Chapter 52
Chapter 52
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 52
Chapter Title: People Serious About Drawing Originals (1)
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◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ It would have been somewhat bearable if this had caught on as a trend by the time it trickled down here—the atmosphere would have been way better than this.
Having put them on as instructed, most of the female students kept fussing over their clothes like something was off, while the few guys sneaked peeks at them. Seeing that scene stabbed at my conscience.
Honestly, wouldn't it feel weird to throw on outfits like these without knowing any better?
Still, since the magic department had way more girls than guys, and they were all in the same boat, it somehow felt... okay?
To be honest, if the gender ratio were reversed with mostly guys, it'd probably feel even weirder.
Of course, the swordsmanship department had the opposite ratio, but their uniforms were more uniform in design, so they probably wouldn't fixate on the women's outfits as much as here.
'Most of them look flustered, but this guy's not fazed at all.'
Amid all that, Nia didn't show any special reaction like gawking at the girls' bodies or marveling at their outfits.
At first, that seemed odd, but thinking about it, as the crown prince, he'd probably seen the prototype for these uniforms in advance.
That would explain why he wasn't thrown off if he already knew...
But still, for a guy to hold out against tops that bare the midriff and bottoms that flash panties every step of the way—what a champ.
"Let me check if everyone's here. Please hang tight just a bit. Looks like a lot of new students are swapping out ill-fitting clothes. The sizes came out a tad snug this time around—no helping it. We had a rough go ourselves earlier."
A woman who seemed to be the student council president stepped out onto the stage, her green-glowing miniskirt sparkling as she began her explanation.
Oh, right—Rozaria mentioned something about a uniform change today.
So that's what she meant—they're making everyone swap into these all at once.
Every step flashes panties; it's so trashy it turns me on.
"Looks like everyone's here. Let's get started. Truth is, there's not much to say—the main event is the student council splitting up to guide you around and explain things in turns. So we'll breeze through some other stuff up front. Oh, forgot introductions. Let me start with mine."
She was rattling on with some explanation or other.
But my eyes kept drifting to her chest and panties, so I barely caught any of it.
I mean, come on—this isn't some porn vid profiling a character. Doing a self-intro in an outfit like that just brings filthy thoughts to mind.
"I can see a lot of you have questions about the new uniforms. We were a bit thrown off at first too, but once you hear the explanation, your thinking will shift."
What the hell is she planning to say that makes her look like you'll grasp the uniforms' greatness after hearing it?
Her expression's got this pious nun vibe, which somehow makes it worse.
Like a fallen nun in slutty clothes.
'No.'
This is an academy, so there's gotta be a better hook than the nun gimmick.
'Like a "morals committee" member strutting around in lewd outfits doing naughty stuff—a fallen academy trope.'
Isn't that a classic academy setup?
"This uniform design comes straight from the renowned artist 'Siu,' someone most of you know. It's the first time Graveda Academy's implementing one of his designs. In other words, you're all live models wearing Siu's latest work."
Don't say it like we're suddenly fashion show runway stars.
Of course, being the magic department, I had to concede the weight 'Siu' carried here.
Even so, would students really put up with a design like this just for that reason...?
'Why are there so many?'
The folks who'd been griping moments ago were nodding along, looking satisfied. It threw me for a loop in all sorts of ways.
People say once you're famous, even a dot becomes 'art' if you submit it—and sure enough, the mood flipped the second his name dropped.
But if that's the case, pushing something this lewd outright feels like a smarter play than a dot.
Anyway, the whole scene left me reeling in confusion.
"Today, I'll sum up what I heard from the professors and experts—the various meanings packed into this piece."
Please don't.
Art interpretation always veers off from the artist's intent, like it or not.
I've ended up in this mess from weird misreads like that plenty of times.
I didn't really want to hear it, but blocking my ears here wasn't an option, so I listened obediently.
"One standout feature of this outfit is the excessive exposure. You've all heard how women's allure has traditionally focused on slim waists from corsets and faces. Nudity's been used as feminine charm too, just sidelined for being embarrassing."
But corsets, meant to highlight slimness, ended up strangling women's breathing and threatening their health—like demons incarnate.
That's why Siu the artist has long focused on the beauty of the female nude over corsets.
He even invented the concept of the brassiere to replace corsets' chest support.
This uniform embodies his philosophy outright.
Just look at the deliberate bare-midriff design to nix corsets.
Sure, other parts are revealing too, but that's all to substitute the beauty corsets chased.
'Holy shit, what insane bullshit.'
Mind-blowing nonsense kept pouring out—I felt like I was losing it.
I drew it purely to make it sexy, and now it's about forcing no corsets?
As if.
"I brought a friend from the swordsmanship department. Even their women's uniforms bare the midriff like this. That's Siu's stubborn vision shining through."
Uniforms inherently demand a unified look without much personalization.
That's the standard—maybe color per grade is all.
This follows the same form, swordsmanship-wise.
But the magic department's full of folks walking the painter's path, loving art.
They crave showing individuality, so this short skirt minimizes that need while allowing it.
By letting panties peek out just a bit, you express personality through panty design!
I heard testimony that the original specs requested the length be tuned for that exact peek!
Men's versions use neckties for it, but women's designs couldn't, so panties sub in as neckties—that interpretation's widely accepted as canon.
'What the actual fuck.'
Even if art's open to interpretation...
This take was beyond absurd.
Scariest part? The girls lapping it up without a hint of doubt or weirdness.
Hell, even the guys looked ashamed for ogling lecherously—it made my head spin more.
An academy where panties express individuality—trashy as hell.
'It's hot if you think of it as artwork, but living it is rough. And knowing I'm the cause makes it worse.'
If everyone's reverent but I'm the only one feeling sleazy and turned on, does that make me the weirdo?
Somehow it felt like I was sinning solo—my conscience kept pricking.
But what can you do when it's horny?
Surrounded by lewd outfits straight out of my tastes.
"Looks like you've all got pride in your uniforms now. Wearing them, we'll tour the academy, explaining the buildings and such."
Now we split into groups, each with a student council guide, and started the tour.
Down to cafeteria hours and usage, or how lecture halls were divided—detailed explanations all around.
"Short break, then back on the move. My throat's parched from all the talking."
We paused midway for rest, and suddenly someone hugged me from behind—I jolted.
This faint volume that's hard to feel, and the soft arm texture.
Recognizing it, I relaxed late.
"Ria? No—Senior Rozaria?"
"Kali, found you!"
Rozaria, sure enough.
Seeing her nuzzling my back excitedly brought all sorts of thoughts.
Her small chest made it a bit better, but her strutting campus in that outfit felt off.
At least her panties were fairly modest—strawberry print, kinda cute.
Makes that 'personality' thing seem legit?
Though it felt like my mind was getting corroded...
"Why stare so hard? Disappointed it's not crotchless?"
"A-Are you insane!? What if someone sees—why wear undies like that...!"
"Hehe, don't worry. I'd only show those to you, Kali."
She whispered playfully right in my ear.
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