bigabreads Chapter 195 A zipper sound! Old Fourth was holding the zipper pull; the sound of it opening and clos
Chapter 195 A zipper sound! Old Fourth was holding the zipper pull; the sound of it opening and clos
The battle at the plum blossom banquet made the name "Yunsha" resound throughout the entire Nanzhen overnight.
The threshold of the Qin family's house was practically worn down by the wealthy ladies who came to make reservations.
However, with the surge in orders, a very real problem also presented itself to Su Wan.
That is—cumbersome.
Clothing in this era emphasized layering "three insides and three outsides".
Especially the "shapewear" specially made to support the cloud-like fabric, which has a total of twenty-eight small buttons the size of mung beans on the back.
Each time you put it on or take it off, it takes at least 45 minutes.
"Too slow."
Su Wan sat on the soft couch in her studio, rubbing her aching wrists.
Just now, in order to try on the new sample garment, her fingers became stiff from buttoning it up.
"Once the goods are shipped out, how will those delicate ladies have the patience to fuss over these buttons every day?"
She sighed, her gaze falling on the twins who were adjusting the machine nearby:
"Fifth Brother, is the stamping die set in the space ready?"
"Alright, sister-in-law!"
Qin Feng, the fifth brother, looked up from a pile of blueprints. His face was covered in soot, but his eyes shone with an astonishing brightness.
He ran over, carrying a tray like a prized possession:
"As my sister-in-law said, we used the best brass to stamp out the 'teeth'."
On the tray were two seemingly ordinary cloth strips.
But upon closer inspection, the edge of the cloth strip is inlaid with two rows of fine brass teeth, as dense as grains of rice.
They were arranged neatly, gleaming with a cold, hard metallic luster, like a row of shark teeth waiting to prey on their prey.
This is the first thing of this era—the zipper.
"Sixth brother, get a slider and try it out."
Qin Yue, the fourth brother who had been sitting to the side doing the accounting, put down his abacus at this moment.
His narrow, fox-like eyes narrowed slightly as he stared at the metal strip, seemingly sensing a huge business opportunity behind it... and some more secretive pleasure.
The sixth brother handed over a delicate copper zipper pull.
Su Wan was about to reach out to take it when Qin Yue intercepted her halfway.
"Don't hurt your sister-in-law's hands with this delicate work."
Qin Yue smiled meaningfully.
He took the zipper pull and slowly inserted it into the bottom of the two toothed straps.
"Sister-in-law, this thing..."
"Is it really as amazing as you say?"
"Just once?"
As he spoke, he forcibly brought the two diverging brass teeth together using the small slider.
"Sizzle—"
A crisp, continuous, and highly penetrating metallic scraping sound instantly rang out in the quiet studio.
That voice was so unique.
It was neither the mournful sound of silk tearing nor the crisp sound of metal colliding.
It has a mechanical feel to it, tight, smooth, and seamless.
As Qin Yue lifted his finger, the two pieces of fabric that were originally separate were instantly locked together tightly, without a single gap.
"hiss……"
Qin Yue's finger stopped at the tip, and his eyes, which were always full of calculation, were now strangely flushed.
He stared at the now-closed golden line, his Adam's apple bobbing violently.
"That voice..."
Qin Yue stuck out the tip of his tongue and licked his dry lips, his voice hoarse beyond belief:
"That sounds fucking good."
"The sound of banknotes being deposited into the account..."
"It also has to sound good."
"Sister-in-law."
He suddenly turned his head, his gaze fixed intently on Su Wan. His eyes no longer held the assessment of goods, but rather the excitement of watching prey about to be caught in the net.
"It's not interesting just to look at it."
"It has to be worn..."
"Let Fourth Brother hear the sound."
……
Half an hour later.
The studio's doors and windows were tightly shut, and heavy velvet curtains kept out the winter sunlight, leaving only an ambiguous, dim yellow light in the room.
Su Wan stood in front of the huge dressing mirror with her back to Qin Yue.
She was wearing a newly redesigned, form-fitting velvet cheongsam.
This fabric is extremely flattering, but also extremely difficult to wear.
If you use Chinese knot buttons, the sides will bulge and ruin the lines.
Therefore, Su Wan installed a long, invisible zipper along the entire side of this cheongsam, from under the armpit to the top of the thigh.
At that moment, the zipper was open.
The cheongsam was slit open on the side, revealing the edge of the black lace lingerie underneath, as well as a large expanse of fair and delicate skin.
"Fourth Brother... I can do it myself..."
Su Wan felt a little awkward and reached for the zipper pull under her armpit.
"Don't move."
Qin Yue had somehow appeared behind her.
He didn't start immediately.
Instead, he first extended a finger and slowly traced it along the gap in the fabric from top to bottom.
His fingertips, slightly cool, traced her warm ribs and slender waist, finally stopping at the alluring edge of her hip bone.
"My sister-in-law's hands are for counting money."
Qin Yue pressed his ear against hers, his warm breath brushing against her sensitive neck, sending a shiver down her spine.
"This kind of physical labor..."
"Let Fourth Brother do it."
His fingers finally gripped the small, cold metal zipper pull.
But he didn't rush to pull it up.
Instead, he pinched the zipper pull and gently rubbed it against her skin a couple of times.
The coldness of metal, the heat of skin.
Within this small space, a temperature difference that makes one's legs weak is stirred up.
"Sister-in-law, take a breath."
Qin Yue's voice was deep, carrying a dangerous, persuasive quality.
Su Wan subconsciously held her breath and tightened her lower abdomen.
"Sizzle..."
Qin Yue's fingers began to exert force.
But he pulled very slowly.
Extremely slow.
Each bite of the brass teeth is accompanied by a soft, crisp sound.
"Sizzle... sizzle... sizzle..."
The sound was stretched out infinitely, like a saw being pulled at the tip of a person's heart.
As the zipper slowly rose, the previously open view was gradually swallowed and sealed off by the metal teeth.
As the zipper pulled, the fabric of the cheongsam tightened and became more form-fitting.
until--
The moment the zipper crossed my waist.
Qin Yue's hand suddenly stopped.
That was Su Wan's most sensitive and delicate spot.
The zipper was stuck in the waist hollow, neither high nor low.
"Why did you stop?" Su Wan asked in a trembling voice, her cheeks flushed. This slow-motion torture was even more shameful than being completely naked.
"It's too tight here."
Qin Yue chuckled softly, and with his other hand, he naturally placed it on her lower abdomen, gently pressing it back through the velvet fabric.
"Sister-in-law, here..."
"So soft that Fourth Brother couldn't bear to seal it up."
"Fourth Brother..."
"Okay, I'm not teasing you anymore."
Qin Yue took a deep breath, as if he was suppressing something.
He exerted force suddenly.
"Sizzle!"
This time, he didn't pause.
That crisp sound, like a bolt of lightning, instantly pierced through the entire room.
The zipper was pulled all the way up in one go, and it got stuck tightly under Su Wan's armpit.
The cheongsam instantly felt like a second skin, perfectly wrapping around her graceful figure.
Extremely tight.
An ultimate sense of envelopment.
"call……"
Qin Yue looked at the woman in the mirror, perfectly outlined by that thin metal line, and exhaled a heavy breath.
Sweat beaded on his forehead, and the desire in his eyes was intense and palpable.
"Sister-in-law."
He hugged Su Wan from behind, resting his chin on her shoulder, while his hands restlessly stroked the zipper area.
The fingertip scraped across the row of raised copper teeth, producing a series of teeth-grinding friction sounds.
"You know this voice..."
"Like what?"
Su Wan was struggling to breathe from his grip and shook her head blankly.
"Like the sound of tearing open the throat of its prey."
Qin Yue leaned close to her ear and bit her rounded earlobe, his voice laced with a chilling greed:
"More like..."
"Take this layer of skin off your body..."
"The sound of something being torn apart."
"Those old-fashioned frog buttons were too troublesome."
"It takes half a day to decipher one."
"Fourth Brother is a businessman who values efficiency the most."
"This stuff is great..."
His fingers gripped the zipper pull again and gently pulled it down.
"Sizzle—"
The zipper slid down an inch.
The previously tight neckline loosened instantly, revealing a glimpse of fair skin.
"Just this light touch..."
"Sister-in-law..."
"Then it's all mine."
Su Wan felt weak all over from his aggressive words and actions, and could only lean helplessly against him, letting him control the metal wire that held her "innocence".
Up and down.
Opening and closing.
The crisp "sizzle, sizzle" sounds echoed in the enclosed room, as if they had become some kind of aphrodisiac spell.
……
Three days later, at the entrance of "Jinxiufang", the largest cloth shop in Nanzhen.
Song Niangzi is personally demonstrating her newly launched "Hundred Butterflies Wearing Flowers Skirt".
In order to counter the Qin family's Yunsha, she went all out this time, using the most intricate Chinese knotting technique, known as "priceless".
"Ladies, please take a look."
Sweating profusely, Madam Song fastened the 108th button, her fingers turning red, yet she still forced a smile.
"When it comes to dressing, you have to take your time and do it carefully."
"Each button is a sign of respect for her husband, and a woman's dignity..."
The ladies below watched, but their hearts were pounding.
If you're in a rush early in the morning, or... in a hurry to undress during that time at night, wouldn't that drive you crazy?
Just then.
"Make way, make way!"
A carriage belonging to the Qin family stopped across the street.
The car door opened.
Su Wan came down.
She wore a simple, fitted trench coat today, but the cut and quality were so striking that it was impossible to look away.
"Madam Qin!"
Liu, with her sharp eyes, immediately moved closer:
"Why are there no buttons on your clothes?"
"Sister Liu has such a good eye."
Su Wan smiled slightly and did not offer any further explanation.
She simply raised her hand and pinched a small metal piece at the collar.
then.
In full view of everyone.
Under the shocked gaze of Madam Song, who was still struggling with the knotted cloth.
"Sizzle!"
A very crisp and clear sound rang out.
Su Wan's hand slid from her collar all the way down to the hem of her dress.
The trench coat opened instantly.
It revealed the exquisitely crafted, modified cheongsam underneath, also fastened with a zipper.
one second.
It only took one second.
That smooth, flowing feeling, that precise metallic meshing, that effortless, satisfying "sizzle" sound.
It instantly shattered Song Niangzi's clumsy movements as she was still buttoning her clothes.
The entire room fell silent.
Immediately afterwards, an uncontrollable scream erupted.
"My God! What is that... what is that?"
"So fast! So efficient!"
"That voice...why does it make my heart flutter?"
Su Wan stood in the center of the crowd, looking at Song Niangzi's pale face opposite her, and a faint smile appeared on her lips.
She raised her hand and pinched the zipper pull again.
"Sizzle—"
Another crisp sound.
The trench coat was pulled up.
Perfectly fitted.
"Lady Song".
Su Wan spoke softly through the crowd, but every word was piercing:
"In this era..."
"Time is money."
"If even taking off clothes takes half an hour..."
"That little bit of 'restraint'..."
"I'm afraid even the daylily is too cold by now."