Lust System: Harem in Modern World

Vera nodded obediently and followed the shopping assistant into the fitting room. Ryan waited by the door and asked as soon as she came out, "Did you get your measurements?"

The salesperson smiled professionally and said, "I measured her at 32D. Your girlfriend may look slim, but she has a great figure."

Vera blushed and rolled her eyes. "You're seriously asking about my measurements? You're sick."

"What secrets can there be between a couple?" Ryan teased.

The salesperson chimed in with a smile, "Don't be shy, miss. It's not every day you see a boyfriend or husband accompany someone to buy lingerie."

"And what makes you think he's my boyfriend?" Vera shot back, both embarrassed and annoyed.

The shopping assistant laughed gently. "Well, if you're shopping for lingerie together, he's unlikely to be your father given your age. Brothers don't usually do this kind of shopping, and a brother-in-law would be even more unusual."

Vera lowered her head, her face red with embarrassment, and muttered something under her breath.

"Come on, baby, pick whatever style you like," Ryan said, taking her hand and guiding her through the store.

He stopped in front of a display and picked up a purple lace set. "What about this one?" he asked.

The fabric was light and sheer, with a subtle hint of sexiness that wasn't too revealing. Vera gave it a quick glance and said, "That's way too mature—something my older sisters would wear."

"But you always say you're not a child," Ryan pointed out.

"I know, but I still don't like purple," Vera said shyly.

Seeing how uncomfortable she was, Ryan relented. "Fine, you choose," he said, sitting down in a chair near the entrance to scroll on his phone.

Vera eventually picked out two sets of lingerie, each costing just over a hundred dollars—some of the more affordable options in the store. Ryan paid for them without hesitation and then led her to the store next door.

"Brother-in-law, I've already bought what I need," Vera protested.

"Two sets aren't enough," Ryan replied matter-of-factly. "I've seen your closet—there's barely a bra in there. The ones you have now must not fit well, and you need to replace them."

His bluntness made Vera flush even redder. She muttered a quiet complaint under her breath, calling him increasingly out of line.

Ryan placed his hands gently on her shoulders and said in a serious tone, "Listen, baby, wearing ill-fitting underwear isn't just uncomfortable—it can affect your heart and breathing. You need to take this seriously, okay?"

"I know, I know!"

Vera didn't dare get angry and shyly followed Ryan, clutching the shopping bag in her hand.

"Pure cotton is the most comfortable, but silk is also nice. You can try a few to see which feels better," Ryan said as they walked.

This time, he held her hand while they strolled. Vera didn't protest—she had silently accepted it—but kept her head lowered, her face flushed with embarrassment.

"Baby, try this one," Ryan suggested, picking out another item. "Don't worry about feeling exposed. If the bra is too thick in summer, it'll make you overheat. And besides, it's underwear—no one's going to see it. What are you afraid of?"

Hearing this, the shopping assistants nearby chimed in with compliments. "You're so lucky, miss! Your boyfriend is so thoughtful. It's rare to see a man take this much care when shopping for lingerie."

This time, Vera didn't argue. She just blushed and quietly said, "Brother… um, I'll go try it on."

"Good!" Ryan replied with a satisfied smile.

Vera seemed more at ease now, no longer as tense or awkward. She even found a few bras she liked, though she hesitated at the prices. Without a second thought, Ryan paid for them all, selecting her size each time.

After buying five sets of underwear—spending over a thousand dollars—Vera felt a bit dazed. She couldn't help but think her mother would definitely not approve of such an extravagant expense.

"Baby, let's keep shopping," Ryan said cheerfully. "Today, your brother-in-law is risking his life to spoil you."

"Ah?" Vera looked at him, puzzled. "But I've already bought everything. Why keep shopping?"

Ryan leaned in close and said softly, "Your closet is practically empty. The only clothes in there are hand-me-downs from your older sisters."

His words made Vera's ears turn red. She didn't protest this time. Ryan smiled, noticing how adorable her reddened ears looked. As he leaned closer, he caught a faint, milky fragrance from her skin. Instinctively, he swallowed hard, resisting an urge to get even closer.

Instead, he gently blew warm air near her ear as he spoke, causing her to shiver slightly and grip his hand tighter.

Her face glowing with embarrassment, Vera let herself be pulled from store to store. They picked out camisole dresses, tube tops, and nightgowns.

"Brother, I don't need shoes!" Vera finally protested when they stopped at a sports shoe store.

She felt increasingly awkward calling him "brother-in-law," especially now. Sitting with him in the store, surrounded by shopping bags of various sizes, she looked down at her hands, overwhelmed.

The clothes he had purchased were all from high-end stores, and the total cost was almost three thousand dollars—an astronomical figure to her. She couldn't help but feel flattered, but also unsure how to react.

She felt both flattered and nervous.

So much so that when Ryan knelt in front of her and started removing her sandals as they sat on the chair, she blushed deeply, too shy to say anything.

"Baby, it's important to wear shoes that fit properly," Ryan said. "Otherwise, your feet can get deformed, which could cause problems later."

He gently held her small, delicate feet in his hands. Her skin was soft and fair, with faintly visible veins that gave them a fragile, almost porcelain-like quality. Even though Ryan wasn't particularly drawn to feet, he couldn't help but find hers adorable.

"Stop it! That tickles!" Vera protested as his rough hands began caressing her feet in an undeniably playful manner. She trembled and tried to pull her feet away, but Ryan held them firmly.

"Brother-in-law, you're such a pervert! What's so interesting about feet? They probably smell."

"If there's a smell, it's a sweet one," Ryan teased with a grin. He lifted one of her feet closer, pretending to sniff it dramatically, his playful antics growing bolder.

"Ugh, you're a gross, perverted brother-in-law!" Vera huffed, though her voice was soft and carried a hint of coquettishness.

"And your brother-in-law loves being a little perverted with you," Ryan replied smoothly, clearly enjoying her reaction.

He picked up her other foot, removed her sandal, and lightly stroked it, looking entirely too pleased with himself.