The Priest of Complete Dispel ~ Every Time I Save a Cursed Beautiful Girl with My Status Abnormal Cure Skill, For Some Reason Her Dependence on Me Maxes Out ~

Chapter 37: Underwear Shopping

“The old man from earlier… he said he was a dwarf, didn’t he?”

Right after leaving the blacksmith’s shop, I couldn’t help but stop and mutter to myself.

I’d brushed it off at the time, but that old man—Goddea Naddem—had called himself a dwarf.

In fantasy stories, you often hear about dwarves: short, sturdy, with impressive muscles and magnificent beards, known as a race of blacksmiths. I never thought they actually existed, but the figure I just saw matched that image pretty closely.

“Is this your first time meeting a dwarf, Shu-sama?” Iris asked.

“Yeah, first time seeing one,” I replied.

“In this world, there are several races besides humans,” she explained. “The mining race that dwells in the mountains—they’re the dwarves. And then there are the long-eared race living in the forests—the elves, as they’re commonly known. Broadly speaking, those are the two main races, but there are said to be smaller minority races as well. We collectively call them ‘subhumans.’”

“Elves!?” I blurted out.

I couldn’t help but perk up.

Apparently, their numbers are small, but the word “elf” is a killer term that’d make any Japanese person react. I was no exception.

“Are you interested in elves?” Iris asked.

“Well, honestly, yeah…” I admitted.

“But elves are said to have difficult personalities. Very few actively interact with humans. That said, some do blend into human society, and you might spot them among adventurers.”

“Is that so? Then there’s a chance some are in this town, right?”

My chest felt oddly restless.

In my mind, elves were always stunningly beautiful, male or female. Meeting one would probably get me hyped up just by their presence.

—Come to think of it, Glen mentioned something.

The reason Hares is called an adventurer’s city is because it attracts the most adventurers.

What’s more, just outside the city lies the country’s only “dungeon.”

Adventurers don’t just take on quests—they dive into that dungeon to bring back treasures.

This town, it seems, is a place where dreams and reality mix more than I’d imagined.

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The last place we visited was the south district—home to the Mogmo Trading Company.

The atmosphere here was different the moment you stepped in. Clothing stores and food shops lined the streets, with lively crowds bustling about.

No wonder Mogmo set up shop here.

Among them, I had my eye on a particular store.

Pushing open its large door, I found rows of neatly arranged clothes—not armor, but everyday wear and underwear, a proper clothing store.

“Welcome,” a young female clerk in refined attire greeted us with a polite bow.

Her appearance and demeanor spoke to the store’s high quality.

“What brings you here today?” she asked.

“I’m good, but I’d like to get some casual clothes and underwear for these two,” I said, gesturing to Iris and Medina.

“I see, for these two. They look like adventurers, but such lovely ladies. I’m sure we can find something perfect for them.”

Flattered, Iris gave a shy smile, while Medina giggled with an “ehehe.”

…I wonder what this clerk would think if she knew Iris was a saint candidate.

“Thanks. Alright, you two, go with her. I’ll just look around,” I said.

“Yes, thank you,” Iris replied.

“Th-thank you!” Medina chirped.

Guided by the clerk, they disappeared into the back.

Apparently, Iris had been living in a room at the town’s church, but she couldn’t return there now.

Since she left her clothes and underwear behind, I figured we’d get her new ones. She was probably short on underwear especially.

As I browsed the store to kill time—

“Excuse me, sir,” a voice called.

“Hm?”

It was a male clerk in a suit.

His appearance was beyond neat—perfectly polished, hair impeccably styled. He looked like a high-ranking staff member, maybe even an executive.

“If you don’t mind, there’s a special area I’d like to show you,” he said.

“I don’t have much cash on me right now…” I replied.

“Heh, you jest. You’re no ordinary customer, sir. My eyes tell me so.”

…Talk about dramatic.

But he wasn’t wrong. I hadn’t sold the wyvern’s magic stone yet, so I had potential wealth. According to Mogmo, it’d fetch a hefty sum.

“Well, once I sell it, I’ll have money,” I said.

“Then credit will do. We’d love for you to see something special.”

“…If you’re that insistent, I’ll check it out.”

Iris and Medina weren’t back yet, so I had time. I followed the man.

He led me to a small room at the back of the second floor.

When the door opened, a dazzling sight greeted me.

“These are popular among nobles, tycoons, and high-ranking adventurers,” the clerk explained. “They’re highly rated by women and often chosen as a winning piece.”

“Oh? And the name?” I asked.

“Boxer briefs,” he declared.

I raised an eyebrow.

I didn’t know if boxing existed in this world, but the name was unmistakably familiar from my old life.

Before me were men’s underwear, just like in my previous world—form-fitting designs tailored to the body.

Come to think of it, since arriving in this world, I’d only worn plain white cloth underwear.

They were honestly kind of lame and lacked flair, but since that was normal for villagers, I hadn’t cared.

But now, in front of me, were rows of underwear with varied colors, patterns, and designs.

Apparently, the wealthy even used underwear to make a statement.

“…Can a single pair of underwear really make that much difference?” I muttered, tilting my head.

Then I thought of Iris and Medina.

I wondered what they were picking out.

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“Oh, my… what a remarkable figure you have!” the clerk gasped.

“Hehe, this store even carries my size. Truly impressive,” Iris said.

Standing before a mirror in brand-new underwear, Iris smiled seductively.

Her breasts were so large that most stores couldn’t accommodate it. Yet, the delicate lace underwear—white as snow, reminiscent of angel wings—perfectly supported her ample figure.

“It’s rare to see someone with your proportions, but we pride ourselves on our selection. Our founder, Monica Strouden, is a woman and strives to address women’s concerns,” the clerk explained.

“Oh, that’s wonderful to hear,” Iris replied.

“Yes. Our main store is in the capital, so if you ever visit, please stop by.”

Iris nodded, satisfied, and continued trying on other pieces with enthusiasm.

Meanwhile, from the neighboring changing room came the sound of rustling fabric and small groans.

“Medina-sama? Are you alright?” the clerk called.

“I-I’m fine… but… th-these pretty underwear… they’re too much for me…” Medina stammered.

In the changing room, Medina was struggling.

All she’d ever worn were simple cloth wraps or basic undergarments, far from anything stylish.

This was her first time handling proper underwear, and she could barely figure out how to put it on.

“And my size… I’m too small… I feel like these beautiful pieces don’t suit me…”

“Please, don’t worry. Our underwear is designed to lift and enhance, so it’ll definitely work for you.”

“B-but…”

“Pardon me,” the clerk said, stepping into the changing room.

With practiced hands, she gently lifted and adjusted Medina’s modest breast, alternating sides before securing the bra’s hooks.

“Now, please look in the mirror,” she said.

“Wha… oh… amazing…!” Medina gasped, eyes wide.

Where there had been nothing before, a modest cleavage now adorned her breast.

It was just a slight enhancement, but it created a strikingly feminine silhouette.

“As you can see, we’ve created a valley. For those who want more volume, we also offer pads,” the clerk added.

“R-really… even for me… thank you so much!” Medina exclaimed, cheeks flushed, moved by her transformation.

Eventually, the two picked out several pieces they liked and headed to the counter—when the clerk spoke again.

“Ladies, there’s one more room I’d like to show you.”

Led to a small room deeper inside, Iris and Medina gasped in unison at the sight.

“Th-this place…” Iris stammered.

“What is this…?” Medina squeaked.

Lining the walls were designs far from ordinary underwear—provocative, seductive pieces.

Sheer fabrics, intricately tied strings, some barely covering anything at all.

“From your interactions with the gentleman you’re with, I assumed you’re close,” the clerk said. “If I’m not mistaken, these items might be of interest.”

“…Heh, you’re quite perceptive, aren’t you?” Iris said, smirking confidently as she ran her fingers over a piece.

It was practically just lace netting, designed not to conceal but to highlight the most intimate areas.

Meanwhile, Medina’s eyes locked onto a sheer babydoll, so transparent it revealed everything. Her face turned scarlet as she stepped back.

“W-why would anyone make something like this…?” she stammered.

“Hehe… sometimes, a little fun like this is necessary,” Iris replied.

The two took their time, selecting bold pieces they wouldn’t normally dare to touch.

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“Whoa, you bought a lot,” I said.

As we left the store, Iris and Medina carried large paper bags in both hands.

In contrast, I held just one small bag.

“Yes, but oddly, they said we didn’t need to pay now. Did you do something, Shu-sama?” Iris asked.

“Yeah, they said we could put it on credit,” I replied.