My Naughty Uncle's
Belly Bonding

Mr. Harold patiently awaits Nick's return to his room. He grabbed the coffee that was brought by Nick then sipped it.

"Akhhh, scrumptious!" he said after sipping the black coffee.

Not long after, Nick returned to bring something in his hands. An object that is not what, Mr. Harold did not know. The man smiled broadly as he approached her.

"Let's see what I bring to you, Mr. Harold. You can use this thing so that your shirt and pants can be used again" Nick said, still with a silly smile.

Master Harold watched the thing while linking his eyebrows together. "What is that thing?"

"This is a corset, Mr. Harold. This object is commonly used by women to get a slim and flat stomach," said Nick.

"Heh, you're crazy huh? That's right for women, why do you even want me to use it? And one of my questions, where did you get this thing? Let's not have this ex-boyfriend of yours again," cried Mr. Harold after knowing what the function of the object really is.

Nick chuckles. "Don't ask where I got this thing, Mr. Harold. The important thing is this thing can help you use your shirt and pants that do not fit it," replied Nick.

Mr. Harold seemed to think hard until he finally agreed. For the looks of today. "All right, but only for today" said Mr. Harold.

"Well, donk!"

Nick approached Mr. Harold and asked the man to take his breath back so he could attach the object to his stomach.

"Pull your breath like that, Mr. Harold," Nick said. Mr. Harold also returned to follow the orders of his men. He took his breath just as before.

After Mr. Harold's stomach looks flat, Nick rushed to pair the corset to cover his distended stomach. When he finished, he smiled with satisfaction.

"How about it, Mr Harold?" ask Nick.

Slowly Lord Harold exhaled. However, this time his stomach remained flat as the tight object held his distended stomach.

Although it felt crowded, but Mr. Harold seemed satisfied because his stomach was no longer bulging as before. "It seems to work, Nick."

"Haha, that's exactly what I said, Mr. Harold," Nick replied proudly.

"Alright, now get me my shirt back," said Mr. Harold.

"Shortly, Sir. Your shirt needs to be sewn first. Aren't some of the buttons missing?"

"After that. If you just sew the button part mah, no problem," replied Nick who then immediately took the shirt out and took it to his room.

Although Nick has the soul of a mobster, but the man still has a sweet side. The proof is that a lot of work that is usually done by a woman, can be done by a Nick, one of which is sewing.

After sewing the buttons of Mr. Harold's shirt, Nick immediately returned the shirt to the man. Mr. Harold was so happy to see his shirt back to how it was. He patted Nick on the shoulder and thanked him.

"Thank you, Nick. I don't know what to do if you're not here" said Mr. Harold.

"Together, Sir. Come on, I'll help you put the shirt on" said Nick as he approached the man and helped him put the shirt on.

"Well, now the shirt can be used again, right! Now, just the pants," said Nick after finishing helping Mr. Harold wear the shirt.

"Yes, you're right." Mr. Harold grabbed his formal pants, then immediately put them on.

"Oh yes, sir. You still haven't answered my question. Where do you want to look like this? Nge'date, huh?!" seductive Nick while watching Mr. Harold.

After he finished wearing his pants, the man grabbed a red jewelry box from his closet drawer.

"Look at this" said Mr. Harold as he showed Nick a diamond-encrusted gold ring.

Nick widened his eyes. "I-it's a wedding ring? Who is this ring for, sir?" peekit Nick's.

"For someone special," he answered while tidying up the vest and suit that was now attached to his body.

"Mother Lidya?" Suddenly the woman's name crossed Nick's mind, because after their meeting at that time, Mr. Harold's attitude seemed to change. It looks so much sweeter and warmer than before.

Mr. Harold did not answer. However, the man's smile had already answered everything clearly.

"Well, so it's true that that woman is Miss Lidya?!" scream Nick again.

"Hush! Could your mouth be a little quieter, Nick!" annoyed Mr. Harold while exhaling heavily because the corset he was wearing really made his breath feel tight.

"All right, Master!" say Nick with a big smile.

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