38: Chapter 35: Youth Is Being Young_2 38: Chapter 35: Youth Is Being Young_2 She felt a severe sense of crisis.
Her student was outstanding, a hot commodity; it would be terrible if a Sun Goddess Devotee had already gotten their hands on him and played their tricks.
Pah, shameless, brazenly poaching someone else’s student in broad daylight, how could they be so bold!
Little did Slyphy know that Wayne was suffering all kinds of disdain at the gym, and, assuming he was just like herself, she imagined a scene where he was being seduced by the honeyed words of a Sun Goddess Devotee.
This won’t do, Wayne was her student, a distinguished disciple she was developing for the Nature Goddess, and he might even become a God-favored individual in the future; she couldn’t allow him to be snatched away no matter what.
Slyphy pondered for a moment, then her eyes lit up, and she giggled as she lifted the hem of her dress, revealing her smooth, straight calves, “Wayne, tell sister, what exactly is missing from my brand?”
You’re still thinking about that!
“Teacher, let’s discuss Messenger Bird Magic, shall we!”
Wayne glanced at her and was quite speechless.
The Glamor Lady teacher had it all, knowledge and looks, power and figure, which could lead to distraction during class.
That was also why he had leaned more toward choosing an old scholarly geezer as his mentor; an old man wasn’t much to look at, which allowed him to focus on the teacher during class, rather than constantly on the teacher’s appearance.
“Talk about clothes, or there will be no more magic lessons.”
“Stockings, nylon stockings.”
Wayne had no choice but to state it bluntly.
This time he didn’t stammer or hide anything.
Previously Slyphy was merely an acquaintance, but now she was his mentor on the path of magic; even just the three-day course had brought him enormous gains.
It wouldn’t be unacceptable to present the patent for stockings as a gift to his teacher.
Securing a patent right was too difficult, and even if he acquired it, he couldn’t defend it.
Slyphy was different; the Regional High Priest had the people, money, and power.
Hugging her thigh might even score him some benefits.
To illustrate stockings more vividly, Wayne asked a maid for a piece of charcoal and began to draw on his own leg in front of Slyphy.
“Stockings can be used to beautify the legs, keep warm, prevent swelling, and protect against sunburn and sweat…”
“The greatest appeal lies in their aesthetic, being able to cover minor imperfections on a lady’s legs.
Additionally, the softness and smoothness of stockings can enhance the beauty of the legs, providing a dignified and elegant visual impact to onlookers.”
The scene shifted, and as Wayne talked about the uses of stockings, he became the teacher and Slyphy became the student.
“In my vision, one should choose ultra-thin stockings for summer, medium-thick for spring and autumn, and thick, warm ones for winter…”
“High-quality stockings should be breathable, allowing hot and humid air to be expelled even in summer, keeping women free from the annoyance of sweat sticking to their skin, allowing more free contact with the air.”
“At the same time, stockings should have elasticity to tighten any excess flesh on the legs, creating more graceful lines.
Good adhesion helps them cling closely to the skin, making it appear finer and more lustrous.”
“And then there’s durability…”
Wayne pointed at his own big black leg, growing more animated as he talked about the concept of stockings he had designed.
Someone said, never leave the house without a hat, and never leave the house without stockings.
Wayne couldn’t remember who had said that, only that they held a significant position in the fashion world; a major industry figure with a sharp vision, which also bolstered his confidence that stockings could be a windfall.
After listening to Wayne’s explanation, Slyphy was thrilled.
As a woman and a fashion designer, she immediately recognized the bright future of stockings.
Making money wasn’t important; her wardrobe had to have them!
Slyphy lifted her skirt and wanted to blacken her legs with charcoal right away, asking Wayne to help so they could do one leg each and finish faster.
He wanted to respect his teacher and asked her not to flirt with him from time to time.
After all, it was really tempting!
Slyphy put on an evening gown and examined herself repeatedly in front of the mirror; her calves were now painted black, not the real stockings, but the idea was there.
Wayne was curious where Slyphy had found the fitting evening gown but then remembered that it was perfectly normal for a Mage to have a storage space; nothing unusual.
The more Slyphy looked the more satisfied she was, eager to get her hands on the first pair of stockings, “Wayne, are you worried about the patent rights for nylon?”
“Exactly, to my knowledge, the nylon patent is held by a company in Lundan.
I haven’t investigated which one, but currently, nylon is mainly used for producing military supplies,” Wayne replied truthfully.
“What a waste, it would be so much better used for making stockings.”
Right now, it’s just a blueprint concept, and there are technical challenges to overcome.
Having the patent doesn’t mean we can just produce stockings…”
Wayne sighed, “The key is the patent.
I’m afraid that once the stockings hit the market, the other party might see the huge profits and kick us out of the game.”
“Ha, that won’t happen.”
Confident Slyphy Valentine, not wanting to reveal the secret of Veronica’s mother’s identity prematurely, brushed the subject aside and said, “Wayne, are you interested in becoming a designer for Glamor Lady’s brand?
In the future, including your stocking designs, should you join us as a technical partner, we’ll give you half the net profits.”
That much, are you trying to keep me as your gigolo?
Wayne was surprised by Slyphy’s generosity and doubted whether she understood the value of stockings.
With that much money, not just as a student, even pledging his life and pouring out his heart wasn’t out of the question.
So, what’s the catch?
Wayne didn’t realize his own talent and was unaware of Slyphy’s sense of crisis.
He was pulled into signing a temporary draft, becoming the ‘Slyphy Valentine’ brand’s second-ranked costume designer in confusion.
The first one was Slyphy herself, the founder and chief designer.
Having signed, Wayne, although not fashion-savvy, dared to thump his chest and say, in this era, no one understands stockings better than him!
Don’t ask, if you do, it’s only because you’re familiar with it.
Never worn stockings, never seen the group friends post those risqué photos of legs in nylon?
Wayne didn’t understand fashion design; if he didn’t know, he didn’t know—nothing to be ashamed of, but he’d seen more than his fair share of stockings.
Black ones, white ones, flesh-toned ones;
Long, medium, gartered;
Letting him design stockings in this era was like a dimension-reducing strike.
If he failed, it would only mean that the industry of this era wasn’t up to snuff.
Speaking of familiarity, Wayne’s thoughts wandered to women’s lingerie, swimsuits, and he suddenly realized that he had been mistaken before, always trying to invent simple, practical gadgets.
On the contrary, just the risqué pictures posted by friends could make him shine in this era.
Inevitably, he might even top the charts as the Women’s Friend of the Year, becoming the most understanding fashion designer of the female heart on the God-chosen Continent, the dream lover of millions of young girls.
The key was it could make money!
Risqué group friends are really useful!
In a daze, Wayne saw countless queen avatars hurling towards him.
He desperately dodged.
Hey, there’s no escaping!
Wayne looked down chuckling, but then he felt something was off.
Why were there two laughs?
Looking up, he saw Slyphy staring at him and laughing.
“Teacher, what are you laughing at?”
“Nothing, just looking at you laughing made me laugh too,” Glamor Lady said, covering her mouth with her hand.
Young people are just so easy to manipulate with little tricks.
Kid, make money properly.
My daughter doesn’t grasp the concept of money.
She’s extravagant with spending, and even working outside she gets paid to make up for losses.
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