After being affectionately hugged and nuzzled by Beacai, Isis gently pushed her away and said, “Now it’s your turn, Beacai.”
Beacai had promised earlier that if she wore this dress, Isis could choose the clothes she liked and make her try them on one by one.
To Isis, this was pure torture. She disliked frequently trying on dresses. In her days as a goddess, her divine gowns were all created with her own divine power.
Later, when she adopted Nona and lived in Angel Town, her feelings remained the same. Apart from the annoyance, the high prices of these dresses left her feeling impoverished.
Beacai, however, had the opposite view. Her eyes sparkled with anticipation as she gazed at the dresses Isis had chosen.
“What kind of clothes is Mommy going to pick for me?”
“Can I try on anything in this store?”
Isis smiled slightly, a hint of mischief in her expression. The shop assistant sensed something unusual from her tone, realizing she was up to something.
Only Beacai remained unruffled, her anticipation undiminished.
After getting Beacai’s consent, Isis began to search through the store for various dresses, from youthful girlish styles to mature miniskirt uniforms. She brought each one to Beacai, who tried them on without hesitation.
The changing room door opened and closed repeatedly as Beacai emerged in new outfits, each time filling the air with a fresh, girlish scent. Her every appearance left the shop assistant covering her mouth in astonishment at her beauty.
Despite her changed face, Beacai’s essence remained unchanged. Whatever dress she wore, she exuded an air of innocence, almost like a harmless neighbor’s little sister.
But Isis knew the truth. Beneath that innocent facade, Beacai was wild and twisted.
Isis picked out a black-and-white maid dress for Beacai to try. Shortly afterward, Beacai emerged from the changing room, her presence immediately capturing the shop assistant’s gaze.
The maid dress enhanced Beacai’s innocence, making her seem even more pure and sweet. She held up one side of her skirt with one hand, while the other pointed shyly at her red lips, her naivety and innocence captivating the shop assistant, who wanted to hug her close and fondle her.
Isis couldn’t help but glance at her a few more times, but her interest wasn’t in Beacai’s innocence. Rather, it was the stark contrast that intrigued her.
The once malevolent and chaotic goddess now wore a maid dress, her innocent and obedient expression a far cry from her usual madness. This intense contrast fascinated Isis.
A maid who makes mistakes deserves punishment, Isis thought. In that moment, she had the urge to bend Beacai over her knee and spank her.
There was no stopping it. Beacai in a maid dress was just too tempting, especially considering all the outrageous things she had done to Isis. Without a good spanking, Isis couldn’t calm down.
No, even if she did spank Beacai, she wouldn’t feel any better unless Beacai set her free!
Isis’s thoughts began to wander, and from Beacai’s perspective, it seemed as if her mom was lost in admiration of her appearance, completely smitten.
This realization brought a slight smile to Beacai’s lips.
Holding up her skirt, Beacai gracefully turned in front of Isis, looking like a blooming flower. This movement caused the shop assistant to cover her mouth in awe, nearly praising Beacai to the skies.
Tucking a strand of silver hair behind her ear, Beacai asked with a smile, “Mommy, do you like seeing me in this kind of dress?”
Her question snapped Isis back to reality. Though Beacai still looked innocent, Isis sensed a hidden darkness. And beneath the maid dress, her black stockings were incredibly alluring.
“Of course I do. If you were a real maid, it would be even better.” Isis replied.
If Beacai were a maid, not a chaotic goddess, none of this would have happened. That was what Isis meant, but Beacai misunderstood. Instead, she leaned in close and said, “I can be your personal maid, taking care of you and only you.”
“Take care of me? You should focus on taking care of yourself first.” Isis retorted.
A twisted goddess like Beacai was the last thing Isis needed. She would only bring endless torment.
The shop assistant, unaware of their dynamic, chimed in, “Miss, you’re still young. Your mother doesn’t need your care right now. When you grow up a bit more and become more responsible, maybe then your mother will need your help.”
Beacai, looking young and innocent in her maid dress, seemed like a teenager of fifteen or sixteen. This led the shop assistant to believe Isis meant that Beacai was too young to take care of anyone.
This misunderstanding only made Beacai smile more broadly.
“So, Mommy meant that, huh? I’ll work hard to take care of myself!”
As Beacai took Isis’s arm, Isis was momentarily taken aback but didn’t explain further. Instead, her gaze toward the shop assistant held a hint of resignation.
If Beacai hadn’t initially wanted to gouge out the shop assistant’s eyes, she might now wish to sew another mouth on her, encouraging her to speak more.
“Try on this one next, a princess dress. It’s complicated to put on and will take a lot of time, but I’m sure you’ll look stunning in it.” Isis said, pulling out a princess dress she had prepared earlier and placing it in front of Beacai for another try.
While Beacai was trying on other clothes, Isis had already surveyed the store’s layout, planning an escape route. If Beacai took long enough to dress up, Isis would have her chance to slip away.
So, the complicated princess dress was brought out at just the right moment.
Beacai, unaware of Isis’s plans, took the dress with the same innocent smile, saying, “When I come out, Mommy, you better be ready for a surprise!”
“Oh, really? I’ll be waiting.” Isis replied with a smile.
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Entering the changing room, Beacai spread the princess dress out on a nearby cabinet, staring at the intricate lace decorations, lost in thought.
Before, she had boasted to her mom about looking stunning, but now she realized she had no idea how to wear this dress. In the past, her divine gowns were always chosen and prepared by her lesser demons, and she had never really browsed through clothing stores.
Now, seeing the princess dress, she understood just how complex a dress could be.
Picking up several ribbons, her first thought wasn’t about their softness or the fabric’s luxury, but rather, “How do I tie these?” and “Where do they go?”
Putting down the ribbons, she looked at the nearby lace decorations… What were they for? Part of the princess dress? Had she brought them in with the dress?
Her fists clenched involuntarily. The once proud and haughty goddess was now sweating in the changing room, overwhelmed by a single dress.
But thinking of the grand claims she had made to her mom, how could she back down now? Even with no experience wearing such a dress, she forced it onto herself, carefully arranging each ribbon and decoration to look as natural as possible.
For the places she couldn’t figure out, she used a bit of magic to make them look as if they were properly tied.
After finishing, she stood in front of the mirror in the changing room, adjusting a few things, and only then did a smile of anticipation return to her face.
Mommy would surely be amazed by her!
Time had passed, and Mommy must be waiting impatiently outside. She should hurry out.
Opening the changing room door, she was about to call out “Mommy!” but found the area in front of the changing room empty.
“Mommy?”
She hesitated, looking around, but there was no sign of Isis.
“Mommy? Where are you?”
Holding up the heavy skirts of the princess dress, she walked through the aisles of clothing, drawing curious glances from other customers.
But she paid them no mind, searching for Isis among the racks, as time ticked by. Eventually, her heart grew weary.
Had she taken too long, causing Mommy to lose patience? Or was it that…
From the very beginning, she was being tricked?
Isis had only pretended to let her try on clothes, all to escape from her side. Even knowing she was an all-powerful goddess, Isis was willing to take that tiny chance of escaping…
The magic holding the dress together faded, and the lace decorations on her dress became disheveled. The carefully tied sections came undone, and the skirt became uneven, making her look disheveled.
If Mommy had run away, who would she wear this dress for?
And why didn’t Mommy… just like her?
Her hand clutched the skirt, and she bit her lip, wondering if she should use her divine power to change into a new dress. But just then, a familiar voice came from behind her.
“What’s wrong, Beacai? You can’t figure out how to wear this dress, can you?”
The speaker seemed to have noticed her predicament, and there was a hint of amusement in her voice. Beacai’s heart leapt with joy, and she quickly turned around to see Isis standing there, holding a few more new dresses, clearly intending for Beacai to try them on.
Next to Isis was the shop assistant, also holding several dresses, her face filled with anticipation.
Isis hadn’t run away at all; she had only gone to fetch more dresses, continuing her plan to torment Beacai.