Dungeon of Niflheim
Chapter 810: Date? Preparation

Chapter 810: Chapter 810: Date? Preparation

"Boots, check, jeans check, jacket that I may or may not need, check, a top, shirt or jumper no check but underwear...check." Khione failed to find anything that both fit and met her stringent requirements when it came to her upper body but finding a sexy set of undergarments that was easy. In contrast to her attitude towards fashionable and up to date clothes Khione frequently purchased new underwear, bras and even lingerie, methodically keeping up with her body’s rapid growth thus there was a plethora of options to choice from.

Wanting to appear as sexy and kingdom toppling as possible she went with a matching set, a purple mesh bra that easily kept her large chest afloat, pushing her breasts tightly together to form a sensual valley all while allowing dots of her beautiful dark skin to shine through. And for below a similarly coloured pair of lace G-string panties that boldly covered the front while leaving her lower cheeks completely exposed to the elements bar a narrow strip of fabric. A daring choice but one she was not only confident in but also comfortable with.

Given her personality and hobbies you’d think she’d be all about boy shorts, briefs and high waist styles, function over form but in fact she was the exact opposite with the majority of her underwear being either G-strings, thongs or bikini styled.

Alas even if she had the perfect set of undergarments she still lacked the all-important top layer, without a shirt or jumper she’d be forced to take back her sexy choice and go down the sports bra route, which wasn’t bad but just not up to the standard she wanted. If she was going to make Frost’s jaw unhinge in awe she needed the best of the best.

However she’d already breezed through her entire wardrobe twice over and failed to find that last and likely most important piece. So close yet so far.

Khione was still determined and held a fierce fire in her eyes, but she couldn’t will something into existence just because she wanted to, she wasn’t a God like her mother or father.....wait mother.

Despairing at her own inadequacy she suddenly thought of another option and without wasting a single second, dressed in nothing but her underwear Khione charged out of her bedroom and bolted down the corridor. She completely ignored the maids and female guards who looked at her in surprise and shock, making a determined beeline for the upper quarters, where Shivali’s wives’ resided.

Knock! Knock!

After running for close to a minute at breakneck speeds Khione stopped in front of a set of doors that were even larger than her own and slammed her fist hard against the icy material.

"Fifth mother! Fifth mother!" She loudly bellowed in a desperate tone.

"Khione? Is that you what are you doing here at this time and....are you in your underwear! Dammit girl get in here now before anyone sees you." In response to her loud calling a woman standing roughly 3.5 metres tall but with a far more curvaceous figure than Khione answered before quickly berating her and ushering her into her chambers. She couldn’t believe that at 22 years old Khione was wandering the halls in nothing but her underwear, what if the servants saw here or worse what if she was seen by the soldiers or her father. She wasn’t a little girl anymore but a full grown woman, it wasn’t right for her to parade herself out in the open.

"Sorry I know but this is an emergency." Khione knew that she acted rather hastily but she wasn’t all that embarrassed, it was only female staff that worked in this part of the palace after all.

"What kind of emergency?" The large woman, otherwise known as Skadi, Khione’s fifth mother asked curiously wondering why the youngest daughter of their little family was running around half naked.

The hierarchy of the Niflheim royal family had Shivali firmly at the top, an outwardly patriarchal situation but in truth the woman held most of the authority at least when it came to family matters.

Their positions were based on the timing of their getting married to Shivali rather than their strength or background at least for those that hadn’t reached the God realm like Freyja who despite being one of the latest additions was known as 2nd empress mother to everyone other than Khione who simply called her mom or mother.

Skadi was currently ranked 5th (a position that could change if a higher ranked wife passes away due to old age) and her strength had impressively reached late stage S-rank, she had few equals even in the realm of Niflheim. Apart from Freyja she was the mother Khione looked up to the most given that they both shared similar body types as well as interests...and it was for the former that she was here right now.

"5th mother I need to borrow clothes." Few amongst her family matched her size other than Skadi therefore she was the only one she could possibly ask. Everyone else’s would be too small and would likely never dare to lend her their stuff given what happened in her youth.

Years ago keen to blend in with some of her older sisters Khione tried on several of their outfits when they were away and unfortunately given that her body was already fairly muscular back then she ended up literally bursting them apart. Her sister Anya came back from a trip only to see her favourite pair of leggings being torn apart by her massive ass. After that Khione was banned from playing with their clothes and had only Skadi to rely on.

"Hmm you’ve not borrowed from me for a while hun but ok what do need and for what do you need it." Skadi looked over Khione’s current shape, the size of her muscles giving her a little pause but upon remembering the desperation in her voice she decided to risk it, Khione didn’t ask for her stuff too often, it was a nice feeling to have her youngest daughter rely on her.

"I need your cropped cobalt jumper, you know the one with the opened shoulders and....."

"The diamond gapped cleavage." Skadi finished Khione’s sentence with a strange tone, her once kind eyes turning wary.

"Yes that one do you still have it." Khione didn’t pick up on her 5th mother’s strangeness, feeling relief at the fact she immediately knew what she was talking about.

"....You mean my favourite cropped cobalt jumper, the one Gisselle from Lunar fashion personally designed for me at my request, who spent months getting everything perfect so I could blow away the competition at the recent Modaine catwalk...that jumper?" This piece of clothing cost her an arm and a leg, an item that was written about in the papers and one that allowed her to lord over the other models as she won the competition by a landslide. But more importantly it gained her, her charming husband’s affections for an entire week straight without the need to share him with the other wives.

"Whoa no wonder it looks so good, yes that one." Oblivious to her mother’s subtle hints Khione remained blunt and continued to ask for it which caused Skadi’s upper lip and right eye to twitch in frustration.

’This damn girl!’ She wanted to slap her backside for daring to ask for that jumper but being the bigger woman (literally) she took a few deep breaths to calm herself before asking why Khione wanted it in the first place, assuming that she had a good reason and wasn’t just asking because she liked how it looked.

"Why do you want to borrow it?" Khione didn’t explore Niflheim much at least not places that required her to wear such premium fashion. Usually the muscle brained woman trained, trained and trained some more, growing her strength and body at an extreme rate to the point that even she felt a great deal of respect for her.

’Wait No! No!’ Thinking about Khione’s usual activities caused Skadi to picture her wearing her prized jumper, clashing against soldiers with her spear, her sweat seeping into the high quality fabric as her muscles strained against it, stretching and even possibly ripping it beyond recognition. Such thoughts made her heart bleed; rage filled her eyes as she glared down at the young woman and bellowed.

"If you say training I’ll slap you into next week"

"What! Training why would I wear something like that for training, its so impractical." Khione quickly denied such a possibility, shaking her head and waving her hands. Her spine even shivered as a result of the threat emitted by her 5th mother, a woman who was almost always benevolent and kind- at least to her.

But upon actually being asked for her reasons Khione frowned and found herself tongue tied, feeling a slight sense of shame and embarrassment as she attempted to rationalise her motives.

Skadi calmed down upon hearing her strong denial and instead grew curious, what sort of reason would cause Khione to behave in such a manner when she was normally so bold and confident.

"...win..." Eventually Khione let out a slight whisper.

"Huh? Sorry hun what was that." Skadi leaned down and arched her ear with her hand so as to better hear Khione’s voice.

"I want to win 5th mother no I need to win!" Fuelled by a competitive desire to beat Frost, Khione roared at the top of her lungs almost scaring Skadi half to death.

"Eh? Win? What do mean Khione?" Skadi was utterly confused, unable to follow Khione’s thinking in the slightest.

’She wants to win. At what and against who?’