[R18] King's Domination
Chapter 41: Reina’s Finery and Hard Netorare Business

Chapter 41: Reina’s Finery and Hard Netorare Business

"It’s kinda cute."

"This is nice!"

"So warm!"

The women, now changed into their outfits, looked at each other and shared their thoughts one after another. They seemed to like it overall.

Knee-high socks originally came from otaku culture. In games, female characters’ standing sprites often only showed them from the thighs up. So, longer socks were used. Even during a time of harsh otaku criticism, these socks gained huge support from men and slowly became part of real women’s fashion.

(Hmm, they keep the cuteness but add a touch of elegance.)

With knee-length skirts, the legs are fully covered by the socks. This keeps the beautiful curves of a woman’s legs while hiding bare skin, adding a sense of refinement. It balanced cuteness and elegance perfectly.

"I could probably go outside in these," one said.

Reina hopped around happily, her skirt fluttering. She seemed to love them too.

"But people might still stare at us," another said.

"Yeah, probably," someone agreed.

They were right, eyes would still follow them. I decided to give them a little encouragement.

"Don’t just shy away from being seen. In my world, there’s a saying: ’A woman’s gaze is her badge of honor.’"

I remembered that from some magazine and decided to use it.

"...Huh?"

The women all looked confused.

"Master, what’s a badge of honor?" Reina asked, speaking for the group. Oh, right, they don’t have a system of medals here....

"...It means women grow more beautiful when they’re seen, so don’t mind it and keep moving."

It was a loose translation, but it would do well enough. It’s true though, being noticed can boost a woman’s hormones, making her glow more.

"Oh, I get that!"

"Yeah, me too!"

"Girls in your world feel the same, huh?"

The women nodded, understanding my words. Phew, cross-cultural communication is quite tough.

"From a technical standpoint, may I ask something, Lord Seiou?"

"Go ahead."

Jerry, raising her hand politely, had a question.

"These are really wonderful clothes. I’d also love to make them in our workshop, but it seems technically quite challenging."

She murmured while examining Ran’s knee-high socks.

"Is it hard to make them in the workshop?" I asked.

"We could make something similar using tabi sock techniques, but we can’t replicate the stretchy part. It’s also the same issue with other undergarments."

I understood what Jerry meant. The same problem as with underwear, no elastic material....

(Elastic is tricky.)

Rubber comes from a plant used for ages. It might exist here if we looked. But pure natural rubber is weak to heat and falls apart quickly. Humans only started using rubber widely in the late 19th century after chemical advances, and it became common in clothes in the 20th century. This world’s technology can’t handle the aura of my previous world’s technology....

"But if we use lots of strings, we can make something similar to this," Jerry suggested.

"Hmm, but that might not be cute," Reina said, frowning. Socks held up by strings could be cute in their own way, but they might make legs look thicker.

"If the skirt hides it, wouldn’t that be fine?" I asked.

"No way. A wise man once said that even the hidden parts of fashion matters, Master," Reina shot back, using something I’d taught her against me🥲.

But she was right.

"What about a garter belt... a simple corset around the waist to hold them up?" I suggested.

"Yeah, that could work. But we still want that stretchy material," Reina said.

"I’ve heard that the silk from southern black silkworms stretches very well," Jerry added.

"Huh?"

Jerry’s information was intriguing. If this world had a natural material that could substitute elastic, that’d just be perfect.

"But only a big merchant could handle black silkworm silk," she added.

(Hmm, a southern big merchant...)

There was only one person who came to mind when I heard about a big merchant.....

"Got it. I’ll ask Morris about it then."

I’d need rubber or a substitute anyway, and he’d invited me to his mansion previously, so it’s one stone two birds.

Jerry’s eyes widened in surprise as she heard Morris’s name from me.

"So the rumors about you being close with the great merchant Morris are true, Lord Seiou?"

"Yeah, something like that..."

Close? More like we’re practically brothers-in-arms, but sure, let’s call it close for educational purposes.

"Cost matters too in this matter. If the material is too expensive then it won’t be profitable," Jerry said.

"True."

"Morris is a tough negotiator."

"You’ve met him?"

"A few times, for trade deals."

Jerry’s face darkened, and she trailed off. He must’ve given her a hard time.

"...I even brought Lucia from the brothel once, but he wasn’t swayed at all."

So even seduction failed. Jerry’s lips twisted in embarrassment and frustration.

(Well, Morris’s a gentleman pervert obsessed with Iris’s netorare fetish. No wonder it didn’t work. He’s a top-tier merchant, so a direct approach won’t cut it. It’s like a top class model getting approached by country bumpkins.)

So, there is only one option left... targeting Iris.

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I sent a female guard to Morris’s mansion to ask if I could visit him soon for some urgent matters.

"Lord Morris said, ’Come anytime, you are always welcome, but please make sure to bring Reina along this time,’" the guard reported after returning.

(Hmm, bring Reina?)

It was an unexpected request, and I paused to think about it.

I didn’t want to bring Reina to that pervert’s place.

(But Miya, the clerk, said Morris’s just a kindly old man. And Jerry said he wasn’t interested in Lucia too.)

He’s supposed to be a gentleman pervert obsessed with Iris’s netorare fetish. I’d be there too, so it should be fine.

"Can I come too? I also wanna go!" Reina said, clinging to my arm excitedly, unaware of the situation.

"Alright then, let’s go. But if I ask you to leave, you’ll leave, okay Reina?"

"Okay, got it!"

I took Reina and a few guards and headed to Morris’s mansion.

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"Welcome, Lord Seiou!" Morris greeted me at his mansion’s entrance, with Iris, hooded, smiling beside him.

"Let me introduce, this is my floor maid, Reina."

"Pleased to meet you, Lord Morris. I’m Reina," she said, curtsying gracefully, like a noblewoman.

"So this is the slave girl you married? What a lovely and beautiful young lady," Morris said.

"Master, she’s a floor maid, not a slave," Iris corrected.

"Oh, right, that’s what they call it there," Morris said, chuckling.

In his country, floor maids were like slaves, it seemed.

"Reina, please come this way," Iris said, leading her to another room. I felt uneasy but had to trust them. The female guards waited at the entrance.

"Thanks for your wonderful gift last time, Lord Seiou," Morris said as we sat on the guest room sofa.

"I made it with my magic and knew well that you’d make good use of it, Lord Morris," I said.

"Haha, indeed! I shared some with my merchant friends, and they were thrilled."

I see, the extra body soap had been put to good use.

"The ’foam wash’ is especially great. I have Iris do it daily for a while. I never thought bathing could be so enjoyable," Morris said.

"I’m teaching the women here foam washing every few hours like some corporate job," I replied.

"Hahaha, sounds busy! But that’s great," Morris laughed, clearly in a good mood.

"As a thank-you, I have a gift for you too," he added.

"Thank you, that’s an honor."

I remembered him mentioning something like that. Knowing Morris’s perverse tastes, I braced for something odd.

*Knock! Knock!*

Just then, the guestliest door was knocked on rhythmically.

"Master, preparations are ready," Iris’s voice echoed through the room.

"Bring her in," Morris said.

Iris entered respectfully, followed by Reina, and I gasped at her appearance.

"W-ow..."

Reina wore a stunning outfit from the southern lands, layered with fine white fabric adorned with gems. Her face was covered by a hood, with a sheer black scarf over her mouth, leaving only her eyes visible, which shone with a striking beauty.

She looked like a princess from the arabian lands.

"You look... beautiful, Reina," I said.

"Thank you, Master," she replied, beaming.

"She looks exquisite, doesn’t she, Master?" Iris said.

"Indeed, a beautiful girl in finery is always a sight," Morris said, smiling like a proud grandfather. Maybe he wasn’t just a netorare-obsessed pervert after all.

"Thank you for such a wonderful gift," Reina said, bowing gracefully, and I followed suit.

"No trouble at all. Hearing you’d married a slave girl, I thought she must be a lovely girl and prepared a bridal outfit," Morris said.

"Master, she’s a floor maid, not a slave," Iris corrected him again. Morris didn’t seem keen on changing his wording. He was just suffering from success, casual rich things....

"In my country, marrying a slave is one of the most honorable deeds. And the more beautifully you adorn her with jewels, the greater the man’s worth," he explained.

So, slaves were treated almost like concubines. It made sense why Iris was always so finely dressed.

I glanced at Reina, worried about her reaction to being called a slave.

"Marry..." she murmured, blushing at the word "marry" rather than focusing on the word "slave." She didn’t seem upset at all.

"Thank you for the gift, Lord Morris. Now, can we move to the business discussions?" I asked.

"Of course," Morris agreed.

"Reina, this might take a while. Go back to the mansion with some guards, I’ll get back in a while," I said.

"Understood, Master. Lord Morris, thank you for the lovely gift. I’m glad to meet you," Reina said, bowing politely.

Morris laughed heartily, looking every bit the kindly old man.

"Finally..."

As Reina left, I breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed she’d been spared any strange encounters.

Once I confirmed only Morris and Iris, standing by his side, remained in the room, I locked the door from the inside.

*Clang!*

The metallic click of the lock made Iris flinch slightly. She must’ve sensed something was coming, and she wasn’t wrong....

"Let’s begin the business talk now," I said.

["Psychopath" Activated]

I quietly activated my psychopath skill for the real negotiation.

To make this deal with Morris, I needed to keep him in a good mood.

And to satisfy this netorare-loving man, Iris would have to endure some embarrassment again.

"Ugh..." Iris murmured, looking down shyly. No matter how fine her clothes or rare her jewels, she was still just a slave to a perverse master.

She had no way to resist.

Under the influence of my psychopath skill, I felt no guilt, only the calculating gaze of a chef eyeing a delectable dish, studying the blushing Iris.