Chapter 41
Chapter 41
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 41
Chapter Title: Revolution's Panties Fluttering (5)
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I threw a fit for a good while after that, insisting I'd draw the school uniform no matter what, but sheer stubbornness wasn't going to solve this.
If the only issue was drawing it, I could've forced my way through somehow, but even just looking at what I'd drawn made my stomach churn. There was no fixing that.
Imagining it in my head was fine—no problems there—but the moment I tried to put it on paper with my own hands or glanced at the result, that nauseous feeling hit me like a truck.
As I cleaned up the disaster of a room, I vented my rage by cursing out the bastard who'd made me lose my love for school uniforms.
In the end, I figured this was a mental block, so I silently vowed to overcome it someday and draw those uniforms again.
Giving up on them entirely still wasn't an option for me.
And if all this stemmed from experiences in that godforsaken country riddled with censorship...
Maybe living in a world without that crap would wash it away eventually.
I couldn't test it right now, but pushing that sketch almost to completion earlier might've been thanks to it.
"Ha, so what design should I go with?"
That damn country had freaked out over anything remotely usable as a uniform, even outfits that weren't meant for it.
Because of that, not just sailor uniforms—anything that even vaguely screamed "school uniform" was off-limits for me to draw.
So I had to think of professions that used uniforms but were as far from that vibe as possible.
"Flight attendant uniforms were pretty cute, though."
Of course, they varied wildly by style, so I'd need to mull over the exact vibe, but...
An image popped into my head quick enough, and I started sketching it out.
For the top, a white-based shirt; for the bottom, a tight skirt...
'Feels decent.'
There was that clause about distinguishing grades, so I added colors to neckerchiefs tied around the neck.
Red, green, blue? Blue might be too dark—maybe something closer to purple.
Since fourth-years wore plainclothes, three colors should cycle through fine.
But in the finished design, the neckerchiefs didn't sit right with me.
For one, ditching them made grade distinctions impossible, but they were bulky and colorful, stealing the show...
Honestly, it wasn't my taste, so I scrapped the neckerchiefs.
'Now it just feels like regular clothes instead of a flight attendant uniform.'
Truth be told, one of the defining traits of flight attendant uniforms was that neckerchief thing.
No surprise it lost that flavor without it.
Now grade marks were tricky, so I added colored bands to the cuffs.
Suddenly, it started giving off a solid uniform vibe.
Still, I couldn't shake the feeling it was too plain.
I sketched variations beside it, pondering tweaks.
"Rip the chest open a bit?"
This idea came straight from my lewd cosplay brain.
I was already pissed I couldn't draw school uniforms—might as well infuse my tastes elsewhere.
Why not go full pervert slut aesthetic?
Sure, high chance of rejection, but since uniforms were the point and I couldn't do those anyway, a cancel wouldn't sting much.
The whole reason I took this gig was to spread uniforms. No uniforms, no point.
Felt like misplaced anger, and I was sorry about that, but...
They handed the job to a pervert artist who draws nothing but smut daily, no guidelines given. If I went wild, it should be fine, right?
They just wanted what I thought was pretty, and this fit my aesthetic. No big issue.
"Yeah, plunge it deep right away."
I revised the design, cutting from the neck down to show cleavage.
It was drifting from the original now, far from flight attendant territory, but...
That was just the base anyway—not a big deal.
"Since it's exposed up top, shorten the sleeves to short-sleeved for natural flow..."
Top alone wasn't enough—I cropped the bottom like a crop top.
A design that bared the underboob on big chests and flashed navels reliably!
Winter might be brutal, but they could add a winter jacket or something.
"Whoa, if everyone wore this, the academy would feel like a brothel."
That was from an Earth perspective, of course. Here, it might trend and feel normal.
Bikinis expose way more but aren't treated as dangerous, right?
Hell, some folks even accepted my lewd intent as standard beauty.
"Ah, now the neck feels empty. But adding the neckerchief hides too much skin."
So I fitted color-matched chokers—filled the space without overcrowding.
Next, the skirt. With the top so revealing, I shortened it to miniskirt levels.
To crank the perversion, I'd note in examples that sitting at certain angles flashes panties.
"Want something unique that matches the top..."
Then I noticed the glossy grade colors on the chokers and cuffs.
Based on that, I drew a high-gloss miniskirt.
It gleamed tackily, but matching the top's sheen and colors, it worked better than expected.
"Needs polishing, but not bad so far."
This was for women; for men, I went with a white-based dress shirt vibe.
Instead of chokers, colored lines on the collar to avoid emptiness.
Pants were casual shorts for comfort.
"Colors are the issue."
Matching the women's skirt color made it weird.
Or dull the gloss on men's grade colors, roughen the tones?
That'd make pants wearable without clashing.
"Oh? Yeah, better this way."
Found good shades, and the design clicked.
Comparing male and female finals, the slutty women's outfit nodded approval.
Super satisfying.
"Alright, Magic Department uniforms done."
From what I knew, the swordsmanship club—sweating buckets in practice—shared uniforms with the magic club.
They never changed, so they suffered...
That seemed wrong, so separate designs for swordsmanship.
I'd done sword practice; non-breathable clothes left you soaked and miserable.
No armor function anyway—add it separately if needed.
Better bare skin or thin, airy tees.
That's what I wore practicing solo here.
"Women's first... Those buruma from track were solid."
Sketched it, then dug the bottoms inward for more sexiness.
Sleeveless original made grade colors tough, so added sleeves like magic dept.
But for non-restrictive sports wear, grade bands at cuff ends—position differed slightly.
Aimed for everyday workout tee feel.
Diff: crop top baring midriffs, more skin.
Stretchy, clingy fabric emphasized bust lines more than magic uniforms.
But stable fit meant sizing to cover underboob, clinging to below chest.
I gave the finished swordsmanship women's a thumbs-up.
"Wrapping up."
Last: swordsmanship men's.
Mix magic men's and sword women's for good results.
From sword women's, extend the cropped top longer.
I didn't want more male skin exposure.
Buruma to snug shorts.
"Not as glossy as magic women's, but kill the shine like magic men's?"
Plain tee-and-shorts feel.
Grade bands kept faint uniform vibe.
Men's best plain anyway.
"Draft feels good..."
Now refine colors/forms for polish.
Add notes on cautions, reference pics for looks in scenarios.
But to make real clothes, full color all sketches—a long haul.
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