Chapter 52
Chapter 52
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 52
Chapter Title: The Bra Seminar Dream
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"Hello, I'm Emily Stewart, Young Master William's exclusive maid."
Suddenly, Emily shot to her feet and stared off into the distance, launching into greetings and self-introduction.
I was so flustered that words failed me. For a while, I just stared at her, my mouth opening and closing soundlessly.
"...Emily, what are you doing?"
"Yes? You told me to do it, Young Master."
"Me? What did I tell you to do?"
"Sigh..."
Emily looked at me with pity and let out a sigh.
Then she pointed off to the side with her finger.
"You opened a presentation for the customers, Young Master."
"Huh?"
We had clearly been in the room, but before I knew it, Emily and I were up on a podium facing the audience.
"What is this...?"
"Young Master, we need to start quickly. The customers are waiting."
"Huh? Oh, right."
I had no idea what was going on, but I nodded anyway.
"Then... bring out the clothes I need to explain."
"Yes."
"Wha... what?"
As I pulled myself together and started the proceedings, Emily smiled faintly, nodded, and began stripping off her clothes layer by layer.
She untied the apron's knot and unbuttoned the maid uniform, letting the garments slide to the floor one by one.
"All done."
Finally tossing aside even her chemise, Emily placed her hands on her hips and replied as if it were no big deal.
"E-Emily, why are you suddenly—why?!"
The black bra hugging her pale skin flooded my vision without warning—a violent wave of flesh tones—and I stammered in utter bewilderment.
"Well, I'm wearing the clothes you told me to explain, so I have to take them off to show them, right?"
"Why are you... wearing that?"
"You told me to put it on just a bit ago."
"Huh...?"
Did I? I had no memory of it.
But that didn't mean Emily would have put it on herself.
Still, her utterly calm demeanor nagged at me.
A girl who blushed at showing her legs wouldn't bare her skin in front of others.
"Urgh..."
"Are you okay?"
The situation was so confusing that I grimaced and clawed at my hair. Emily frowned and approached.
Then her soft, warm hands cupped my cheeks, and her cleavage filled my view.
"Ugh..."
My heart pounded wildly, my already muddled mind went blank, and everything stopped.
"Feeling confused?"
Her gentle voice wormed into my ear, a hazy sensation washing over me with languid warmth.
"...Yeah, I don't know what's going on."
"How about we finish the presentation first and think later? We should wrap up what's right in front of us quickly. It'd be rude to the guests who came all this way."
"Yeah, you're right..."
She was right.
The guests were waiting. This wasn't the time to waste time.
"Thanks. I feel calmer now."
My dizzy, tense head cleared, and I removed Emily's hands from my cheeks.
Looking forward, I flashed a gentle smile at the audience and opened my mouth.
"Hello, everyone. Today, I'd like to introduce bras, focusing on the cups."
- Clap, clap, clap!
I bowed my head slightly, and applause erupted from the audience.
"Phew..."
I wet my lips, took a deep breath, lifted my head, and spoke.
"In a bra, the cups generally wrap around and shape the breasts. If the goal is simply comfortable support, they're made of fabric alone to cradle them. But if you want to create a beautiful bustline and silhouette, they include underwire framing to shape them."
I turned slightly and pointed at Emily.
"The one this woman beside me is wearing is called a full-cup bra. It's the most practical type of underwear."
"What do you mean by 'practical'?"
I paused briefly to let the audience digest, and Emily tossed out the question as if she'd been waiting.
From her actions, I roughly understood how this presentation was going to go.
Back-and-forth questions with Emily to drive the explanation.
I drew the area a bra covers over the breasts in the air with my finger.
"A full-cup bra has wide fabric coverage that envelops the entire bust. Using low-compression material provides comfortable support, while high-compression material firmly controls movement and jiggle."
"I see. Any other features?"
"Thanks to the wide fabric, full-cups excel at weight distribution and support, but the downside is they limit the outfits you can wear."
"Limits on outfits?"
Emily tilted her head, frowning as if she truly didn't understand.
Her acting was top-notch.
I inwardly admired her performance and pointed to the upper edge of the cups.
"This bra covers the entire breast."
"Yes."
"So if your outfit has even the slightest dip, the underwear shows."
"It'd look weird with anything immodest."
"Exactly. Unless you're intentionally showing it off, it'd look really strange. That's why some outfits become unwearable. To balance practicality with outfit compatibility, we subdivide the cup types."
"I see. Now I get why you've been obsessing over these like a pervert."
"......"
Acting? It stung like there was real feeling behind it.
"Moving on to the next."
"Yes."
"Emily, next under..."
"Whoa... what the hell?"
Before I knew it, Emily's underwear had changed to match the explanation.
I hadn't seen her change. When did it happen?
I'd been losing focus, even hallucinating...
Did I not sleep well?
Or did I eat something bad...?
"What's wrong?"
"N-nothing. Let's keep going."
As I stood there dazed, Emily narrowed her eyes and whispered.
I gave an awkward smile, shook my head slightly, and resumed facing the audience.
"The next bra is a half-cup, covering about half the breast."
Some classify 3/4 cups separately, but it felt too complicated, so I skipped it.
"It's the most versatile and common type. The reduced cup size pairs well with various outfits while still offering decent comfort."
"Is that so...? It already feels uncomfortable to me."
"Of course, it varies by person..."
I smiled awkwardly, noting exceptions, and brushed off Emily's complaint.
This was about general cases, not outliers like Emily.
Even in my past life with advanced materials and sizing, D or E cups and up were treated as non-standard. Here, it must be worse.
"Half-cups come in two styles based on angle: the one Emily's wearing now, which gathers the breasts toward the center, and the balconette, which lifts them up."
I glanced at Emily to illustrate, and her underwear had already changed.
The balconette style, where the cup edge was level with the ground.
At this point, I wasn't even surprised.
Whatever it was, it made explaining easier...
"Where does 'balconette' come from?"
"As the name suggests, it's flat like a balcony."
I thought that was the reason, but according to some erotic tales, it was because you couldn't see the bra even looking down at a woman on a balcony below.
"Unlike standard half-cups that emphasize cleavage, it accentuates the breast shape more. With less upper coverage, it allows bolder décolletage."
"I see."
"Now, onto the last one."
I signaled Emily and glanced toward the audience.
"Finally, the quarter-cup bra."
This time, it was barely-there underwear, practically nudity.
An area where 'cup' started feeling awkward.
In my past life, they called it shelf or cupless.
"Is there even a point in wearing this?"
"It's better than nothing."
I had no idea why they made these.
At this size, going without seemed better, but some preferred it.
And even if it's hard to understand, it's sexy. That's good enough.
Sometimes you make seemingly useless clothes for beauty or pleasure.
"Quarter-cups are for slight gathering with maximum exposure. While others have some practicality, this is pure display."
"It looks that way."
"But outfits are just an excuse. Really, it's for 'those kinds' of uses. Some people shop for that."
"I didn't need to know that."
"Haha..."
Later, there'd be more 'those kinds'—crotchless, straps-only, etc.
Not that I'd make them.
Someone imaginative and clever would handle it. No need for me to do everything.
"That's the classification by cup type. There are variations in straps, wires, bands, etc., but we'll cover those next time. Thank you for listening. Questions?"
- Clap, clap, clap!
I bowed slightly, and moderate applause rose from the audience.
It was rushed and imperfect, so I'd been nervous, but at least it wasn't a total flop.
"Explanation's done?"
As I looked up waiting for questions, Emily sidled close and whispered.
"Yeah, that's it for today."
"I see. Hehe~"
"...?"
Suddenly, Emily grinned slyly and narrowed her eyes.
Then space warped, and the scenery before us began to shift.
"What the..."
The podium and audience vanished in an instant, leaving Emily and me alone in a pitch-black room walled in darkness.
"Emily, get behind me first..."
I turned my back to her, pulling her close, and scanned around.
"Young Master."
Her soft, sticky voice coiled around my ear.
My earlobe burned, and I jumped, covering it and turning. Emily gazed up at me with seductive eyes.
"Emily? Why'd you call me?"
"Young Master, it's time to wake up from the dream."
"What? Dream? What do you mean? Explain properly, Emily."
Emily approached with a bewitching smile.
Her vibe so unlike usual filled me with fear and confusion. I tried to back away, but my feet wouldn't move.
"Ugh! Emily, wait—"
"Shh~"
Her finger pressed my lips.
"See you next time."
_
"Gasp!"
A flash of white light jolted me awake.
Emily and the black void were gone, replaced by the familiar ceiling and room.
"Haa—hoo..."
I caught my ragged breath, sweeping back my hair with trembling hands.
Not a nightmare, but my heart raced fiercely, and my body was soaked in sweat.
"Haa..."
Feeling sticky and drained like I'd sprinted hundreds of meters, I glanced around irritably.
"Good morning, Young Master. You woke up on your own today without me calling you."
"Emily...?"
Emily, drawing back the curtains, met my eyes and smiled with her morning greeting.
Unlike the dream Emily, she was prim in her neat maid uniform.
But the seductive image from the dream kept overlapping.
"......"
"What's wrong?"
Too embarrassed to meet her gaze, I looked away. Emily furrowed her brow worriedly and drew near.
"Your face is red, and you're drenched in sweat. Are you sick, Young Master?"
"N-no! Just... hot, I guess."
As she leaned in to check my forehead casually, I waved her off frantically, insisting I was fine and pushing her back.
"Really? If anything hurts, tell me. Summer colds are brutal."
"Yeah... got it... haha..."
I gave an awkward smile at her genuine concern.
It was just a mundane, silly dream, but my ears still burned for no reason.