his legs together and held his waist to keep his underwear from being pulled down. But Milk's body became too slippery from the goo, and his underwear was pulled downwards before it was seemingly torn apart, as there was nowhere for it to go. Milk's erection would then pop out, becoming more prominent on the outside now that it was on full display and had more room to erect.

"This feels really weird! I need help!!!"

Thankfully, even from the strange arousal as his crotch and entire body became wet and aroused from the goo, Milk still had resistance in his mind, quickly jabbing at his own torso with the ice dagger in his hand. But as soon as Milk did so, the blade in his hand was simply pushed back. And when Milk tried to cut into the suit, the suit seemed to have been angered by the attempt, because when Milk tried to cut the suit again, he felt his erection be rapidly enveloped in thicker glue which also began to squirm and stroke.

"Ouh~ what's happening…"

Milk would then fall onto his bed from the surprise stroke, and when he did so, he somehow landed perfectly onto the cat head on his bed, which was now fully animate and had hungry and lustful eyes to have a host of its own. And when Milk fell onto the cat head, it would suddenly flip up at the perfect angle for Milk to insert his head in, while the cat head oozed goo to embed and secure itself onto Milk's head.

"Get it off of me!!!"

The panicking wolf would immediately get to work trying to remove the cat head that they had accidentally worn, but the entrance point would tighten softly along with some bits of goo before connecting onto the main body so that no amount of tugging could separate the now reunited pieces together. The warm glue would then continue to fill the suit, eventually enveloping and weighing on Milk’s body as if he was wearing a suit of water.

But now that the suit was filled head to toe with the strange goo, the goo began to squirm wildly as it enveloped Milk’s body, first condensing around his crotch and erection and secondly around his chest. Milk’s sense of sight had also been eliminated once the head piece was filled with goo, and all he could do was hyperventilate in a panic as he felt the goo squirm all around his body.

The first place that the goo sprawled to was the crotch, like earlier, wrapping around Milk’s dick, which began a caress. Milk obviously felt violated that this weird cat suit had begun to stroke at his private area, so he reached his stuffed hands to stop it, but all he did was please himself further, weakening as the strange goo masturbated him. But that wouldn’t be the only place where the goo got naughty, because behind Milk’s back, the goo began to creep into Milk’s ass, intending to invade and penetrate it.

The goo would first condense a small column of goo the size of a pinched hand before suddenly jamming straight into Milk’s rectum and causing the poor wolf to yelp a soft moan. Milk’s mouth had been covered by goo at that point, which would lead him to suffocate if it weren’t for the fact that the suit was oddly kind enough to provide him with breathing holes. But now with a thick column of goo in his rectum, Milk felt even more aroused than when the goo started playing with his cock.

“Someone… help…”

Yet even after all this pleasurable advances from the goo that enveloped him, escape was still on Milk’s mind. However, that would soon change when the suit and goo began to constrict around Milk, quickly highlighting his form through the beast suit, the most prominent being Milk’s erection that had made a sizable indention as it was unfortunately crushed and made to point and stick to his abdomen.

And as the goo stroked and penetrated to induce an orgasm upon the poor wolf, the goo also started to invaded through Milk’s mouth. The goo also had another strange property aside from being sentient, and that was a soothing and aphrodisiac effect to lull Milk into submission. Milk would try denying entry to the goo at first, but when it detected his disobedience, the column of goo in his back hole grew and thrust so hard that he’d involuntarily gasp, eventually letting the goo in.

The goo would quickly fill Milk’s body, bloating his stomach in an instant it was let inside, allowing a transformative effect to take place. So while the slow transformation of the suit got under way, the beast skin would kill time by toying with Milk’s body like it was currently doing, but this time in a rougher fashion. Because as Milk laid writhing on his bed as the tight cat skin shrank even further, the goo stroking and penetrating him would never cease, easily building up his orgasm.

And from the two points of pleasure, Milk would quickly feel his vas deferens flow with his lovely reproductive fluids, eager to come out, even if it’d make him ejaculate on his chest. The way that the goo stroked Milk was not negligible too, as it seemingly knew the best part to tease and touch, prominently squirming around the glans while the sticky and slipperiness of the goo allowed for easy stroking on the shaft. The rectum was also treated with much care as the wolf’s meat stick, being penetrated with a now imitation of Milk’s own cock which specifically pounded at his prostate.

After only five minutes of these two points being played with, Milk was both scared and eager to finally cum, so you’d only have to imagine what happens when the entire body was messed with. So, as Milk felt his building essence reach into his urethra for a release, he’d try to hold it in by inching his limp arm against his crotch, but simply touching the goo-covered penis made him shoot in an instant.

And when Milk finally came, the goo was quick to suck the wolf dry, hungrily stroking at Milk’s shaft to wring out whatever was left in his urethra. A generous amount of seed would be shot out from Milk, and with it being infused with a beast’s magic energy, the cat suit was eager to take it into itself, seemingly growing in power when Milk felt his mind numb and become clueless all of a sudden. A few more minutes would pass before the goo completely dried Milk out of his essence, that even inducing prostate orgasms only made Milk’s urethra open to shoot nothing.

So, seeing that its prey was finally exhausted, the suit began to animate. The lifeless cat tail behind Milk was the first to spring to life, suddenly shooting up with a playful twirl. The next was the head itself, and with Milk blinded and controlled inside while having confusing thoughts of reproduction from the goo in his stomach, the cat suit was easily able to take over Milk’s mouth, breathing and sticking its tongue out to show Milk’s wolf-like mouth having been covered in goo and restructured to become a cat’s.

For the final change of the takeover, Milk’s erection would finally be free to pop out as a slit on his crotch suddenly opened. And as soon as it straightened out, Milk’s meat stick would be seen continuously oozing cum from the aphrodisiac he was being fed, which the cat suit then curiously held and touched. The cat suit first tests the waters first, gently wrapping its paws around the wolf meat stick to play with it.

The cat suit felt surprised at first when its warm paws touched the sensitive meat stick, but once it realized that rubbing on it felt amazing, it began a vigorous stroke which immediately caused Milk to orgasm. Milk’s orgasm was also shared to the cat suit, with the cat suit giving a toothy grin as it relished the feeling of masturbation. But the cat suit was not satisfied with having one orgasm, and before Milk even had the time to recover from the numbing pleasure, the intense stroking would return, followed with the cat suit using its left side to knead its breasts.

The cat suit was actually naked and had the nude features of a female beast before it even became animate, and the armor simply covered it up in public. And now that the cat suit was alive, it connected senses with Milk’s nipples, so when it twisted and twirled against the pink cherries of the plump breasts, Milk turned wildly inside the suit to stop the stimulation, which was of course all in vain when he’d be paralyzed from the constant ejaculations and prostate driven orgasms.

“Oouuh~ ❤️ Is… is this the end… but… I think… this is a good end…”

After a solid hour of the cat suit playing with its breasts and masturbating, with the pleasure being sent straight to his brain, Milk felt himself melt into unconsciousness, letting go of his desire to resist and simply give up and allowed himself to be tortured with pleasure for all eternity. And he did exactly that, completely softening his body, with the only thing he’d do was twitch his cock for it to keep shooting endlessly. The cat suit even seemed to praise Milk for giving up, as once it realized Milk’s thoughts of submission, it would hug itself with much glee.

But now that Milk had completely given up on escaping and embraced his fate as a host of a beast skin, the cat suit would render Milk completely unconscious as it lazily got up from the bed while groping itself to reach for its armor to wear, completely ignoring underwear as well, especially seeing how female panties wouldn’t be able to accommodate a male meat stick. And so the cat suit, after getting a taste of the many cum stains on Milk’s bed, would begin wearing its armor to head to the outside world as a new cat, reborn with a new partner inside of it which was content on being a brainless tool that only knew how to open its urethra to shoot and enjoy orgasms.

“Mmm~ It feels wonderful to have a partner in me… Now, I just have to take my sketchpad and have revenge against Rezo… Wait… partner in me? And my sketchpad? Hold on! I’m- I’m conscious again! I don’t feel horny anymore! But wait… The white wolf! Is he- is he alright inside of me?!”

Having swallowed a male, Valor, whose thoughts after being stabbed by the beast skin knife were only about capturing a host to enjoy their body, would suddenly return to normality, quickly groping their body to see what had happened to them after being turned into a suit.

“I feel… normal for the most part… Wait! What is this?! A– a male penis?!"

The first thing that Valor would realize after normalizing was the fact that instead of having a female vagina going onto her crotch, she had Milk's wolf meat stick, which she was still unconsciously stroking.

"Damn… so good… But! This isn't mine! What am I doing?!"

Embarrassed by the fact that Valor enjoyed masturbation with the male penis, she'd quickly let go of the meat stick to cover herself with some proper clothes.

"Am I wearing my armor… without underwear?!"

And although Valor was already dressed with her armor, which was really just small plates around her body to be more agile and flexible as she fought, her previously lust filled brain did not consider wearing any underwear. So, after finding the small pieces of clothing that came with her when she was auctioned off, Valor would cautiously exit Milk's apartment as she tried her best to hide her face as she made her way towards her home mansion.

"Ahh… Why won't my dick go down… I need to get this wolf out of me…"

But as Valor traveled through the streets with a cloak to hide her identity as everyone still thought she was missing, Milk's erection would make a sizable bulge on Valor's crotch, which really didn't help her situation of staying out of sight as all she had was underwear and armor, and didn't have her usual robes that went under her armor as it was violently torn off by Rezo when they fought. Valor would basically need to avoid being seen by the townsfolk as she traversed the busy street with a giant erection, which might be easy at first with the borrowed cloak from Milk's apartment, but her travel would suddenly become much harder when the wolf inside of her began to experience orgasms from being unconsciously stimulated by the goo squirming inside.

"Am I… am I wetting myself?!"

Valor would be quick to feel her panties gather moisture, which she immediately felt. And once she did, she'd realize that Milk was ejaculating as he slept, soiling Valor's panties. But it wasn't only one ejaculation, because as Valor traveled further and further to her destination, she'd notice a wet feeling drip down her leg.

"Stop… I can't walk properly…"

And from the constant connected ejaculations, Valor found it hard to stay up on her feet as the weakening sensation from the pleasure Milk was sharing to her made her stumble and bump against a fruit stand, causing a stack of crates to collapse, and more importantly gathering the attention that Valor feared.

"Hey! Watch it!"

"Ahh… I'm… I'm sorry, sir…"

"You better fix this up or– Wait, a beautiful pink cat? Are you… are you the missing hero?!"

"I'm– I'm not…"

Valor was usually kind enough to immediately own up to her mistake of knocking over a crate of fruits, but seeing herself in the strange predicament of having a wolf inside of her, as well as wearing cum soiled panties with a giant erection, she's quickly run to an alley to avoid confrontation from the stall owner.

"I can't take it… I need to… I need to masturbate…"

Now inside a secluded alley, Valor would collapse onto a wall, slowly sliding down to sit while pulling down on her underwear, which was now completely wet with male essence. The thoughts of the pleasure generated from masturbating would creep into Valor's head once again, slowly eroding her mind back to lustfulness unless she treats it. So, even though Valor was pure and had never masturbated before, she reluctantly held onto her meatstick and started to stroke. Immediately after the first contact, Valor would collapse when the wolf meat stick suddenly ejaculated.

But once it did, clarity returned to Valor's mind. And so Valor would continue playing with the meat stick, caressing and rubbing whatever part felt the best. Valor still had some dignity and tried her best to not stain the alley with many suspicious stains, and got in a crawling position to cum straight onto the ground. With this position, Valor could minimize the spread of her lewd fluids, as well as making it slightly more inconspicuous if someone were to suddenly enter the alley.

"Brain… Calm down… Stop thinking about… sex…"

Every ejaculation would clear the hypnotizing lustful thoughts that creeper into Valor's mind, and once she came ten times and made a sizable puddle on the ground, she'd feel gathered enough to continue making her way back home. Valor's panties were obviously not in a state to wear again, seeing that it was completely wet with semen, so she had to continue with only her bra and armor while using her cloak to hide her still unbelievably stiff erection.

Now back on track, Valor would leave through the other end of the alleyway to avoid confrontation from the fruit stand she had inconvenienced. Valor lived at the outskirts of her town, where a personal mansion of hers was located. But Valor was only 1/3 of the way there, and with her huge erection, she'd need to traverse extra carefully.

"Wait! My sketchbook!"

Luckily, thinking craftily, Valor would remember her weapon and magic ability, which was to bring to existence anything she drew. To bring forth her magic power, Valor would first summon a magic pencil before hastily scribbling a new set of clothes for her to wear. Her drawings would only last for an hour, and once they had expired, she'd be unable to draw the same object for two hours. But an hour was enough to let her reach her mansion comfortably without the lustful thoughts returning. So, now with a new set of clothes in hand, Valor would also draw a bag into existence to place her… used clothing before making her way back home.

"Maybe I can take a carriage? I don't have any money… I'll need to draw some fake coins."

Walking back home would take more than an hour to achieve for Valor, so she'd instead take a carriage anonymously. However, there were only public carriages available, so Valor would once again need to do her best to hide her erection. To do so, Valor tried to draw a pair of tight jeans to wear, but when she realized it was painful and uncomfortable, she stuck to a short skirt while using her bag to hide her erection. And with fake coin in hand and a guilty consciousness for counterfeiting, Valor would start her stressful ride to a drop-off spot near her mansion.

"I hope nobody recognizes me…"

"Umm… Hey, lady. Has anyone ever told you that you look like the adventurer, Valor the Artist?"

"Gah!"

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