Chapter 80
Chapter 80
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 80
Chapter Title: Who Put This In Here...
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I held the clothes of unknown origin, lost in thought.
Unsure if my suspicions were correct, I first reached out and lifted them up.
Grabbing what seemed to be the shoulder area, they unfurled with a soft rustle.
"...".
The long swath of fabric draped down—it appeared to be a one-piece outfit, and quite lengthy at that.
I was somewhat familiar with dresses, but while this could be called a dress, in my memory, it went by a different name.
A Chinese dress... you know, a qipao.
I didn't know the detailed origins.
I'd just seen it in various games as special attire.
Swallowing a sigh inwardly, I carefully examined it.
There was a diamond-shaped opening at the chest. Cleavage would be fully on display, obviously.
Further down, side slits as expected. My legs would be completely exposed. Exaggerating a little, even the panties I had on now might peek through.
It might look pretty nice on someone, but the problem was that it was currently in my hands.
More importantly.
Who the hell put this in here?
Maybe it got mixed in by accident while selecting things.
There had been so many clothes brought into the changing room that it was easy to imagine a simple mistake.
But somehow... it didn't feel like an accident.
So.
There was no need for me to try it on.
No way could I show up at the infirmary in something like this, and even as both a man and a woman, it looked incredibly lewd—clearly designed to stir up lust.
Which made it certain I had no reason even to try it.
...And yet, somehow, I felt a twinge of regret.
Scratching my cheek, I cautiously glanced at the mirror on the changing room wall.
A now somewhat familiar face and body stared back. Aside from my underwear, my pure white naked form was on full display for changing.
Snow-white skin that might be described as jade-like.
Plump breasts squeezed tight by my bra.
And yet a perfectly toned waist dipping inward without an ounce of excess fat, flaring out into wide hips.
Long legs stretching down from there.
My height was a bit short, but I had everything else. Like I'd traded stature for my greed?
The reflection showed a girl staring blankly at her own body in the mirror.
It might look like the face of a narcissist getting turned on by her own image, but I didn't think that was it.
...This body was my own custom creation from the start, so wasn't it natural for me to zone out gazing at it in the mirror?
Especially since my awareness that this—at least to me—perfect body was truly mine was still so faint.
When I raised my hand, the girl in the mirror did the same, but even so, the sense of it being me still felt lacking.
My love for yuri had started from loving beautiful girls in the first place, so me swallowing hard while staring at "myself"... well, it was unavoidable.
If you asked why my mouth felt so dry.
...I'd tell you I was just rationalizing trying on this qipao thing one time.
If I wore it here inside and no one else saw, it should be fine, right?
With that thought, I absentmindedly slipped it on.
My body shivered slightly at the soft, cool fabric.
It wasn't hard to put on. I'd tried on so many outfits before this one.
There was a slight tightness around my chest, but the diamond opening kept it from feeling suffocating.
Tap, tap.
I straightened the hem and looked in the mirror.
"...".
My face came into view first, right at eye level.
You might wonder what my face had to do with the clothes, but my slightly weary expression now glowed with a flushed vitality.
It was pretty even to my eyes. Staring made my cheeks burn even redder, which felt oddly thrilling.
I hurriedly looked down at my body... hmm.
There was that tempting cleavage practically begging for a finger. Convinced no one was watching, I slipped one in—it was incredibly soft and plush.
For someone like me who'd fallen for yuri because I loved beautiful girls too much, this was an irresistible temptation.
...Maybe it was just the rebound from holding back all the time to avoid getting too close with others.
Even I had to admit... it felt a little off.
I withdrew my finger and continued looking down.
The fabric clung tightly to my body, my navel nearly visible through it. Lower still, the silhouette of my black panties and my long legs came into view.
"...Wow."
A quiet murmur of admiration escaped me as my gaze settled on the black panties. Why was I even wearing these? Oh, right...
Philia's panties.
I realized it while staring at that provocative line.
These were the ones I'd hastily thrown on last night.
The ones I hadn't returned after falling asleep in Philia's room.
Anyway.
With the panty line visible through the fabric, it was hard to tell if this was outerwear or underwear.
Seeing how it draped over my hips only made that confusion stronger.
Still...
...it was really pretty.
My bare legs felt a little chilly from being exposed, but my body was heating up from the shame of wearing something like this myself, so it was fine.
That's when it happened.
"Teacher?"
A voice called from outside.
Startled, I bumped into the wall. A worried voice followed, along with approaching footsteps.
Worried she might come in, I hurriedly moved.
I grabbed the screen and peeked my face out, opening my mouth in a panic. Naturally, I pulled my body way back too.
"Ah, i-it's f-fine. No need to worry. I just s-slipped while changing..."
A clumsy excuse tumbled out, like it had been patched together from scraps.
Even I thought it was pathetic—my face burned with embarrassment.
But something felt off.
I carefully scanned my companions' faces.
Leona was awkwardly scratching her cheek, while Michelle and Charlotte's gazes... for some reason, weren't on my face. They lingered a bit lower.
I tilted my head and glanced down—my body, which I'd thought was hidden by the screen, was fully exposed.
Since I'd pulled back so far, only my chest was visible, but through the diamond-shaped hole, my soft cleavage was blatantly on display.
Complete with beads of sweat, which made it... well, hard for me to say aloud, but.
...incredibly erotic.
Realizing that, I hurriedly ducked back behind the screen and called out.
"Th-this isn't something I'm buying! I was just cu-curiosity... Ah, anyway, who the heck put this here!?"
My frantic words morphed into feigned outrage.
I'd gotten heated from scrambling for excuses.
I couldn't say exactly why, but that's how it went.
Hoo... hoo. As I caught my breath, my companions' voices rang out.
"N-no need to be embarrassed, Teacher! You look... really pretty!"
"I agree. Teacher."
"Doesn't seem like anything to freak out over..."
Charlotte, then Michelle, followed by Leona's calm tone.
Their voices carried pure, genuine praise, leaving me with a strange feeling.
I'd gotten compliments, but accepting them felt like... losing somehow.
It didn't feel bad, but...
Anyway.
Hearing that sincere praise inevitably calmed my mind.
It felt like they weren't viewing me sexually right now.
Well, it wasn't like they were watching me change—it was just me showing off what I had on. Getting aroused by that? That'd make you less than human. A b-beast.
'...'
For some reason, self-loathing welled up.
I cautiously drew back the screen and slowly stepped out.
I tried to walk out confidently, but their gazes made embarrassment crash over me.
I covered the diamond opening at my chest and the side slits—then a chuckle sounded.
Turning toward the laugh, I saw Leona smirking.
Her expression, like she found it ridiculous, sparked my defiance. I dropped my hands.
...How did things end up like this? I sighed and turned my body.
That instant.
"Eut!?"
"Hut...!?"
Ominous noises came from behind.
Michelle and Charlotte's voices.
...These beastly girls.
I dashed back into the changing room and peeked out from behind the screen. Michelle was arched backward, and Charlotte was pressing down on her lower body with both hands.
Just in case, I glanced at Leona—she was blinking in surprise at their sudden change, but otherwise fine.
At least that was a relief.
Leona met my eyes and asked in a puzzled tone.
"Why are those two suddenly...?"
Then she seemed to realize something, her face turning horrified.
"...First time seeing it directly, huh."
To her reluctant expression, I first asked her to handle checkout for all the clothes we'd picked.
"Are you buying the one you're wearing too?"
"...Just include it for now."
"Got it."
No time to change.
If I left those two like this, lust would consume them, and they'd pounce on some nearby woman for something horrific.
At least Leona was fine—small mercies.
Since it reacted to lust...
Leona clearly wasn't feeling any toward me.
...Definitely a good thing. Reliable, even.
But somehow, it rubbed me the wrong way.
Shocked at my own foolish thought, I shook my head and hurriedly layered my previous clothes over the qipao.
My mind was racing.
The things I'd learned while out with Irene were swirling chaotically in my head.
I'd grabbed their hands and dragged them out in a hurry, but had no idea where to go.
Strange stares at the two groaning beside me made me shrink inward.
Soon, Leona finished checkout and approached with an armful of bags.
"What now?"
Her calm voice soothed my turbulent heart.
She was so reliable that I even felt guilty for finding her gaze uncomfortable earlier.
"L-Leona? Sorry, but... could you find us a quiet spot nearby?"
She pondered my question for a moment, then replied with a soft sigh.
"I know a decent place. Follow me."
"...Thanks."
My heart twinged sharply.
I pulled along their feverishly hot hands and followed behind Leona.