Otherworld Nation Founding Chronicles

“Hey, Tetra. Can you show me your breasts?” (Almis)

“Hmm? It’s not like you have to ask permission. They’re yours so rub them whenever you feel like it.” (Tetra) (TL Note: Me)

I’m so happy you just told me something amazing. But this time, it’s not about that.

“What’s that?” (Tetra)

“It’s underwear. I made it myself. I just want to check the size.” (Almis)

I put the handmade bra on Tetra’s chest. The size is perfect. I made sure to check the sizes everyday after all. (TL Note: You lucky bastard)

“How is it? How does it feel?” (Almis)

“…It feels…strange. But it doesn’t feel bad.” (Tetra)

“Is that so? Then it’s good.” (Almis)

There is no underwear in the Adernia Peninsula.

While they do wear something like a loincloth, more or less, you really can’t call that underwear.

I get severely bothered, after all. By those shaking breasts.

Well, seeing other people’s breast would be something like eye candy, but it’s my own wife’s breasts after all…. So, they’re…good fortune? Well…Tetra’s breasts are about average, anyway.

“If you wear this, then your breasts won’t hang.” (Almis)

“Really? How many do you have?” (Tetra)

“For the meantime, I have one prototype but if you want I’ll make as many as you want.” (Almis)

“Then let’s make about five…teach me how to make one. I’ll make them myself.” (Tetra)

I don’t mind but…it’s kind of fun imagining Tetra’s breasts when making one of these. Refusing her for that reason would just make me a pervert, huh.

The two still did not know that many years later, bras would spread across the lands of the Adernia Peninsula.