Whispers in the Fitting Room
"..."
So embarrassing... It wasn't like this before...
It's the same for me. Nero knows she's cute, so whenever she needs my permission for something, she uses this little trick like a spell. Before, I just thought it was adorable with a hint of mischief, but now that it's happening in this body...
"Hurry... tell me... what you think... nyang."
"... Just... wait a second..."
My hesitant gaze takes in everything—every curve that should be hidden and every one that isn't. For a cat, her figure is remarkably sensual. Even her toes are pretty. Following the line from her slender ankles up her calves to her thighs, the feminine shape makes me genuinely admire it. The reason she always adds a side slit to those provocative dresses she wears suddenly makes perfect sense. Her smooth, slightly plump thighs look so tempting that I want to reach out, grab them, and knead them until I'm satisfied.
Especially the soft inner flesh of those thighs, leading to the Y-zone adorned with rose-red underwear. The color isn't garish—it's a mature, elegant rose red, complete with a matching rose-petal design. I force my eyes upward from her panties and find her perfectly toned abs. Two vertical lines frame her narrow waist, running down in an 11-shape toward her hips before disappearing beneath the fabric.
When I finally manage to drag my gaze back up, I see her pretty navel and the smooth skin leading higher. Her breasts are so large they almost make me think there's no space left between us. They fill my entire view.
"... Gulp."
I swallow without realizing it, and the sound echoes far louder than it should inside the quiet fitting room.
I should check Nero's expression, but I can't look away.
"..."
Her bra matches the panties—same rose-red color with an open flower-petal design. It might seem cliché at first, but seeing it on her changes everything. I understand why so many women choose this style and why men are drawn to it. Still, underwear is just something that covers and then comes off her perfect body. It's only an accessory.
Nero's figure is far beyond average in the best way. Her breasts are pushed up so full they look ready to spill over the cups, offering soft, pale skin that seems to beg to be touched. There's another mole here... right beside the cleavage, in the most ideal spot, as if inviting a finger to press it.
My hand moves on its own.
Squish.
"Kyaa?"
"... Ah?"
When I press the mole between her breasts, a cute little yelp bursts out like a toy button.
"... Customer? Is everything all right in there?"
What on earth are those two doing in there?
The saleswoman's voice cuts through the curtain like a knife.
"..."
Nero and I both hold our breath. Cold sweat runs down my back. It wouldn't be strange if we were caught—after all, we're the only customers—but the saleswoman seems willing to let it slide. Maybe this kind of thing happens often...?
"It's fine... I just tripped a little..."
"Understood. Do you need any other assistance?"
How many times has this happened? They should really stock condoms and wet wipes in here.
"No, I'm really all right."
"Please call if you need anything."
This isn't a motel, you know. How enviable...
"... Yes."
The sound of her heels fades away. Only then can I finally breathe again. Nero handled the saleswoman while I stayed frozen, but we should probably sneak out soon. Yet... for some reason, this situation is incredibly arousing. Is it because of the soft sensation still lingering on my fingertips? Or because I still can't tear my eyes away from her chest?
"... Haa..."
Once the saleswoman is completely gone, Nero lets out a sigh just like mine. Her chest rises and falls with the deep breath, and even that movement looks vivid right now. A little higher, her collarbones stand out clearly, adding a feminine touch to her pretty shoulders. Following the line of her shoulder up to her slender, pale neck...
"... What was that all of a sudden...?"
Her face, flushed bright red with embarrassment, comes into view.
"... You're really beautiful."
"..."
My answer comes long after her first question, but it's completely sincere.
"That's... not all, right? You have more to say... sexy, or cute, or... l-love..."
"L-love...?"
"... Or that I want to buy it for you right away."
Or that you're adorable.
"..."
Right now, she really is cute, sexy, and lovable all at once.
"Of course I'm going to buy it. That's why we came."
"... Yeah."
If I said what I was really thinking, she'd probably get mad, so I play along. Instead...
"I saw you differently just now, Nero... My heart really pounded."
"..."
Her pale, delicate shoulders twitch at the compliment she's been waiting for. Her red lips press together tightly. But I can still hear her inner voice.
I'm happy... He said his heart pounded. That means he sees me as a proper woman... that he feels my charm, right?
I can't deny it. She's exactly right. When I say this, the atmosphere might turn strange, but right now I'm feeling a woman's allure from the cat I've personally picked up and raised. Some people might say it's only natural now that Nero has become such a beautiful woman, but I've always given her familial affection and treated her that way. I've never once thought of her like this before, so the sudden flip of my feelings is what makes me so flustered.
"W-wait outside for a bit."
"Huh?"
She opens the curtain and pushes me out, peeking only her face through the gap. Her cheeks are still flushed, but she forces a cute scowl to hide her shyness and says:
"I'm going to try on the next one... Once I'm dressed, come back in."
"..."
I didn't answer, but my head nodded on its own.
After that, I lost track of time watching Nero try on countless pieces of lingerie over her sensual body.
"Really... Is it okay to accept all this?"
"I'm buying them because I want to. And if we're going to keep living together, you'll need these."
"... Keep living... together..."
Afterward, we bought all the other daily necessities too. Still, the thing we bought the most of was, without a doubt, Nero's underwear. Every single piece suited her so perfectly that I couldn't choose just a few. The two largest shopping bags I'm carrying right now are filled entirely with her lingerie. The rest is just everyday clothes. If we'd tried to look at outerwear too, I wouldn't have been able to carry everything with both arms.
"..."
"Nero?"
She suddenly went quiet, and I wondered if I'd said something wrong. Before I know it, she's pressed up against my side and tugs down the collar of her shirt, flashing her cleavage.
Why so suddenly...? Not that I mind, but...
"This... I bought it there and put it on right away..."
"..."
Ah. It's the very first set we saw.
"N-Nero...! There are other people around...!"
"They're not looking, so this much is fine, right?"
She's not wrong, but if someone sees her like this in the middle of the street, I'll be the one in trouble.
"So? How is it?"
"Uh...?"
Her eyes, more seductive than any I've seen today, gaze at me invitingly. With a slightly intoxicated, narrowed smile, she doesn't look away. Her wet, crimson lips part as she whispers softly:
"The bottom... do you want to see the rest at home...?"
"..."
Her voice, which I've always found pleasant, now carries a strangely erotic tone that tickles my chest and leaves me breathless.
This is seduction. Even someone as dense as me can tell. Even without my ability to read her mind, I know this is an invitation.
"Nero... I..."
Twitch.
"...?"
"Aah?!"
Of all times...! Ugh... Why already...?
I thought I saw pointed cat ears sprout on her head, but she quickly covers them with both hands and collapses to the ground.
"Nero, your ears...?"
"Don't look...!"
"Ah, right. I'll turn around."
I was worried, but after hearing her sharp voice, I quickly turned my back. Not long after, she grabs my wrist. The cat ears that had appeared moments ago are already gone.
"... Let's go home quickly. I'm tired."
"Yeah..."
We head home a little earlier than planned, but Nero immediately shuts herself in her room. The spacious living room feels strangely empty with just me in it. Founder hasn't shown up yet either. Being alone like this suddenly makes me feel lonely. I just realized I get lonely more easily than I thought.
At that moment, my phone vibrates. I pull it out and see a new message.
"This is..."
Are you free this evening?
Who is this?