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There was no doubt that Asuna Yuuki and Kazuto Kirigaya (or Kirito, as most of his friends called him) were head over heels in love with each other. There was an unbreakable bond between the two of them, a connection forged in the fires of battle and tempered with undying trust, mutual understanding, and a slightly excessive amount of passionate, kinky sex.
That said, even the best of couples experienced marital strife from time to time. Luckily, they had a rather simple system in place to handle the worst of it. Whenever one of them made a mistake that would normally leave them in the doghouse with the other, they would instead be required to participate in a single kinky fantasy scenario of their spouse’s choice.
And given his continued difficulty grasping even the absolute basics of romance, it was no surprise that Kirito found himself indulging Asuna’s crossdressing fetish on a regular basis.
Accidentally knocking over the pot of S-ranked stew Asuna had spent the last hour cooking? One night in a maid outfit and loose-fitting cuffs, handling the rest of Asuna’s chores while she groped and spanked him at every possible opportunity.
Completely misinterpreting another front-line player’s obvious flirting as a gesture of friendship and inviting her to his house? Half an hour of paddling while wearing a schoolgirl uniform, administered shortly after Asuna was done laughing herself sick.
Insinuating that Asuna would do something as ridiculously boneheaded as killing herself out of grief if he died fighting Heathcliff? One month of wearing a chastity cage, a butt plug, and a pair of Asuna’s panties under his clothes in real life - though she was at least generous enough to treat him to three straight nights of passionate post-rescue lovemaking first.
And in the entirely hypothetical event that Kirito was to screw up on an unprecedented level - for example, by going off on a solo quest, getting distracted, and arriving five hours late for the anniversary dinner Asuna had scheduled three months in advance…
“C-C’mon, Lizbeth, is this r-really necessary? I can’t even m-move my fingers like this!”
“That’s the idea! Now, put your lips together and pucker up so I can finish your makeup!”
...Well, okay, maybe that scenario wasn’t quite hypothetical.
Reluctantly, Kirito obeyed Lizbeth’s orders, allowing her to carefully paint a glossy pink gel over his lips. It wasn’t as if refusing to let her apply some lip gloss would make him look any less feminine at this point.
Looking back, he should have been a lot more suspicious when Asuna told him all he’d have to do to earn her forgiveness was renew his wedding vows, but he’d been so desperate to make things up to her that he probably would have agreed to anything. It was only when he’d logged into ALO that morning to find Asuna wearing a custom-tailored tuxedo and Lizbeth dressed as a flower girl that he’d realized what she had in mind.
He’d be renewing his wedding vows, all right - except this time around, he’d be the bride.
Even as embarrassed as he was, Kirito had to admit: Asuna had definitely pulled out all the stops with this pseudo-wedding. Not only had she managed to reserve a small in-game chapel for the big event, but she’d commissioned Lizbeth to prepare a very special set of extremely restrictive wedding gear for Kirito.
The first thing the pink-haired blacksmith had done after stripping Kirito naked was to force him to equip a lacy white bra and panties, each with their own kinky enchantments. The bra was a rare cosmetic item that altered the appearance of whoever wore it, giving them a spectacular pair of E-cup breasts, while the panties were designed to vibrate softly and soundlessly on command, ensuring Kirito would have a nice bulge visible even through the elegant wedding dress Lizbeth had prepared.
Once the enchanted undergarments and the dress were in place, the next items Kirito was forced to equip were a pair of white, lacy elbow-length gloves and a matching pair of stockings. Fortunately, both garments were perfectly normal as far as Kirito could tell - which sadly couldn’t be said for the thigh-high ballet boots he was presented with next. Not only did the insanely high heels make it nigh-impossible for him to move above a brisk walk, but a short length of chain was linked between the ankles, slowing him down even further.
With the full ensemble in place, Kirito had thought Lizbeth was mostly done with him - and as such, he hadn’t thought twice when she pointed out a bouquet of flowers sitting nearby and told him to clasp it between his hands. By the time he had any clue there was something wrong with the bouquet, it was already too late. When he tried to let go of the flowers and adjust his dress, he discovered that his fingers were helplessly stuck in place!
Lizbeth had taken that opportunity to educate him about <<Phantom Seal>>, a special high-level crafting material she was particularly fond of using. Not only was it one of the most powerful adhesives in all of ALO, requiring a special solvent to remove, but it was almost completely undetectable by conventional means, allowing for near-seamless repairs.
And not only had she slathered the bouquet with it, but she’d applied it to the inside of every single piece of gear Kirito currently had equipped. The only way he was getting out of this dress was with the solvent - and wouldn’t you know it, Lizbeth had just recently sold her entire supply to Asuna!
“There, all finished! What do you think?” Lizbeth finally declared, stepping back and letting Kirito look at himself in the dressing room mirror. Even knowing what Lizbeth had been working on, it took him a moment to realize the woman in the mirror was actually him. Between the wedding veil, the glossy lips, the expertly-applied mascara, and the cosmetic items Lizbeth had used to straighten his spiky black hair and extend it down to his waist, he looked exactly like a beautiful, blushing bride.
“I just hope Asuna likes this…” Kirito mumbled - or at least, tried to mumble. To his surprise, it came out sounding more like “Mm hmmp Mmsnmm lmmfs thmmf…”
“Oh, whoops, did I forget to mention that?” Lizbeth grinned, fastening a white cloth choker around Kirito’s neck while he was still shocked. “Asuna didn’t want you stumbling over your wedding vows, so she asked me to mix a bit of <<Phantom Seal>> into your lip gloss. Instead, this choker’s going to handle the hard part for you! Watch!”
Lizbeth tapped the center of the choker with her finger, and a seductive feminine voice sounded from the garment. “I do!”
“See? I added a playback enchantment, so you don’t have to worry about a thing!” Lizbeth said with a smile, giving Kirito an encouraging swat on the butt. “Now, get out there and knock ‘em dead! The sooner you two lovebirds get re-hitched, the sooner I get paid - and the sooner Asuna gets to drag you off for your honeymoon…”
Taking careful, hesitant steps in his ballet boots, Kirito slowly turned around and began his long, slow journey out of the dressing room and down the aisle. Still, as embarrassed as he was by the whole ordeal, Kirito couldn’t deny there was a strange flutter in his heart at the thought of marrying Asuna all over again. Even if they were meant as punishments, some part of him had come to enjoy being tied up, feminized, and toyed with by his doting wife - though he still definitely preferred the nights when he was on top. Maybe this wedding wouldn’t be so bad after all…
“Oh, by the way, did I mention I’m not the only girl Asuna asked to help out with the wedding?” Lizbeth called after him. “Argo, Sinon, and your sister all got invites too! Gotta say, Suguha seemed very eager to see what her big ‘sister’ would look like in a wedding dress!”
Suffice to say, Kirito would never, ever forget his anniversary again.
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