Chapter 1196: How Old Exactly Is This Buffoon?
Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
Seeing Connie wear her bra on the outside made Mag’s jaw drop. Superman wore his underwear on the outside, and Catwoman wore her bra on the outside. Was she trying the superhero style?
Why? Am I that pretty? Connie touched the lace sides and looked at Mag with surprise. She did not think that his reaction would be so big after she got changed.
“Umm, this… this is underwear. It should be worn on the inside. Why did you wear it on the outside?” Mag asked as he raised his brow.
“Worn on the inside? Why?” Connie was puzzled. She tugged at the laced sides. “Look, these are such pretty patterns. Isn’t it better to wear it on the outside?”
“This is underwear, it’s used to…” Mag used his hands to motion a little in front of his chest, but felt that he could not really describe it well, so he just straightforwardly said, “In any case, this is underwear. It’s supposed to be kept private. You can’t wear it on the outside to show others, especially men. That’s not very appropriate.”
“If it can’t be seen, why is it made to be so pretty? There are little flowers and also embroidery. It’s such a pretty little s.h.i.+rt, it’s such a pity if other people can’t admire it.” Connie was still bewildered.
Mag was a little speechless. “Bras are made to be cute and pretty not just because women like it that way. A part of the reason is that on special private occasions, it’s for their men to admire. This is only limited to between each couple. No one would ever wear it on the outside.”
“I see.” Connie thought for a while. After that, she looked at Mag and her eyes lit up. “Then I will wear it for you to see!”
“???” Mag was confused. Did this young lady not understand what he said?
“I don’t have any lover, but I want someone to admire this pretty little s.h.i.+rt on me, so please be my lover for the time being,” Connie said innocently.
“No,” Mag rejected her resolutely.
Although he did not mind watching an underwear show, he wasn’t sure when Gina would return to the restaurant, and whether Amy, who was having her cla.s.s just next door, would come back to play for a while during lesson time. If someone accidentally saw this scene, it would be difficult to explain himself.
“Also, there are clasps at the back of this little s.h.i.+rt. You will damage the elasticity of the straps if you just tie it up.” Mag glanced at the casually-tied-up strap behind Connie. The system provided a very detailed pictorial instruction for wearing a bra!
“But…”
“If you don’t dress properly, you are fired,” Mag said coldly.
Connie shut her mouth and went up obediently.
10 minutes later, Connie came back down defeatedly with that black bra in her hand. She stammered, “I can’t clasp them together. Can you teach me how?”
Mag looked at Connie and felt as though he was completely defeated by her stupidity. He reached over for that black bra. There was no other choice but to teach her step by step.
“Look, put your arms through these straps, then position the bra so that it sticks nicely on your body. After that, reach your hands to your back and grab each side of the band. Use your fingers to feel where the clasps are, then clasp them together, and you are done wearing a bra. Do you understand it now?” Mag asked Connie.
Connie nodded. She looked at Mag, who was wearing the black bra, and curiously asked, “But how are you so good at it?”
“Once you become familiar with it, you would naturally know how to do it,” Mag said smoothly as he unclasped the bra with one hand.
After Mag’s demonstration, Connie took the bra back upstairs. Finally…
“Mr. Mag!” Connie’s voice came from upstairs.
“What is it again?” Mag went upstairs with dread.
The door to the bathroom was half open. A fair and clean back came into his view. The beautiful lines curved inwards slowly down towards the waist.
Mag was caught off-guard, and he took an even better look.
“I think my arms are too short. I can’t clasp them together…” Connie turned her head and looked a little embarra.s.sedly at Mag. Her hands were holding the clasps as they moved up and down in a futile effort to clasp the band together.
“That must have been hard on you.” Mag sighed. He reached out to help her pull the two sides of the band together and clasped it together. Then he shut the bathroom’s door for her. How old exactly is this buffoon?
After a series of events, Connie was finally standing in front of Mag with her uniform worn properly.
These clothes were really comfortable. They could keep the cold out completely. The only downside was that they made her feel a little hot wearing them indoors. However, Connie could not bear to take them off.
Mag took a good look at Connie. The sky blue jacket fitted her perfectly. There were two dark lines running down seams at the arms and pants, making the jacket stand out even more.
In addition, Connie’s great figure and her graceful elegance when she was serious made this delivery uniform look like it was a designer brand.
Of course, that was only if she did not speak.
The temperature outside now was negative 10°C, so Mag made the system add a layer of top-grade down in the jacket so that it would be light yet very warm, making it both like a windbreaker and a down jacket, which could keep the cold out completely.
Also, there were three big words on her back that said: “Are you full?”
Yes, that was the delivery branding that Mag had established in this world.
The mission of the service was: Are you full? If you’re not, I’ll deliver some food to you!
However, there were no telephones or the internet in this world. The poor connectivity made Mag hold back the launching of this plan.
His idea of doing this delivery business was not fully developed yet. He could not possibly get his customers to come to make their order, and then appoint a deliveryman to follow the customer back, right?
“Let’s go. I’ll bring you to practice.” Mag picked up a dark blue helmet from the counter at the side, and put it on Connie’s head before walking towards the door.
Connie’s head was completely enveloped by the helmet. The visor with futuristic appearance was able to provide her with a wide view of 270°, and there was even a small screen on the top right-hand corner. However, it was currently black.
“Wow, it’s so cool.” Connie followed behind Mag as she looked around and gasped. Then, all of a sudden, she walked right into the door.
Mag turned back to look at Connie, who was frantically trying to hold on to the door like an alien. He suddenly had doubts about whether he should allow her to learn to ride. If she were to go out on the road, she would probably become a killer.
A bicycle… should be fine, right? Mag looked at the bicycle in front of him that was already upgraded. It was entirely shock-absorbent, and the basket in front was made a lot bigger. On top of that, there was a delivery box attached to the back, making its capacity far bigger than a normal deliveryman’s personal mobility device.
Connie came over, and exaggeratedly asked, “What’s this?”