Iris had changed her clothes as per Morris's orders.
That being said, she was't allowed to change in a separate room. She was taking off her clothes behind a partition that was set up in the room.
*Swish, Swish, Swish*
The only sound in the room was the rustling of silk clothing.
Why is the sound of clothes rubbing together so erotic, regardless of whether it is this world or my previous world?
The clothes she had been wearing were draped over the partition. She was likely taking them off one by one. Thanks to the faint light filtering in, Iris' silhouette could be seen standing behind the partition.
The sounds of clothes being removed faded away, but there was no response.
She is probably feeling embarrassed and uneasy about being almost naked and wearing unfamiliar underwear.
"This is taking quite a while, Lord Seiou."
"It takes a long time for a woman to change her clothes, Mr. Morris. And I thought it would be fun to tease you like this."
"Hahaha, that's true."
I respond to Morris's words with appropriate responses. He seems to be in a good mood.
"...The preparations are complete, Master."
A bashful voice came from behind the partition.
"Then Iris, come here."
"Yes, master."
Iris appeared before us with unsteady steps.
Seductive long legs wrapped in garter stockings.
Her ample breasts are enhanced by the corrective effect of the bra, creating a more beautiful cleavage.
And her genitals, exuding a mysterious sexiness, were hidden by carefully embroidered shorts.
Her long hair illuminated by the setting sun streaming in through the window accentuates her beautiful body even more.
The only thing that remained the same as before was the collar around her neck, but this only added to her mysterious sexiness in her underwear.
"Ugh..."
Looking more closely, Iris was trembling slightly.
It must be her first time exposing her body to a man other than her master, let alone wearing clothes that reveal her body lines. Perhaps it's even more embarrassing than being naked.
"Wow, it's beautiful! Is this what she'll look like if she wears that outfit?"
Morris exclaims in admiration.
"Yes exactly. This is the first time I've seen such a beautiful female body."
I nodded in agreement and offered my praise. Offering words of praise was the best I could do to support Iris at this moment.
"Thank you very much, master."
Iris hesitantly expressed her gratitude. Even in her embarrassment, she felt a small amount of joy at having her body praised.
"Please take a look at her back as well, Mr. Morris."
"Hmm... Iris, turn around."
"Y-Yes, master."
Iris then shows her back.
"Oh my!"
Morris cried out involuntarily.
What was revealed before his eyes was a perfectly shaped hip like a fruit, with clear skin without a single blemish.
The underwear, which was nothing more than a thin string, did nothing to hide her butt, and instead accentuated her beautiful hip line.
"Ugh... how embarrassing, master."
Iris writhed as the two men focused their intense gazes on her ass.
"It's rare to find a woman with such a beautiful back. It's perfect."
I praise her very generously. I hear they always praise actresses, whether it's on the set of an AV or gravure shoot. I didn't want her to feel inferior at least.
"Is it really okay to wear clothes like this?"
Morris asks, staring at Iris's mostly exposed hips.
"Of course, for women, it's a nighttime attire that only special men can see."
"Hmm, wonderful."
"There are many different designs of underwear, so you can enjoy them depending on the occasion. Even with the same design of underwear, for example, red, white, and black can give a completely different impression."
"Hmm, that's true."
Perhaps he was imagining Iris in underwear of a different color already. Morris's lips quirked into a grin.
"Underwear has the effect of correcting the curves of the body. It makes your body look more beautiful and shows it off."
"Hmm."
"Good underwear is like armor to a woman before she goes to bed. They will pay a lot of money to buy good underwear, just as knights spend money to buy better weapons. There is a big business opportunity in it."
"I see..."
"It also protects the breasts by fixing them in place, and helps keep the genitals clean. It's also easy to wash. It's not just a costume for nighttime companionship."
"Hmm. Do all the women in your world wear underwear like this?"
"Of course."
"I see, I understand the gist of your proposal. Certainly, if successful, it will bring in a large profit."
"The skills of the seamstresses in my Kingdom of Freesia are the best on the continent. If you would just invest, we will definitely live up to your expectations."
I take advantage of this opportunity to make enthusiastic sales pitches.
"Hahaha, 'My Kingdom of Freesia', that's quite the spirit."
Those were the words I uttered when I first came to this world. Perhaps Morris found them funny, as he burst out laughing.
"But isn't it a bit of a challenge to popularize the culture of underwear among the women of this world?"
It hits you right where it hurts.
Morris had a point. It takes time for culture to spread, especially when it comes to underwear that no one sees.
"I have a solution to that problem. I'll get the girls from the brothel to wear underwear."
In this world, there are no professions such as fashion model or lingerie model. There are no idols or actresses who are fashion leaders.
If there were anyone who came close to that, it would be the girls of brothels.
"If the girls at the brothel wear it while serving customers, the underwear will become popular in no time."
"Hmm. But aren't there some men who prefer it naked?"
"It's a brothel, so in that case, you just have to take your clothes off."
"Oh, I see. Hahaha."
Morris laughed heartily, not knowing what was funny. Well, there are men who like going without underwear or bra, but that's complicated, so let's not get into that.
"So, sir Morris, can you provide us with a loan for this business proposal?"
"Hmm... I heard you're also in charge of improving the brothel's management?"
Without answering my question about financing the underwear business, Morris changes the subject and says his tests are still continuing.
Then I'll take it on.
"Yes. Anyway, I'd like to improve it all at once."
"Hmm... I'd like to hear your ideas as well."
"Got it."
With that said, I take a deep breath.
One wrong move and my relationship with this wealthy and influential man would fall apart and everything would come to nothing.
But there's no turning back. Improving the brothel's business situation is also essential.
I turned to Iris and opened my mouth.
"The best thing would be for you to try it for yourself. If possible, I would like you to demonstrate it, Iris."
"What?!"
Even Iris let out a cry of surprise.
"Hmm..."
As expected, Morris's eyes had changed color as well. The cheerful, relaxed look he had had earlier was gone.
"Of course, it would be best for Lord Morris to experience it for himself, but I don't mind taking his place."
"Hya?!"
At this even more shocking suggestion, Iris let out a shriek-like yell.
"Hmm..."
Iris was watching from the side as Morris played with his thick beard and thought deeply.
Any normal guy would say, "I'll experience it myself," or, better yet, get angry about it.
But I knew this man's sexual preferences. Moreover, he was a top-class businessman. He would be interested to see what kind of sex business I would propose.
Eight or nine out of ten, I'll succeed. If I can't, I'll just have to hang myself.
I held my breath and waited for Morris's reaction.
"I haven't been feeling well lately, so I'd like to ask Lord Seiou to take my place this time."
"M-Master, are you serious?!"
Perhaps because this was an unexpected answer, Iris cried out in distress.
"Being touched by someone other than my master... have you come to dislike me master?"
A pleading voice from Iris.
"That's not the case. It's for business purposes. That's an order, follow it."
"...Yes. I understand."
Iris lowered her eyes and resignedly obeyed her master's wishes.
It can't be helped, as she cannot understand the twisted feelings of her master, who has a cuckolding fetish.
Of course, I didn't really understand it either, and I didn't want to understand it anyways.
"Our rules prohibit women from selling themselves as prostitutes. However, there are exceptions, and only when a master gives his approval, where a female slave may be lent out."
"I see..."
How is that different from prostitution? I ask myself.
"In that case, the men are said to have a 'special relationship'. Having a 'special relationship' with Lord Seiou would also be a sign of fate."
"Yes. I'm also honored."
A "special relationship"? Perhaps they're "hole brothers"?
There's no point in thinking about such things.
From here on out, it's time to put it into practice. There's no turning back.
The image of Reina, eyes full of tears, desperately pleading with him comes to mind. To get her, he will become a lover, a human vibrator, or even a butter dog.
"I would like to use water, so let's please move to another location."
"Hmm, then a bath would be best."