Chapter 209: For Me?

"No way!!!"

That denial had come straight from his soul, resonating off the plaster-dusted walls with absolute, desperate horror.

The moment the words tore past his lips, both Rose and Jenny burst out in uncontrollable fits of laughter at his adamant reaction. The sheer sight of the imposing, monster-slaying Awakener recoiling like a cornered beast was too much for them to bear.

Even Rose didn’t bother to defend Fredrinn from the harmless prank... Hell, she was more interested in seeing the plan actually work!

After all, if Andrea managed to force Fredrinn into female clothes and maybe others caught a glimpse of him, his absurd popularity amongst other women would immediately take a nosedive, wouldn’t it?

She had willingly chosen to share him with Andrea and Jenny for his happiness and growth, but it wasn’t like Rose secretly liked having competitors.

If it was fully in her power, she would keep him locked away all to herself. Alas... that was pretty much impossible now.

His powers needed him to have more than one partners and as Rose wanted his happiness, she could only allow it even if she would like to be alone.

So the absolute least she could do was actively manage the number of women in his ’surroundings’ so that the harem remained as small as possible, allowing her to have him to herself as much as possible.

Thus, with that devious calculation locked in her mind, Fredrinn unknowingly lost his best, most lethal, and most loyal supporter in this domestic skirmish.

Rose was the only one who was guaranteed to have his back all the time! But now, not even that!

Jenny, meanwhile, was still nursing a burning grudge against him for smacking her ass so ruthlessly earlier that morning.

Her backside still stung with every shift against the mattress, and deeper down, she mostly just wanted to see this arrogant rogue squeezed into a ridiculous cross-dress out of pure amusement.

Counting on her support was utterly hopeless as well.

Thus... Fredrinn found himself completely supportless, cornered in his own bed while all three of his women somehow formed an unbreakable united front against him.

"Come on! Can’t you do this much for me?" Andrea pouted, tears prickling dramatically at the corners of her wide hazel eyes.

She sniffled softly, letting her chin tremble as she spoke in an achingly hurt, fragile voice: "I gave up my virginity to you last night, and you can’t even wear some clothes for me..."

Her voice sounded so profoundly vulnerable, broken, and hurt that it seemed she was only moments away from crying out loud. It was a theatrical performance worthy of an academy award, weaponized with pinpoint precision.

Jenny nodded solemnly from the side, crossing her arms to validate the virginity claim—mostly because it happened to be the absolute truth for her as well.

Fredrinn’s eyelids twitched violently. Seeing the three of them nodding along, his calculated chances of reversing the bullying attempt on Andrea were looking bleaker and bleaker by the second.

How could he even defend himself anymore against a guilt trip of that caliber?

"You’re resorting to emotional blackmail?" he murmured speechlessly, holding his hands up in disbelief.

He scrambled to find a logical loophole, leaning forward to lecture her like a stern mentor. "Bullying is a show of power and strength, a show of forcefully coercing the other into doing something! You can’t just request me like this! Your quest won’t be complete!"

Andrea didn’t flinch. She simply tilted her head, wiping away a fake tear with the back of her wrist. "You won’t know unless you try. Maybe it will, maybe it won’t. Do you really want me to take the risk on it?"

"You didn’t even know your quest till now! How did you suddenly find it out!" Fredrinn barked, his eyes narrowing as he tried to poke holes in her story.

"There was a specific condition for it! I will tell you once you complete it, so chop chop! Go wear some female clothes!"

"None will fit my body over here!" Fredrinn argued back, gesturing helplessly to his broad shoulders, sculpted lats, and thick chest. "I’m literally twice your size!"

"Try at least!"

The back and forth went on and on, bouncing across the messy bedroom, but alas, Fredrinn was severely outmatched.

Andrea possessed the inherent, terrifying feminine skill of wearing a man down until his resistance snapped, and there was remarkably little Fredrinn could do against her stubborn barrage.

No matter how much he tried to reason against her, bring up the metaphysics of system mechanics, or complain about his dignity, she didn’t budge a single inch.

Though, through sheer grit and desperate haggling, he was at least able to grind her demands down to a compromise.

He negotiated it down to only wearing a bra and a female top—nothing else. He laid down a firm, uncrossable line: he would not wear any skirt, any leggings, or any tiny denim shorts.

And obviously, the top of his choosing was Jenny’s. It was made of soft cotton, carried the most stretchable fabric of the bunch, and had the most ’normal’ aesthetic compared to Rose’s exotic garments or Andrea’s tight cropped pieces.

Reluctantly sliding off the mattress with a defeated sigh, Fredrinn picked up the discarded garments from the armchair.

Though, there was a glaring, immediate problem.

The top was barely the size to fit Fredrinn’s torso fully. Jenny was tall and athletic, but Fredrinn was a towering wall of muscle.

If he wore the top like this, then the material would stretch so much that his inner skin will be completely visible.

With a body like his, Fredrinn wasn’t worried one bit about showing his chiseled abs, his perfect skin or the great physique.

Hell, it was more of a flex for him than a punishment.

But... There was a much, much bigger problem that put all the benefits of the top aside.

The problem stemmed from the fact that the top was translucent...

Can he really wear a bra under it?