bigabreads Chapter 193 Just a few straps? Seven men surrounding that piece of cloth, how can that cover them up
Chapter 193 Just a few straps? Seven men surrounding that piece of cloth, how can that cover them up
After returning from the plum blossom viewing banquet, Su Wan locked herself in her studio.
Although the "cloud gauze dress" that Qin Lie forcibly suppressed was stunning, Su Wan knew in her heart that it had a fatal flaw.
The underwear of this era—the bellyband—is really too "flat".
A diamond-shaped piece of cloth, hanging around the neck and tied behind the waist.
While it can cover up the shame, it completely erases the upright curves that a woman should have.
It's fine when worn under heavy winter clothes, but once you change into that light and misty gauze, the flat lines underneath look particularly bland, even... a bit droopy.
"No, it needs to be changed."
Su Wan tossed aside the cloud-patterned gauze dress that Qin Lie had crumpled, and her gaze fell on the pile of "waste" that the twins had extracted from the space mine in the corner.
They were rolls of extremely fine, gleaming metal wires.
Shape memory metals.
……
As night fell, the lights in the main house of the Qin family were turned on again.
This time, however, the atmosphere was more somber than any previous family meeting, even carrying an eerie feeling that made one blush and their heart race.
On a huge mahogany table, there were neither military formation diagrams nor account books.
Instead, it was filled with scraps of silk and lace in various colors, as well as rolls of cold, hard metal wire.
The seven tall men of the Qin family stood in a circle, like a group of generals studying a peerless weapon, staring intently at the blueprint that Su Wan had just drawn in the center of the table.
The silence was eerily quiet.
Only seven breaths, noticeably heavier than usual, echoed in the room.
"sister in law……"
The fifth brother, Qin Feng, was the first to lose his composure.
He was a rough blacksmith, and at this moment, his large hands, used to wielding heavy hammers, were carefully pinching a metal wire barely thicker than a hair, his face as red as if he had just crawled out of a steel furnace.
"This thing... is it supposed to be bent into a semicircle?"
He gestured the curve, his Adam's apple bobbing with difficulty:
"We still need to... we still need to catch it just right?"
"right."
Su Wan was holding scissors and cutting a piece of black lace.
She didn't look up, thus missing the swarm of hungry, green eyes around her:
"This curvature is very important."
It should fit perfectly against the bottom contour, providing upward support.
"Only when it's lifted up will the figure truly shine when wearing the cloud-like gauze..."
Su Wan paused, trying to find a more elegant word, but ultimately gave up:
"Only then will it stand up."
"quite……"
The third brother, Qin Meng, repeated the word, his bronze muscles instantly tensing.
He subconsciously glanced at his own pectoral muscles, then thought about his sister-in-law's usually soft and flabby body.
The way my sister-in-law said the word "挺" (tǐng) made me so... infuriated.
"This wire is too stiff."
Qin Yue, the fourth brother who had been silent all along, suddenly stretched out his slender fingers and took the metal wire from the fifth brother's hand.
He's in business, so he's very sensitive to materials.
"My sister-in-law's skin is as tender as tofu."
Qin Yue slowly and deliberately wrapped the metal wire around his fingertips, as if he were playing with some kind of sex toy.
"If this hard thing were to press directly against...that spot..."
"If my sister-in-law moves too quickly, or..."
His almond-shaped eyes narrowed slightly as he glanced meaningfully at his elder brother, Qin Lie, who sat in the main seat with a stern and cold expression.
"Or it might be because someone was pressing down on you, and you were exerting force on you."
"This steel wire can cut into your flesh."
"It'll get red and chafed..."
Qin Yue clicked his tongue, his eyes filled with heartache, yet also hiding a hint of morbid excitement:
"Fourth Brother will be heartbroken."
"What should we do then?" Su Wan was also a little worried.
Although this shape memory metal is very flexible, it is indeed hard.
"Wrap it up."
A gloomy and hoarse voice came from the corner.
It's the seventh brother, Qin An.
Today, instead of fiddling with his poisonous insects, he was holding a piece of extremely soft, pure white silk and cutting it with a scalpel.
The movements were so precise, it was as if a delicate surgical procedure was being performed.
"Use the finest mulberry silk, wrapped in three layers."
Qin An raised his head, his pale face bearing an almost obsessive and fanatical cleanliness:
"The metal is cold, but my sister-in-law's is warm."
"Don't touch it directly."
"It must be wrapped in silk and soaked in medicine to prevent my sister-in-law from having an allergic reaction."
As he spoke, he held up the crescent-shaped silk pad in his hand:
"I'll make this padding softer than a cloud."
"so……"
"Even if it's tied very tightly, my sister-in-law will only feel soft, not painful."
"and……"
Qin An stuck out the tip of his tongue and licked his somewhat dry lips, his eyes dark and unfathomable.
"I added some calming spices to this medicine."
"When my sister-in-law sweats..."
"The flavor will then seep into the meat..."
"The sweat that comes from that spot... must smell the best in the world."
Su Wan's ears burned from Lao Qi's words, and she quickly interrupted:
"Then... let's do as the seventh brother says."
Fifth and sixth brothers, you two are in charge of shaping the steel rims.
Second brother…
She turned to look at Qin Mo, who was constantly sketching and drawing on the drawing paper with a charcoal pencil.
Qin Mo pushed up his glasses on the bridge of his nose.
The blueprints in front of him were filled with various complex mechanical structure diagrams.
If an outsider were to see this, they might mistake it for an analysis diagram of a bridge's load-bearing structure.
Only the Qin family knew.
This precise calculation is merely about the supporting capacity of that one or two pieces of meat.
"The angle needs to be adjusted."
Qin Mo pointed to the shoulder strap connection on the drawing, his voice as calm as a headmaster's, but his fingers gripping the pen were slightly white from excessive force:
"Here, we need to use a triangular force-bearing structure."
"My sister-in-law's... weight is heavier than it looks."
"If it's just two thin straps, it won't hold."
"We have to approach it from the side..."
Qin Mo took the charcoal pencil and drew an arc that narrowed towards the center on the drawing, where the chest area should be:
"Gather together."
"You need to push the meat from both sides towards the middle."
"This will not only relieve pressure on the shoulder straps..."
He raised his eyes, his gaze behind his glasses sweeping over Su Wan's chest with a scrutinizing air of a refined scoundrel:
"You can still squeeze out... that groove."
"That's the essence of wearing cloud gauze."
"Ahem!"
Su Wan was so choked by these blunt words that she almost fainted.
These men!
How can such an embarrassing topic be discussed in such a serious and even academic way?
……
One hour later.
With the concerted efforts of the seven men in the Qin family (although each of them harbored their own ulterior motives),
The world's first "French lace soft underwire bra" has finally been born.
It's only the size of a palm.
The entire piece is woven from black lace, exuding mystery and sexiness with a breathtaking allure.
The bottom features a memory steel ring wrapped in three layers of silk, forming a perfect "W" shape.
The sides are widened wings to help to conceal accessory breast tissue.
The two shoulder straps were so thin they looked like two black snakes, ready to wrap around her fair shoulders at any moment.
"Is it... done?"
The third brother, Qin Meng, stared wide-eyed at the pitifully small object in Su Wan's hand, his tiger-like eyes widening like copper bells:
"Sister-in-law... Sister-in-law?"
"How am I supposed to wear this?"
"Isn't this using way too little fabric?"
"At least that undergarment covered your stomach, but... these are just two bowls?"
"And it's full of holes (in the lace)..."
Qin Meng gestured for the name with difficulty, feeling as if all the blood in his body was rushing to his head:
"What's the difference between wearing this and not wearing anything?"
Whether it can be covered up... is still uncertain.
"Whether it can cover up or not, we'll know once we try."
Su Wan blushed slightly, took the underwear, and turned to walk behind the screen.
The screen was made of semi-transparent gauze.
Although the details were unclear, the graceful figure was even more deadly.
Seven men stood outside.
As if frozen in place, she stared intently at the shadow on the screen that was untying its belt.
"rustle……"
The sound of fabric slipping off.
Each sound was like a heavy hammer blow, striking the men's taut nerves.
Followed by.
The shadow raised its arm.
He made a gesture of buttoning his shirt back.
With that movement, the previously somewhat loose curves instantly tightened and straightened.
"hiss……"
I don't know who gasped first.
After a while.
Su Wan came out.
She didn't come out wearing the underwear directly, but instead wore a white silk nightgown over it.
but.
The ties of the bathrobe were tied loosely.
The neckline is wide open.
Against that backdrop of snow-white skin.
That touch of black lace was like a poppy blooming in the snow, carrying a deadly poison.
The underwire perfectly supported that soft mound, and the lace edges hugged the full curves.
The deep ravines, shrouded in black, appeared dazzlingly white.
"W-how is it?"
Su Wan awkwardly tugged at her collar, but this only revealed more of her cleavage.
"Is it tight or not?"
The entire room fell silent.
No one speaks.
All that could be heard were seven heavy, labored breaths, like those of a bellows.
"Click."
The jade pendant that the fourth brother was playing with broke.
"Clang!"
The fifth brother's hammer (which he had just used to break the wire) hit his foot, but he seemed not to feel any pain; his eyes were practically popping into the ditch.
Even the most composed eldest brother, Qin Lie.
At this moment, his whole body was stiff, and the veins on his forehead were throbbing.
He stared intently at the two thin black bra straps on Su Wan's chest.
That strap is too thin.
It got stuck in the flesh.
The visual impact of being bound and tightened was a hundred times stronger than that of the cloud-like gauze dress from before.
"Jiaojiao..."
Qin Lie took a step forward, his voice hoarse as if he had swallowed charcoal:
"This thing..."
"It really is."
"That's good..."
"It makes me want to tear your bathrobe off."
"Look under these straps..."
"How exactly did they... lift you up?"
He reached out his rough, trembling hand, wanting to touch the skin at the edge of the lace.
But just before they were about to touch, he suddenly pulled back and clenched his fist.
Do not touch.
It will explode if you touch it.
This isn't underwear.
This was clearly meant for the seven brothers...
The most potent aphrodisiac.
"that……"
Qin Mo suddenly turned around, his back to Su Wan, and reached out to adjust his glasses, which had slipped down to the tip of his nose. His voice trembled with a hint of embarrassment:
"The design... is very reasonable."
"The mechanical structure... is perfect."
"that is……"
"Don't make it black next time."
"Why?" Su Wan asked, puzzled.
Qin Mo took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and his mind was filled with that stark contrast of black and white from just now:
"Because it's black..."
"It's too conspicuous."
"So conspicuous..."
"It makes you just want to... tear it off."