Chapter 179: Dead Poets Society (3)
To quote the scholar who, to the very end, said he could not give me a school uniform: The Academy is the face of the kingdom, and the Academy’s uniform is the Academy itself. Therefore, we cannot release an Academy uniform to an outsider. This is because if the Academy's uniform were to be associated with lewdness or any kind of shady entertainment, the Academy's honor could fall with it.
He wasn't exactly wrong. But I couldn't hide my regret. I was living in a fantasy world, and I couldn't have Academy school uniform sex? That was something I couldn't tolerate. According to the scholar’s information, there was still about a month of leeway. It took roughly a fortnight to get to the capital, which meant I had a fortnight of free time.
I couldn't just give up on school uniform sex. If they couldn't get me a uniform, I'd just have to make one myself. The capital had plenty of skilled tailors, and I had two perfectly good eyes. I’d just observe the female students' uniforms at the Academy with my own two eyes, and if I offered a tailor a premium, they'd surely make a set of clothes for me in secret.
“Fuck, if you don’t have teeth, you live with your gums. Isn't that right?”
“Husband. So, you want me to write my measurements here?”
Eve stood before me, pen in hand, copying down her body measurements. Since the Lord's Wife's dresses were custom-made, Eve had a paper with her body measurements. In the case of someone like Sieri, for whom I had recently ordered clothes myself, her body measurements were already written in my notebook. Eve wore a rather uncomfortable expression. I asked.
“Eve. What’s wrong?”
“No, it’s just… this is really okay, right? It is?”
“Of course, it’s fine. I’ll make the design slightly different. I told you, even the Academy can't say anything.”