Hermione clutched the dangerous yoga suit in her hand, her face flushed, and she walked somewhat nervously towards the dressing room.
I'm going to try it on.
As soon as Hermione entered the dressing room, Trillian leaned close to Draco, her tone full of teasing. "Young master, you're so naughty~ You deliberately chose that outfit, did you want to see Hermione blush?"
"That's called adding some spice, you know? I'm just adding a little something extra to my mundane life." Draco grinned wickedly.
"Young master, what kind of fun should we have between us? Teach me~" Trillian's voice was drawn out as she pressed against him, her soft breasts resting on Draco's arm.
"Stop it!" Draco immediately stepped aside, warning in a low voice, " Hermione's still inside, behave yourself!"
"It's nothing~" Trillian stuck to her like a leech, "This little girl is still struggling in front of the mirror inside."
"You're getting more and more outrageous!" Draco said, his hand landing on her firm, round buttocks behind her, giving them a squeeze.
"Ah!" Trillian exclaimed in a short, sweet voice, which was particularly clear in the quiet living room.
"Shh--! Do you want to die?" Draco's expression changed, and he quickly covered Trillian's mouth, whispering an urgent rebuke.
As Draco relaxed his grip slightly, he murmured softly, "When will the young master punish me?"
"Be honest. Come back and talk to me about this when you can handle Hermione." Draco withdrew his hand.
"Oh..." Trillian pleaded sweetly, "Young Master, aren't you going to help me? I can't handle Hermione by myself."
"I don't want to get killed by Hermione," Draco, then flashed a peace sign. "Didn't you see the look in her eyes just now?"
" Hermione's ruthless?" Trillian asked in surprise.
"Of course," Draco affirmed.
Trillian clicked her tongue and muttered, "Then I'd better tone it down, or my happy life will be ruined..."
She said she would restrain herself, but her actions were quite the opposite; her restless hand groped downwards along Draco's waist.
"You call this restraint?" Draco swiftly grabbed her unruly hand, locking her wrist firmly.
"It's alright~" Trillian said confidently, "Anyway, you'll definitely save your first time for Hermione, so you're just playing around with me now. You can't do anything to me, can you?"
"That's too much! Watch out, or I'll kick you out!"
Draco's cold warning prompted Trillian to adopt a pitiful, tearful demeanor, saying, "Young Master, are you willing to do this?"
"Alright, stop pretending." Draco released his grip. "You're always trying to make me make mistakes, aren't you? You want to climb the social ladder, don't you?"
"No," Trillian shook her head and said seriously, "How could I possibly shake the young master and young mistress's relationship?"
In fact, Trillian thoroughly enjoyed this ambiguous and intimate relationship with Draco, which she kept secret from Hermione; the thrill of it was irresistible to her.
But it won't go too far, mainly because Draco wouldn't allow it.
"Good to know." Draco tugged at her cheek.
"Mmm!" Trillian replied obediently.
An ambiguous struggle was unfolding outside the corridor, while inside the dressing room, just as Trillian had said, Hermione was torn for a long time.
"Just try it once... anyway, it's only for that pervert to see." Hermione encouraged herself, then changed into the yoga outfit.
When she finished changing and stood in front of the mirror, she froze. She was undeniably curvaceous, but the tightness also created an awkward crease.
Hermione's face flushed instantly as her gaze fell on the awkward lines created by the tight-fitting clothes; this was far more inappropriate than a swimsuit.
"Oh my god! This is so embarrassing..." Hermione hurriedly looked away, frantically trying to pull at her clothes to cover herself.
But the more she tried to cover it up, the more obvious it became, and the tighter the fabric stretched. Hermione couldn't help but exclaim, " Draco, what kind of clothes did you pick out?!"
"Hurry up, young master! There's Fawley!" Trillian shoved Draco, her eyes full of excitement and mockery.
Her push snapped Draco back to his senses. He heard Hermione's angry and embarrassed cry, but he feigned concern and strode towards the dressing room, opening the door and asking, "Honey? Are you feeling unwell?"
Hermione had her back to him, her hands pressed tightly against her buttocks to cover the glaring line. Hermione screamed, " Draco Malfoy! What are you doing in here? Get out!"
"Are you really alright?" Draco, approaching.
Sensing Draco's approach, Hermione felt even more ashamed. She frantically tried to cover herself, quickly turning and shoving him as she walked away.
"Get out! Get out! Don't look!"
"Okay, okay, I'll go out, don't rush me..."
"Bang!" Hermione slammed the locker room door shut.
Draco retreated sullenly to the living room. Trillian grinned mischievously and leaned closer. "Young Master, did you see the Fawley?"
"I didn't see anything," Draco said, pulling his gaze away from the door and shaking his head with a hint of regret.
"Tsk tsk." Trillian pouted and shook her head, "Who told you to be so slow to react? Opportunities are fleeting, young master~"
Just then, the lock on the tightly closed dressing room door turned, and the door was slowly pulled open a crack. Hermione emerged, her face still flushed, a hint of embarrassment lingering in her eyes.
She had changed back into her original clothes, clutching the embarrassing yoga outfit in her hand, and walked up to Draco.
" Draco Malfoy! Put away that kind of weird hobby from now on!" Hermione threw the clothes at Draco in annoyance.
"Honey, you've misunderstood. This really is the latest yoga outfit. The design makes it easier to stretch during yoga poses, especially minimizing the feeling of restriction on the hips and inner thighs, which is good for blood circulation..." Draco blurted out.
" Draco Malfoy, stop spouting that nonsense about blood circulation! These shorts are so short you can see... you can see that mark!" Hermione didn't believe his nonsense at all.
She simply couldn't bring herself to say that shameful word.
"It really is the latest style this year, young mistress. If you don't want it, I'll take it and change into it." After saying that, Trillian reached for the bundle of clothes in Draco's arms.
"No!" Hermione immediately stopped her, thinking, "What if you wore this? Wouldn't that just encourage you to flaunt yourself in front of my husband every day, seducing his restless eyes?"
Thinking of this, Hermione looked at Draco beside her and urged him impatiently, "Put it away quickly, and don't take it out again."
"Honey, there's no one else around, just the three of us. Why don't you try it on? It's very breathable." Draco tried to persuade her.
"Don't use that as an excuse!" Hermione retorted. "Who would dress so shamefully... Would you even wear that yourself?"
"Sure!" Draco replied without hesitation, "But I'm wearing men's compression pants, wait a minute!"