I was Chosen By A Perverted Goddess To Help Save Her World

Chapter 62: Purple Panties

"Panties?.... what’s that ?"

Faerwyn voiced in confusion, looking curiously at this young man who seemed to say and do the most surprising things.

Ben realised that the term ’panties’ was clearly not understood by Faerwyn, so he rephrased...

"Underwear, my lady...."

"More specifically..... female underwear." Ben clarified.

"Female...underwear?.....and you want to sell them ?" Faerwyn muttered incredulously, as she’d just heard the darndest thing.

Usually, female garments and undergarments for the public are made and sold by lady tailors who cater to the general masses.....

While for nobles of different status, their garments or undergarments are catered to by specific establishments for nobles.

She wondered why a young man like him would want to cater to female undergarments; it’s unheard of, and certainly not appropriate.

"Yes, my lady. I want to sell them; however, this underwear is unlike anything my lady has ever seen before. "

"With my lady’s permission, I would like to present you with a sample to try," Ben remarked charminly, slowly taking a sip from the green tea in front of him, which he instantly regretted. It tasted awful.

Faerwyn appeared deep in thought for a moment. Ben telling her to try his panties would be a taboo statement from a man to a noble lady of such a high status.

But seeing how convinced that smile looked on him, as if he certainly had something quite special, Faerwyn was indeed intrigued, so she nodded at him, giving him the go-ahead to present his product.

Ben smiled in satisfaction as he reached into his garment, while she observed in curiosity.

Ben had made one final preparation last night before going to bed.

Since his target for his panties business was noble women, the packaging really matters.

The packaging needed to be a statement of its own, a statement that announces class, luxury, and exclusivity.

His act of reaching into his garment was just a farce; in actuality, as Ben dipped his hand in, he had actually called upon his system inventory.

"Here... this one is a gift to my lady."

Ben pulled out a small, beautiful rectangular box, made out of high-quality plywood and shiny silver alligator leather, with the stylish insignia of the character ’H’ on top of it.

If Ben wanted to start up a luxurious brand of exquisite goods in this world, he needed his packaging to make a statement.

This box was actually quite cheap to procure from the system, costing him just two sex points, and all he had to do was imagine the type of box packaging he wanted, including his signature insignia of ’H’ on top.

Ben placed the box on the table, and he could see Faerwyn’s eyes light up at how beautiful and fancy it looked, clearly bringing her interest to a peak.

She slowly reached for the box, a box with such complex and sophisticated design, the likes of which she’s never seen before, so she turned to Ben, asking....

"Where did you get such a beautifully crafted box?"

Ben smiled in his usual charming fashion, knowing he had to choose his words carefully.

He had clearly never left this estate in the past three days he’s been here, and if he were to say otherwise, it would be quite easy to investigate and fish out his lie.

"Apologies, my lady, but my sources prefer to remain anonymous," He explained, looking a little remorseful.

Faerwyn twirled the box in her hand, taking in its components; she felt the glossy finish, the sharp edges. The material looked like wood but was too fine to be just wood; the same with the leather; it was simply delectable to look at, like something that can be kept as a collectible.

Seeing Faerwyn only concentrate on the box, Ben Dover had to chime in...

"My lady, that box is just the packaging; the product is inside."

"Ah...right."

Faerwyn realized that the box alone could be sold as a standalone item, so she was curious how different this undergarment would be.

After running her beautiful hand over the material, intuitively, she discovered how to open the box, flicking the silver clamp in front with a pop as she slowly raised it open.

"This....this is..." Faerwyn murmured incredulously. What she was seeing was simply....

"It’s incredible, right, my lady."

Inside the box was a purple colored lace trim, sexy, breathable bikini panties.

Unconsciously, Faerwyn’s hand reached to the fabric, feeling it in her grip as her eye widened at the softness and smoothness.

Just looking at it, she could instantly feel how comfortable it would feel to wear it, and the design was so sexy and unique, better than any concept for undergarments she’s ever seen or heard of.

"Yes... it is." Faerwyn added, clearly intrigued by the product.

Her mind went through calculations of what changes such a product would bring to the kingdom....

’No...not just the kingdom...the entire empire.’

As she had this thought, she realised what Ben had meant by it being beneficial to her duchy.

They were in trying times, and as a duchy which should be semi-independent as its own territory, they had now become so weak that they were simply a duchy in name only.

"With this..." She murmured, her smile drawing unconsciously as her gaze returned to Ben, looking at him like a precious treasure.

"Where in the world did you get this?... Can you get more ?"

She inquired. Not even the royal tailors who sort goods from far-away kingdoms can procure fabric of such quality, nor craft a product with such detail.

"Apologies, my lady. But I can’t reveal my sources...."

"However, I should be able to get more, though it’s very limited, and....I ’must’ take measurements of my clients."

"So, my lady, only others worthy enough of this product would be able to get their hands on this limited luxury."

Ben pitched like a salesman, and he could almost see the gears visibly turning in Faerwyn’s mind as she nodded.

"You are right. I can tell this product is too precious to be sold to just anyone. It’s even above the quality of the royal tailors..."

"I know what to do."

Faerwyn added, her smile stretching wide as she carefully placed the panties back in the box like some precious gem.

"What are you doing right now, my lady ?" Ben asked, seeing her close the box.

"Well, I have to keep it in good condition to show my friends," Faerwyn explained.

"Nonono, my lady. This one is for you... a gift."

"I can simply give you another which you can use as a sample later on."

"Don’t you want to wear it and see how it feels ?"

"Is that really okay?... This is too precious," Faerwyn voiced, but there was clear excitement on her face to try out these designer panties.

"Of course it is. Besides, I ordered this one with your exact measurement in mind...so you can have it, my lady."

With that, Faerwyn didn’t bother to argue anymore; her grin stretched as she slowly stood up from her seat, then with the box in hand, she began to walk out of the pagoda, her curvy waist swaying in tandem, leaving just Ben behind, as he watched her retreating backside, entranced.

But as Faerwyn was only a few steps away, she turned to Ben, looking at him, grinning as she spoke....

"What are you doing just sitting there, young man ?’

"Follow me."