Draco put away the yoga clothes he was holding, walked to the built-in wardrobe next to him, and neatly arranged the clothes.
He then went into the locker room.
The locker room door closed softly. A moment later, Draco had a sudden thought. He silently opened the system panel and tapped the screen.
After exchanging his clothes for a set of minimalist and stylish men's compression yoga pants, Draco quickly changed into the new clothes, straightened his shirt, gently parted the curtain of the changing room, and walked out.
"Look, isn't this a men's yoga outfit? It matches perfectly." Draco was shirtless, revealing his chest and abs, and wearing black compression shorts.
The trousers hugged his lower body, not only outlining the lines of his legs but also perfectly showcasing his impressive figure.
"Ah!" Hermione glanced at it, and her face instantly turned bright red. She hurriedly covered her eyes, her voice trembling.
"You—you go inside right now! There are outsiders here!!"
Trillian smiled and looked her over, saying, "It's alright, young mistress. Anyway, I only know the surface, not the inside."
" Trillian! You—!" Hearing such lewd words, Hermione was incredibly embarrassed and annoyed, wishing she could escape the awkward atmosphere immediately, completely at a loss for words.
Before Hermione could calm down, Trillian's gaze fell on Draco with an air of nonchalance, staring at him intently. "I didn't expect you to be so well-endowed, young master..." she exclaimed in surprise.
"Haven't we been abstaining from sex until now? Of course we can grow freely. If we overuse it at a young age, we'll probably be ruined," Draco explained proudly, without any hesitation.
"That makes sense!" Trillian Lian nodded repeatedly, looking enlightened. "No wonder you have such good energy, young master."
"That's enough, you two!" Hermione couldn't stand it anymore as the two chatted about such intimate and private topics as if no one else was around. She urged Draco, "Change back right now! Immediately!"
"Alright, alright..." Draco said helplessly.
After speaking, he turned around and went into the locker room again, changed out of his compression shorts and into his gym outfit from the morning.
"Young Madam, can you handle it tonight? Young Master's pants... are so outrageous," Trillian teased curiously.
Hermione's cheeks flushed again at the question. She avoided Trillian's gaze, not wanting to discuss this sensitive topic, but many images and thoughts kept popping into her mind uncontrollably.
Indeed, every night after lights out, that rascal would act like he was on steroids, clinging to her, kissing and hugging her, his hands always wandering... He wasn't much during the day, but became incredibly vigorous in bed?
It seems I'll have to force this guy to exercise more and burn more energy during the day from now on, otherwise he really won't be able to handle it at night...
What am I thinking?! Hermione shook her head violently, then quickly banished these nonsensical thoughts from her mind.
At that moment, the locker room door opened again, and Draco changed back into his normal clothes, no longer appearing as naked as before.
Hermione breathed a sigh of relief, but her eyes couldn't help glancing at his lower body. Only after confirming it was safe did she clear her throat.
"Get me a good one right now, I need one that suits my style, you know!" Hermione tried to regain her composure.
"If I'm satisfied, is there a reward?" Draco asked, seeking a reward.
"Isn't my willingness to practice yoga with you the best reward? Do you dare ask for anything else?"
"It was clearly your own idea to practice," Draco muttered to himself.
"Stop talking nonsense!" Hermione blushed again, glared at him, and pretended to be assertive. "Just do it when I tell you to, don't dawdle."
"Okay, okay, I'll arrange it for you right away."
Draco waved his hand, conjuring up a set of clothes out of thin air.
The top is a loose-fitting off-white cotton short-sleeved sports cover-up, paired with a pure white seamless slim-fit sports vest underneath, and the bottom is a pair of white high-waisted, elegant, tight-fitting shorts.
After showing the clothes, Draco held them in his palm and handed them to Hermione: "Honey, what do you think of this outfit? I chose it exactly to your liking, and it'll be comfortable and relaxing for yoga too."
Hermione took the clothes, unfolded them, and examined them carefully. The fabric was soft, and the cut was simple. Hermione nodded. "They're really nice."
"Wow! Young Master!" Trillian stared longingly at the outfit. "Can you get me one too? I'm really tempted."
"That's a nice idea. This kind of custom-made style is a special privilege that only my wife can enjoy; no one else gets it." Draco didn't give her any room for negotiation.
"How could you do this!" Trillian pouted. "You can't be biased, young master, you have to treat everyone equally!"
"No means no, and favoritism can only be given to one person."
Listening to the two bickering, Hermione's lips curled up. She picked up her clothes and went into the dressing room to change, satisfied.
As soon as the door closed, Trillian immediately changed her expression, winking playfully at Draco: "Young Master, how was my acting? Wasn't that 'I want it too' particularly natural?"
"Very nice," Draco praised without reservation.
Overjoyed at the praise, Trillian reached out for a reward, "I behaved so well, is there any small reward?"
"Isn't fostering the relationship between the young master and young mistress your job? What reward do you want? You're greedy."
"Isn't that what I learned from you, young master! When you're trying to make the young mistress happy, don't you always have to give her a little something in return?" Trillian said matter-of-factly.
"Then I'll learn from the young mistress," Draco said with a smile.
Speechless, Trillian could only huff angrily. Not long after, the locker room door opened.
Hermione came out after changing her clothes. This time, she didn't hide anything and openly showed off her new outfit.
Beneath the loose, off-white cardigan, the outline of a fitted vest underneath was faintly visible, and the high-waisted shorts perfectly hugged her hips, making her look incredibly pure and captivating.
"Wow!" Even Trillian, who was used to seeing Hermione's various outfits, was stunned and exclaimed sincerely, "Young Madam, you are so beautiful! This dress is simply made for you!"
Trillian thought to herself, "Sure enough, this pure and aloof feeling is Hermione's killer move—the young master's eyes are glued to her."
Hermione blushed slightly at the compliment, straightened her collar, and said, "It's alright, mainly because it's comfortable."
Draco's gaze had been fixed on Hermione the moment she stepped out of the dressing room. His Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily. He stepped forward, put his arm around her waist, and whispered in her ear, "Honey, you're stealing my soul..."
"Weren't you supposed to be teaching yoga? Let's get started." Hermione couldn't stand Draco's murderous glare and quickly changed the subject.
"Okay, let's begin." Draco took two thick, soft professional yoga mats from the side and laid them on the living room floor. "Come on, ladies, I'll begin my lesson."