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“Relax, diva. I brought you this.” He dangled something white and fuzzy in the air like it was a peace offering from a gremlin. A bathrobe. “A robe? Now?” He stepped all the way in—like, fully committed—still pretending he was doing some holy deed. “Well, unless you wanna strut out here in full birthday suit mode, I figured I’d save your fragile pride. Even though...” he opened one eye with a smirk, “I’d be fine with the free show.” “You’re unbelievable,” I snapped, snatching the robe so fast I nearly dislocated his wrist.

I decided not to wear panties under my gown this morning—a surprise for Scott that I should probably regret, but for some reason, I don’t. “I’ll get you a robe,” Rob says quickly. I stand with my hands crossed in front of my breasts until he returns with a white silk robe. I don’t know how much of me he sees when he helps me into it, but the thought of him looking makes my pussy tingle. He takes my hand and walks me to the giant tub, which is already half full. “Your bath should be ready in a few minutes,” he says. “I’ll just watch TV or something until you’re ready to come out.”

"Leo! You're home early." "You're... you're not dressed," he stated the obvious, his eyes raking over me, from my loose hair down to my bare legs. "Oh, this?" I laughed lightly, gesturing at the robe. "I decided to go ahead with my plan. ‘No Clothes Day’. It's incredibly freeing. You should try it." He just stood there, his backpack sliding off his shoulder to the floor. His eyes were glued to the deep V of the robe, where the curve of my breasts was clearly visible.

I needed to fix it, and not with games or pride, but with the painful, raw truth. After what seemed like forever, I pulled off the wrinkled skirt and the crop top. The clothes Callie had given me suddenly felt like a costume for a part I’d bombed, and slipped into a simple, luxurious silk robe. It was deep indigo, cinched tight at the waist, and even though I told myself it was for comfort, the whisper of silk against my skin was a small, secret piece of armor.

"Chief, don't panic. I didn't return to kill you. I just want to do something using your name." After that, Darryl looked at Robin with a deep gaze and went to the room next door. He took out the black robe from the wooden cupboard and put it on. The robe was large, and it did not look tight on Darryl. Indeed, Darryl wanted to dress up like Robin and use Foggy Sect's military force to attack Lukas. Dressed in the black robe, Darryl inhaled deeply and walked out. At that moment, Robin was shocked to see Darryl dressed like herself. Quickly, she guessed Darryl's intention, and she became furious.

My eyes narrowed as he came into view and then froze when I realized he was wearing nothing but a robe. He laughed like I’d just told the biggest joke of the century. “You never fail to make me laugh, Anya. Yes, I enjoyed my shower. Thank you.” “What the hell are you wearing?” I blurted, my eyes almost popping out. “A robe,” he said, taking a seat like I didn’t already know that. “I know it’s a robe. Why are you wearing it? What happened to the clothes you had on before?” “I can’t wear those anymore. And besides…” His lips twitched. “You said I could walk around naked. I’m just choosing a friendlier option. Why do you look so displeased?”

My ass looks bomb as hell. For the first time in a very long time I feel confident about how I look. I grab a short,silky,black robe to put on over the underwear. Sexy but classy. I put on some watermelon lip balm and walk to the door. Here goes nothing.

The ballroom gradually returned to motion, but the whispers would take longer to fade out. "Are you alright?" Robbie asked, turning back to me. I reached up and gently placed my hand over his forehead. Warmth passed through my fingertips as I fed a little healing magic into the small cut. "I'm fine," I said, letting my eyes roam over him. He'd slicked his hair back—mostly, anyway. The stubborn red curls refused to stay flat. And he was in uniform. Not his usual t-shirt and jeans, but the ceremonial military one. Clean lines, broad shoulders, medals gleaming on the deep navy fabric.

“Next time, remember it’s not just a friendly hug, Kourtney. I won’t share you. Not with anyone. And I’ll make you understand that.” With one swift movement, he loosened the silk robe he wore, and the fabric parted to reveal his chiseled body… and the massive hardness of his cock. It was standing so proud and eager!

“I see. So although the appearance is the same, what I am wearing cannot pass off as the real thing?” “You are correct, Young Master. Apologies, but Her Highness had forbidden me to borrow a uniform for you to wear. She says that this kind of robe is beneath the dignity of your family.” Qing Wu You sighed. “Royal Cousin is really…” To redirect the topic back to the original course, Xiao Ku then pointed at the sleeves of Ye Zhihao’s robes. “Mister Ye is wearing a white robe meant for outer sect disciples. Its protective runes allow one to stay dust free and scent free, and it also has weak protective measures. From what I can see, it has the ability to protect its wearer from one sneak attack