The Fortunate Demoniac Little Village Doctor
Chapter 128 - 128 127 Love for Beauty

128: Chapter 127: Love for Beauty 128: Chapter 127: Love for Beauty “Of course, it’s beautiful clothes!”

Liu Hun always felt that setting a trap for the mayor was a significant event that should, as storytellers say, have a calm before the storm.

However, he never expected his little gutter to be home to Cai Yan, the Flood Dragon.

Whatever was said, she definitely had to stir some trouble.

“No way!

The eyeshadow must match the dress!

It has to be green!

Don’t be shy!

I’ll do it for you…”

“This one is the new release for the season.

Pout your lips, yes!

How do you like this color?

This is the bitten lip makeup; it should look gorgeous!

It should go with this outfit, let’s see how it looks…”

“Check out the light teal long dress, this model is new this season!

You have to wear high heels!

And these thigh-high stockings too, come!

Let me help you put them on…”

When Liu Hun came back inside, the room was as colorful as a dye workshop, with the table piled with various cosmetics and accessories, and clothes of different styles hanging from four racks that had appeared from nowhere.

What left Liu Hun slack-jawed was Cai Yan, kneeling on a velvet mat right in front of him, holding Du Yueling’s foot in her hands, letting Du Yueling’s foot nearly step on her half-exposed cleavage.

Her slender fingers gently pulled up the stockings along Du Yueling’s smooth, creamy thighs.

Liu Hun’s head heated up in an instant.

The scene was too provocative.

He felt a tinge of excitement thinking about how it would feel to have his own foot on Zhao Mingjie’s soft cleavage.

He hesitated for a moment, feeling that helping Du Yueling pull up her stockings might be even more stirring.

Barely shifting his gaze, Liu Hun found Bai Lian stuffing Qin Yue’s bust into a lace bra after much struggle, and it was difficult to get it right.

Qin Yue, looking at her bursting cleavage in the mirror, was grinning as if she had found money.

Watching Qin Yue bounce, his eyes almost popped out as he fixed them on the white flesh tumbling up and down.

The more he hoped it would fall out, the more stubbornly it stayed in place.

Liu Hun felt his throat getting dry and hurriedly averted his gaze, only to unlucky enough to see Fen Ran.

Fen Ran was stamping her foot in front of a mirror, apparently unaccustomed to her nine-centimeter heels, with nothing but a purple corset on her body.

Every time she stamped, her plump buttocks wobbled enticingly.

After a few stamps, she felt something wrong and reached down the edge of her corset as if her narrow underwear was stuck in her crack.

Fen Ran’s adjustment seemed to tweak Liu Hun’s lifeline.

Although he had peeked at everyone in the hot spring, as Old Saucy and Old Li said, it was the most thrilling when you couldn’t see what you desperately wanted to see, shrouded in mystery.

The atmosphere in the room truly sharp as March breeze, severing Liu’s ability to walk; he was stuck, unable to step forward, numb to his leg’s existence.

Any man would have been rooted to the spot, let alone a fiery young man like Liu Hun.

It took Cai Yan a while to notice Liu Hun, who had turned into a statue at the door.

With a mix of chastisement and coyness, she glanced at Liu Hun, flipped her hair haughtily, and then firmly closed the door.

Half an hour later, Liu Hun was let inside the house.

His mind had finally stabilized.

Looking at the women dressed as if they were attending a grand banquet at Ziguang Pavilion, he learned upon asking.

Indeed, all this mischief was stirred up by Cai Yan.

Looking at the beautifully dolled-up women and listening to Cai Yan’s proud descriptions, Liu Hun sighed deeply inside, feeling the old saying was indeed crude but true!

Clothes make the man, saddle makes the horse, especially for women—they really have to wear something special!

Then he stuffed a piece of cabbage into his mouth.

Once women’s material desires were stimulated, it was like a wicked fire that needed hundreds of moves to quench their thirst.

The women in the village, except the worldly Du Yueling, were thoroughly stirred by Cai Yan, awakening their deep-seated cravings, like crops that wouldn’t grow properly but the weeds certainly flourished without effort.

Fen Ran, Qin Yue, and Bai Lian huddled together and started making a racket as if they were setting up a stage for a performance.

Though Cai Yan’s clothing was good, it was just one or half a piece.

Wearing it was problematic, as it was only one and constantly wearing it wasn’t ideal.

Not wearing it made them restless, as they couldn’t stand not looking beautiful.

Thus, the three women resolved to visit the tailor in town.

They decided to have the tailor make duplicates, aiming for the garments to be nearly identical to Cai Yan’s gifted clothes.

In this respect, when women put their minds to something, there was no delay; the trio linked arms and reached the Green Grass Tailor shop in town.

With his bifocals and a measuring tape around his neck, the middle-aged owner, his face shiny like a coin, brightened his initially murky eyes like they had been brushed clean upon seeing the intriguing women entering.

He hurried from behind the counter, all smiles, “I’m the owner of Green Grass Tailors—would you ladies like to buy clothes or have some made?”

Qin Yue placed her bag on the counter and said to the tailor, “We want to make clothes.

Can you take a look at this dress and make one like it for us?”

The tailor’s beady eyes scoured Qin Yue like a starving man who hadn’t seen oil for days before he finally took the dress out of the bag to examine it, “Hiss…

this is nice!

Where did you get it?”

The question stumped the women.

They knew Cai Yan had mentioned some brands they didn’t understand, but they truly had no idea where it was bought.

Qin Yue, with her straightforward nature, had no interest in chatting idly with the tailor.

She cut to the chase, “Don’t worry about where I bought it, can you make it or not?”

“Of course, of course!

There’s no clothing that I, a tailor, cannot make, but…

this outfit needs to be tailor-made to your measurements,” the tailor said, rubbing his hands together as he eyed the three women, his gaze lingering on Qin Yue with particular eagerness, itching with anticipation.

“Measurements?

What measurements?” Fen Ran sensed something was amiss and quickly asked.

The tailor chuckled slyly and replied, “The bust, waist, and hips – the crucial parts need to be measured.

Otherwise, the clothes can’t be made properly and won’t fit at all.”

“We wouldn’t have to strip naked for the measurements, right?” Fen Ran grew increasingly suspicious of the tailor’s gleaming eyes, carefully asking him because making clothes was one thing, but being taken advantage of was another.

“Of course you have to strip.

Go ask anywhere else, that’s how it’s done!

Otherwise, the clothes can’t be made!” The tailor retorted, his eyes fixed greedily on the three women before him as if they were juicy morsels of meat he couldn’t let slip away.

“That’s unacceptable!

Stripping for measurements?

What would we become then!

Forget about making clothes; let’s leave!” Qin Yue immediately rejected the idea.

Looking at the tailor, who seemed nearly a perverted old man, she found him intolerable and refused to let him take advantage.

This woman surely was fiery!

Stumbling upon such spirited women, he couldn’t let them leave!

He hurriedly changed his approach, “Wait!

Wait!

In the entirety of Taiping Town, only I can make such clothes.

Where else could you go?

How about this; you ladies go into that room and measure yourselves.

I’ll wait here, and you can just tell me the measurements afterward, how does that sound?”

After discussing amongst themselves for a moment, the three women agreed that it seemed like a reasonable solution.

After all, they were all women and had seen each other’s bodies already.

It didn’t seem to be too much of an issue.

So, they promptly agreed.

The women were led by the tailor into the back room.

The door had barely closed and they hadn’t even had the chance to start taking off their outer clothes when suddenly, a sharp scream erupted from inside the room.

Immediately afterward, the three women burst out of the room.

“Bai Lian!

What are you screaming for?

You scared the life out of me!” Qin Yue said, fastening the first button she had just unfastened.

“What’s wrong?

Your face is so pale, are you sick?” Fen Ran quickly asked Bai Lian, who hadn’t even started to unbutton her clothes.

Bai Lian, clutching her chest, said, “I…

I had just undone two buttons when I…

I saw someone peeking at us through a crack in the wall!”

“What?

Peeking at us?

Are you sure?” Qin Yue was shocked and both furious and relieved that she hadn’t started undressing.

“I saw it clearly!

Even if my eyesight isn’t great, I definitely didn’t see wrong!” Bai Lian insisted, on the verge of hyperventilating and clinging to Qin Yue.

Fen Ran grew suspicious as she listened and looked around.

Something felt off, and she suddenly yelled, “Where’s the tailor?

Didn’t he say he’d wait outside for us?

Could it be…

could it be that Bai Lian saw the tailor peeking?”

Qin Yue, both naive and straightforward, indeed didn’t see the tailor and gritted her teeth in anger, “It must be that scoundrel!

I knew his glances at me were inappropriate!

He was trying to take advantage of us in every possible way!”

“So…

what do we do now?

Now that we’ve caught him, he certainly won’t come out, nor will he admit it,” Bai Lian said to the other two women.

She was generally carefree, but now, she was completely at a loss after the scare.

“That shameless creature!

I can’t swallow this insult.

We’ll wait right here for him to come out.

I’ll teach him a lesson!” Qin Yue was ready to take action, her spirit as fiery as a chili pepper.

“That won’t do!

He is a man after all, and you, Qin Yue, are sure to suffer.

We can’t let this bastard get away.

Let’s go to the police station and file a complaint!

Catch this pervert, so he can’t harm anyone else!” Fen Ran hurriedly suggested, thinking that although Qin Yue was fierce, she was still a woman and it was uncertain who would come out on top if it really came to a physical confrontation.

“Let’s follow Fen Ran’s advice!” Bai Lian quickly tugged at Qin Yue, truly frightened.

Having made up their minds, the women headed towards the police station.

But just a few meters away, they unexpectedly ran into Liu Hun alongside the chief of the local police station, Zhao Mingjie, and another man in a police uniform with a square, beefy face.

Why was Liu Hun here, and who was this man?

Fen Ran’s mind swirled with questions.