The Birth of the School Swimsuit
Although I felt uneasy, Meari had to leave Las Vegas. I held back my tears as I sent her off, then turned back toward the dungeon. "Please, wait a moment!!" I would have just kept walking, had the desperate-looking old man—the mayor and guild master of Las Vegas—not grabbed me.
"What is it? Haven't you heard the news? We are currently at war."
"I know it is rude, but I have no choice but to ask! Please, just listen to me first!!"
"...Hmm, fine. Let's hear it."
Shaitan had been calling for me to hurry back repeatedly, but one can never be too careful—unexpected problems can arise in any situation. I stood face-to-face with the guild master before stepping through the portal.
"If this isn't a problem important enough to stop me in my tracks, you'll be spending the rest of the day at the ranch."
"I have created a school swimsuit."
"...Wait."
I immediately called for Shaitan. Exhausted as she was, she greeted me the moment I reached out.
Shaitan held her breath at my words. The issue the guild master brought was so important that even Shaitan, who was waiting desperately for my arrival, was left speechless.
"A school swimsuit, you say...."
It was one of the many ideas I had tossed to the guild master, just a rough sketch I had handed over and forgotten about. Leaving aside the material, I had thought it impractical since its original purpose was just swimwear.
"Of all things, why did you make a school swimsuit?"
"That is because...." The guild master let out a ragged breath and pointed toward the west with a trembling hand. "I want to see the women swimming in the river wearing them."
"Good. You pass. I'll go see it right now."
I personally supported the guild master as we entered the government office. On the way, I sent a message to Shaitan, offering a sincere apology. 'I'll make sure to have you wear it later.'
If it were just a regular swimsuit, it wouldn't be of much help, but right now, the school swimsuit was the most important item that would become the strength of our legion. I entered the office with the guild master, swallowing the images flooding my mind.
"It's in here."
The guild master pointed to a small space in the corner of the office. It was a breakroom for the staff, and the space was incredibly cramped. 'Is he planning an assassination here?' Maybe he's planning to stuff a rock into a stocking and bash my head in from behind? I wondered if he was plotting something, but I knew Halpas wouldn't just jump out shouting "Kiyaa!" when I opened the door.
'If it's an assassin, I'll just kill them.' An assassin in the central office of Las Vegas? Or is the guild master doing it himself? Either way, I could handle it. I steeled myself and kicked the door open.
"Ma, Master?!"
"......So it was an assassination."
Inside, Eila was wearing the school swimsuit, her face flushed red as she glanced at me nervously.
"Ah, so this is what they call 'lethal beauty'."
The Andras-silk fabric shimmered like black latex, perfectly revealing Eila's physique. While she covered her chest with her arms, her supple, pale legs—exposed from the groin down—were tilted in a way that appealed directly to me.
'It's a shame it's not navy blue, but this is good in its own way.' A blonde, blue-eyed woman in a black school swimsuit. She was smaller than Shaitan, but her size was realistic enough to make my heart race even more. Like a woman caught trying on clothes in a dressing room, Eila fidgeted, repeatedly bowing her head.
"Ma, Master. This is, that is...."
Eila used one foot to slide her scattered clothes and stockings out of sight. It looked as if she had stripped down to nothing—not even a bra or panties—to wear only the swimsuit. I crouched down to confirm it.
"Sigh."
The camel toe was deeply indented. I raised a finger and pushed the fabric of the swimsuit passing through her crotch slightly to the side.
"Hehe, well, since we're here, please enjoy yourself...."
The guild master, being tactful, tried to back away. But I caught the closing door and called him back.
"No. You watch, too. Shouldn't we check if the garment functions properly? Eila, come here for a moment."
I briefly informed Eila of my plan. She blushed deeply, but nodded hesitantly.
"You said you wanted to see women swimming in the river in these, right? Then I'll let you see it. However...." I lifted Eila up in my arms. "Instead of swimming, I'll show you something else."
The river shall be dyed milky white.
Cost Yumpre, the guild master of the Las Vegas Spinning Guild, had one dream since he was young: 'I want to dress beautiful women in beautiful clothes.' Some had ridiculed his dream, calling him a pervert or questioning his sexual orientation, so Cost had lived for decades hiding his true feelings.
At best, he could only realize his dream by making dresses for noble daughters, but a dress made by a guild master in an unnamed city in a barony had no fame. But finally, light had descended upon him. Thanks to meeting one benefactor, he was able to unfold his desires to his heart's content.
Stockings. School swimsuits. And the existence of this person, who provided ideas for bizarre clothing like leggings, tank tops, and bondage, was truly like a green angel sent by God.
Splish, splash. And the green angel made him experience a new world.
Ah, haa, hnggg. The female knight, who commanded hundreds on the battlefield, was sobbing with her brilliant blonde hair scattered. She was completely soaked in the water, and the only thing she wore was the black school swimsuit Cost had created.
Splish, splash. And the orc clinging to the back of the female knight was stark naked, fondling her swimsuit while thrusting his hips. Every time the orc moved, the knight let out cries and drooled.
"Oooooh...."
In the middle of the river, where only the moon and stars shone as darkness fell, the orc was making love to the female knight, even ignoring the current. And she was wearing the clothes Cost had personally made.
"Guild Master, stop watching and come inside. The night air is cold."
The vice-representative of the craftsmen approached cautiously and called to Cost. Although she was a woman, she was strong-willed, and she shook her head as she watched the female knight crying out while held by the orc.
"How could someone like that be with an orc...."
"'An orc', you say." Cost snapped at the vice-representative in a sharp voice. "We are able to live like this because that person bestowed grace upon us. Do not forget. The reason we can live here in Las Vegas is because he permitted us to live here."
"...Yes. That is true. But how long can we live watching such things? Even the Goddess set it as a taboo-"
"So what if it is a taboo?"
Splish, splash. The orc, splashing water everywhere, changed his position with the female knight. "Is that a taboo? A taboo set by the Goddess? If so, there is no problem."
He made her lift one leg high while facing him, then slightly shifted the swimsuit at her crotch to the side, exposing her secret parts. It wasn't visible from Cost's perspective, but even watching from afar, the situation felt as vivid as if he were watching from right next to them.
Squish, squish, pshhh. A subtle sound, indistinguishable from the splashing river water or the fluids flowing from that person, echoed all around. Cost smiled as he watched the white, sticky liquid slowly flowing into the river water.
"He is a god. A new god who even defies the Goddess."
The white, sticky semen followed the flow of the river, passing over the moon reflected in the water. "Yes... I have lived until now to see this...." Cost shed tears quietly as he watched the clothes he had made being put to such meaningful use.
After the Eila and school swimsuit play. After carefully wiping the unconscious Eila with a dry towel and laying her back on the bed in the office, I checked the condition of the school swimsuit I had just stripped off her.
"For now, the primary purpose is a pass."
Even though she had been in the water, there were no wet spots. To be precise, even though the surface was wet, it hadn't soaked up water and become heavy like other clothes.
"At this rate, I can definitely call it a swimsuit."
If Shax had worn this school swimsuit to cross the puddle, she probably would have been overflowing with power and subdued me.
"Then, let's look at the ultimate purpose."
Swimsuits are made for swimming. But I, and the guild master, did not make this swimsuit for swimming. 'It's to put it on them and have sex.' Unlike Shaitan's dream play, how great is it that I can have something similar to clothed sex in reality?
I carefully felt and twisted the material from the chest to the armpits and the crotch area. "At this rate, it won't tear. It doesn't stretch out, either."
"I twisted and wound the Andras silk in several layers. I paid the most attention to resilience."
"Correct. A swimsuit that isn't bouncy isn't a swimsuit."
Even though I pulled the crotch area to the side, it didn't become loose. At this rate, it would maintain its unique texture and elasticity the next time she wore it.
"However, the durability isn't perfect. It seems Andras's feathers alone are not enough." I pointed to the mark on the crotch area. Perhaps because Eila, whose size didn't fit, had worn it, the crotch area was bouncy but slightly stretched open.
"Unlike stockings, which are highly disposable, a school swimsuit is a proper garment. It's a waste to throw it away after wearing it only five or six times. A lot of fabric went into it, too, right?"
"...May I speak honestly?"
"Speak."
"I didn't think you would have sex in the river while wearing that."
"......What?" My voice turned menacing on its own. "Why would I have asked you to make it if I wasn't going to have sex while wearing it?"
"Unlike stockings, I thought it was just for visual pleasure. You didn't ask me to make the crotch area easy to tear like stockings, so I thought it wasn't for that purpose...."
"Of course it's for that purpose! Every piece of material I gave you has that intention."
"Hmm...." The guild master nodded with a rather perplexed face. Come to think of it, the designs I gave him were mostly focused on the 'situation after putting it on', so he might not have known anything just by looking at the clothes. I fully understood the guild master's confusion.
'It's meaningless to explain nurse-milking play or female teacher play.' I have to make him understand the modern situation, but if I talk about it for no reason, it could backfire. Instead, I suggested he realize other ideas.
"Try making stockings in the same way you made the school swimsuit. And make it so they can be worn like this on top."
"That is....?"
"Leggings, and what's called a tank top. Guild master, think about it." I pointed to Eila, who was resting peacefully in the nude under the bed covers. "A female knight exercising in the training grounds wearing this... how about it? Her hair tied up in a ponytail, like a horse's tail."
"Sigh."
The guild master drooled as soon as he heard it. Nurses or teachers might be different from the modern world, but the image of an athletic woman is not much different. What if it's a blonde female knight at that? 'My dick is going to explode.'
"I see. I understand. There is still so much for me to learn."
"Right. I think there will be difficulties in making it realistically. But don't worry. There is a way to ease your worries."
I took out a piece of paper and showed it to the guild master. The guild master's eyes widened and he trembled as soon as he saw it.
"Is it possible to do this with leather as well?"
"O, of course. No, it absolutely must be leather."
"Good. The color... it's not black, but I think I can get leather."
I handed the paper to the guild master and pushed him out the door. "Go. Go and prepare."
"Yes!"
The guild master ran off with his eyes burning. I gathered Eila's clothes scattered on the floor and thought about the design I had handed to the guild master.
"It's the most urgent item for our legion... hehe."
There will be many battles ahead, and the number of prisoners will increase one by one. Our legion needed restraints to bind them.
"So, what is this called?"
"It's called bondage."
Leather restraints.