Ethan watched with shining eyes as Ophelia's garments dissolved under the touch of her own magic.
Black shadowy forms writhed around her body, gliding over every inch of exposed skin before solidifying once more into fabric.
The same bodysuit from before took shape over her, clinging to her body and tracing every voluptuous curve.
This time, however, the fabric was even thinner and more revealing.
Her pale skin showed through subtly beneath the stretchy material, creating a mesmerizing contrast between the garment's absolute black and the ivory tone underneath.
Her luscious, heavy breasts—too full to even come close to fitting in any man's hand—were almost entirely covered.
The only exception was two small, carefully cut circular holes that framed her nipples.
Resting over the exposed pink buds were two yellow talismans covered in inscriptions that Ethan recognized as Mandarin characters.
The same pattern repeated itself between her legs.
