"Did you already get the black silk?"
When I told Jerry, the chief engineer, that I had brought back black silk from Morris, her eyes widened in shock, and her mouth dropped open.
"Yeah, I got it," I said.
The large wooden crates, carried by Morris’s servants, were filled with piles of jet-black silk. There were ten crates, so it was quite a haul.
"How much did all this cost, Lord Seiou?"
"Oh, it was free," I replied.
"Free..."
Jerry looked like she might faint, and I quickly steadied her.
"Morris, the famously stingy rchant, gave all these expensive silk for free? I can’t believe it," she said.
"It’s true," I assured her.
Jerry clutched her head, dizzy with disbelief. She’s had a tough ti, hasn’t she?
"What kind of trick did Lord Seiou use?"
"That’s a trade secret," I said.
No way could I admit that I had Iris perform a sexual favor.
While Jerry was still reeling, the young seamstresses eagerly opened the crates and started handling the black silk.
"This is black silk! It’s really black!"
"I heard you can dye it to change its color."
"Will it hold up when washed?"
"Wow, it stretches so much, like cheese!"
"But it’s super strong!"
"I’ve never touched silk this fine before."
The seamstresses were pulling and stretching the fabric without hesitation. They probably didn’t realize how valuable it was.
"Sorry, but there’s no more coming. Use what we have carefully," I said.
"Got it!"
"With this much, we’ll be fine for a while."
"As expected of Lord Seiou!"
The seamstresses expressed their gratitude simply. Once this runs out, we’ll have to buy more through Morris’s connections, the proper way.
"By the way, where’s Reina?"
Reina, who had left earlier, was nowhere to be seen.
"Reina’s taking a nap in the break room. She said she didn’t sleep last night," one girl said.
"She said she’s napping to prepare for tonight," another added with a giggle.
"What kept her up all night, Lord Seiou~?"
The young seamstresses teased cheekily. Being popular can be such a hassle.
"But, you know, having just one maid like Reina might be tough for her," one said.
"Yeah, she’s got modeling work too."
"And cleaning the mansion."
"And cooking als."
They had a point. Even for soone as energetic as Reina, juggling work, housework, and nightti duties might be too much.
"Hey, Lord Seiou, since Reina’s got so much on her plate, how about we take over so of her nightti duties?"
"Oh, lissa, that’s bold!"
" too!"
"I’d want my first ti to be with Lord Seiou too."
"How about all of us together, Lord Seiou?"
"Do be gentle with us!"
The girls approached with playful smiles, teasing .
But I calculated rationally. When it cos to gaining experience, quality matters more than quantity. Compatibility is key for leveling up, and Reina alone was worth more than these ten girls combined.
Killing ten slis is less efficient than defeating one tal sli.
"Even if all ten of you tried, Reina’s worth more than all of you put together," I said, stating the truth indifferently.
"What?!"
"No way!"
"Seriously?"
"Reina’s that amazing?!"
The girls froze in shock, as if turned to stone. They must have misunderstood, but explaining would be too much trouble. Oh well.
"Lord Seiou, Lady Lucia is here to pick you up," another seamstress called out.
(Already?)
I had tasked Lucia with sothing else. No ti to rest, I had to head to the brothel next. Tonight was the grand opening of the new brothel, and I had to be there.
"Lord Seiou, I’ve co to escort you," Lucia said, greeting .
Her hood covered her head, but a bit of her hair peeked out, exuding allure. Like Iris, Lucia had a seductive charm, even without showing much skin or hair.
"Is everything ready?" I asked.
"Yes. The rush construction is complete, and the cleaning is also done," she replied.
Lucia was as reliable as ever.
"And the costus?"
"They’re ready, but so might resist wearing them," she said.
"Don’t worry, I’ve planned for that," I assured her.
That’s why I brought Lucia along. The Laika faction was already under my control, they wouldn’t dare object.
"Let’s head to the brothel then," I said, and Lucia and I set off.
.....
I headed to the newly renovated brothel. Despite being converted from an ancient bathhouse in just a day and a night, it looked impressive.
The large bathhouse had been turned into a grand lobby with tiered seating, while the rest was divided into private rooms with mirrors and doors. It was simple construction, but the cleaning must have been a massive task. Apparently, retired brothel workers had also helped with the cleanup.
"Lord Seiou, we’ve been waiting for you!"
Laika greeted with a bright smile, wearing a full-body robe like Lucia’s.
She grabbed my arm and pressed it against her soft, ample boobs.
"You helped with the cleaning, didn’t you? Good job," I said.
"Hehe, thank you!" she replied, delighted.
Lucia, as instructed, took my other arm as we walked.
With Lucia and Laika on either side, I headed to the lobby where the won were waiting.
The won, dressed in old-fashioned long dresses, lined up and bowed in unison when they saw .
(This actually feels good.)
There was sothing exhilarating about commanding so many won.
"Lucia, Laika, start," I said.
"Yes!"
"Okay!"
At my signal, Lucia and Laika removed their long robes.
The won gasped in surprise, which quickly turned into excited cheers.
"Lucia, you’re so gorgeous!"
"So sexy!"
The won couldn’t take their eyes off her.
Lucia wore a white, elegant long dress, but the neckline was boldly cut, revealing most of her ample cleavage, barely contained by her bra.
The skirt was even more provocative, with a slit up to her waist that showed off her long legs with every movent. The blend of elegance and sexiness must have been captivating, even to other won.
"Laika’s dress is so cute!"
"And hot!"
Laika’s outfit was equally unheard of in this world. Her dress had a low neckline, exposing her chest, paired with a tight mini-skirt cut twenty centiters above the knee, in a vibrant orange that matched her hair. It balanced cuteness and sexiness perfectly.
Both dresses had been tailored and customized by the sewing workshop.
"These are the outfits you’ll wear in the brothel from now on," I announced while their attention was still rapt. I wasn’t asking for their agreent, there was no ti to get everyone’s approval.
"Um, isn’t it a bit much to have everything visible in the lobby?" one woman said, raising her hand shyly. She was from the forr Laika faction (I’ll just call them the forr Laika faction for simplicity).
"No problem. You’ll be wearing undergarnts too," I said. "Lucia, Laika, show them."
"Sure."
"Here we go!"
Lucia shifted her slit to reveal her waist, showing off her underwear to the won. It was simple but skimpy, with white embroidery, and a Y-shaped T-back that barely covered her full hips.
Laika lifted her skirt to reveal bright pink underwear. It looked cute at first glance but was sheer in places, with a provocative T-back design. When she turned to show her backside, the won squealed, "Wow!" and "That’s so hot!"
"The bra makes my chest feel so comfortable," Laika said.
"Lucia’s got a big chest, so it must help," one woman said.
"Can I touch it?"
"This bra also makes your chest look bigger and shapelier," Lucia added.
Laika was showing off her bra now too.
"I want one of those!"
Lucia and Laika explained the bras like professional lingerie models, confidently showcasing the new outfits.
I had chosen this dramatic reveal for two reasons.
First, to prevent resistance to the new outfits. By creating an atmosphere where these clothes were mandatory in the brothel, I could push through any objections. It’s like how won wear bikinis at the beach without hesitation, peer pressure at work.
Second, to reinforce my absolute authority over the brothel. Young won, especially the rebellious forr Laika faction, can be hard to control. Using Lucia and Laika, the brothel’s top figures, to show their submission to was crucial.
"Lucia, you’re so sexy!"
"If we’re wearing these underneath, maybe it’s okay if they show."
"Doesn’t wearing them make it even hotter?"
"I’d want an even shorter skirt!"
To my surprise, the won gathered around Lucia and Laika, admiring their dresses and underwear. So far, the reaction was positive. I decided to press forward and implent the new system without delay.
"As for the underwear, I’ll create it with magic," I said.
My sex magic made underwear automatically adjusts to the wearer’s body. Making it for everyone would take effort, but it wasn’t difficult.
"Yay!"
"Please make mine cute!"
"I want sothing super sexy!"
"Really?"
"Well, the clients will like it, right? We only wear it here."
"Yeah, maybe I’ll go for sexy too."
The won responded enthusiastically, chatting among themselves. These young brothel workers were open-minded, which made things easier.
"After the first set, you’ll need to buy your underwear from the workshop," I said.
"Okay!"
"Underwear is a key product for our workshop. Only you can promote our sexy underwear. Make sure you do it well."
"Sure!"
"Understood!"
By having them wear these provocative outfits and underwear, we’d attract clients to the brothel while promoting the workshop’s new sexy underwear line. It was a total win-win.
(A/N: Hi everyone! I’m so sorry, but due to a high fever and unexpected internet outages in my area, I couldn’t post on ti for the Win-Win and MGS events. As a result, my participation was invalidated, which has significantly impacted this book’s earnings. While I’m disappointed, I’m prioritizing my health for now and may update a bit later than planned. Once I’m back to full strength, I promise to return with consistent updates! Thank you for your understanding and support🫠)
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