Yes, Lady Funina!

Otherwise, even for high-level clients of the Northern Bank, it would be unlikely that the bank's staff would be so efficient.

Lynette and her brother Lynne were adopted by the Hearth House a long time ago and held a high position there. Later, Lynette suddenly became Richard's secretary... It was previously thought that Lynette was infatuated with Richard when she was young, but now it seems that there is probably another reason.

"Clorind, you've arrived, and so has Mr. Richard," Chiori greeted them.

"Well, I heard the samples were ready, so I came straight here." Klorind glanced at Chiori, then at the ladies who were still 'not giving up', and wanted to get Chiori to take them into the fitting room as soon as possible.

“That’s possible, but Mr. Richard…”

“He went along too,” Claurind said.

Under Chiori's surprised gaze, Claurind had no choice but to bite the bullet and explain on Richard's behalf: "He has a good eye, and I want him to give me some advice."

In fact, she was paying off a debt—a debt she owed for her lust for men.

Seeing this, Chiori didn't say anything more. She said the same thing again: Clarinde wasn't good at lying, but Chiori just didn't expose her. After all, she was a client, and a very capable one at that.

The group entered the fitting room. Claude no longer stood in front of Richard like a bodyguard. She held the sample, looking hesitant, as if she was wondering whether Richard meant to look at her from head to toe when he asked her to wear the sample, or whether she should go to the dressing room inside the fitting room to change and then look at her.

Seeing that Chlorinde was holding the sample and hadn't gone into the cubicle to change for a long time, Chiori thought there was something wrong with the sample and asked, "If there's anything wrong, you can just tell me."

“No, it’s fine.” Clarind waved her hand, glanced at Richard one last time, and only walked leisurely into the cubicle after seeing that he didn’t react.

Richard's lips twitched when he saw Clorinde's expression. Could it be that she hesitated for so long because she was wondering whether to show him the new clothes on the spot?

Sensing Chiori's puzzled look, Richard changed the subject, saying, "Claurind's final payment..."

“There’s no rush. After all, you won’t run away whether it’s Clarinde or Richard, right? Oh, by the way, you don’t need to charge for Lady Funina’s. Given Lady Funina’s reputation, people would say I’m ungrateful if I charged her.” Chiori said.

“You should still give them the money, since you promised. If you really feel bad about it, just give them a small gift as well,” Richard said.

After all, this was the first time I was buying clothes for Funina, and it would feel a little strange if Chiori gave them to her for free.

"I understand." Chiori nodded and didn't press the matter further. She would design some more intimate apparel for Funina and the others later.

I wonder which style Richard will see...

Before they could finish speaking, Clarinde had already changed her clothes and came out of the small cubicle.

What a beautiful sight it was! Even though it was just a small sample, it looked so perfect on Clarinde. Even without elaborate and gorgeous patterns, it was impossible to look away.

The dress Clorind wore was a low-cut, backless design, which not only perfectly accentuated her voluptuous figure but also highlighted her icy, aloof temperament, making her appear serene and cold, like an unattainable snow lotus.

When Clarin saw Richard staring intently at her, two more blushes appeared on her face. This was the third time she had blushed today, but this blush added a touch of charm to her.

Two completely different temperaments, coldness and charm, appeared in one person at the same time, and they seemed to blend together perfectly without any sense of incongruity. Anyone who came into contact with them would find it hard to resist.

If you were to take a picture of Clorinde looking like this and put it on the matchmaking market, the threshold of Clorinde's house would probably be worn down by the crowds without the matchmakers having to do much talking.

Chiori didn't need to ask any more questions to know that Richard must be quite satisfied with his work, and if Richard was satisfied, Claurind certainly wouldn't have any objections.

'It seems all that's needed is a few more modifications,' Chiori thought.

The main problem was that Clarinde was wearing an inner lining when she took the measurements, so the measurements weren't entirely accurate, which led to Chiori's misjudgment. As a result, the sample she made was a bit small, and you could see a slight indentation on the hemisphere. I guess it will leave marks over time.

Although Clarinde was used to it, Chiori saw it as a huge flaw. A truly good design, besides being aesthetically pleasing, also needs to provide the wearer with the most comfortable experience.

Just then, a shop assistant knocked on the fitting room door. Chiori went out for a while and then came back, saying apologetically, "Excuse me, I'll be back in a little while. Clarinde, you can walk around in the clothes for a bit, and we can talk about any problems later."

Claude blinked, as if to say that it would be time for her to be alone with Richard again for a while.

Volume 1: Chapter 108 Lady Funina, We're on the same side now.

Chiori left in a hurry, presumably because of something important. Neither Clarinde nor Richard seemed to care, as they weren't the type to need others to revolve around them.

Clarin absentmindedly pinched the hem of her skirt, feeling that although it felt very comfortable to the touch, it was still somewhat delicate, giving her the feeling that it could be torn apart with the slightest force.

Richard thought this outfit suited Clarinde quite well, especially the slight constriction at the chest and the glimpses of her fair, fleshy legs beneath the skirt. Even without the black stockings, she would still look stunning.

It turns out that whether a pair of legs looks good or not depends entirely on the natural features, not on external things like black stockings, white stockings, flesh stockings, or leg rings.

In layman's terms, good-looking people look good in anything, and even better without clothes.

Clarinde's fleshy legs weren't the kind that were fat and round from top to bottom. Those were called fat legs, but they had no aesthetic appeal and gave the impression that the person had been fed too much feed.

Clarinde's legs, on the other hand, have a perfect balance from top to bottom and inside to outside. Her thighs are round and full, while her calves are slender and strong. The two complement each other, making her legs even more perfect.

If Richard were to say for sure, half of her charm lies in her temperament, while the other half rests on her legs and chest.

It's truly a leg-raising game that can last a lifetime.

Clarin noticed Richard staring at her, and then glanced at the sample set beside her. On a whim, she asked, "Would you like me to change into another outfit for you to see?"

"Wait, that's too kind of you!" Richard hadn't expected Claude to be so understanding and considerate, actually offering to change clothes.

Seeing Richard's stunned expression, as if he hadn't expected her to say that, Claudia quickly made up an excuse, saying, "I just think this outfit is a bit too tight..."

To convince Richard, she tugged at her fingertips, making them feel as if they were sinking into cotton, a sight that made one's eyes water.

"Tear..."

The sound of tearing fabric rang out, particularly noticeable in the not-too-big-but-not-too-small fitting room.

Clarinde froze. She had only thought that the sample wasn't very sturdy, but she hadn't expected it to be this flimsy.

It cracked open just from inserting an extra finger.

Fortunately, judging from the location of the sound, it should be from behind, so as long as the movement isn't too violent, there shouldn't be any problems...

Clarind carefully pulled her finger out, then, with utmost concentration, cautiously moved her hand towards her back, trying to figure out what the problem was.

But such a simple action made things even worse for the already overburdened clothes.

"Tear..."

The sound of silk tearing was louder and longer than the previous one, and it looked as if it had been torn from top to bottom.

What followed was the backlash from the fat-headed dragon that had been oppressed for so long. Although it was as soft as a marshmallow, it also had an elasticity far exceeding that of a marshmallow. Once the elasticity exceeded the pressure brought by the restraint, the dragon would reveal its ferocity.

Clarin quickly withdrew her hand, then crossed her arms over her chest and squatted down, curling herself into a ball as much as possible.

Her smooth back, which had previously only been exposed up to her waist, was now completely exposed to Richard, a way of getting revenge for Clarinde's previous voyeurism of him.

After all, through that gap, Clarinde had finally seen Richard's entire back, so now it was a case of one back to the other.

There might be more. From Richard's elevated perspective, looking down along the smooth back, one could vaguely see a deep crease and two other round mounds.

However, this unreliable sample still held its ground and didn't tear any further. Richard obviously couldn't just stand by and watch, so he quickly took off his coat and draped it over Clarinde's shoulders.

As Richard knelt down to drape the cloak over Claude's shoulders, he inevitably caught a glimpse of her white, smooth side hemispheres. Now, of all the hemispheres—east, west, south, and north—only the southern hemisphere and the central pole remained unseen.

“Hmm…” Clarin tightened her coat and looked at Richard pitifully.

Richard sighed and said, "I understand. It's all settled then."

I thought this would satisfy Clorind, but to my surprise, she shook her head and bit her lip, saying, "I... I didn't look that much before..."

Richard looked at Claudia, who didn't understand what she meant, and Claudia mustered up her courage and made a request: "I want to see it again."

Their main tactic is to never suffer a loss.

Richard said, both amused and annoyed, "Do you even know what you're saying?"

"Is that not allowed?" Clarinde was really going all out for the sake of male beauty. She loosened the clothes Richard had put on her slightly, revealing a little bit of her charm, but only a little bit. At most, you could see her breasts, just a tiny bit more than when she wore a dress.

"What are you thinking? What kind of exchange is this? If I wanted to touch you, would you agree to let me touch you?" Richard complained.

"This way, this way works too." After weighing the pros and cons, Clarinde really wanted to touch Richard's abs, and sacrificing her own abs in exchange wasn't unacceptable.

As for pectoral muscles, forget it. Clorinde hasn't reached that level yet; abs are enough.

"How come I never realized you were so horny before! You actually had ulterior motives towards my body."

Richard tapped Claurind's head with his finger. He never expected that this seemingly icy agent would be so obsessed with men, even resorting to bartering.

Claurind pouted. "I've never seen you dressed so lightly in front of me before."

Ever since Claude met Richard, he has always been dressed in a suit and tie. Even when he wears casual clothes, he is always completely covered up, and you can't tell Richard's figure at all under his coat.

Although Clarinde knew that Richard was so strong, she assumed he would be in good shape too, but there are still differences in physique.

Whether it's abs or pecs, just like the beautiful legs in a man's eyes, it's often the details that reveal their charm. A smoother line here, a better-looking muscle there, and all these features combined make it incredibly attractive.

In Clarinde's eyes, Richard's physique was the most aesthetically pleasing, and from the first moment she saw him, he immediately captured her heart.

This feeling is like love at first sight, lust at first sight. What's that saying again?

My lady, my gentleman is good.

Everyone has their own XP. For example, Richard likes hands, feet, face, chest, buttocks, and legs, and Claudia also has her own XP.

Before, I just hadn't encountered what I wanted and didn't know what I wanted. Now that I have, I immediately know what I like.

She only liked Richard's type; she was simply attracted to his body.

As for Richard's character and personality, well, let's not even mention it.

In a sense, Clarinde's affection was also very pure.

"I... I was just looking, I didn't mean anything by it," Clarinde argued.

"You wanted to touch me just now!"

"You were the one who suggested the exchange..."

"Want to try out my pecs?"

"Gulp." Clorind admitted that she was tempted for a moment, but reason prevailed over desire this time, and she firmly shook her head, "N-no, never mind."

Although she was attracted to Richard's body, she wasn't stupid. Her lower abdomen was fine, but his breasts were too sensitive, and the nature of the encounter would change. At least Clarinde wasn't ready for that.

"You're actually considering possibilities? Clarinde, are you... a pervert?" Richard exclaimed in surprise.

Clarinde's face flushed red instantly, and she stammered, "A... a crazy woman? How could that be!"

If she were a pervert, she would have barged in and groped Richard when he left the door open.

But it doesn't exist yet, does it?

Then, as if to prove something, Clarind stopped mentioning what had just happened, though her eyes still occasionally glanced at Richard's torso.

Seeing this, Richard decided not to tease her anymore. Now that he knew Clarinde's weakness, there was no rush. Just like good food should be saved for later, and fun things should be saved for later, using himself as bait to let a beauty like Clarinde slowly fall into it would be a novel experience.

Over the years, Richard has had many admirers who were attracted to his physique and looks, but none of them had ever seen someone like Claude.

It's both novel and fun.

Before long, Chiori returned from her errands outside and raised an eyebrow when she saw Clarin squatting on the ground wearing Richard's clothes.

She had only been gone for a short while, how did she come back like this?

If it's really as she thinks, isn't Richard moving way too fast? A silver spear with a wax head?

Noticing Chiori's puzzled expression, Richard explained, "The clothes were too tight and ripped."

"Cracked?" Chiori realized that with Clarinde's figure and the fact that the sample size was indeed too small, this could indeed happen if the movements were slightly larger.

"Sorry, the measurements must have been wrong. I noticed it when I tried on the sample earlier and was thinking of altering it later, but it seems I have to measure it again... take it off with my clothes on." Chiori said, looking at Richard.

Richard, sensing the situation, prepared to go to the door to keep watch, but Clarin, who was squatting on the ground, thought of the noblewomen outside choosing clothes and suddenly spoke up: "No need to go out..."

Upon hearing this, Chiori and Richard both looked at Clarinde. Chiori's eyes were practically overflowing with curiosity. What's going on? Are people this open-minded these days?

Am I now part of your game?

“What I mean is, we can take the measurements in a small cubicle; there’s nowhere to sit outside anyway.” Clarind’s reasoning was rather far-fetched.

How could there not be a place to sit outside? This isn't some small clothing store; there are plenty of seats outside, and they're all sofas.

However, before Richard could speak, Clarinde stood up, put on Richard's coat, and, pulling at her torn clothes, walked quickly and in small steps toward the cubicle.

Chiori had no choice but to pick up her tools and follow him, glancing at Richard before she left.

That one glance made Richard involuntarily touch his nose. No, he really hadn't done anything.

Shouldn't he be the one experiencing workplace harassment?

Why does it feel like Chiori sees him as a womanizer?

After taking her measurements, Clarinde changed into another sample outfit. This was a casual outfit focused on comfort, unlike the previous formal wear which accentuated her figure, so it was much looser and didn't feel constricting.

She wore a white leg ring around her lower body, which was slightly recessed into her flesh, paired with black stockings.

Li Ju realized that there must be a reason why Chiori became a well-known designer in Fontaine.

You're an expert.

I'll choose her place again next time.