Country of Countrymen [Yandere! Males! X F! Reader] | under editing

Mᴀɴ ᴠꜱ. Hɪᴍꜱᴇʟғ

                After a nice long bath, [F/n] was pleasantly refreshed. She got to lay in a bathtub that could be considered a swimming pool, step on polished tiles, and just generally relax while she cleaned herself. Abbey had asked for her measurements and had laid out her undergarments on the bed, along with a ruby red tea-length on a mannequin and crimson .

[F/n] smiled as she wore them, putting on the undergarments and sliding the dress in her body. It felt like silk caressing her skin as it hugged her figure agreeably. The outfit felt like it was tailored just for her. Trying the wedges on, she stood taller with additional inches to her height.

At first, she wobbled when she tried to walk on it, but after some getting used to, she was able to work well with the contours of the footwear that fit her soles, which improved her stance. After that, [F/n] opened the door and peeped out to let Abbey in. "I'm done changing," [F/n] informed with a bright smile.

Slightly startled, Abbey flinched as she was thinking how to style [F/n]'s hair. "That's great!" She clapped letting herself in and closing the door. "Let me do your makeup." Leading [F/n] before the vanity mirror, Abbey seated the girl before it and opened the drawers, which contained an organized makeup kit and beautifying materials.

While Abbey prepared the tools to paint art on [F/n]'s face, the latter stared at the mirror as Annette sat still as her reflection. The woman's eyes were smiling at her daughter. "You look beautiful in that dress, [F/n]," Annette commented, her bright blue eyes alive with warmth.

"Thank you," [F/n] returned with a smile.

"No need to. I love doing this," Abbey replied cheerily, perceiving the words of gratitude to have been spoken to her. She pinched [F/n]'s chin and raised her face to her view so she could start the makeup.

Chuckling, [F/n] connected her gaze with Annette, as if asking her mother for permission to tell Abbey about her.

"I doubt that she can see me," said Annette. "But you can try telling her."

"Abbey, can you see who my reflection is?" [F/n] asked as Abbey wiped her skin with a soft cloth to clear her face.

Turning around to the mirror, Abbey looked at [F/n]'s reflection but only saw the same [h/c]-haired girl staring back at them. "I see another [F/n] in the mirror," she admitted, turning back to her work. "Is there something wrong?"

"Oh, nothing," [F/n] dismissed it with a chuckle as Annette mirrored her little laughter.

Abbey then dedicated her attention to finishing the makeup. It was silent between the two of them, except when Abbey instructs [F/n] to close her eyes or tilt her head in a particular direction. After a short time, they were done with the makeup. Abbey then moved on to the hairstyle, which was sort of a

Just in time, there was a series of knocks on the door.

"Come in," [F/n] permitted the person entrance.

The knob twisted, and the door creaked open as Ade stepped in quietly. Upon landing his eyes on [F/n], his heart skipped a bit, and he almost froze in place. However, taking note of his reactions, he rolled his shoulders to loosen his stiff joints and drew a grin on his lips as he approached her, awing at how a dress and makeup could intensify her beauty.

"You are stunning," he commented as he put a hand on her shoulder and assessed her reflection in the mirror, his features unable to form a proper expression to show his appreciation. "Just wow."