“So, you tasteless gentleman, is there any clothing you’d like to buy?”

Sahara’s voice was sharp and direct, but instead of being offended, Owen just gave a charming smirk. The unexpected reaction made the shop owner raise an eyebrow in surprise. She had expected him to look displeased with her jab.

"I admit, I'm not good at this," Owen replied casually, not feeling her words were an insult at all, because it was the truth.

"That's why I'm here. I need an outfit for the 'Titans' Oasis Country Club.'" He paused, looking her directly in the eye so she would understand his true need. "Both a set for the golf course and a casual set for the clubhouse. I need a look that's sharp… and trustworthy."

Sahara’s eyes immediately sparkled, like a predator that had found delicious prey. This was the kind of challenge she loved. She crossed her arms, a posture that accentuated her amazing curves. "'Trustworthy,' darling?" she said with a soft chuckle. "...That word is so boring. My shop doesn't sell 'trustworthiness.' We sell an 'identity' that makes people turn their heads."

She walked towards him, her gait as elegant as a jungle cat on a runway, before stopping in front of him and getting straight to work. The atmosphere around her changed to that of a serious professional. "Let's see what kind of raw material we have here…"

Her long, slender fingers, adorned with strangely designed gold rings, traced the structure of Owen’s body without hesitation, from his broad, well-formed shoulders, to his firm chest under the t-shirt, down to his tapered waist. "Hmm… a very good frame. As if you were made specifically to wear my clothes."

She turned and gave a quick, decisive order to her staff before turning back and gesturing for Owen to follow her deeper into the shop. The air was filled with the scent of high-quality, meticulously tanned leather and an expensive perfume that gave off a complex and luxurious feeling.

"For the course," Sahara said, quickly pulling a polo shirt made of thin, sapphire-blue silk and a pair of light cream-colored chinos from a rack, as if she already had the image in her head. "The blue will make your skin tone stand out against the bright green grass, and the cream color gives a relaxed yet classy feel. It's a quiet declaration that you're not here just to play around."

Jessica, who was following closely, moved in. She looked at the outfit in Sahara’s hands with admiration before offering her own opinion, gently, based on her beliefs. "It's a very beautiful outfit. But perhaps a pure white polo shirt with khaki pants would provide a more classic and safer look. It's like the uniform of the people there. Starting by blending in might be a better strategy."

Sahara turned to look at Jessica with a friendly but clearly superior smile. "Oh, darling… save 'classic' and 'safe' for an old folks' party. At the Oasis… you don't go there to be 'approachable.' You go there so that others 'want to approach' you." The explanation was so sharp and logical that Jessica was taken aback. She understood instantly that this wasn't just about choosing clothes, but about social strategy.

Owen was gently pushed into a fitting room that was indescribably luxurious. The walls were lined with dark velvet, and there was a large, gold-framed mirror. Not long after, he stepped out.

The moment they saw him, both Jessica and Sahara froze for a moment.

The image of Owen was now completely different. The sapphire-blue polo shirt perfectly hugged his well-proportioned body, accentuating the muscles of his arms and chest that were shaped by his training. The cream-colored pants made his legs look long and elegant. From a casual young streamer, he had transformed into a gentleman who looked relaxed yet possessed a hidden power, as if he had been accustomed to a life of luxury his entire life.

"See?" Sahara said with satisfaction. "This isn't just clothing. It's creating an identity."

"Next… an outfit for socializing in the clubhouse," she continued without delay. "We need something that looks casual but still maintains its sharpness." She draped a weightless-looking, smoke-grey linen blazer over her arm, followed by a clean white mandarin collar shirt and a pair of jet-black slacks. "The linen will give a less formal feel, but the smoke-grey color will grant a mysterious and intriguing aura."

This time, Jessica countered more quickly, having learned her lesson from before. "Grey might make him blend in with the crowd. Perhaps a dark navy blazer with white pants would create a more striking look and show more confidence."

Sahara laughed with amusement. "Navy is a smart choice for a businessman looking to close a deal, my dear… But for a gentleman looking to 'open someone's heart,' mystery is always more charming than blatant confidence." She winked at Owen. "Trust me… grey will make them ask, 'Who is he?' not 'What does he do for a living?'"

Owen disappeared into the fitting room again, and when he returned, the atmosphere around him had changed once more.

The unbuttoned, smoke-grey blazer was worn over the white shirt perfectly, accentuating his broad shoulders and making him look even more elegant. The jet-black pants helped to make him look taller and more formidable. He had become a dangerously classy young man, the kind of person you’d want to get to know but wouldn't dare to approach first.

Jessica looked at the image of Owen, who seemed like a completely different person, before turning back to look at Sahara with an unconcealed look of awe. She slowly raised both her hands in a sign of surrender. "Okay, I understand everything now," she said with a smile. "This is why everyone calls you the 'Goddess of the Fashion World'… I now agree with every word they say."

Sahara gave a wide smile, accepting the compliment with full pride. "Of course, darling! This title wasn't earned by luck!" she said cheerfully, before clapping her hands lightly to get their attention. "Alright, don't be too amazed just yet! The show isn't over! We still have one last outfit for lunch on the terrace… which is the outfit I am most proud to present!"

She led them to another corner of the shop…

After trying on the casual outfit for lunch a pure white cotton shirt with the top two buttons undone, revealing his chest, paired with sea-blue linen pants with slightly, carelessly rolled-up cuffs Owen's new identity was complete.

Jessica stood looking at Owen, who was back in the smoke-grey blazer, her heart swelling. Her face flushed slightly with an overwhelming feeling. She felt an immense pride and desire for her "Master." In her eyes now, he wasn't just the young man she loved; he was a moving work of art, flawlessly beautiful and filled with a hidden power.

Sahara smiled, satisfied with her masterpiece. "See… this is a true work of art." She walked over to Owen again, her posture filled with the confidence of a creator admiring her masterpiece. She reached out to adjust his collar lightly, her long, cool fingers touching the warm skin of his neck, gently but deliberately. As she was admiring her work up close, her full, curved hips under the tight-fitting dress pressed naturally against his strong thigh.

She leaned in to whisper in his ear, her warm breath, tinged with a sweet scent from a distant land, arousing his primal instincts. "A look like this has a price, my love… and you… are you ready to pay?"

At the jet-black marble payment counter, Jessica glanced at the golden digital numbers on the screen that the employee had just finished keying in. She had to take a deep breath to suppress her shock. It was an amount high enough to pay her apartment rent for almost half a year. The "personal financial manager" part of her brain was screaming. She was about to protest the necessity of these luxurious clothes.

But Owen had already handed his solid black credit card to the employee with a calm and steady demeanor, as if he were just paying for a cup of coffee. The simple but decisive action made Sahara, who was standing with her arms crossed, narrow her eyes at him differently. She saw now that he wasn't just a man with good raw material that she had dressed up. He was someone who understood the "value" of image, and had the means and confidence to truly support it.

"Thank you for your business," the employee said humbly after the card had been swiped.

After the employee had carefully packed all the outfits into black shopping bags with gold trim, Sahara personally walked them both to the front of the shop. She handed Owen her personal business card, made of thick black paper with gold embossed letters.

"If you need a 'uniform' for your next big performance… you know who to call," she smiled and winked suggestively, before adding in a softer voice, "Or if you just need advice from an 'expert'… I'm always available."

She turned and walked back into her kingdom of style with elegance, leaving Owen and Jessica standing with numerous shopping bags containing his new "identity," ready for the next role he was about to play.

…..

After Owen and Jessica left Sahara’s fashion kingdom, the scent of expensive perfume still lingered in their noses. But Jessica, in her role as a personal financial manager, didn't let Owen rest. She insisted that the mission was not yet complete.

"Image isn't just about clothes, my love," she said, pointing to a shop across the way, decorated with dark wood and large clear glass panels. "To play golf at a high-class country club, you need the proper equipment. We absolutely cannot let you walk in empty-handed and rent the club's golf clubs. It will make you look unprepared and unprofessional."

She then dragged him to a professional-grade golf equipment shop not far away. The atmosphere inside the shop was calm and dignified, a contrast to the flamboyance of Sahara’s shop. This place was filled with the scent of fine tanned leather from gloves and golf bags. The walls were lined with sets of golf clubs, displayed like works of art under soft spotlights.

There, Owen had to reluctantly pay another large sum for a famous brand golf club set and a full set of accessories, which Jessica had meticulously chosen. It was all packed in a classy-looking, solid black leather golf bag that was good enough not to make him look like a pathetic beginner.

When the two of them returned to the SUV parked in the quiet underground garage, Jessica immediately took out her tablet and opened Owen’s banking app. She refreshed the remaining balance. The light from the screen reflected on her beautiful face, which slowly turned a little pale. She then turned the screen to show him with a serious look.

“Owen! Look at this!” she said, her voice both desperate and stern. “This is the remaining balance in your account after… our 'investment' today. It's at a very worrying level! I am ordering you, as your financial manager… from this moment on, you are forbidden from spending money on any nonsense, especially on in-game purchases! Otherwise, by the end of this month, we’ll be eating instant noodles instead of steak for sure!”

The cute but firm warning made Owen give a dry smile. He felt just like he was being scolded by a real wife. He raised both his hands in a gesture of surrender and nodded obediently. "Yes, yes, Ms. Secretary. I'll remember."

…..

The atmosphere changed completely when they got back to Jessica’s cozy apartment. The two of them worked together to bring all the shopping bags and equipment out and arrange them on her king-sized bed. The image of the luxury brand clothes in the slick black paper bags and the gleaming golf club set contrasted with the clean white bedsheets and the relaxed atmosphere of the room. It was a reflection of the two worlds Owen was about to step into.

Jessica fully embraced her role as "secretary and partner." She went and got a hardcover book from her bookshelf with a serious-looking title: "High-Class Gentleman's Etiquette for Success."

“Alright… time for your special lesson,” she said, opening the book to the first chapter, her expression turning into that of a strict teacher. “Please change into your clubhouse outfit, Mr. Marlowe. Practicing in a real environment is of the utmost importance.”

Owen chuckled softly at her seriousness but obeyed without question. He came out again in the elegant, smoke-grey blazer, the atmosphere around him changing instantly.

Jessica took a deep breath before she began to read the contents of the book with a sincere voice. “First… posture,” she said, trying to demonstrate. “You must walk with your back straight, chin slightly up… but not in an arrogant way. It must be an expression of inner confidence…” But her attempt at an elegant walk looked awkward and stiff, making it comical.

Owen couldn't help but smirk. He tried his best to hold back his laughter at the sight before him.

“Uh… about ordering wine,” she continued, quickly flipping the page to hide her embarrassment. “If you’re not sure… always ask the sommelier. Don't try to act like you know… But if you have to choose yourself, go with a wine from the Bordeaux region. It’s the safest… Uh… and… conversation should strictly avoid politics and religion…”

She looked up from the book, meeting his eyes with a determined look, even though her face was still flushed. “Understand?”

Owen looked at the makeshift teacher before him with a look full of love and fondness. He stepped towards her slowly and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her into a tight hug before whispering softly in her ear, "I understand everything… my teacher."

His teasing words made Jessica smile with embarrassment, but she didn't give up. "Not yet. It's not over," she said, gently but firmly pushing herself out of his embrace. "The book is too theoretical. We need to see it in practice." And with that, she picked up her mobile phone, opened the MeTube app, and unabashedly began searching for a video on royal dining etiquette in front of him.

Her relentless effort made Owen smile. He leaned back against the wardrobe, watching her as she tried her best, even if she looked a bit clumsy. And in that moment, he felt a strange warmth in his heart. He realized that this woman wasn't just a passionate lover in bed; she was an ally who was truly dedicated to his success.

“Alright… one last thing, just as important,” she said, putting down her phone after watching the clip. “Tying a necktie… Even though this blazer doesn’t require one, you should still know how to tie a ‘Windsor Knot.’ It’s a basic for every gentleman.”

As Jessica was earnestly trying to adjust the collar of his blazer as she had seen in the clip, the teaching-like atmosphere slowly faded. Their proximity created a subtle static electricity in the air. The faint, fragrant scent of her hair and skin drifted to his nose, awakening a familiar desire.

Owen gently wrapped his arms around her from behind, so firmly she couldn't escape. His strong arms held her tight around her slim waist. He held her and led her to stand in front of the large mirror on the wardrobe door.

The image reflected back was of an elegant young man in a luxurious outfit, and a beautiful young woman in his arms. They looked perfect together, like a couple from a high-fashion magazine doing a photoshoot.

Owen buried his face in the fair crook of her neck, inhaling her sweet scent deep into his lungs before whispering in a hoarse voice that made Jessica’s skin tingle. “I definitely couldn’t have done this alone without you. Thank you… Jessica.”

Jessica closed her eyes happily. She leaned her back against his strong, warm chest, placing her hands over his, which were wrapped around her waist. “No matter how dangerous your mission is…” she paused for a moment before whispering the words that made the blood in Owen’s veins run hot. “I will always be by your side… Master.”

Those words were like a switch being flipped. Owen spun her around to face him, crushing his lips down on her waiting, parted ones. It wasn't a hungry, passionate kiss, but one filled with love, gratitude, and the deepest trust. His tongue slipped in, gently but firmly, tangling with hers, exchanging their sweet taste and their breath.

He gently scooped her up into his arms, as if she were weightless. Jessica smiled happily, wrapping both her arms around his neck as he carried her to the bed.

He gently placed her down on the soft sheets amidst the scattered, expensive brand-name shopping bags. His body followed, covering hers without delay. The clothes that had just been worn to practice a role were now about to be taken off to begin a truer, more passionate "lesson."

Owen carelessly took off his luxurious grey blazer, tossing it onto a nearby chair before unbuttoning his shirt, revealing his perfect chest and abs. Then he slowly unzipped Jessica’s dress, meticulously kissing his way down her smooth back as it was revealed bit by bit, until her entire dress had fallen to her waist, revealing her beautiful naked form under the dim light of the room.

He flipped her over and began to pleasure her with his lips and tongue skillfully, starting from the fragrant crook of her neck, down to the trembling mounds of her full breasts. He sucked on her hardened nipples until she arched her chest with a thrilling pleasure, before moving lower, giving her pleasure with his hot, wet tongue until her body writhed with desire.

When she was ready to the limit, he took his large, hard cock and aimed it at her slick slit, which was twitching and waiting for him. Then he slammed it in all the way in one go…

Half an hour later...

"Ah-ah-ah-ah~... Aahh~... M-Master… right there… harder… Aaaarrrrrggghhh!~"

Jessica’s blissful moans could be heard from the not-quite-closed bedroom, the final song of a long day, filled with love, trust, and preparation for the new mission that lay ahead…

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