Living Clothes Hentai Novels & Stories

Rows of Lucien's clothes stood in perfect, monochrome order—crisp white office shirts, flawlessly tailored suits, and heavy trousers made of the finest silk, linen, and wool. *So he does stay here,* I thought to myself, a frown twisting my lips. I suppose it was easier to manage an underworld empire when your office was just a private elevator ride away. He must be constantly busy. I wandered deeper into the closet, sliding open one of the built-in drawers. I gasped, my steps freezing as my face instantly flushed a furious, burning red. The drawer was filled with rows of intricate G-strings and thongs, all adorned with delicate, sparkling crystals in a variety of vibrant colors.

It always tickled him whenever she successfully manipulated things. In Hina’s room, they stood before Hina’s open wardrobe. Hina was not exaggerating when she said she had loads of clothes. Her wardrobe was stuffed full. Having such a small and quaint house, Nozomi guessed that the men spent their money on Hina more than anything or anyone else in the house. Hina freed the clothes and shook them out so that it was easier for Nozomi to browse. “Anything you’d like?” Nozomi glanced through the mess all around them, then looked inside the wardrobe once more. Finally, her gaze lingered on Hina’s physical education clothes.

The door of the dressing room was flung open, hardly noticing the furious face of Jahi, who was dressed only in underwear and was holding a rag gown in her hand. "Oh my God! This is trouble!" Lilith stutters in fear.

he said again, slowly like I didn’t understand this. “That’s what I’m wearing,” I said. I was getting irritated. “As in... Victrolla Secret type shit. Silk, robes, lingerie,” he said. My jaw dropped. My ran raced thinking of the brand. It was not the type of pajamas I was thinking. It was an expensive clothing store that had the kind of undergarments that made men’s tongues rolls out of their mouths and their dick stand. “Fuck,” I cursed. “Mm-hmm,” he hummed.

He closes the door gently behind him. I’m halfway to protest about him doing my laundry,my pride would normally scold me but my clothes are soaked through. The ones on the floor weren’t wet until he emerged like some damp statue of Poseidon and bled water everywhere. Panic flickers. I do not want him seeing my underwear. In my dorm I live in boxers—boy boxers—and the thought of my mate catching me in anything but a pretty lace underwear is mortifying. I cry on the inside, quietly.

What I see, though, is confusing. The space is fully stocked. Clothes are hung neatly from one end to the other. Rich fabrics in both dark and neutral shades are there. Practical items as well: soft sleepwear, leather trousers, and long coats with high collars. Then I notice the lingerie. Each set is explicit and daring. Nothing in here is torn, stained, or even secondhand. It’s all new. I don’t reach for anything, I don’t take a single step further. I just stare, trying to understand what this is and why.

“And just to be clear: I. Didn’t. Masturbate. In. The. Bathroom! So stop laughing!” But Heli just laughed even louder, making Akiro groan louder in embarrassment. Only when Akiro stopped attacking his mate with pillows did he realised their position right now. Heli was just wearing his underwear and shirt, while Akiro’s on his silk pajamas they bought at district three in Regia Luximere. And since Akiro was sitting on top of him, both legs on either side of Heli’s hips, he could feel something near his ass.

My cock twitched in my pants, and I grinned as I fantasized about the look on her when she saw all of these. I pushed my cart forward to the clothes, where most of the people gathered, couples, straight and gay alike were going through different sets of kinky outfits. I went through the lingerie sets, picking out some that I knew would look good on her. I chose about ten of them overall, alternating between cute and raunchy lingerie for different occasions. I also added whips, lubes, and blindfolds to the cart. It was piling up high with the amount of items I carefully chose for my little brat, and I knew I was going to attract attention, but I didn’t care.

I grab my outfit and head into the changing room, stripping out of mny plain jeans and t-shirt and pulling on some fishnet tights, and another set of jeans, black this time with ripped holes, as well as a red, long sleeved crop top with a deepv neckline. I grab my discarded clothes and head back out, where Lynette whistles at me. "Look at you, hot stuff!" I roll my eyes and place my clothes into my bag. "Oh, shut up." I say as I sit down and run my fingers through my coppery red hair, trying to