4.24 – Outfit Testing II

4.24 – Outfit Testing II

Reluctantly, and with her blush becoming more and more prominent, Sofia stripped off the top piece of her armor. And frankly, it was a big increase to the outfit’s attractiveness. Their delving gear wasn’t flattering. Their daily Tenet uniform was more so, to be honest, being thinner and clinging tighter to the body. But their equipment, not so much.

Sofia tossed the garment aside and crossed her arms, leaving her in her sports bra.

“Well?” Jordan asked.

“Yes,” Sofia said, glaring at Natalie, “the bonus went up. I felt it.”

“So removing clothes does work,” Jordan said with a grin. “But, is it a big increase?”

“Certainly doesn’t make up for losing an entire piece of gear.”

“For now,” Jordan said.

“Yes, for now. Natalie did mention she could upgrade skills.”

Jordan’s eyebrows went up in surprise. “She told you that?”

“I pestered her.”

“Even so. She must trust you, then.”

Both Sofia and Jordan looked at her, and Natalie coughed. “I mean, we are teammates.”

Jordan smiled at Sofia, conversing silently with her. Whatever they communicated, it left the pale girl blushing even harder than before.

“Whatever,” Sofia said.Gét latest novel chapters on nov(e)lbj/n(.)c/om

“Sorry to break the news, though,” Jordan said, “But we’re not stopping with just your top. We’re seeing this test through.”

Jordan stepped closer and settled her hands onto Sofia’s waist, making blue eyes widen. Slowly, tentatively, waiting to see if Sofia would protest, Jordan slid her hands onto Sofia’s stomach. The duelist shivered and uncrossed her arms, glancing at Natalie. She didn’t tell Jordan to stop.

“I’m seriously jealous of these,” Jordan said, feeling Sofia up, running her fingers across her bumpy, toned abs. “If I were you, I’d show them off way more. Even without a good reason, like Nat’s skill.”

“W-Well,” Sofia said, flustered under Jordan’s sudden advances. “Thank you. But. There’s not exactly much armor that would let me do so. Even if I wanted to. And it’s rather indiscreet to just go ‘showing off’.”

“And it’s an important place to cover up,” Jordan said amusedly. “Hopefully less so in the future, though. You’ve got an amazing body. It deserves to be on display.”

Sofia didn’t seem sure whether to say thank you to that, or not.

Jordan’s hands slipped up her stomach, then played with the bottom of Sofia’s sports bra. “Now, let’s get this off, too?”

Sofia’s brain seemed to restart a few times at the question, and her eyes flicked between Jordan and Natalie. Natalie watched, heart hammering. Jordan was being even more assertive than Natalie had expected. Then again, why was Natalie surprised? Jordan had made several comments about sharing Sofia with her, and her stunt with sneaking into the bathroom and eavesdropping hadn’t been subtle either.

“We are testing her ability,” Sofia finally said. “But if you think I’m fighting topless in the dungeon, you’re insane.”

“No,” Jordan laughed. “Like you said, we’re just testing. I want to see how much stronger the effect gets with your tits out.” Her lips curled up. “I’m guessing a lot.”

Sofia hesitated, blushed, then peeled off the last piece of her upper outfit, leaving her standing in full delving gear from below the waist. And her top half naked, except for her choker.

Sofia shifted uncomfortably, flushing as Natalie drank in the sight of her bared tits. Small, pale, and perky, seeing Sofia exposed sent a thrill through her. She shifted in her seat, her cock throbbing inside her skirt, growing more difficult to hide by the second. The image was even more compromising with Jordan standing next to Sofia, her side pressed into Sofia’s, an arm wrapped around her waist. Looking at Natalie admire Sofia with a smirk.

“So?” Jordan asked Sofia conspiratorially. “Let me guess. A big increase?”

“Here, finish getting your boots and pants off. I’ll do the same.”

Natalie watched silently as Jordan and Sofia finished stripping to their panties. She stayed quiet because this almost felt like more Jordan and Sofia’s event than her own. And she was loving it. Seeing Jordan play with and tease Sofia was doing things to her that Natalie hadn’t expected. The constant smirking Jordan was sending her way told Natalie that she was very much aware of that.

“Alright,” Jordan said. “Now, get these on.” She dug into the shopping bag and withdrew two long black slips of cloth.

Sofia’s brow furrowed as she took them, then her expression cleared up as she identified what they were. “Thigh highs?” Sofia asked. “I expected this test to be more ... armor focused.”

“It’s not like we have skimpy armor on standby, so no. This is more to see how big of a boost we can get. What it caps out at.”

“And thigh highs will help with that?”

“Obviously. I mean, look.” Jordan gestured at Natalie.

Sofia glanced her way, then blushed at seeing Natalie’s own flushed face. “Really? Thigh highs and chokers? That’s what you’re into?”

“I mean, yeah,” Natalie said. In part, at least. “They’re hot.”

“Whatever.”

“And these too.” Jordan handed Sofia a small square box. “Actually,” Jordan said, taking it back. “Let me.” She opened the container up, then pulled out two red ... stickers?

Jordan peeled the back off one, then stepped close to Sofia—and, grabbing her tit and gently squeezing, positioned the sticker then pressed it into Sofia’s nipple. Sofia, wide-eyed, let it happen, once again helpless under Jordan’s assertiveness.

Jordan followed up the first with a second, gently sticking the second of the heart-shaped pasties onto Sofia. She ran her finger across the smooth sticker for longer than appropriate—obviously just playing with Sofia, and drawing a shiver and an exhalation from the white-haired girl as she traced her nipple through the pasty.

“There,” Jordan murmured. “Nice and covered up. Now, the thigh highs.”

Sofia did as she was told, slipping on the other article of clothing. Which left her in her panties, black thigh highs, red nipple pasties, and choker.

“Because this is totally functional delving gear,” Sofia muttered, seeming self-conscious in the lewd get-up. She shifted from foot to shoot, arms crossed, not meeting Natalie’s eyes. “And stop ogling me.”

“Isn’t that the point?” Natalie asked.

“Something like this has to get close to [Stylish]’s max,” Jordan said, admiring Sofia’s perverted state of undress. “Barring maybe full lingerie, and a ... few things you probably wouldn’t be comfortable with. So, how’s it feel? How much?”

“More than I’d expected,” Sofia said. “But again. Not enough to make up missing armor.” She struggled to sound professional while blushing furiously, her entire body on display. She didn’t seem to know what to do with her hands; she kept crossing her arms, then uncrossing them.

“We could also find equipment that naturally doesn’t cover much up,” Jordan said. “Boots and gloves, a crown, and another piece of jewelry, for example. Then wear whatever we want for our real outfit.”

“And lose out on the physical protection?”

“That’s a problem too,” Jordan agreed. “So maybe real gear’s necessary. But maybe not. Once Natalie upgrades [Stylish], it might become pretty strong. Make it worth changing what you wear.”

“What we wear,” Sofia corrected. “Stop acting like it’ll just be me.”

“You’re the one blushing about it,” Jordan said. “I’ve already decided to.”

Sofia huffed.

“Okay,” Jordan said. “Let’s test out a few more things, make sure there’s a cap, then we’ll go find Liz and Ana. We’ve got a delve to handle.” She sighed. “Though, if you two want to skip out today, and maybe have fun some other way ...?”

Sofia stared at Jordan, eyes wide at the obvious suggestion, and Natalie just shook her head in exasperation.

“Fine, fine,” Jordan said. “Clearly, Natalie has some more training to take care of.” She reached out and squeezed Sofia’s ass, making her jump. “Our pet is still way too reluctant.” She sighed. “But I’ll wait patiently. It’ll be worth it.”