Half an hour later, three especially eye-catching “bride candidates” arrived before the gilded gates of Don Corneo’s mansion.
Walking on the far left was Tifa.
She had changed into a royal-blue fitted gown with a high slit in the skirt, revealing her long, healthy, shapely legs.
The outfit perfectly showed off her figure, which was full of strength without losing any feminine charm, making her look like a noble, coolly elegant blue enchantress.
There was a trace of reluctance and nervousness on her face, but more than that, she wore the calm she had forced herself to maintain for the mission.
Walking on the far right was Aerith.
She was wearing that luxurious red evening gown, dotted with tiny diamonds that glittered beneath the lights.
She had pinned up her long hair, revealing a graceful, swanlike neck, and wore a confident, sweet smile on her face.
She looked like a true noble young lady attending a banquet, elegant and composed.
And the one walking between them drew every gaze in the area.
She was “tall,” even half a head taller than the average man.
She wore that extravagantly gorgeous pink princess gown, with layers upon layers of lace and gauzy skirts that made her look like a walking cake.
Smooth, golden curls fell over her shoulders, and her makeup was so delicate that it was flawless.
Beneath her thick lashes, those clear blue eyes reflected the light, revealing a complicated mixture of humiliation, helplessness, and a faint, chilling murderous intent.
She was “Miss Cassie,” Cain in women’s clothing.
Andrea’s makeup skills were nothing short of miraculous.
Through the clever use of light, shadow, and technique, he had softened the overly sharp lines of Cain’s face, making him truly look like a…
cool beauty with a somewhat larger frame.
In particular, Cain’s innate uprightness and resolve, when contrasted against the feminine makeup and clothing, produced a strange, unforgettable charm.
“Ladies, please show your badges,” the guard at the gate said.
Although he was also briefly stunned by “Miss Cassie’s” “beauty” and height, he still performed his duty.
Aerith smiled and handed over the three badges.
After checking them, the guard immediately stepped aside respectfully.
“Honored guests, please come in.
Don Corneo has been waiting for you.” The three of them stepped into Don Corneo’s mansion.
The interior was even more extravagant than the outside, with gold, jewels, and tasteless works of art everywhere, displaying the owner’s nouveau riche sense of style to perfection.
More than a dozen girls who had come to participate in the audition were already gathered in the hall.
When they saw Tifa, Aerith, and especially “Cassie,” jealousy and wariness appeared in their eyes.
Cain felt as though ants were crawling all over him.
He could clearly feel all kinds of gazes coming from every direction, amazed, curious, greedy, and scrutinizing.
He was wearing a skirt that made movement difficult, while his feet were trapped in a pair of high heels that made him want to die.
Every step felt like dancing on the edge of a blade.
He could only keep his face tense and work hard to look “cold and aloof” in order to hide the fact that he was losing his mind inside.
“Don’t be nervous, Miss Cassie,” Aerith whispered beside him in a teasing voice.
“You’re the center of attention now.
Be confident.
Show them that guardian aura of yours.” “Shut up,” Cain forced out through clenched teeth.
His voice had been deliberately suppressed, making it sound a little hoarse, which instead added a few traces of unique “feminine” charm.
Tifa looked at him worriedly.
She was afraid Cain might explode on the spot because he could no longer endure this humiliation.
She quietly moved a little closer to him and signaled with her eyes for him to endure it.
Just then, a man dressed like a butler walked to the center of the hall and clapped his hands.
“Beautiful ladies, welcome to Don Corneo’s mansion.
Tonight, the great Don Corneo will choose one of you to become his bride for the evening.
The audition now officially begins!” The so-called audition was simple and crude.
The girls lined up and walked one by one onto a raised platform at the far end of the hall to be “inspected” by Don Corneo, who sat on a throne.
Don Corneo lecherously looked over each girl who walked onto the platform, letting out obscene laughs from time to time.
Most of the girls were directly eliminated by him and left through a side door with their heads hanging low.
Soon, it was Tifa’s turn.
She took a deep breath, tried hard to look calm, and walked onto the platform.
“Ohhh!
This one’s good!” Don Corneo’s eyes went wide when he saw Tifa.
“That figure, that face, spicy enough!
I like her!
Passed!
Go wait in the inner room!” Tifa felt as though she had been granted a pardon and hurried down from the platform, where an attendant led her toward a door leading deeper into the mansion.
Before entering, she turned back and gave Cain and Aerith a worried look.
Next was Aerith.
She lifted the hem of her skirt and walked elegantly onto the platform, giving Don Corneo a perfect curtsy with an impeccably sweet smile on her face.
“Mm…
this one’s not bad either.
She looks pure, and she’s got a nice flavor to her.” Don Corneo rubbed his chin and nodded in satisfaction.
“Passed!
Go wait inside too!” Aerith smiled and walked toward that door as well.
Now, only Cain, or rather, “Miss Cassie,” remained in the hall.
Every gaze in the room focused on him.
Cain felt his scalp go numb.
He walked toward the platform step by rigid step.
His high heels struck the floor with a sharp click, click, click, and every sound felt as though it were hammering against his dignity.
When he finally stood before Don Corneo, the underworld king was already completely stunned.
He rose from his throne, circled Cain once, and his eyes filled with amazement and obsession.
“My god…
my god!
Where did this peerless beauty come from?” Don Corneo was so excited that he became incoherent.
“That height!
That presence!
Those icy eyes!
She’s…
she’s the goddess I’ve dreamed of!” He stretched out his greasy hand, wanting to touch Cain’s face.
A flash of icy murderous intent instantly passed through Cain’s blue eyes.
On instinct, he was about to use the power in his right arm, but he immediately remembered the mission.
He forced down the anger in his heart and simply tilted his head back slightly, avoiding Don Corneo’s lecherous hand.
Far from angering Don Corneo, this “personality” only made him even more excited.
“She has spirit!
I love it!
Too perfect!
She’s a gift from heaven!” Don Corneo announced excitedly.
“It’s you!
You’re my bride tonight!” He could not wait to order the butler, “Quick!
Bring this young lady to my room!
Bring the other two as well!
Tonight, I’m spending the night with all three beauties!” The butler hurriedly responded, walked up to Cain, and respectfully made an inviting gesture.
“Miss Cassie, please come with me.” Cain suppressed the urge to smash Don Corneo’s head apart with one punch, nodded expressionlessly, then turned and walked down from the platform.
On the way to Don Corneo’s bedroom, he reunited with Tifa and Aerith, who were being led in the same direction.
“The plan is going smoothly,” Aerith whispered, but her shoulders were shaking uncontrollably.
It was obvious that she was barely holding back her laughter.
“When this is over, I’m definitely going to properly ‘repay’ you,” Cain replied in a low voice through gritted teeth.
“Cain, are you…
okay?” Tifa asked worriedly.
“I’m fine.” Cain’s answer was filled with suppressed rage.
“Never been better.” They were brought before a huge bedroom that was extremely luxurious, yet still painfully lacking in taste.
The guards opened the door, pushed the three of them inside, then locked it from the outside.
Inside the room, Don Corneo was sitting on his large bed with a lecherous grin, waiting for them.
“Come on, beauties!
Let’s begin our pleasant night!” The first step of the plan, infiltration, had succeeded.
But what came next was the real battle.
Cain looked at the fat man in front of him, then looked down at the ridiculous dress he was wearing, and only one thought remained in his mind.
They had to end this quickly.
He did not want to wear this outfit for even one more second.
He exchanged a glance with Tifa and Aerith, and the three of them slowly walked toward Don Corneo’s bed, each quietly preparing for battle.
Cain’s right hand, covered in a white lace glove, unconsciously tightened into a fist, as if a faint blue radiance was about to break through that thin layer of fabric.
An absurd and dangerous “bride audition” was about to reach its true climax inside Don Corneo’s bedroom.