Chapter 227: Introducing Womens Undergarments (1/2)

The sun shone through the windows of Berengar's castle and into the dining room where Berengar, Linde, and Henrietta had gathered for breakfast. After sitting in their chairs and waiting for the food to arrive, Berengar noticed that Linde was rubbing her back, and out of concern for her health, he began to ask about it.

”Are you alright?”

Linde gazed up at Berengar and immediately responded with a forced smile on her face.

”I am fine; it is just sometimes I get backaches. I wonder why...”

Berengar immediately noticed the two bulbous mounds protruding from her chest and the cleavage they presented in the dress she wore. It did not take long for him to understand his lover's plight, and as he did so, he slapped himself on the forehead before exclaiming.

”Of course! I don't know why I didn't think of it before! Linde, you just gave me a wonderful idea!”

As such, Berengar immediately got up from the table and took off towards his study. Linde knew better than to interrupt her man when he had acquired inspiration. She smiled as Berengar ran away and rested her exquisite face in the palm of her hand as she gazed at Berengar from afar.

Several hours passed since then, and despite not having Breakfast, Berengar was fully satisfied with himself. In this time, he had devised an entire sketchbook filled with various designs for women's undergarments. He did not know why he had not thought of such a thing earlier.

Not only did modern underwear provide ample support to women's breasts, but it also looked incredibly sexy, and Berengar had greatly desired to see Linde in his new designs. Of course, there was also profit to be made, but deep down, all Berengar cared about was seeing Linde dressed in modern underwear.

After completing his designs, he rushed them down to the garment district, where he presented the schematics to the head of his women's fashion sector. As per most decent fashion designers, the director of development for women's fashion in Kufstein was a man. After flipping through the sketchbook with a stoic expression, the man finally placed the book down and gazed at Berengar with a curious expression.

Seeing this, Berengar thought he might have gone a little too far with some of the designs and asked nervously.

”Well, what do you think?”

The man finally broke out into a wide smile before complimenting Berengar.

”Your Grace, you are a genius!”

Hearing the man compliment him in such a manner made Berengar far more confident in the designs he had construed. Because he was a virgin in his past life, Berengar had not seen too many women in their underwear, at least not in person. He was mainly going off of his knowledge from hentai, pornography, and of course, internet searches from pure curiosity.

However, now that he had been reincarnated into a new world with a gorgeous lover by his side, he could finally realize his dreams of having a beautiful girl wear such erotic finery for his pleasure. In the end, is that not what all men desired?

By now, his mind had long since given up on the idea of these creations being created for the sole purpose of helping women and instead had embraced its inner pervert. Of course, he would never let this show on his face, and instead, he smiled at the man he had tasked to create women's clothing.

”I see that you are a man of culture as well...”

The man instantly laughed at Berengar's comment. Despite being a fashion designer, he was one hundred percent heterosexual and a bit of a playboy. He could not wait until he could get every woman in the city dressed in such undergarments.

However, he quickly got to the task at hand.

”So I am guessing you will need some of these for the voluptuous lover of yours, and you will want them quickly, am I right?”

Berengar had felt a sense of kinship with this man since he first introduced his takes on Berengar's initial designs of Tudor and Elizabethan style clothing. The man had a penchant for aesthetics just like himself and knew what made women look good as such; Berengar nodded with a smile on his face.

That was all the signal the fashion designer needed before flipping through Berengar's sketchbook, where he landed on a particular design. It was a pushup bra made of black silk and had a golden floral lace pattern; the panties matched in style and color. After placing his finger above the design, he exclaimed his honest opinion out loud.

”I believe your woman will look fantastic in these; just give me her measurements, and I will have them made by the end of the day!”

Berengar smiled as he boldly proclaimed Linde's measurements with a hint of pride on his face.

”33D-22-33”

The man's draw nearly dropped when he heard this; the only thing he was capable of saying in response to such a thing was the phrase.