Transmigrated as a Fat villain: All heroines are after me
Chapter 17 - 17 - Transition from Fat to fit (2)

Chapter 17: Chapter 17 - Transition from Fat to fit (2)

As I entered the lavishly furnished bathroom of the seaside mansion, a sense of excitement filled the air.

The butler had spared no expense in preparing this bath, knowing my transformation needed careful attention.

The bathtub was a work of art, a gleaming marble basin that could comfortably fit two. It was filled to the brim with warm water, carefully regulated for comfort.

Imported oils and soaps awaited me on a marble slab nearby.

Their scents were captivating, a blend of exotic spices and delicate florals. Each bottle displayed intricate designs, showing their rarity and worth.

I added a few drops of scented oil to the water, watching it disperse its aroma. Sᴇaʀᴄh the ɴøvᴇlFɪre.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of nøvels early and in the highest quality.

With the care of an expert, I selected a creamy bar of soap that lathered easily, promising to cleanse and rejuvenate.

Relaxing in the fragrant water, I couldn't help but sigh with contentment.

The oils left my skin soft, and the soap banished the day's weariness. I closed my eyes and enjoyed a moment of relaxation.

After a while, I knew it was time to leave the bath. As I stood before the ornate mirror, I was taken aback.

My black hair framed a handsome face, and my skin glowed with vitality. My eyes, a shade of light gold, held a quiet intensity.

I traced my hand along my firm, well-defined body, a testament to my dedication and the Zendal bracelet's power.

In that moment, I felt reborn. The reflection in the mirror showed a nobleman of unparalleled allure, ready to face the world.

With newfound confidence, I wrapped myself in a plush robe and left the bathroom, ready to embrace the challenges and adventures beyond these opulent walls.

Once I had left the revitalizing bath and admired my transformed appearance, it was time to don a nobleman's attire that would match my newfound charisma.

The butler had prepared an ensemble fit for a prince, one that would surely command attention and admiration.

The outfit was laid out meticulously on the ornate four-poster bed. The garments were crafted from the finest materials, a testament to the mansion owner's wealth and taste.

First, I picked up a soft, white linen shirt with delicate lace cuffs. As I fastened the pearl buttons, a sense of elegance settled over me.

Next came tailored midnight blue trousers that hugged my legs, showcasing my strength.

A matching belt with a polished silver buckle completed the ensemble.

The velvet jacket, a deep sapphire, cinched at the waist, accentuating my frame. It was adorned with intricate embroidery, a testament to exceptional craftsmanship.

As I slipped into the jacket, I couldn't help but admire the luxury it exuded.

The velvet felt sumptuous, and the weight of the fabric was a reminder of the privilege I now held.

For footwear, polished black leather shoes were comfortable and impeccably crafted, the perfect choice for a man of style and substance.

The final touch was a burgundy silk cravat, tied in a simple yet elegant knot.

As I stood before the mirror once more, I marveled at the transformation.

The man who gazed back at me was no longer the overweight, unremarkable Zeph of the past. He was a vision of noble refinement, a man of stature and charisma.

With newfound confidence, I left the room, ready to embrace the challenges and opportunities that awaited me beyond the mansion's walls.

My attire spoke of power, elegance, and a determination to conquer whatever lay ahead.

Finally, the day of departure had arrived.

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