Ethan Lockwood counted himself lucky for packing extra clothes in his dimensional pouch before leaving.
His fox spirit bride's ample bosom caused issues—the spare robes tailored for his frame couldn't accommodate her curves, the fabric gaping between strained buttons to reveal glimpses of pale skin.
With an exasperated sigh, Ethan unfastened his inner garment and tucked the cloth as padding, finally solving the immodest exposure.
Before gaining human form, Menglu had lived unclothed and unrestrained, dashing freely through the wilderness. She'd seen her parents—seasoned fox spirits—wear robes, but the unfamiliar fabric now chafed. "Too tight!" she protested, fidgeting uncomfortably.
Ethan held her struggling arms firmly. "Listen well, wife," he murmured against her ear. "Your nakedness
