[R18] King's Domination-Chapter 14: Sexy Sales

In this world, there are no underwear for women. I realized that from the moment I saw the clothes women wear here.

In fact, in my original world, underwear only became common in the late 19th century.

"What... is this?"

"This is women's underwear, clothes worn under regular outfits. I'd like you to take a look at it, Iris."

At my words, Iris hesitantly picked up the underwear, looking nervous.

"These are called panties and bras, along with garter stockings."

"..."

Silently holding the underwear, Iris seemed to be thinking deeply.

"These are garments for a woman's chest, waist, and legs. The two round parts go over the chest, the two tubes go on the legs, and the rest is worn on the waist."

"Kya!?"

It seemed she understood where each piece was meant to go. With a cute yelp, her face turned bright red.

"...Isn't this basically being naked?"

"Yes. These are meant to be worn directly on bare skin."

"This one in particular... it's mostly just strings..."

"That's called a T-back. It's for the butt area."

"~~~~~~~~~~"

Iris's face was beet red, and her body trembled. I felt a little sorry for her, but this had to be done.

"I see. And when would someone wear such indecent clothing?"

"Normally, they're worn under clothes and can't be seen. But they can also worn by women during sex, like in bed service."

"I see. So these are clothes that make nudity look even better. How interesting."

"As expected of Mr. Morris. Your understanding is quick and very helpful."

While Iris remained dazed in embarrassment, Morris and I continued our discussion.

"As you know, Freesia's textile industry is losing its competitive edge. The reason is due to taxes and transport costs. But with underwear like this, we can sell at high prices and reduce shipping costs too."

"Hmm. But is it really possible to sell such cloth at high prices?"

What Morris said made sense. In the end, business is about mass production and low margins. Eventually, someone will copy the product and sell it cheaper.

"It's possible. Think of it like the watch you just bought."

"Hmm?"

"You paid 20 Million Cols for that watch. But if you'd really listened to the negotiation, you could have bought it for 10 Million Cols."

"Hmm."

"But you purposely paid twice the price, didn't you?"

"Ha! Lord Seiou, you saw right through me."

"You increased your own worth by choosing to pay more. If the watch is worth double, then so is the man wearing it."

"I see."

"This underwear works the same way."

"Oh?"

"Even if rival sellers try to imitate it, theirs are still fakes. The upper-class women will always want the real thing over cheap imitations. Because real women want real products. That's why these goods don't lose their value easily."

This is what we call a "brand". The more expensive it is, the better.

In fact, the company with the highest market value in Europe isn't an automaker or an aircraft manufacturer. It's Louis Vuitton.

"Freesia is known as a sex nation, and it is seen as a leading country in sex culture. We can use that image to evolve into a fashion leader."

"Hmm."

"And as the Seiou, I can lead that evolution."

I said this with full confidence.

A full-power sales pitch. Normally, that would be the end of it.

But my real strength as Seiou only begins here.

This next move is dangerous. If I fail, everything ends.

But I have to take the gamble.

"If possible.... I would like Iris to wear it right now."

"Ehh!?"

Iris, who had frozen until now, let out a shocked voice.

"Having her wear it and showing Mr. Morris is the best way to demonstrate it."

I kept my tone strictly business-like, showing no indifference towards Iris's reaction.

"...M-Master!?"

Iris looked at her master Morris with pleading eyes.

Most of the normal men (myself included) would never let another man see their woman in underwear. ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom

But Morris's kink is 'cuckolding.'

He's not normal anyways....

"Iris, wear this outfit."

With a cold command, he ordered his beloved slave.

A twisted smile formed on his lips. So the information about his cuckolding fetish was true.

"...Y-Yes, Master."

As a slave, Iris had no other choice but to obey her perverted master's command.