Chapter 280 Independence -9
Chapter 280 Independence -9
Barjet froze, stunned, when Jiha simply walked in.
A moment later, she forced a stern expression and let her anger show.
"Get out, now!"
"If I meant to leave, would I have broken the door down? I'll tell the shop you did it, so just keep that in mind."
"I did not do that?!"
Indignant, Barjet quickly covered her chest with her hands.
Not that it meant much, with how large they were.
Jiha sat down on the chair he'd brought and watched her, silent.
"Go on. Keep trying them on."
"I..."
"You're my woman, aren't you? What's strange about me watching my woman get dressed?"
Jiha tossed the words out casually.
Barjet had only said it in the heat of the moment to defuse the situation, but Jiha, having caught her by the tail, intended to press his advantage to the hilt.
"You're my woman, so I'm looking after you. I'm going out of my way, putting in all this effort to make you presentable. What more do you need?"
Barjet could only open and close her mouth, speechless.
Her face turned bright red.
Standing in front of Jiha in nothing but her underwear was mortifying beyond words...
'And she's got nothing to say back. Because her conscience is pricking her over that lie she used as a cover.'
Barjet was a dweeb, but she had a strong sense of conscience, decency, and common sense.
Earlier, she'd claimed to be Jiha's woman to try and spare the women who'd started the fight.
Now that Jiha had seized on that and was pushing his advantage, she felt too guilty to suddenly deny it.
'She's scared of me, and her conscience is getting to her. On top of that, being the dweeb she is, she probably feels indebted to me for offering to buy her lingerie.'
Barjet's inner turmoil was an open book to Jiha.
He crossed his legs comfortably and spoke.
"Try them on properly. Sizes can vary a little by maker."
"D-don't make fun of me."
"I don't make fun of this sort of thing. If I need your opinion, I'll ask. We've got time, so take it slow."
As Jiha watched her from behind, Barjet bit down on her lip.
But defiance against Jiha was a lost cause anyway.
They'd already spent a whole night tangled together.
The plan was probably to get this over with as fast as possible and get out.
The expression on Barjet's face, reflected in the full-length mirror in front of her, made that perfectly obvious.
Shhhrrk.
Barjet covered her breasts with her hands, hunched her body forward deeply, and did her absolute best to keep out of Jiha's sight as she took off her underwear.
Still, Jiha didn't say a word. He just watched silently.
Nervous and anxious about what Jiha might say or do, Barjet hurried to try on the next set of lingerie.
After quickly putting it on, she straightened up and faced the full-length mirror.
Almost without thinking, she turned her body left and right, checking the fit and condition of the undergarments.
The black brassiere fit perfectly around her chest, and her face relaxed, a look of comfort settling in. A smile bloomed on her lips as she admired the luxurious pattern, clearly satisfied with it.
Then she caught sight of Jiha in the mirror and flinched in surprise, hastily recomposing her expression.
But unlike his usual self, Jiha remained completely silent, not offering a single word.
Gradually, Barjet's attention drifted away from Jiha and focused entirely on the mirror.
She still bent over and shielded herself with her arms when changing, doing her best to stay hidden from him, but Jiha genuinely said nothing.
Bit by bit, her guard began to lower.
The hurried changes slowed down.
Flashes of light pink nubs and the cleft between her legs began to catch Jiha's eye.
"Mmm..."
On her eleventh set, Barjet fastened the hook of a yellow brassiere, let out a frustrated sigh, and then cupped and adjusted her breasts.
She'd done it without thinking. But seeing Jiha in the mirror, she jolted back to her senses.
Jiha hadn't even said a word, yet she blurted out an excuse on her own.
"Uh, I mean... are you used to this sort of thing?"
"To what?"
"It just... you look so at ease."
Barjet had spoken impulsively, but she'd hit the mark dead-on.
Jiha answered lightly.
"To what? Having a woman wiggle her ass lewdly while she changes and enjoying the show?"
"...You're trying to change the subject, aren't you?"
Barjet, who normally would have been appalled, had shot back without thinking.
She knew all too well by now, down to her bones, that Jiha was a man who didn't hold back.
If all he'd wanted was Barjet's body, he could have just taken it. He wouldn't have brought her to a shop like this and gone through all this trouble.
"You caught on, so now you're trying to squirm out of it by saying something weird..."
"Is that what you think?"
Barjet hesitated.
The instinct of a prey animal. She sensed, almost unconsciously, that she'd touched on something dangerous.
She'd inadvertently glimpsed a certain side of this frightening man's past and poked at it.
Not knowing what consequences that might bring...
"Wh-which one is the prettiest?"
Barjet spoke in a forced, artificial tone.
Her clumsy, contextless attempt to change the subject left Jiha dumbfounded.
This level deserved an award for worst acting at the academy.
But Barjet turned around, laughing awkwardly.
"You said to ask, didn't you?"
"Did I?"
Jiha rose from his seat.
Barjet recoiled as she saw him approach.
"I asked, so why are you coming closer..."
"Look ahead."
Jiha motioned with his chin and then stood directly behind Barjet.
A woman's body with full, beautiful curves: the brassiere cupping her remarkably large breasts and the triangle panties covering her below.
Jiha stood right behind Barjet and stared openly.
"Which one are you most pleased with?"
"Oh... the, the black one."
"The fourth one you tried on? It depended a bit on the outfit, but it suited you. Try it on again."
"Uh, uhm."
Barjet swallowed nervously but picked up the discarded lingerie.
He was telling her to change while he stood right behind her, watching.
Being completely naked, even for a moment, was unavoidable.
Though... she'd already changed more than ten times inside this fitting room with Jiha watching.
She couldn't understand why having him watch from right behind her felt so much more nerve-wracking.
Barjet hunched her upper body as much as possible and quickly changed her panties first.
Her hands moved fast, spurred by the tension that the man might do anything at any moment.
She then tried to cover her breasts with her arms and put on the brassiere.
"Wait."
Click.
Jiha took hold of the brassiere and fastened the hook for her.
At the unexpected help, Barjet tensed up, then let the strength drain from her body.
A beautiful woman with pale skin and long light-purple hair, wearing only black lingerie, stared blankly at the man.
As though it were the most natural thing in the world, Jiha rested his chin on Barjet's shoulder.
"How does it feel to wear pretty underwear?"
"...Ah, uhm. It's nice."
"Makes you want to show it off, right?"
"Wh-where would I show it off?"
"Plenty of places. There are lots of situations where women change clothes together. And lingerie is the most basic form of confidence."
Barjet found herself agreeing with Jiha's words.
Now that she was picking out and trying on lingerie without worrying about the cost, a sense of fullness she'd never felt before settled over her.
"I was worried about the size, but it seems like there's no issue."
"You, worrying about something, that's..."
Squeeze.
Jiha grabbed the breasts cupped inside the brassiere.
They were so large that the moment he grasped them, the flesh threatened to spill out between his fingers.
Breasts like a demon beast from which no man could ever escape once he'd touched them.
"I worry too, you know. And you, especially, make me worry a lot."
"Uh, ah, uhm... H-hold on. Hold on?"
In her underwear, her breasts caught in the grip of the man standing behind her, the voluptuous beauty opened and closed her mouth, utterly at a loss.
Jiha ignored her and kneaded her breasts. Barjet's trembling body strained to push his arms away.
She had no hope of overcoming Jiha's strength.
"Wh-what are you doing? We're in a shop!"
"And there's no one here but the two of us."
Had she really thought he wouldn't pull something like this in a shop?!
Then again, wasn't this the same man who'd grabbed Barjet in the hallway and kneaded her to his heart's content?
Barjet, panicked, anxious, and terrified, tried to find some way out of the situation... when Jiha said flatly,
"You're my woman, aren't you? My woman looks sexy and it turns me on, so I'm touching her. What's the problem?"
"Uh, uhm, uhm..."
It seemed she still couldn't bring herself to correct him and admit it had been a lie.
Jiha pulled her into a tighter embrace, kneading her breasts with both hands as he kissed her neck. Barjet flinched in shock, rising onto her tiptoes.
"Ha, ah... J-just a moment. Just a moment."
"I'll listen while I keep going. So talk."
"I'll... I'll do it for you! So please!"
Jiha's hands stopped.
As he paused, Barjet's face flushed red and she spoke while catching her breath.
"...I'll use my chest. So just... please."
"Is that supposed to make me let you off?"
"...You like it, don't you?"
She remembered the time before, when Jiha had rubbed himself between her breasts and finished. That's why she was offering this now.
She was trying to end things with just her chest, without giving up her body. Barjet had racked her brain in her own way to come up with this.
But that time, Jiha had stopped because he'd known she'd only just lost her virginity and had been considerate of her body.
Today was different.
"I appreciate the offer. We'll do that too, so get ready."
"Huh? What? Ah, uhm..."
Jiha rested his chin on Barjet's shoulder, grabbed her breasts with both hands, and kneaded them.
He lightly grasped the breasts wrapped in the black brassiere with his left and right hands, then twisted them in opposite directions.
"Ah, uhm, I mean..."
Barjet reflexively tried to struggle, but Jiha held her in place by force and continued to knead her breasts persistently.
He grasped them lightly, released, and grasped again. As he did, the full-figured witch's body twitched and trembled.
Barjet tried to push Jiha's hands away, then belatedly summoned her Mana.
"...I said, stop touching me."
"Turn that off."
When Jiha's expression hardened, Barjet, thoroughly intimidated, canceled her Mana.
But as if she still had something to say, she hunched her shoulders, covered her breasts with her own hands, and protested to Jiha.
"I-I said I don't want to right now."
"Then when exactly is a good time? My woman is trying on pretty lingerie and showing off her beauty, and I'm supposed to just stand back and watch, then quietly step away?"
Jiha placed his hands over the backs of Barjet's hands and applied pressure.
Forced by Jiha's will, Barjet found herself kneading her own breasts with her own hands. She gasped in shock, her body trembling.
But Jiha forcefully pressed down on Barjet's hands, applying firm, steady pressure, making her grip and caress her own breasts.
"Uh, uhm, I-I mean... Mmm, hmm. Ugh."
Forced by the man to fondle her own breasts, Barjet's legs shook. She was utterly lost.
In the mirror before her, wasn't the sight of herself in lingerie, caught in a man's embrace and kneading her own breasts with both hands, far too lewd?
Even to her own eyes, the way her breasts changed shape as they spilled through her fingers was incredibly obscene.
"Uh, uhm, uhm..."
As Jiha forced her to continue squeezing and fondling herself, Barjet's cheeks flushed hot.
Her thighs pressed tight together of their own accord. She was desperately trying to suppress the stinging pleasure that was rising from deep inside her body.
"Ah, haaah..."
Even when Jiha subtly loosened the strength in the hands that had been compelling her own, Barjet continued to knead her breasts on her own.
Just like a teenage girl discovering pleasure for the first time, her face bright red.
"Uh, uhm..."
Barjet saw Jiha in the mirror, and a few seconds later realized what she'd been doing. She quickly tried to lower her hands, but—
"Come here."
Jiha turned Barjet toward him and pressed his lips to hers.
At the same time, his hands once again seized the very breasts the woman had just been squeezing and kneading on her own.
Making clear he would make her feel far better.