Chapter 206 Tailoring*
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
Yuuri pinched the hem of the stretchy fabric and pulled it up from her ankle to her knee. Compared to her slender legs, the leg openings of the panties still had plenty of room. Even when he intentionally applied enough pressure to make them dig into her soft calves, Yui didn’t stir.
While he was exasperated by a lack of response so unbecoming of a servant, he grabbed her other ankle and forced her legs open in a lewd display, threading her toes through the remaining hole. Even as he pulled the pure white fabric up until it bit into her thighs, Yui only shifted uncomfortably now and then, her brow furrowing as if in a troubled dream.
”Seriously, she’s not waking up?” Yuuri asked. “I was planning on forcing these on her the moment she opened her eyes.”
”Umu… one can only admire such audacity,” Suzuri said. “However, if she remains this helpless, it suggests she’s indifferent to the idea of falling into Yuuri’s hands. For Yui-dono, that might be a humiliation of a different sort.”
Just how long could this cheeky goddess maintain her air of indifference? If possible, Yuuri had wanted to pin down her futile resistance and show Suzuri that the goddess was no longer a threat. However, since Yui wouldn’t wake, this remained nothing more than a game of dress-up. Yet, even if this was a humiliation born purely of his own hobbies, Suzuri never doubted her master’s intentions. She accepted this as just another way of disciplining the goddess.
”I suppose so. And because she isn’t resisting, I can take my time admiring the view,” Yuuri said.
”Yes. Unlike those strange clothes of hers, seeing her dressed in the same things we wear makes her feel much more familiar,” Suzuri replied.
Suzuri gazed unflinchingly at the goddess’s body, which had been reduced to a mere doll. Her eyes were those of a shinobi calmly assessing the situation, convinced that this defenseless state was proof Yui no longer possessed the power to act as she pleased. Furthermore, as she watched the goddess being forced into human attire, she didn’t hide her joy at seeing her husband’s obsession. One moment she watched with satisfaction as he stroked Yui’s plump rear at the waistband of the panties; the next, an ecstatic expression crossed her face the instant the thin fabric of the underwear she had created pressed tightly against Yui’s private parts.
As he laid Yui back down on the bed, Suzuri approached timidly, looking up at him as if gauging his mood. It was clear she desired to see the results of their combined labor with her own eyes, yet she knew she wasn’t the protagonist of this moment. Appreciating her modesty, Yuuri gave a small beckoning gesture. Suzuri dove into his chest with a smile, rubbing her cheek against him like a spoiled child.
”Ah, I’m so grateful for your kindness! ♡ …Hoh, as expected, Yui-dono is truly beautiful! ♡ But with that bizarre outfit gone, she’s no different from any run-of-the-mill girl! ♡ Fufu, look at her sleeping so peacefully, completely unaware of what’s happening to her own body. ♡ Seeing her looking so innocent makes that majestic, untouchable presence she used to have feel like a total illusion! ♡” Suzuri said excitedly.
While gazing enraptured at the goddess who had once threatened her, Suzuri happily praised the skill of the master who had brought her low. She seemed to be savoring the relief that the goddess’s tyranny was over, as well as the joy of gaining a new comrade in the Workshop¹—their sanctuary. There was no longer any trace of the house-cat cowardice that had once sent her scurrying into the shadows at the slightest presence. Even facing a goddess, she now had the mettle to dismiss the figure before her as a pitiful flower, broken and dressed in her master’s colors.
”Heh, you sure talk a big game,” Yuuri said. “But listen, just because you’re a top-tier woman yourself doesn’t mean you should set the bar so high. Women like Yui don’t just grow on trees.”
”Oh, my mistake. But setting myself aside, when I look at the beauty of my elder sisters, I think a little haste in my judgment is only natural! ♡” Suzuri replied.
With the gloomy mood cleared, Yuuri couldn’t help but laugh at the banter. It was a fact he couldn’t afford to forget: he was incredibly lucky to be surrounded by such beautiful wives. To ensure he never belittled them—or the rare talent of their beauty they had offered him—he decided to take Suzuri’s sharp retort to heart as a proper admonition.
However, he needed to teach her that excluding herself from that list wasn’t modesty—it was just self-deprecation. Since words alone wouldn’t convince this humble wife, he decided to make her feel her own charm by directing his lust toward her. He pulled her close, locking her in his arms, and began to roughly knead the breasts she found so difficult to hide. When he used the mana² tentacles extended from her crotch tattoo³ to tightly constrict her womb, Suzuri immediately broke. She stuck her tongue out in a desperate plea for forgiveness, a coquettish, nasal moan escaping from the back of her throat.
”Hey, listen. There’s no way I’m setting you aside,” Yuuri said firmly. “Do you really think I’d keep a woman I didn’t want to bed around me? You need to realize that you’re every bit as beautiful as Yui.”
”Hawa… awawa! ♡ P-please, don’t tease me like that! ♡ My face was covered in wounds for so long… no one would even look at me… ♡ Ah! N-ngh! ♡♡ I can’t… stop… okay, I’ll admit it! Since it makes Yuuri’s c**k stand so tall… I’ll believe my face is beautiful! ♡♡” Suzuri cried out.
It was a virtue not to be vain, but Suzuri seemed to measure her worth only through the eyes of others. While that made her a perfect, single-minded blade of a shinobi, it made her an incomplete woman to have by his side. As a man whose standard for the women around him had hit the ceiling, he couldn’t have Suzuri treating her own beauty as something disposable.
He pulled her into a firm embrace, switching to a serious caress as if they were about to copulate. To show her his obsession, he increased the pressure on her breasts until the sensation reached her very core. Suzuri obscenely thrust her hips against him, desperately rubbing her crotch against her master’s fingers.
”I-I’m sorry! Ah… hah… no! ♡♡ Not like that… I’ll start wanting it! ♡ But I haven’t finished my work yet! ♡ I haven’t finished turning Yui-dono into Yuuri’s little slut! ♡ Ahh, if I let you satisfy me here, Yui-dono will laugh at me! ♡ She’ll look down on me for being swept away by lust before the trap was even set! ♡♡” Suzuri moaned.
And yet, her ability to resist her own desires was one of Suzuri’s most admirable traits. Despite the scent of a female wafting from her long, ink-black hair and the agonizing throb in her body that only penetration could soothe, she never begged for it. All of it was for the sake of preserving this paradise.
For someone like Suzuri, who had spent eighty years teetering on the edge of a lonely death, losing a better future for the sake of a moment’s pleasure was simply unacceptable. To prove it, even as her body shook from the waves of pleasure he was digging up, she stared at him with wet, determined eyes, urging him to make a decision. There was something so endearing about that unwavering gaze that Yuuri found himself softening his touch, his caresses becoming gentle and soothing.
Sensing she had been forgiven, Suzuri slumped against him. He scooped her up and moved from the bed where Yui lay to the sofa on the lower level. As he sat on the plush cushions, he settled the trembling Suzuri between his thighs.
”Fine. Pull the tablet out of the drawer and draw the draft like I tell you,” Yuuri said. “I was going to give you my c**k, but it seems my cute servant is more obsessed with her new junior. I’ll respect your dedication to the team this once.”
”Fuu… ngh… ♡ Th-thank you so much! ♡ Hehe, since I’m making you wait, I promise to make a uniform for Yui-dono that you’ll be more than satisfied with! ♡♡” Suzuri replied.
The low table by the sofa—usually meant for watching videos together—was equipped with drawers. Having learned his lesson after missing the shot of the crotch tattoo during the previous skill creation, Yuuri had stored one of the tablets from Marina’s domain there. When he asked Suzuri for a Shiromuku⁴ creation, they usually did it in the bedroom where it was easy to handle clothes, using the tablet to coordinate their designs.
”Hey. Don’t rub your ass against me while I’m trying to be patient,” Yuuri muttered. “If it’s that bad, do you want me to help you finish?”
”Hii! ♡ I-I’m so sorry! ♡ But if you give me your mercy now, I’ll turn into an indecent mess! ♡ For the sake of making Yui-dono regret everything, please, bear with me for now! ♡♡” Suzuri squealed.
However, when it came time to actually start the design, Suzuri could do nothing but tremble. If Yuuri hadn’t supported her stomach with his hand, she would have collapsed right then and there. He had to give her a little verbal encouragement to get her focused. Finally catching her breath, she leaned her flushed, feverish body back against him.
”So… what kind of uniform does Yuuri desire? ♡ If you want to bind the wild Yui-dono to a role, how about making her look like a noble’s daughter? ♡ Or would a stern military uniform be better? ♡” Suzuri asked.
”Heh, you’re starting to understand my tastes, Suzuri,” Yuuri said. “But if we’re going to restrain her, that’s not enough. To make her truly lament her fate and tremble in her victimhood, we don’t need a ‘role’—we need ‘hard labor.’”
As she leaned against him like a warm heater, he whispered the concept he had been envisioning for Yui’s voluptuous body into her ear. Suzuri’s dark eyes widened in shock, but a moment later, her beautiful features twisted into a mask of envy and awe.
”To think you intended to force such insolence upon her! ♡ Your boldness in the face of a goddess makes me realize how pathetic my own trembling was! ♡♡ Ah, but… that is the very role I once sought for myself! ♡ …Could it be you’ve been planning to claim Yui-dono like this since the day you married me?” Suzuri asked in wonder.
”Hardly,” Yuuri replied. “If I’d thought of that back then, she might have abandoned me. I believe in people acting according to their station. If a goddess grants me a blessing, I’m grateful. But if she coolly tries to join the family after making me suffer, she’s going to be treated accordingly. In your case, I’m the one who asked you to come here. I could never treat you like this, right?”
It was a garment that anyone would recognize—the very treatment Suzuri had once craved. As Yuuri described the beautifully tailored concept and gave specific instructions for the decorations, Suzuri’s hand moved across the tablet with newfound strength. The exhaustion from the pleasure was gone, replaced by the feverish passion of a tailor pouring her own surging desires into her work.
”Ho… oh… ♡ To think such an outfit for humiliating a woman existed outside of your tentacle clothes! ♡ Actually, now that I think about it, my clan does the same thing to women during our festivals! ♡ I see… you’re going to subject Yui-dono to the same treatment as that abominable festival! ♡” Suzuri said.
”Haha, when you put it like that, it makes me sound like the villain,” Yuuri said. “Not that I’m trying to act like a saint at this point. But if she’s going to be the lowest-ranked servant obligated to obey me, she’s going to have to get used to this.”
He approved the finished design immediately. Yuuri withdrew his hand from where it had been helping Suzuri with the Shiromuku under her clothes, finally releasing her lust-drenched body. Suzuri leaned back against him, her breasts heaving with ragged breaths, and held her hands up toward the empty air.
”Oh… your skill is as impressive as ever,” Yuuri said. “If we tried to make this by hand, it would take days.”
”I’m sure my elder sister could do the same with her Sewing⁵… but since you commanded me, I will always give my all to satisfy your will! ♡” Suzuri promised.
A white light ignited in the void they were watching, growing into a sphere of light before bursting into a single, continuous garment. It was the same pure white as Yui’s underwear. Just like her heavenly raiment, it would reveal her perfect beauty, yet the material—a reinforced fiber similar to a thick biker suit—would keep her skin hidden from all other eyes, sealing everything but her face inside.
The sleeves and legs were made extra long; unless folded back, they would extend far past her digits. That was the point: the suit was designed to rob her of her freedom, using numerous belts that extended from the cuffs and hems to bind her limbs tight.
”So the ‘past life’ you and Big Sis talked about… that’s how they humiliated female prisoners? ♡” Suzuri asked.
”W-well, no,” Yuuri muttered. “That’s only for the most violent criminals, and the real ones probably have a bit more wiggle room since they’re just meant for restraint. But if Shiromuku can tailor it perfectly to her body, there’s no point in hiding her curves.”
The pure white restraint suit, custom-made for Yui, fluttered down onto his lap. It was a garment designed to decorate her breathtaking beauty with the mark of a captive, making it clear to everyone that this goddess was now someone’s property. He shared the joy of the finished product with Suzuri, cupping one of her breasts in his palm and pulling her heat-flushed body close.
”Once again, well done, Suzuri,” Yuuri said. “I’ll give you a front-row seat when I put this on her.”
”Ahhh! ♡ I’m so happy! ♡ A-and after that… I can have you thrust into me as much as you want, using those big breasts of hers as my pillow! ♡♡” Suzuri squealed.
Suzuri’s face melted with pleasure as he roughly kneaded her breast, her voice turning high and breathless with emotion. Yuuri wanted to let her enjoy the feeling forever, but dressing Yui in this proof of his triumph had to come first.
He scooped Suzuri up with one arm and, holding the freshly made white uniform in the other, walked back toward the sleeping Yui. Looking down at her peaceful face, he allowed himself to sink into a dark satisfaction, vowing that as long as this lovable goddess was his wife, she would never be allowed to wear the clothes of a god again.
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Summary:
Yuuri and Suzuri begin dressing the unconscious goddess Yui in human underwear. They discuss Yui’s fall from grace and Yuuri’s desire to humiliate her through domestic service. After a brief intimate moment, Suzuri uses her crafting skills to design a specialized white restraint suit to finalize Yui’s transition into a servant.
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Trivia:
- Suzuri was at the edge of death for eighty years before being saved by Yuuri.
- Yuuri uses a tablet from Marina’s domain to design items.
- The ‘Shiromuku’ skill can tailor items perfectly to the target’s body.
- Suzuri’s clan has a ‘strange festival’ involving similar female restraints.
- Yuuri views his wives’ beauty as a rare talent that should not be wasted
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Character Insight:
Suzuri shows a mix of extreme devotion to Yuuri and a lingering sense of inferiority regarding her beauty, which Yuuri actively tries to correct through aggressive affection. Yui remains passive and unconscious, highlighting her complete loss of agency.
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Behind the Scenes:
The ‘restraint suit’ is explicitly modeled after a straitjacket from Yuuri’s previous life, blending modern prison concepts with high-fantasy magical crafting.
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TL Notes:
Notes:
• Yui – A former goddess of Shelm now turned into Yuuri’s servant and bride. She has rainbow-colored eyes, rainbow-tinted silver hair, and a voluptuous, fleshy body. She bears a crotch tattoo (Kokan no Monshou) that throbbed with a reddish-black light. A former goddess who has recently become a human and a servant. She has a ‘crotch tattoo’ that reacts to mana. She has long hair and a body described as having a soft backside and cleavage.
• Suzuri – A scout who braved the labyrinth and lured a petrifying monster to protect her friends. Tall, statuesque, flawlessly pale skin, powerfully toned yet soft and feminine, with long, flowing black hair identical to Marina. Her body have muscles but slim. Her breasts are very large, full, high-set, and overtly described as “too big for her frame,”
• Marina – First Princess of Restea—needs labyrinth escort.
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