I was Chosen By A Perverted Goddess To Help Save Her World

Chapter 61: I Want To Sell Panties

Nymira, in the lead, led Ben Dover to a small pagoda-like structure, resting amidst a beautiful surrounding garden.

Inside the Pagoda was none other than Faerwyn.

She looked simply immaculate, sitting elegantly with her legs crossed, and sipping from a small tea set neatly set on top of a round ceramic table.

Her long curly black flowing hair unfurled beautifully behind her. Her garment, vibrant purple, embroidered with sparkling gems, her body curvy and full in such an intoxicatingly mature way that drove lesser men mad.

There was a slit to the lower portion of her gown, teasing a portion of her beautiful, flawless ankle. Her aura exhuded that same powerful sexuality that’s hard to describe.

Standing in service by her side were the same maidservants whom Ben had seen previously in Faerwyn’s bedroom. He surmised they were her personal servants.

Both maidservants noticed Nymira approach and bowed in respect, but when they noticed Ben beside her, their expression suddenly turned flushed, with a reddened tint to their cheeks, quickly sharing a meaningful look amongst themselves before avoiding looking directly at Ben.

At first, Ben wondered why the ladies would react in such a way, but then he recalled what they had seen him do to Faerwyn, and he quickly understood it was normal for such a memory to stick, and they must have gossiped about the matter when it was just the two of them.

"Come here, young man."

Faerwyn, in her usual calm, regal tone, beckoned with a soft smile to Ben, gesturing at the empty seat before her.

"Thank you, Nymira."

She added, and Nymira bowed a little before turning on her heels and walking away from the pagoda.

Ben, who still had some business with Nymira, was sad to see her retreating, but he also had some business with the sexy vixen before him, so he decided to go one at a time. Besides, who would reject a call to sit down by such a beauty?

So he sat, as Faerwyns’s maidservants proceeded to serve him something green from the metal jug on the round table, which he assumed was tea, but the look of it was anything but delectable.

"I greet my lady."

Ben voiced selaciously, putting on his most charming smile for Faerwyn. He was actually happy that she had called him, since he had planned to reach out to her today.

"And how is my special guest doing?"

"Wonderful, my lady. I thank you once more for taking such special care of me."

Ben voiced his appreciation; he certainly couldn’t complain about her daughter. He could only appreciate that she’s going out of her way to set things up for him.

"I am glad to hear that, young man. And I must say, you do look quite taken care of...."

"And what’s this ?"

Faerwyn suddenly paused, staring closely at Ben, her emerald green eyes concentrating as if digging into him as she squinted.

’Don’t tell me she can tell that I have advanced in realm ?!’

Ben was almost about to doubt the system’s efficacy, seeing that the mistress would clearly be about to note the change in him.

"Hmm....have you made any progress in your training ?"

’Shit....does she really see it ?’ Ben thought in a little panic.

He had purchased the realm concealment skill to avoid such a situation, to at least keep this part of himself a secret. Still, he wasn’t going to confirm anything if she doesn’t come out to say it.

"Apologies, my lady. I don’t seem to possess that much talent for natural power, so my progress is a little slow." Ben offered in explanation, as Faerwyn’s gaze continued to drill into him.

"I see....it’s just..... "

"Why can’t I gauge your essence anymore?"’

"Never mind, doesn’t really matter," she added dismissively.

"It’s clear that you are progressing in some type of way....at least, physically..."

Faerwyn voiced sensually as her emerald eyes took in Ben’s newly toned physique in meaningful appreciation as her soft smile stretched a little more.

Ben heaved a sigh of relief; clearly the new skill had stopped the mistress from being able to look into him, probably why she was so confused at the beginning. Which means it was clearly working.

He surmised she would probably chalk it up to some unique part about his quirks or special ability.

"Now, for the most important part....the reason why I sent for you."

Faerwyn adjusted elegantly in her seat, her piercing gaze holding on to Ben’s as she waved her right hand casually.

And on cue, both her maidservants bowed, turning sharply and retreating, leaving just Ben and Faerwyn in the pagoda.

"How is it? Has there been any progress with your... Ahem." Faerwyn voiced in slight embarrassment at someone of her noble status making such an enquiry.

Yet her curious gaze, meaningfully, wandered towards Ben’s pants.

Ben already knew what she was curious about. Like a business lady who had made an investment, she was curious to see if there had been any returns.

"It’s coming along, my lady. Though not as fast as it could improve."

"Why is that? I gave explicit orders that you are to be taken care of."

"Has anything been unsatisfactory for you here ?" Faerwyn uttered calmly at Ben; she clearly didn’t like the idea that his ability was going slow when it could go faster.

"That’s what I wanted to talk to you about, my lady. As I explained previously, my powers are tied to my comfort and state of mind...."

"And recently, I have been feeling a little stifled.... And bored." Ben murmured, feigning a stress-filled sigh.

"Bored ?" Faerwyn voiced, setting down her cup in confusion.

"Yes, my lady, but don’t you worry. There is something I plan on doing that would stave off this boredom.....something that could serve to potentially even benefit you, my lady."

Ben explained, sitting more upright. And looking at Faerwyn deep in her curious eyes that were filled with questions.

"And what exactly do you have in mind ?" She intoned, clearly amused by this young man before her.

"Panties, my lady....."

"I want to sell panties."