After being banished by the hero, I decided to join another party – the revival of the legendary hero's team! However, the seductive heroine in her thirties clad in a bikini armor has a mysterious reason why she can't fight! - Episode 8

The decree was nothing short of extraordinary.

Almost immediately after its announcement, notices were posted all over the city.

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A week had passed since the decree went into effect.

Starting today, anyone caught violating it would face 100 lashes.

The decree allowed a one-week grace period for those who might claim they hadn’t seen it. But as of today, ignorance would no longer be an excuse. Whether someone had read the notice or not, violators would be punished.

Nobles and royals often underestimated the severity of whipping, but it was no light punishment.

Even a single lash could inflict unbearable pain.

A hundred lashes? That would cause bl00d to spray, skin to rip, and a person’s back to be shredded.

While whippings in this world were carefully administered to avoid death, the pain, trauma, and humiliation lingered. Even with potions or magic to heal the wounds, the emotional scars could last forever.

And let’s not forget: this punishment was carried out publicly.

For women, that meant being stripped to the waist, turning the ordeal into a horrifying spectacle.

With such severe consequences, it was hard to imagine anyone daring to violate the decree.

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“Fudra, are you sure this will work?”

“It’ll be fine. You saw the notice, right? If anyone insults you, we just report them to the guards. The punishment is clear. Since this applies to both adventurers and civilians, no one will dare say anything openly.”

“I hope you’re right.”

I doubted anyone would dare to voice their complaints publicly now.

Of course, this didn’t mean their thoughts or feelings had changed—just their behavior.

For now, this was the best solution.

Still, I couldn’t help but wonder what would come next.

Would they try to curry favor with us? Or would they resist in secret?

For now, I’d observe and decide how to handle things later.

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“So, Fudra, where are we going today? I’ll treat you to anything you want!”

Aisha walked beside me, her arm linked with mine.

Her ample chest brushed against my arm, making even a simple stroll feel delightful.

She seemed eager to spoil me, but I had no intention of letting her pay today.

“I’ll handle the expenses today, so don’t worry about it.”

“Huh? Why? Whatever you’re planning to buy, let me handle it!”

Still, I shook my head firmly.

“Not this time. Today, I’m buying a wedding ring for us, along with some clothes and lingerie for you.”

At the mention of lingerie, Aisha’s cheeks turned a delicate shade of pink.

“A wedding ring I can understand, but why are you paying for my clothes and… lingerie?”

The clothes I planned to buy for her were on the “sexy” side.

Asking her to pay for something like that herself felt wrong.

This was something I believed a man should handle.

“Well… it’s just…”

“It’s just what?”

“It’s a surprise.”

“Fudra, why are you being so secretive? Why can’t you just tell me?”

“Let’s just say it’ll be worth the wait. You’ll see when we get there!”

“Fine. I’ll look forward to it, then.”

With that, we entered a nearby jewelry shop.

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“Welcome! How can I assist you today?”

It seemed the decree was already having an effect.

The shopkeeper and staff showed no signs of hostility or discomfort.

The owner, a middle-aged man with a friendly demeanor, greeted us warmly.

“We just got married and are here to buy wedding rings.”

“Congratulations! Allow me to measure your ring sizes. Please hold out your left hands.”

“Like this?”

We extended our hands, and the shopkeeper used a specialized tool to measure our ring fingers.

“Thank you. Now, do you prefer gold or silver?”

Wedding rings in this world were simple, typically rounded bands made from either gold or silver.

“Aisha, would you like gold?”

“Yes, gold would be lovely,” Aisha said with a smile.

Gold was a bit more expensive than silver, but I wanted to splurge a little and show off, even if just a bit.

“Then gold it is. We’ll take the gold rings, please.”

“Understood,” the shopkeeper replied.

After paying for the rings, we slipped them onto our fingers and left the jewelry shop.

In this world, there was no tradition of exchanging rings or putting them on each other. Couples simply wore matching rings—nothing more.

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“Thank you so much, Fudra! This is beautiful. I’m so happy!”

Aisha raised her hand, admiring the ring gleaming on her finger.

“Watch where you’re walking, or you’ll trip.”

“I don’t care if I trip!”

She looked so delighted that I couldn’t help but smile.

And now, onto the next destination.

“Our next stop is this shop,” I said, gesturing to a nearby boutique.

“This one? It looks like a fancy clothing store. Why are you buying something here? If it’s clothes for me, I can buy my own.”

“Just wait and see. It’s a surprise.”

This wasn’t an ordinary store, after all.

I pushed open the door, and we stepped inside.

“Welcome, esteemed guests! Welcome to Pinky Garden, the shop of your fantasies!”

The shopkeeper greeted us with an almost theatrical flair, their tone matching the mysterious and slightly risqué atmosphere of the shop.

“Fudra… this place is… wow,” Aisha muttered, her cheeks reddening.

I couldn’t blame her for being a little taken aback.

This wasn’t your average clothing store—it specialized in adult lingerie and clothing.

“That’s why I said I’d pay. This is… well… for my own enjoyment too.”

“Oh? In that case, I’ll let you spoil me. So, what kind of things do you want me to wear, Fudra?”

With a playful grin, she nudged me with her elbow.

“Let’s start with lingerie. Is that okay?”

“Sure, but you’re the only one who’ll ever see it, okay? Go ahead.”

Her face flushed as she gave her permission.

“Alright, let’s see… your figure is stunning, especially your hips, so we’ll definitely get this thong. And these sheer purple, red, and black panties… oh, and the matching bras… and let’s not forget this see-through, sexy camisole.”

“Um… I’m going to wear all of those, right?”

“Of course. You’re my wife, Aisha. Who else would I buy these for?”

“You’re so bold, Fudra! You’re really… something else.”

“We’re newlyweds—it’s only natural, right?”

“Ugh, fine… I’ll wear them for you tonight, okay?”

“But we’re not done yet. I’m also buying some clothes.”

“Clothes? I already wear a bikini armor most of the time. Is there anything more revealing than that?”

She touched her bikini armor as she spoke, but clothing wasn’t just about how much skin it showed.

“True, but sometimes less isn’t more. How about something like this?”

I held up an orange bodycon dress, a mini tight skirt, a revealing blouse with a deep neckline, and even a risqué apron that left little to the imagination.

“You’re really into unique things, aren’t you, Fudra? Fine, I’ll wear them for you tonight too.”

“I can’t wait for tonight, then.”

“You’re unbelievable! But… okay, I’ll allow it.”

“You two seem to get along wonderfully,” the shopkeeper interjected, smiling warmly. “So, will that be everything for today?”

“Yes, we’ll take it all.”

After paying for our items, we left Pinky Garden.

I couldn’t help but look forward to tonight—it was bound to be unforgettable.