That night, Alicia had continued to suckle on me like ever, but it seemed a bit less forceful than usual.
I couldn't help but think that my lecture had made an impact.
Our days continued with a similar pattern for a while.
Between training [Spirit Perception], [Sense Presence], and [Mana Perception], as well as general hunting/gathering and making all sorts of things on a whim, we used up the days together.
At night, I continued to investigate the back end system to the world as well as worked on my own custom skills.
That was, until Alicia's dreams came into play. But after a few nights, her suckling had reduced in duration, and in two weeks, she barely did it anymore. She didn't quite stop doing it though. It was as if she didn't want my nipples to be lonely.
I didn't need such a consideration!
It didn't take long during my nightly system investigation that I discovered that the system kept track of your age.
The surprise was a one-two punch to me. The first was the discovery of the feature in general, and the second was discovering how old I already was. 2.1 years old, it said. I was over two years old when I discovered the age tracking feature.
I knew I had completely lost track of time while exploring this dungeon, but I didn't think it was this bad. I figured I'd spent maybe two or three months here at most, not two years. My age wasn't particularly distressing, just disturbing how badly I messed up my timekeeping.
There didn't seem to be some sort of clock or calendar though. The system merely kept track of people's age. I couldn't even find out what the year was, presuming that there was some sort of standard.
But the discovery made me confront how long I had been with Alicia at this point. By using her sleep cycle as a yard stick, I counted off the days. It had been two weeks since we had met. It hadn't been very long, but at the same time there were things I had been neglecting for far too long.
I wanted Alicia to grow up with proper manners and habits befitting a proper girl to the best of my male-minded abilities. Her baseline appearance was good, so I wanted her to not be at a disadvantage in the future. She deserved to find happiness with a man.
...
(For some reason it feels like my chest is being crushed by a trash compactor)
...
I shook my head at that thought and wiped the tears from the corner of my eyes before I settled my suddenly ragged breath.
Regardless of the future, it was important for her to dress the part of a cute girl. This applied even when there wasn't anyone else to see. Her habits now would dictate her habits when she was around other people.
Lifting up the fur blanket, I glanced at Alicia's sleeping figure.
She was still wearing that quickly made fur dress. I needed to make something better for her.
"No!"
"But it's better!"
"I don't wanna!"
I was exasperated. The day after I decided to make her a proper dress, I started to get to work on just that. It took a few days, but I weaved a bunch more silk over the next few days, then took that and turned it into a dress.
Alicia helped me work on the loom by pulling on the comb. Her arms weren't long enough to reach it properly, so I attached a rope to it that she could pull. I'd send the shuttle across, then tell her to pull, change the thread positions and tell her to pull again, then send the shuttle back through the threads.
I was pretty impressed at the ease she was able to draw the comb. It wasn't that heavy, but she was still a small girl. Maybe it was thanks to her level?
It took more time to do it together like this, but unlike the first time, it was much more enjoyable.
Then I sewed her dress up while she was eating or asleep, putting my usual skill research aside for the meantime.
But when I presented the finished dress, this was the result.
"Why don't you want it? It's a nice, new dress, much nicer than the quick, scrappy one you're wearing right now"
"No! No means no! cough"
I didn't get it. Why was she having a tantrum over something like this? She hadn't even felt the finished dress yet, so she had no idea what it's shape was. Yet she leaned away from me, hugging her body like she was guarding it against me.
Frankly, as cute as her actions were, it kinda hurt.
This sort of fierce rejection wasn't like her at all, and I was perplexed.
"Why are you so against it? This new dress is much nicer than your old one"
"...then I'd have to wear the new one..."
"...yea, that's the idea..."
"...then...I can't wear the old one anymore...coughcough"
"Well, I guess, since it was just a rush job. This newer one suits you much better"
"I don't wanna! This, this dress, it's the first gift you gave me! I don't want to lose it!"
I was stunned. Her argument was completely sound, yet I hadn't foreseen it at all. I was too preoccupied about the thought that she deserved something better and didn't consider her feelings about it. Of course she'd be attached to the things I gave her, not least of which one of the very first things I gave her.
"I see...here, come over Alicia"
I stretched out my arms and pulled her into my chest.
"I'm sorry. I didn't consider how you felt about it before making this new dress. You love your usual dress don't you?"
She fiercely nodded her head against my chest.
"I won't mention replacing it anymore. But how about this?"
Alicia turned her face up towards mine.
"Instead of a new dress, how about I add new parts to your current dress?"
"Ummm...huh?"
The little girl in my arms cutely tilted her head to the side.
"What I mean is, your dress doesn't have sleeves. How about I add them, as well as a proper collar, and maybe extend the skirt, clean up some of the rough parts, and overall make your current dress nicer? It'll be like filling it out to reflect how big and strong our relationship has grown to. Are you still against that?"
Alicia buried her face into my chest and stopped moving. I gave her time to think. As much time as she wanted. There was no need to hurry to do anything here.
After a little while, she looked up at me again.
"Okay!"
She gave me a million volt smile.
So, over the next few days, we gathered materials and fixed up her dress. In the end, it was something I thought was pretty presentable. A knee length one-piece with long sleeves, the trims were covered with outward facing fur, the seams hidden under ribbons made from taking apart the silk dress and dyed a girly pink. The leather was dyed black to match my own clothes.
Even if she couldn't see all details, it wouldn't be something we'd be ashamed of showing off to others.
But that wasn't really enough for me. There was something missing aside from the dress. That was underwear.
"What's this?"
"They're called panties, and they're something any proper girl should wear"
"You wear panties too?"
"I do, here"
I took Alicia's hand and slid it across my thigh to reveal the side strap underneath the hot pants I was wearing.
"See? So let me help you put them on"
"Okay"
I quickly slipped the pair on, but for some reason Alicia squirmed around uncomfortably.
"Is this really right?"
"As best as I can make it at least"
I wasn't a professional tailor after all.
"Just try getting used to it. If it still feels bad, then I'll make some adjustments"
But to my relief, there didn't seem to be much of a problem. Maybe she just never had any panties before? She certainly wasn't wearing any when we first met.
"..."
"What's wrong?"
"Do good girls wear the top part too?"
After her squirming died down while sitting on my lap, she touched the side of my chest wrap.
"Ah, erm, only after you get older. You don't need it right now"
"..."
"What is it?"
For some reason Alicia faced my side while lightly playing with my hair, tracing it's strands, holding locks together and dropping them.
"Is there any more of of this?"
She pointed at her hips.
"Ah, panties? I only made one for now"
But she shook her head.
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