Clothing Store Common Sense (3)
“If you like something, you can just try it on right there, right?”
“Of course. Fitting rooms are only in men's stores, aren't they? You're a bitch, so there's no need to hide from prying eyes. In fact, isn't the whole point of your body to excite as many men as possible?”
She's saying that the more humiliating it is for a bitch, the better it is for us. Even if she's a clothing store clerk, she's still just a female bitch at heart. Her entire mindset is twisted.
“No, that's not it. Chae-a is my personal bitch. She doesn't need to worry about other guys—just focus on me.”
“Gasp... A personal bitch at your age? You must be really something.”
“Nah, not really. Anyway, why's a female bitch like you yapping so much with that upper mouth? Hurry up and help Chae-a.”
“Y-yes, sir!”
The clerk straightened up at Geon-yul's cheeky attitude and came over to me, eagerly recommending outfits and helping out.
Just moments ago, she'd been looking down on me as a lowly guest bitch despite being a customer, but she couldn't move a muscle in front of Geon-yul.
“How about this lingerie? If you wear it at night to seduce your owner, you might get a nice big load. I wore lingerie to my interview when all the other female bitches showed up in suits, and that's how I got hired.”
“No thanks. Something plain... no, drab.”
She even measured my bare chest for size, and in the end, the pile in my arms was just a few pairs of bitch panties and bras, plus a hoodie and bitch pants. They were a bit smaller in size with a big hole in the butt, but otherwise not much different from the clothes I'd worn in the original world.
I didn't have to wear girly stuff just because I'd become a woman. Yeah, this is definitely the right choice.
“We'll take this, that, and this too.”
“Huh? Wh-what? Why all of a sudden?”
Without even asking me, Geon-yul grabbed the see-through lingerie the clerk had recommended, a floral dress that reeked of spring vibes, and pink dolphin pants with white stripes.
The clerk's face lit up, but mine fell.
Did he want to see me in a dress? Fine, dolphin pants maybe, but that lingerie was way too slutty. I wasn't some AV actress—why that...?
No, I get the intent.
I didn't believe for a second he just innocently wanted to see me in them. If I had to guess, he figured if I only bought drab stuff like hoodies and pants, the store staff might catch on and suspect I was some antisocial weirdo. It wasn't a crazy theory—plausible enough.
“It's a waste of money... those are expensive... I don't have any.”
“What money does a bitch need? Your owner pays.”
I blinked wide-eyed at Geon-yul's words. The owner covers everything?
Come to think of it, yeah. In this world, bitches were banned from working. To earn money, I'd need at least female or female bitch status, but that meant tangling with guys other than Geon-yul—and no thanks.
Wait, that could be misinterpreted. Let me rephrase: it wasn't that I wanted to stick with Geon-yul forever; other guys just meant more hassle.
Feels kinda pathetic.
Objectively, no need to earn or pay—just buy what I want, even stuff I hate, all covered by someone else. But it didn't sit right. They didn't see me as a real person at all.
Geon-yul might treat me well, but to the world, I was just his pet bitch. No self-improvement, no studying—just a life of being kept.
“Ugh...”
I'd once fantasized about marrying into a rich, pretty girl's family as a house husband, living off allowance forever. But actually being in that spot? Not as comfy as I'd thought. Especially since my gender got flipped.
“Something wrong?”
“N-no, nothing. Let's go if we're done. We're busy.”
“Don't sweat the price. I can afford a few outfits.”
That wasn't the issue. No surprise from a fellow love-repellent like him—he couldn't read people for shit.
I stood there pouting as the clerk scanned each item's barcode one by one.
“Customer, thinking of joining our discount event?”
“Discount event?”
Just when I thought we could leave—another event? The name alone gave me chills.
“I-I know it's embarrassing to say, but... your muscles, and, um, that bulge in your pants... it got me so wet.”
“...Huh?”
“So! If you shove it in my female bitch pussy right now and blast your load, you get 30% off with semen pay! And FYI, that 30% comes straight out of my salary—no charge to you!”
One hand on her hip, the other flashing three fingers, knees bent as she shook her hips in some pussy dance. Her eyes locked straight on Geon-yul's crotch.
Suddenly? Well... signs were there since we walked in. Anyway, seeing a fully dressed woman make that lewd face and dance—I couldn't just stare blankly.
“H-ha... that's sudden...”
“It won't take long! I'll squeeze my pussy tight-tight and milk it right out! No pregnancy worries—I'll raise the kid myself, hehe.”
“We're in a hurry.”
“Please, can't you? I shouldn't judge as a mere female bitch, but working here, I haven't seen a guy as impressive as you. If you're worried, use a condom or cum outside—just once...”
Damn, she was clingy. Was it okay to keep pushing after he said no? Antisocial? Illegal somehow? Too scared to speak, I just glared from the side, and suddenly the entrance ceremony flashed back.
The bitch-class girls who'd eyed me jealously when I asked Geon-yul for my anal plug. Even that showed how fierce the competition was among bitches and female bitches for men in this world.
She didn't want to be his personal bitch or girlfriend—just a one-use fuckhole. Guess Geon-yul looked like a high wall to others.
His build, firm body, face... but maybe I factored in too? Embarrassing to say, but my face was pretty in this world. Killer figure, big tits. If she were gunning for him, I'd be a thorn in her side.
And from my side, Geon-yul banging other girls made me uneasy. Women were sneaky—could egg on a dummy like him to ditch me.
...Mostly, it pissed me off. I'd turned into this, and that jerk gets to fuck around? No way I'd watch.
Time to play wall properly.
“Hey, knock it off.”
“Huh? This isn't a convo for a bitch like you...”
“Sorry, but just like I'm Geon-yul's personal bitch, his dick's my personal dick. Waste to spill seed on a female bitch like you.”
“Wh-what... can't we share?”
“So what right do you have to ask? Bluntly, I'm younger, my pussy's tighter than yours. What if his sensitivity drops from your loose, trashy hole?”
“T-trash...? I'm mid-20s...”
“Late-20s. Mid? Please.”
I blurted out lines so absurd I couldn't believe they came from me. Face burning red after, but I'd tried acting like a proper bitch... maybe overdid it?
“L-let's go. Paid full price. Sell lots.”
“S-sob... come again, sir...”
The clerk saw him off in full tragic heroine cosplay.
Shed been on my case about parading in underwear since we arrived—never liked her.
“Semen pay? Even here, that's nonsense. She made it up. I'll repay somehow later, so relax...”
“Where'd you learn that?”
“Huh?”
I stopped mid-stride, huffing, and stared into Geon-yul's eyes looking down at me.
“Learn what.”
“That stuff just now. My dick's your personal one, seed's a waste. Not your idea—copied from a template, right?”
“Uh, ugh...”
“No way you improvised? Genius. Acting prodigy.”
My mind raced. You drop lewd lines to keep the altered common sense act up around others—why's it weird when I do? But pulling those words on the spot? Maybe I was weird.
Minus the trash pussy slur, zero sincerity—but yeah, the clerk groping him annoyed me...
“Or maybe... jealousy?”
“Wh-wh-what?! Hell no... I mean, no?!”
Almost swore—noticed stares, clamped my mouth shut.
Me, jealous?! Crazy. If I'd let it go, he'd fuck a hot clerk right there—envy from her perspective, not mine.
...Did it look that way?
“Forget it! Like how you say weird shit to me for mom calls without awkwardness, I copied school friend templates. No way I'd mean it.”
“...Fair. You helped me out of a jam, anyway.”
“Duh. Think I'd watch you lose your V-card first? Gotta block that, yeah!”
Geon-yul's sheepish grin turned into a full beam.
“Heh, right. We vowed same-day deflowering.”
“...Hey, don't twist it? It was double date, then same room—not that.”
“Twist what? You're the one imagining.”
“Urgh...!”
“Urgh this, urgh that. Hahaha!”
I swung a rage fist; he bolted ahead. My big tits bounced as I chased, but couldn't keep up.
Mocked girls' funny runs in middle school—karma.
No muscle meant wobbling even at full sprint.
“Hah, huff...”
And why was my tongue lolling while panting? Real dog or what.