The Richest Man in Metropolis is My Backer by Dream Searcher

My cheeks were burning even more now. Thankfully, he couldn’t see my face because I was looking down

Unfortunately, that also meant I was staring directly at his bulge.

A memory suddenly barged into my mind.

As usual, we had a company chat group. Someone had once shared a video of an experienced tailor who worked primarily with men’s clothing.

The tailor had asked his client if he usually “set it to the left or right.”

The client had been confused, but the tailor’s female assistant had quickly understood, blushed, and left.

We designers had launched a discussion. Was it really that important?

Apparently, only men with… certain dimensions needed to consider it. And now, I was wondering if Soren… had this particularity as well.

Not that I was about to ask him, of course. That would make me sound like a perv!

“The pants fit pretty well. The waist just needs to be a little tighter, and the crotch, seam length, and cuffs are fine,” I announced.

looking down. As I stood up,

gaze darted

ears even seemed to be turning

his pants, and he was looking down at me–was he also dealing

courage to ask if he was okay. Instead, I

unusually low voice

also spent more than 10 minutes in the changing room. He hadn’t taken

are you done? Is something wrong with the

a minute,”

door opened. My

him look like a mysterious nobleman! It even reminded me of the gentlemen from

heat, making it more suitable for winter,” I explained as

his trousers,

me.

I was baffled.

happened? We’d been talking so comfortably

Chapter 172