Eros turned his face stiffly and gave a few dry laughs. Thank goodness I didn't shout earlier, or this would have been a total social death.

  Irina twitched her nose again. Then, as if suddenly realizing something, two clouds of crimson bloomed on her cheeks. Biting her lower lip, she looked at Eros, who was leaning against the headboard looking restless. Her gaze was complex, and her voice wavered with hesitation.

  "Actually... if you have 'needs,' there are maids outside. There’s no need to use... use your hands."

  She seemed to have summoned immense courage to utter those last few words.

  What?! Eros was stunned. She thought he was practicing the "traditional craft" just now? Did she not realize the Deformity girl was there, or did her mind simply not go that way?

  Eros coughed and didn't explain. Instead, he shifted the topic. "You and Madam Florika..." He suddenly realized he didn't know how to navigate this new subject either.

  Fortunately, Irina understood. She nodded and fell silent for a moment before speaking. "We finished talking."

  The conversation hit a dead end, and the room grew quiet. After a long while, Irina looked away and said with a complicated tone, "She is very afraid of growing old."

  "I will do my best!" Eros gave his promise.

  "Thank you," Irina whispered, turning her eyes back to him.

  Eros smiled gently. "Do we really need to say that between us? If Madam Florika wants it, I can draw a cup of my purified blood for her right now. Also, tell her to soak in that bath often; its effects won't be much inferior to my blood."

  Irina looked at him for a long time before nodding softly. "Mhm. But no rush—tomorrow is fine."

  "Alright then!" Eros agreed.

  Silence fell again. Then, after another long pause, Irina asked something that left Eros speechless: "Can I know what kind of thing the Artifact Spirit was wearing on her legs?"

  Eros’s spirit jolted. Now that was a topic he was interested in! Excitedly, he began an endless lecture: "Let me tell you, those are called stockings. And they come in different types: black silk, white silk, lace, fishnet, gradient..."

  Irina listened, nodding thoughtfully as Eros spoke with fervor.

  The next morning, Eros found himself staring blankly at Irina’s long legs. Irina’s face flushed under his gaze, and her straight, shapely legs shifted uneasily. Her voice trembled slightly. "Is the 'black silk' you mentioned... like this?"

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  "Exquisite! How did you do it?" Eros gasped in admiration. Irina’s legs were already long and fair; paired with black silk and the slight indentation of flesh at the thigh, the effect was devastating.

  Irina replied shyly, "I consulted the Artifact Spirit last night."

  "I did not!" Barbara immediately denied it in Eros’s mind.

  As expected of Barbara. Truly, it had to be her. Eros wondered when they had started communicating behind his back, but the thought vanished as quickly as it came. For the sake of those black stockings, Eros was exceptionally efficient with his "bloodletting" this morning, even adding an extra cup just in case.

  Watching Irina take the blood away, Eros entered his soul space and gave a wicked grin to the awkward-looking Barbara. "And you said you didn't understand. You said you only knew white silk. Looks like you’re an expert~"

  "It wasn't me! She came up with it herself! I only provided the method to condense Spirit into clothing... and a tiny bit of advice." Barbara gestured with her fingers to show just how "tiny" the advice was.

  Eros nodded repeatedly. He understood—the "fingertip universe" level of advice. Seeing his disbelief, Barbara grew annoyed. I forgot to tell Irina not to mention my name!

  After delivering the blood to her mother, Irina was immediately surrounded by Undine and Silvier in the main hall. Undine was curious about what Irina was wearing, while Silvier smelled a business opportunity.

  The two dragged Irina aside to interrogate her. Feeling helpless, Irina explained the origin of the stockings. Learning that it was Eros’s idea, Undine gritted her teeth—that "bastard" had been keeping secrets from her again.

  Silvier’s eyes sparkled. she marched straight to Eros’s room and walked in, with Undine and Irina trailing behind. Their sudden intrusion startled Eros, who was being dressed by a maid.

  Before he could ask, Silvier demanded, "Did you come up with Irina’s stockings?"

  Eros thought for a moment. Stockings didn't seem to exist in this world yet, so taking credit was fine. He nodded hesitantly. "I... suppose so."

  "Do you have any other samples?" Silvier pressed.

  Eros looked at the maid, Julia. "Sister Julia, could you wait outside for a moment?"

  "Yes, Your Highness," she curtsied and left.

  Once the door was closed, Eros explained, "There are no physical samples. Those are condensed from Spirit." Irina nodded in confirmation.

  Undine was even more curious now, reaching out to touch Irina’s legs and marvelling at the texture. Silvier wasn't disappointed; instead, she asked, "Can ordinary silk fabrics be made into this?"

  Eros realized her plan. "You want to turn it into a product?"

  Silvier smirked. "Exactly. Something that shapes the body and enhances charm... I think the nobles will love it."

  Eros’s eyes lit up. Right! This can make money! He had a garment factory under his command, and the family had several too. This was definitely doable.

  He began discussing the stocking business with his fourth sister, Silvier. During the chat, Eros shared some sales concepts from his previous world. Silvier’s eyes grew brighter as she took inspiration. Undine and Irina stood by, looking utterly confused—Who am I? Where am I? What are they doing?

  Finally, the discussion ended. Silvier hurried off with a smile, likely to start experiments. If it worked, it would provide a massive income for the family.

  So, I’m the one introducing stockings to this world? Eros felt a sudden chill. Will they call me the 'Archduke of Stockings' in the future? That sounds a bit perverted... He shivered as goosebumps covered his skin.