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, our eyes

gaze darted

uncomfortable. His ears even seemed

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

was okay. Instead, I

an unusually low voice before heading into

He also spent more than 10 minutes

done? Is something wrong with the size?” I called out.

fine. Just a

door opened. My eyes widened.

nobleman! It even reminded me of

insulating heat, making it more suitable for winter,” I explained as I repeated the same examination

Even when I inspected his trousers, he

me.

I was baffled.

had happened? We’d been talking

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