Tailoring to Fit (Part 1)

Xuan Ya looked at the little creature before her, every strand of fur on its body exuding “obedience” and “I’m super easy to manage”…

Her mood was truly a bit complicated.

The smoldering anger that had been lingering in her heart softened somewhat in the face of this extreme, soft, and cute contrast.

She let out an almost imperceptible sigh and finally asked the question that had been lingering in her mind: “Why did you become like this?”

“It’s a long story…”

Lu Qiancha once again recounted her past experiences, but still omitted the matter of the demonic sword.

“…”

Xuan Ya was silent for a long time.
Finally, she stood up and stood before this little wolf cub.

Her gaze, as calm as water, fell on the pair of deep blue eyes that reflected her own figure.
She said, word for word, as steady as a rock: “In the future, if you encounter any more difficult matters, remember to tell your master.”

“Okay, Master.”

Lu Qiancha’s voice was crisp, and she nodded vigorously.

Xuan Ya paused, as if she had remembered something, and then added unnaturally, “If you have any confusion about trivial matters of life, matters of the heart, and the like, you can also come and ask your master.”

“Mm-hm, okay, Master.”

Lu Qiancha once again nodded like she was pounding garlic.

Xuan Ya waved her hand, signaling that she could leave.

Only then did Lu Qiancha’s tense nerves completely relax.
Her small figure turned into a gust of deep blue wind and disappeared outside the door of the north wing in the blink of an eye.

Xuan Ya: “…”

She looked at the door that was still swaying slightly.

In her heart, a ripple of emotions called “bewilderment” and “unfamiliarity” spread out.

The next day, the east began to whiten.

Xuan Ya pushed open the door to her quiet room, and the faint morning light, like broken gold, sprinkled on the steps before her.

As she looked up.

She saw the little blue-furred wolf cub, bathed in the thin morning light, leisurely strolling in the courtyard.

“Good morning, Master!”

Lu Qiancha’s voice was as refreshing as the morning dew.
She waved her little paw generously in Xuan Ya’s direction.

“Mm, good morning.”

Xuan Ya nodded slightly.

Her gaze fell on the little creature, and the heavy sense of a master-disciple boundary in her heart seemed to have been cracked by this overwhelming intimacy.

‘Perhaps it’s not entirely a bad thing that Qiancha has become like this?’

The two of them slowly approached each other.

Lu Qiancha tilted her little face up without any guard, her blue eyes reflecting the morning glow and her master’s figure.

At that moment, an impulse, as if from a ghost, seized Xuan Ya.

She subconsciously reached out her right hand and touched the little wolf cub’s little head.

Her palm landed, warm, soft, and fluffy, with a faint warmth that was instantly transmitted back to her senses through her fingertips.

The sensation was surprisingly comforting.

“Ngh…”

Lu Qiancha’s ears twitched reflexively.
Not only did she not dodge, but she even stood on her tiptoes, so that the top of her head could more comfortably nuzzle against her master’s slightly cool palm.

At this moment, Lu Qiancha’s little face wore an expression of contentment from being petted.

Xuan Ya felt the dependent-like nuzzle under her palm, but her brows furrowed almost imperceptibly…

A question that seemed extremely illogical to her slipped out: “Is it very comfortable to be touched like this?”

“Mm… it’s… it’s quite comfortable.”

Being asked so bluntly, Lu Qiancha’s little face instantly turned red with a “swish.”

Her voice instantly dropped, and a thick wave of shyness was almost caught in her throat: “It’s a tingling itch, and it’s very reassuring.”

Xuan Ya: “…”

She didn’t press further, but instead moved her hand to Lu Qiancha’s large tail, which was swaying gently unconsciously.
It was fluffy, thick, and had a first-class feel.

“Ngh-ngh—!”

Lu Qiancha’s body trembled violently, almost jumping up on the spot.
A short, suppressed hum, tinged with an indescribable excitement, escaped from her throat, and her little face instantly turned red.

“…?” Xuan Ya’s movement suddenly paused.
She keenly caught the abnormal sound, which didn’t sound like pain, her eyes filled with scrutiny and confusion: “…Is it very uncomfortable?”

‘Could it be that touching her tail hurts?’

“…The… the tail is a bit… s-sensitive.” Lu Qiancha forced herself to suppress the strange sensation of her spine tingling all the way to the tip of her tail after being touched.
Her voice trembled violently, and the roots of her ears were red enough to drip blood: “After being touched like this… the… the body will… will become a little strange.”

She paused, as if she had thrown caution to the wind, buried her face even lower, and spoke rapidly: “B-but, Master can touch it however you want! This level, this disciple… can endure it!”

Xuan Ya’s gaze was fixed on the unnatural flush on the small face and the evasive blue eyes.
Her fingertips unconsciously rubbed the thick tail again.

She watched as the little creature’s body instantly tensed up even more, like a fully drawn bowstring.

Xuan Ya looked at Lu Qiancha’s drifting gaze and withdrew her hand.

Then she stood with her hands behind her back, resuming her usual cool and aloof posture: “Don’t let anyone touch your tail in the future, understand?”

“Mm-hm… this disciple understands.”

Lu Qiancha let out a long sigh, as if granted a great amnesty, and quickly and properly cupped her little paws in a salute.

Xuan Ya nodded slightly.
She looked at the slightly ill-fitting cotton-padded jacket on Lu Qiancha and said after a moment of thought, “Qiancha, since you’ve transformed into this body, have you ever taken detailed measurements of your body’s dimensions?”

“No.” Lu Qiancha shook her head honestly, and the pair of deep blue little ears on top of her head also swayed playfully from side to side.

“Come with me into the room.
This master will take your measurements and tailor a set of well-fitting sect robes for you.”

Xuan Ya said, and then with light steps, she walked towards her bedroom.

“Okay!”

Lu Qiancha’s eyes instantly lit up, and her voice was filled with excitement.
‘Daoist robes are comfortable and elegant.’

‘Most importantly—they come with high-level cleansing formations and basic protective restrictions, so there’s no need to worry about them getting dirty or worn out.’

‘They’re much more practical than junior sister’s light, restrictive little dresses that are only good for looking at!’

Stepping into Xuan Ya’s simple, elegant, and cool quiet room, a faint, lingering fragrance of cold plum blossoms filled the air.

Xuan Ya took out a crape myrtle wood measuring ruler with a warm, wood-grain luster from her storage ring and said to Lu Qiancha, “Take off your shoes and socks.”

“Okay, Master.”

Lu Qiancha quickly kicked off the slightly clumsy, soft-soled cloth shoes on her feet and then deftly peeled off the thin layer of white tights.

A pair of pink, small, and exquisitely shaped bare feet stepped onto the cool, green jade stone floor.

Each toe was plump and round, with a healthy, pale pink color.
They curled slightly from the cold stone floor.

Xuan Ya had her stand straight with her back against the smooth, cold wall.
She held the wooden ruler and first measured a few times in the air above Lu Qiancha’s head, visually determining the highest point.

Then, with a very faint glimmer of spiritual energy at her fingertip, she carved an extremely fine, horizontal silver line on the wall Lu Qiancha was leaning against.
Then, she measured the line several times with the wooden ruler.

‘About four feet… a bit too short.’

‘This height can already be considered in the category of a young girl…’

‘But, maybe she can still grow taller in the future.’ Xuan Ya threw the thought out of her head and took out a soft gold thread ruler.

She wrapped it around Lu Qiancha’s neck once, measured the size, and memorized it.

Then Xuan Ya said to Lu Qiancha, “Take off your clothes.”