PATH OF THE STAR HUNTER

128 Chapter 128 Costume and Makeup

(Sasha POV)

I can’t believe I invited Desmond to my room, well it’s not like I’m planning on doing anything intimate with him either, I just want him to help me with the costume I wear when I go to town. . . yes, it’s just that. . . Of course, if he kisses me a little, I suppose I could let that happen, but just because I want to reward him for helping me in the laboratory, yes, I am a generous girl; It’s not like I want him to kiss me until he takes my breath away. . Oh, here we are, since when is the walk to my room it’s so short? Mmm, it doesn’t matter.

Having reached the room I opened the door and gestured for Desmond to come in, we soon found ourselves alone in the room and I couldn’t help but get a little nervous about it. . . control yourself Sasha you are a sensible girl, just focus on what you came to do and everything will be fine, look at Desmond, he is there as calm as ever while he takes off his shirt. . . wait, what?

′′ Desmond, what the hell do you think you’re doing? ′′

′′ haa? Oh, so we didn’t come here for this? ′′ The idiot Desmond asked as if he really believed that I invited him here for privacy.

′′ Of course not you damn pervert hunter, you are supposed to help me with my costume, remember? Besides, we just met, we are still a long way from inviting you to share my bed; You understand? ′′ I yelled somewhat exasperated to Desmond as I glared at him.

′′ Ok, ok girl, I was just kidding. . . or something like that, so what does the most beautiful alchemist in the seven kingdoms need my help with? ′′ he said, clearly he was not joking, or at least not at all, but he preferred to change the subject speaking to me in a flattering way so I will let it pass for now.

′′ There are only five kingdoms as far as I know. . . forget it, I need you to help me apply a temporary dye to my hair after all the color of both my hair and my eyes is too striking. ′′ Leaving aside the number of kingdoms, I explained to Desmond that I needed his help.

′′ I like the color of your hair and also that of your eyes, they make you look pretty and delicious; but I suppose it is somewhat unique ′′ he said naturally.

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As soon as I heard his words, I couldn’t help feeling a bit shy, as a woman it was obvious that I liked to be flattered, but hearing him say that I look delicious makes me remember that time in the bathroom where he had me over him while he didn’t stop kissing me; the way he kissed me made me feel like I was being eaten by him. . . it was an overwhelming and addictive feeling.

Recalling that moment I started to feel a bit dizzy and uneasy, but I forcibly shook that feeling off and proceeded to explain to Desmond how to go through the process of painting my hair.

It was not really complicated at all, it was a matter of gradually applying a tinted balm that I already had prepared and using a little fire mana to fix it during its application, Desmond had no problem with such a basic application of fire mana and soon my hair went from a vermilion color to a dark brown color.

Throughout the process, Desmond kept a mirror of water in front of me, which surprised me a bit after all not everyone has that level of mana control while using another element of mana and much less in the level of strength in the one Desmond find himself.

In any case, using the water mirror I could see Desmond during the whole process work little by little in coloring my hair with great care, delicacy, and attention to detail, it was. . . weird actually, usually when I did this myself it felt a bit sad and humiliating; But now I felt so loved and cared for.

In the end, Desmond carefully looked at my image in the water mirror for a few moments before asking: ′′ Do you have makeup? ′′

′′ Eh? Oh sure, it’s in that case on the dresser, but what do you need it for? ′′

′′ What else would I need it for? Do not worry I have a little experience of this, I promise you that when I finish, you will look even more beautiful. ′′ Desmond exclaimed confidently as he patted his chest.

Seeing his face full of confidence and that puppy look that he was giving me, I could not deny his request and let him do what he wanted, Desmond having seen me agree to his request, he wasted no time and immediately began to review everything he had available for him to work.

I have to say that having lived in the forest all my life, I did not have many opportunities to wear makeup or reasons to do so, you could even say that the only reason I have that kind of thing is more out of vanity than out of a real need. ; even so, I couldn’t feel a little curious at the prospect of being made up by someone else. . . especially if that someone was Desmond.

This time because he had to work on my face, I did not have the opportunity to see the process through the water mirror so I could only distract myself by watching Desmond’s concentrated face while he worked.

Heartbeat * heartbeat *

Seeing him up close makes my heart race a bit and I hate to admit it but Desmond is incredibly handsome, he had delicate but masculine features, his obsidian black hair had an attractive glow to it and his eyes were just mesmerizing. . . they were like sapphires of a brilliant but deep blue.

While I was getting a little lost in the eyes of the man I was in love with, I could feel his touch on my skin as he continued with his work, I actually felt a little ticklish when he was putting tint on my eyelashes and when I felt that he had started to paint my lips so delicately my heartbeat went crazy. . . God, I bet I’m so flushed right now.

Second after second, minute after minute, throughout the process my emotions were in chaos, I even lost track of time; If I had to point out a particular detail of the whole process, it would be that I did not understand why he had used so much shadow when he makes up my face, but I preferred to wait to see the results before asking questions.

Soon Desmond withdrew a couple of steps and allowed me to see myself in the water mirror, I almost couldn’t believe what I saw, I looked at me beautiful, everything about me looked beautiful and at the same time. . . different, I looked a couple of years older than I was and my face looked slightly more angular than it usually is; combined with my brown hair I really looked like a different woman.

Of course, some similarities were still visible if one looked closely, but at first glance it was somewhat difficult to tell that it was me, looking closely at Desmond’s work I noticed that he had subtly played with shadows when I was putting on makeup to highlight certain aspects of my face and slightly hide others; in the same way he had used the same shadows to give some natural contours of my features making me look older than I was.

It had to be said that everything was done with great subtlety and engineered in such a way that it was difficult to say what makeup had been used to make me look different, but there was a doubt that I could not get out of my head now, I understood that Desmond was good at makeup taking into account his history with Claire but it didn’t make much sense that he was so adept at changing someone’s appearance the way he did; but seeing his satisfied smile while admiring his work, I left that question in the back of my mind and I decided to just wait for him to be willing to tell me about it.

After that, we made some small preparations for the trip to the city and we left home. I was not very eager to visit the city, but it was necessary for our objectives, at least I was not going alone; Thinking of Desmond for a moment I decided to approach him and hold his hand as we made our way into town.

Desmond only looked at me for a second before smiling and holding my hand back. . . It seems that this trip to the city will not be so bad.