The Yellow-Haired Villain in Soaring Phoenix's Novels Also Desires Happiness

Ariel sounded puzzled.

“It sounds really uncomfortable. Is it really that tight?”

“Hiss... p-probably. Rather than tight, it feels more like I’ve been completely wrapped up and can’t break free at all.”

Muen’s voice became even more strained, as though he had reached a critical point in some intense “battle,” making Ariel instinctively curious enough to tilt her head and listen more carefully.

The sound of fabric rubbing together rustled like a forest swaying in the wind. Then came the noise of something colliding. Every so often, a muffled thud sounded from the wall, and even the fitting room door suddenly slammed with a loud bang before falling silent again.

...Just hearing those noises, Ariel could already imagine an extremely tragic scene.

—That outfit really must be painfully tight!

“You even managed to choose the wrong clothing size? You’re way too careless.”

Ariel hummed smugly.

“Be careful not to damage the shop’s clothes. I know you can definitely afford to compensate them, but that would still be very rude!”

“I... I know. I’m trying my best!”

Muen’s trembling voice came from inside the fitting room. It was obvious he truly was trying his best.

Ariel blinked, suddenly finding the whole thing amusing.

That awful man was actually being bullied this badly by a piece of clothing that was too small. Honestly...

Serves him right!

Who told him to always tease her?

Now he was finally getting punished for it.

Hmph. I’m absolutely not helping you. You can suffer a little longer!

With her hands behind her back, Ariel hummed happily while wandering through the tailor shop, admiring the old woman’s past works while mentally designing what she wanted her own new outfit to look like.

As for what kind of torment Muen was suffering inside that fitting room because of the too-small outfit...

She could not care less!

...

Inside the fitting room.

Just as Ariel imagined, Muen truly was being tormented terribly by that “small-sized outfit.”

Or rather, not an outfit at all.

It should have been described as a maid wearing only a piece of erotic lingerie, half hanging loose in complete disarray, exposing endless spring scenery while tightly winding herself around Muen.

Her arms wrapped around his powerful back. Their temples rubbed together intimately. Every so often she licked his ears, nibbled his earlobes, constantly teasing a place just as sensitive for men.

At the same time, those smooth, tender fruits wrapped in purple shells—but already half peeled open—continuously rubbed and collided against Muen’s chest, confronting him aggressively before suddenly enveloping him completely.

And lower still, the hollow purple butterfly had likewise already slipped down to her ankles, only to be lifted high again, winding around Muen’s waist and dancing elegantly with every collision.

“Hiss... An, gentler. If you keep... doing this... I won’t be able to hold back.”

Muen breathed heavily. The girl before him had completely abandoned the graceful refinement expected of a personal maid. Every movement she made carried a madness that seemed intent on swallowing Muen whole.

And that very madness was what made it worse.

A dignified maid whose footsteps were usually as precise as if measured with a ruler was now actively lifting her long legs to wrap around his waist, even tightening and sucking deliberately, giving him the sensation that even his soul might be drawn out along with everything else.

How could he not go mad together with her?

Not to mention that Muen was painfully aware of his current situation.

The girl he was supposed to be dating was right outside the door.

If his voice became even slightly louder, she would hear everything clearly.

And if she discovered that while on a date with her, he was inside here doing this sort of shameless thing with another woman...

That Skyfire greatsword would probably flatten the entire district instantly.

Physical stimulation.

Sensory stimulation.

Mental stimulation.

The triple stimulation was like the sweetest poison in existence. Even knowing that drinking it might summon a true hellish battlefield, under the temptation of the little demon before him, Muen found himself completely unable to turn back.

All he could do was beg.

“An... gentler. Really, gentler.”

“Mhm, Young Master... but you’re the one using all the force~”

As their bodies rose and fell together like rolling waves, even An could not help arching her head back and releasing a heated sound.

“I’m merely responding to you...”

“That’s nonsense!”

Muen gritted his teeth.

“You’re wrapping around me this tightly. Are you trying to strangle my precious little treasure to death? It can barely breathe anymore. It’s practically about to spit everything out, you know?”

“Mmm... Young Master already has me so weak all over. How could I possibly still have any strength...”

An lowered her head and leaned against his ear again, whispering softly:

“Or is it because Miss Ariel is right outside... so Young Master feels even more stimulated, and that thing... got bigger?”

“...Nonsense!”

After a brief silence, Muen shouted in embarrassed fury, then retaliated viciously with a thrust.

An’s delicate body arched backward instantly. Unable to maintain her balance on one foot any longer, she was slammed against the fitting room door by Muen with a loud bang.

“Hm? What happened now?”

Ariel’s puzzled voice came from outside.

“N-nothing!”

Embarrassment instantly transformed into panic as Muen hurriedly covered for himself.

“The clothes were too small and blocked my vision. I accidentally bumped into something!”

“Oh, then you really are careless.”

Ariel sounded even more amused outside.

“A single piece of clothing managed to turn you into this pathetic state. How embarrassing!”

“...”

Muen’s cheek twitched.

He lowered his head, only to meet a pair of teasing eyes.

“Young Master really is embarrassing.”

Despite being treated so roughly, An showed not the slightest displeasure. Instead, her refined face flushed even deeper as she smiled softly.

“The girl you’re dating is right outside, yet you’re still this excited.”

“I... I’m not!”

“You’re practically splitting me apart already.”

“That’s because you’re the one seducing me, you evil maid!”

“But it feels wonderful, doesn’t it?”

“N-not at all!”

As she continued teasing him relentlessly, the entire fitting room had already become damp and warm with the increasingly intimate atmosphere.

Yet even while sinking into this gentle paradise that constantly wore down his willpower, Muen suddenly took a deep breath and rallied his spirit once more!

No matter what, even though his body was hopelessly tangled together with this wicked woman, his soul still—

“Hiss!”

Another sharp gasp escaped him.

Before Muen could even finish strengthening his resolve, An seized the opportunity. Her movements suddenly intensified, and after finally accumulating enough strength, she truly launched a counterattack of her own!

In an instant, Muen was completely caught off guard.

Waves crashing against cliffs.

Boulders smashing into deep pools.

Every defense collapsed entirely.

That overwhelming sensation was so exquisite that not only Muen’s will and spirit, but even his soul itself felt close to being completely invaded.

“Mmm... ah!”

As everyone knew, force worked both ways. So while An attacked, she naturally suffered the same impact as well... perhaps even more intensely. Yet when that sweet cry escaped between her lips, Muen noticed a rune on the wall suddenly light up.

Her voice had been sealed away.

None of it reached outside.

But...

“I didn’t block Young Master’s voice.”

An attacked again.

“Hiss!”

Muen’s expression changed repeatedly. That extreme stimulation felt almost like torture, to the point where he nearly ended up harmonizing together with An himself.

No.

Absolutely not.

If those sounds escaped outside, then no matter how dense Ariel was, she would definitely realize something was wrong!

And once that happened, everything would be over!

“If Young Master wants to make noise, then make noise.”

An continued tempting him.

“...No.”

“It’ll feel even better if you cry out.”

“...It won’t.”

“Mmm... it got bigger again. I understand now. Young Master really does find this more stimulating, doesn’t he?”

“...No.”

“Ah... I-I’m close. Young Master’s close too, right... Let’s finish together.”

“...No—wait!”

...

...

In the very end, An collapsed against Muen’s chest, breathing heavily while slowly stroking him.

For such a short amount of time, this was already her limit.

Fortunately, the goal she had envisioned had already been achieved.

“Miss Ariel is clearly right outside, yet Young Master still actually... did it. Young Master really is a scumbag after all.”

“...I-I’m not!”

Muen covered his face. As though completely toyed with and ruined, tears of shame and regret even began slipping out...

...

...

“Wait? What was that supposed to mean?”

Outside the fitting room, hearing Muen suddenly shout those low, hoarse words made Ariel freeze instinctively.

What language was that? Why had she never heard it before?

Just as Ariel was about to ask, the fitting room door—which had remained shut suspiciously long—finally creaked open slowly.

Like some long-sealed treasure finally seeing daylight again, faint wisps of heat drifted outward along with a strange scent. However, as several runes deeper within the fitting room flashed briefly, every trace that could expose what had happened moments ago was completely sealed back behind the door.

“You finally came out!”

Naturally, Ariel noticed nothing strange. She hurried over and circled around Muen once.

“Hm? You didn’t even change clothes? If you didn’t change, then why did you take so long?”

“Well... because I ultimately gave up, changed back into my own clothes, and put everything on again. That whole process naturally takes a long time, doesn’t it?”

Muen stepped out wearing the same neat formal outfit from earlier that morning, without the slightest visible difference.

Except for his expression.

For some reason... there was suddenly a strange sense of transcending worldly affairs, detached from all mortal joy and sorrow.

His entire being... seemed spiritually elevated.

How did changing clothes somehow change his entire aura too?

Ariel scratched her head, assuming it must be her imagination. Still, Muen’s explanation sounded reasonable enough. Trying on clothes that did not fit, removing them again, then changing back into one’s own complicated noble clothing naturally would take a lot of time.

Especially considering the violent struggle he had apparently undergone with those two undersized outfits earlier.

“Hmph. In the end, this is all because of you nobles and your stupid habits!”

Ariel completely accepted the “clothes too small” explanation because she had heard before that some nobles deliberately chose smaller sizes to tighten their waists, lift their chests, and emphasize their figures.

Apparently some noble ladies had even crushed their own waists from tightening themselves too much!

But she had not expected Muen, a man, to have this kind of habit too. Did he also need to tighten his waist and lift his chest to improve his figure?

Ariel pouted, then instinctively looked down at her own chest... only for her gaze to continue downward toward the tips of her little boots, suddenly making her feel oddly offended.

“Don’t start thinking weird things. I just picked the wrong size.”

Muen hurriedly dragged Ariel’s thoughts back onto the proper path. What noble habits? He had not even tried those clothes on at all. There had not been time.

And his eyesight certainly was not that bad. The sizes definitely would have fit.

Of course, he absolutely could not say any of that out loud. It could only remain hidden in his heart for now, becoming one of those “secrets” lovers concealed from each other.

...Wait. Why did this suddenly feel like cheating guilt? I’m literally the blond bastard here!

“There didn’t seem to be anything suitable for me here. Come on, let’s go look at your new outfit instead. This time, I’ll definitely turn you into the most beautiful woman in the world.”

Muen hurriedly shoved all those strange thoughts to the back of his mind, directly catching Ariel’s little hand and rubbing it repeatedly in his palm.

“Hm?”

Ariel narrowed her eyes suspiciously.

“Why are you suddenly being so considerate?”

“Am I? I’ve always been considerate.”

Muen smiled gently.

“I just suddenly realized that finding clothes that truly suit someone isn’t easy either. This time, I’ll wholeheartedly help you.”

“Hmph. Did that even need to be said? You think you’d be allowed to escape?”

Ariel proudly raised her chin, looking exactly like a princess who could monopolize her prince all to herself.