The Recommended Outfit Without a Bra

Seo-ah looked down at the screen.

In the lecture hall, students whose class had just ended were getting up one by one. Chairs scraped back, and the sound of laptops snapping shut followed in a chain.

A moment later, the screen changed.

"......For real?"

She had been certain it would never actually send anything before class was over. There was only one recipient, and the photo didn't even show a face.

And yet it really had gone out.

For a long while Seo-ah couldn't tear her eyes from the screen.

There was no way to know who had received it. If the display was telling the truth, then right now a picture of her breasts was sitting on the phone of someone at this school.

Strength gathered in her fingertips.

Around her, students packed their bags and chatted about the next lecture as if the day were ordinary. She could hear them, and still she couldn't make herself move.

Only after several seconds passed did she lower the phone a little.

She couldn't just keep sitting there. Seo-ah gathered her books and slid them into her bag.

Behind her, a few students who hadn't left yet were talking in low voices.

Even the kind of talk she would normally have let wash past her kept catching in her ear.

"Hey, what is this."

"What?"

"Look at this for a second."

A small laugh followed.

"What the— it's a picture of tits."

Seo-ah's hand froze halfway through packing her book.

"Are you a perv? You get stuff like this?"

"No. I've never seen anything like it either."

"Don't lie. Some stranger just sends you a picture of their chest?"

"I don't know either. It just showed up."

The voices were coming from two or three rows back.

Seo-ah didn't turn her head.

Students were still in the hall, and as people drained toward the door the conversation kept getting buried, in snatches, under other noise.

"But who is it?"

"No idea."

"The face?"

A moment later the answer came.

"How should I know. There isn't even a face."

Seo-ah's gaze drifted slowly down to her own phone.

The transmission-complete notice was still sitting on the screen.

The photo she had seen when she first opened the mission had also been a shot of a chest with the face cut off.

It could have been a coincidence.

Right now, that was a difficult thing to believe.

Seo-ah pressed her lips together and went back to straightening the inside of her bag.

As students left the lecture hall one by one, the room grew a little quieter, and the exchange behind her carried more clearly than before.

"......Still. Those tits are fucking pretty, though."

Seo-ah's hands stopped.

"Hey, you just called me a perv."

"Ah, shut up."

A low laugh followed.

Seo-ah zipped the bag shut.

She felt sick.

At first one of them had only been teasing his friend, and in the end they were both laughing over the photo together. She hated that they were appraising a body when they didn't even know whose it was.

She couldn't turn around and call them on it, either.

Unless she announced that the person in the picture was her, she had no reason to suddenly insert herself.

Seo-ah shouldered ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠her bag and left the lecture hall.

Even walking the corridor, the words she had just heard stayed in her head.

Those tits are fucking pretty, though.

Seo-ah frowned.

Turning it over again didn't make it any easier to hear.

She shook her head once.

After walking a little farther down the hall, she took her phone out again.

The mission she had just failed was still logged there.

Scrolling up, she found the recommended outfit she hadn't checked that morning.

Back then she hadn't wanted to look at ChatPT again, so she hadn't even ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠opened the recommendation screen. She had chosen her clothes herself.

Seo-ah tapped the record.

Seo-ah's finger stopped.

"......What?"

She read the last line again.

What she had actually worn was jeans. And she had been wearing panties, the way she always did.

She thought of the mission she had just failed.

......If I'd dressed the way it said.

At least she wouldn't have had to pull her jeans down in the middle of a lecture.

It had been a skirt, and there had been no panties from the start.

Then I could have succeeded, couldn't I?

The thought arrived late, and it made her unreasonably angry.

Seo-ah stared at the screen for a while.

Then she shook her head.

No.

Even if she had seen the recommendation, there was no way she would have come to school without panties on.

Spending the whole day walking around with nothing under a skirt was strange just to imagine.

She would definitely have put panties on separately.

It was a mission I would have failed anyway.

Only after she told herself that did she feel a little easier.

Seo-ah slipped the phone into her bag.

The next morning.

Fresh from the shower, Seo-ah toweled her wet hair and checked her phone.

This time she tapped the notification at once.

Beneath it, today's recommended outfit was displayed.

Seo-ah's eyes stopped on a single line.

"......It wants me to not wear a bra?"

She read it again. It said the same thing.

A short note was attached underneath.

"Since when is going braless an outfit?"

Seo-ah stared down at the screen.

The recommended look she had checked too late yesterday came back to her.

That the outfit and that day's mission had lined up might have been a coincidence.

Even so, this time she didn't feel like changing it on a whim.

She checked the section below.

"Three people......"

Yesterday it had been one.

Seo-ah tapped Preview.

A photo appeared.

She recognized it at a glance.

It was one of the pictures she had taken alone, back when she started working out and wanted to see how much her body was changing. The front-facing shot she had chosen and sent the first time she registered her figure with ChatPT.

This time the frame ran from her face down to just below her breasts.

Her long hair, the shape of her face, her nose and lips were all still visible; only the eyes were covered by a mosaic. Beneath that, her breasts had been photographed with nothing covering them at all.

"......It had this one too?"

Looking at the photo set under the failure penalty felt different from when she had registered it.

Her eyes were hidden, but a high school classmate or someone from her club might still think of her.

Seo-ah closed the preview.

What she had to do was wear the recommended outfit and take a single photo at school.

"......I just have to take the picture, right?"

Once the verification was done, she could put the bra back on.

Seo-ah opened the closet.

She put on the recommended skin-beige panties and pulled up the beige skirt. After the cream short-sleeve knit as well, she stood in front of the mirror.

Looking only at the clothes, it was an ordinary late-spring outfit.

Without a bra, the round shape of her breasts showed more plainly than usual.

Seo-ah stepped closer to the mirror and studied the front of the knit.

From straight on, it wasn't obvious. If she looked carefully at where the fabric met her chest, though, she thought she could faintly make out where her nipples were.

When she turned sideways, the line of her breasts came through a little more clearly.

She tugged the front of the knit once, then let go.

She took two steps back.

It looked far more ordinary than it had a moment ago.

"......At this distance, it shouldn't really show."

Seo-ah folded the bra and put it in her bag.

Once she left the dormitory and headed for campus, it felt different from standing in front of the mirror.

Every time she went down a flight of stairs, the absence of a bra registered directly in the movement of her breasts.

Without thinking, Seo-ah drew her arms in close to her body, then lowered them again.

Walking around obviously covering herself would only look stranger.

A male student coming the other way glanced at her for a moment.

He might only have been looking at her face.

Even after he had passed, Seo-ah looked down once at her knit.

He wasn't looking at my chest, was he?

In the sunlight the cream knit looked brighter than it had in her room.

That was when yesterday's words came back.

Those tits are fucking pretty, though.

Seo-ah pressed her lips together.

She didn't know why that line had surfaced again.

All she had to do was take the photo at school, and it would be over.

She quickened her steps a little.

At the end of the first-floor corridor in the building where her first lecture was held, there was the full-length mirror where she had taken a verification photo before.

The space in front of it happened to be empty.

Seo-ah checked her surroundings once and raised her phone.

She framed the shot so that everything from her head to her white sneakers fit inside the mirror.

Click.

She checked the photo and submitted it at once.

"Done."

Seo-ah headed straight for the women's restroom.

She stepped into an empty stall, locked the door, and took the bra out of her bag. She lifted the knit a little, put the bra on, and straightened her clothes again.

Once her breasts were supported, the movement that had been nagging at her since morning eased.

Seo-ah came out of the stall and glanced once at the mirror over the sinks.

"This is fine."

She put the phone in her bag and headed for the lecture hall.

After class began, nothing in particular happened.

Seo-ah listened to the professor and took notes the way she always did.

When he put a new set of materials up on the screen, she underlined the important parts and jotted a short explanation beside them.

She had been listening to the lecture for a while when the phone on her desk chimed.

A trill.

Seo-ah's pen stopped.

She drew the phone toward her.

"......Again?"

Beneath the window, the remaining time began to drop at once.

4:57.

4:56.

The clothes she had put on that morning were unchanged.

The problem was the bra.

Seo-ah glanced once down at the knit.

Wait.

The verification was only a photo.

From outside the knit, it was almost impossible to tell whether she was wearing a bra.

If I just take it, they won't know, right?

She checked the failure penalty.

She tapped Preview.

It was the same photo she had seen that morning.

Only one thing was different.

The mosaic that had been covering her eyes was gone.

Seo-ah's face was there, exactly as it was.

"......"

This time, whoever received the photo would have no reason not to recognize her.

Seo-ah checked the time.

4:31.

She stood up.

The professor kept explaining, eyes on the front of the room. Seo-ah ducked low and slipped out along the aisle.

She eased the lecture-hall door open, stepped outside, and closed it slowly with her hand still on the handle.

She went straight down to the first floor.

3:52.

The space in front of the full-length mirror was empty.

Seo-ah stood in the same spot as that morning.

Her reflection didn't look much different.

She had put the bra back on, but at a glance there wasn't a great difference from the morning.

"......It should work."

Click.

She submitted the photo.

3:36.

A loading indicator spun for a moment.

"What?"

Seo-ah pulled the screen closer.

She looked down at her own chest.

"How does it even know......"

The screen offered no further explanation.

3:17.

A moment later, a new notice appeared.

Seo-ah read the screen again.

"Here?"

She looked up. The full-length mirror was right in front of her.

It was the first-floor corridor of a campus building.

Seo-ah glanced toward the women's restroom.

She had to get the bra off first.

The shooting location was fixed as the full-length mirror where she had verified that morning.

She checked the time she had left and headed straight for the restroom.

2:51.

When she opened the door, all three stalls were occupied.

"Ah......"

The first, the second, and the last were all showing red.

2:32.

The space in front of the sinks was empty, but it was the first thing anyone would see the moment the door opened. She had no idea who might walk in while she was lifting her top to take the bra off.

Seo-ah waited in front of the stalls.

2:14.

1:59.

From the stall at the far end came a small sound, as if someone were fiddling with a phone.

I should have just taken it properly from the start.

She had wasted time trying to cheat it once.

1:42.

That was when she heard a flush from the middle stall.

The moment a student came out, Seo-ah stepped into the empty stall and locked the door.

1:30.

She pulled up the hem of the knit and undid the bra hook.

She yanked too fast, and one strap caught on her arm.

Seo-ah worked her arm free again, took the bra off, and stuffed it into her bag.

1:11.

After checking the time, she pulled the knit back down.

Now she had to get back to the full-length mirror where she had taken the photo that morning.

Seo-ah came straight out of the stall and left the restroom.

0:57.

Two students were standing in front of the full-length mirror at the end of the corridor.

Seo-ah slowed.

0:47.

A little way off, she pretended to look at her phone.

The two of them kept talking while they looked in the mirror.

0:38.

0:30.

Seo-ah checked the time.

Hurry......

Only then did one of them hitch her bag higher on her shoulder.

"Let's go."

The pair walked off toward the other end of the corridor.

Seo-ah went straight to the full-length mirror.

0:22.

It was the same spot where she had taken the photo that morning.

Phone in hand, she checked her surroundings.

Far down the corridor, a student was walking this way.

There was still some distance.

0:16.

Seo-ah's hand dropped to the hem of the knit.

She paused.

This was not the same as undressing alone inside a restroom stall.

It was a school corridor where other students had been standing only moments ago.

0:12.

Seo-ah bit her lip and hauled the knit up past her breasts in one quick motion.

In the mirror, her uncovered breasts were laid bare. The areolae and nipples that had been hidden under the knit came into the frame all at once.

Click.

0:08.

Seo-ah yanked the knit back down at once.

There was no time to check the photo.

She hit submit.

0:05.

The loading indicator spun.

0:03.

"Hah......"

Seo-ah let out a long breath.

In the mirror she was reflected again with the knit pulled back down.

The student who had been walking from the far end of the corridor was suddenly much closer. Seo-ah lowered her phone as if nothing had happened and waited for them to pass.

A few seconds later, the student went by ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠at her side.

Only then did she realize how fast her heart was beating. She wanted to blame it on having moved in a ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠rush, but even as she steadied her breathing the pounding refused to settle. It was the same full-length mirror other students had been standing in front of only moments ago. If she had been a little slower pulling her clothes down, the person who had just walked past might have seen her exactly like that.

Without thinking, Seo-ah pressed a hand once over her chest through the knit, then let it fall.

......They didn't see, right?

The student who had passed didn't look back.

Even so, those few seconds when she had hauled the knit up stayed in her head with unnatural clarity.

Seo-ah refused to think about it any longer and opened her bag.

Inside was the bra she had taken off and stuffed in a little while ago.

All she had to do was go back to the restroom and put it on.

She reached for the bra, then stopped.

What if another one comes?

After a brief hesitation, Seo-ah closed the bag as it was.

"......I'll just stay like this today."

Seo-ah went back to the lecture hall.

She did not take the bra out again.