SSS Ranked Awakening: All My Skills Are at Level 100

Chapter 479: Problem Arises—2

The moment she turned around, Leon had seen everything. The way her giant breasts swayed freely with her movement, the weight of them shifting, the soft bounce that followed. Her amazing figure was laid bare down to every detail: the curve of her waist, the flare of her hips, the strong yet feminine lines of her shoulders and back.

Her skin was flawless, smooth like polished marble, with a faint golden glow that seemed to radiate from within. Her nipples were a soft dusky pink, perfectly erect against the cool air, standing out like small buds on the generous mounds of her chest. Below, her pussy was completely bare, the lips smooth and symmetrical, a perfect slit that drew his gaze against his will.

She asked him, her voice carrying a slight awkwardness. Not because she couldn’t wear anything. She was clearly comfortable in her own skin, used to this state of undress. But instead, the awkwardness came from something else entirely.

"Leon, I don’t know how to put this one on."

She held the clothing in her hands, turning it over, examining the unfamiliar design. Her brow was furrowed in genuine confusion. She had never seen garments like these before. In her culture, clothing was simple: wraps, cloaks, harnesses. Pants with separate leg holes were foreign to her.

Leon felt his face heating up. He might have had a slight blush spreading across his cheeks, a warmth that crept up from his neck to his ears. He had self-control built over years of discipline, years of training his mind and body. But even those have limits. He was a man at the end of it all, and if this went on like this, it would be dangerous for his little brother, who was screaming in his pants to be set free. The pressure was building, the fabric of his own trousers growing tight as his body responded to the sight before him.

He hurriedly took the set of clothing from her hand. His fingers brushed against hers, and the contact sent a jolt through him. However, his eyes would be mostly locked on her giant boobs, which looked incredible against her enchanting figure. They were large, full, perfectly shaped, with a slight sag that spoke of their genuine weight. They moved with every breath she took, rising and falling, drawing his gaze like a moth to flame. The nipples were dark and erect, pointing slightly outward, begging to be touched, to be sucked.

If not for the fact she was acting so normal, so natural in her nudity, he would have thought for a moment she was trying to seduce him. But her eyes were innocent, curious, focused entirely on the clothing in his hands. She truly did not understand the effect she was having on him. She had lived her whole life in a culture where bodies were not hidden, where nudity was simply a state of being. To her, this was just another moment, another task.

Leon was in a dilemma. He didn’t know where to start. His eyes roamed over her body, trying to decide what to cover first. Down below was a perfectly smooth and seductive pussy, the lips closed, the slit inviting. Do they naturally have no hair down here? It was the same for Ira. It seemed to be a trait of their species, this complete lack of body hair below the neck. The skin there was as smooth as the rest of her, flawless and tempting.

And then there were her boobs. They seemed to be trying to suck him in, the sheer size and perfection of them demanding his attention. He could get lost in them, between them, buried in their softness. Each one was larger than his head, heavy and full, swaying with every small movement she made. The areolas were large, covering a significant portion of the underside, and the nipples stood proud.

There was also that plump yet toned ass. It was supported by her strong muscles, the glutes defined but covered in a thick layer of soft flesh. The curve of it was perfection, two firm globes that flexed slightly with every shift of her weight. The crack between them was deep, inviting, the shadow of it drawing his gaze downward.

It was a damn hard choice, but Leon knew he had to make it quick. If he acted even slightly unusual, if he stared too long or his hands trembled too much, she might realize what was happening. She might see the hunger in his eyes, the barely contained desire. Right now, she seemed to have forgotten those things, having lived all this while with her own culture and customs where nudity was just a natural state of being. She didn’t think of herself as naked. She just was.

He could end such a good thing right now. He could hand her the top first, cover those magnificent breasts, and reduce the temptation. But it would be a pity, a huge pity. His eyes lingered on her boobs, on the way they moved, the way the light played across their surface. He wanted to see them for just a little longer.

At the end, he gave her the pants. She was facing him as she took them, her boobs in full view, those giant mounds swaying as she reached out. He can’t let them be hidden. Not yet.

He told her how she had to put her legs in between the two holes and slide it up. He explained it slowly, carefully, his voice steady despite the turmoil inside him. She listened intently, her eyes on his face, then on the garment.

She did exactly just that in front of him. Both legs went in, sliding through her smooth skin as the fabric traveled up her calves. The material was thin and flexible, hugging her legs like a second skin. It slid up her thighs effortlessly, the dark fabric contrasting against her golden skin. It traveled higher, higher, until it got stuck on the plump mountain of her ass.

She pushed it while swaying her ass a bit left and right, trying to make it reach the top. Her hips gyrated in a slow, hypnotic rhythm. The fabric stretched taut against her cheeks, then loosened, then stretched again as her body fought to accommodate the clothing. The curve of her ass was on full display, the fabric straining to contain it. With each sway, a little more of the pants climbed upward, inching over the resistant flesh.

Leon was watching the show, almost lost in the display. She looked so sexy right now, her body moving, her muscles flexing, her ass swaying as she struggled with the simple task. After a bit of struggle, those struggling moments to put it past the hurdles of her ass, it was a heavenly show for Leon. The pants finally slid over the widest part of her hips and settled into place, hugging her lower body like a second skin.

Archon Vyra started to move around a little after she was done wearing the pants, which covered all the way to her toes. They were light and flexible, like an extra layer of thin skin over her. She lifted her legs, twisted her hips, bent her knees. It did feel a bit weird right now, the constant pressure of the fabric against her skin was something she was not used to. But she could feel she would get used to it. The material was not only so flexible but also not easy to be torn. She liked them very much.

While she was getting used to her new pants, Leon was standing silently, watching the best show in the universe as her boobs swayed with every breath she took. They moved freely above the waistline of the pants, still completely exposed. And those pants didn’t hide those sexy curves of her body. The fabric clung to every contour, every dip and curve of her powerful thighs, the flare of her hips, the roundness of her ass. It was like she was wearing nothing at all, except now there was a tantalizing layer of dark material that enhanced rather than hid her form.

She looked down at herself, running her hands over her hips, her thighs, her ass. "This is... strange. But I like it. The material moves with me, not against me."

Her fingers traced down her sides, over her waist, then down to her thighs. Leon followed every movement of her hands, his mouth growing dry, his pants growing tighter.

Then she asked, "What next?"

Leon deliberated for a moment. His mind was racing, his body aching. He took out the boots first. They matched the color of the pants perfectly, a white with red pattern that would complement her red skin. They were of the right size, designed for her specific foot shape. They had wind enchantment woven into the leather, a subtle magic that would increase her speed and agility. For her strength, she would get like two to three percent boost at most. Still, it was something, a small advantage in combat.

He gave her the boots and told her to put her feet inside them.

She looked a bit confused as to why the hole on the top was small. She examined the boots, turning them over, looking into the narrow opening. It should be bigger. Her feet were not small; they were strong and wide, built for combat and running. The hole seemed impossibly narrow.

But when Leon told her it was possible, that the boots were designed to fit snugly, she trusted him.

She tried bending down from her waist, her boobs hanging forward, swaying with the movement. She tried to force her feet inside with brute strength. It didn’t go in the first time. The leather was stiff, the opening too narrow. She applied more force, her muscles bulging, her face reddening with effort. The boot bent slightly, creaking under the pressure. She was frustrated now, her brow furrowed. She was just about to unleash her mana, to force the issue with raw power, when she increased her strength further.

Leon’s voice came abruptly in the middle, sharp and urgent. Stop it! It would be damaged before you even wore them."

She stopped, her muscles relaxing, her hands still holding the boot. She looked up at him, her eyes wide with confusion.

"Then how do I do it?"

Leon took a deep breath, forcing his voice to stay calm. " That’s not how you do it."hen found a point on the mountainside to focus on.