It's Seo-yoon's Fault for Seducing Me
The clerk grinned from ear to ear, chattering nonstop. What was my cup size? What style of bra did I usually wear? Did I have a favorite brand?
"Are you an awakener by any chance?"
"Ah, yeah. Enhancer type."
"Oh my, I thought your figure was too perfect. Then this side would suit you better."
Under the clerk's guidance, we arrived at a spot full of bras right up my alley. Simple designs prioritizing functionality—no frills. Even after twenty years in this body, bras were something I could never quite get comfortable with. With these huge tits, I had to wear them, but anything too cute or pretty just felt... off.
"Ah, yeah. Could I maybe try one on..."
"Of course! Feel free."
Maybe sensing I wanted space, the clerk stepped back and left when another customer entered.
Finally alone, I picked up a bra hanging there.
"The price..."
I wasn't short on cash, but the prices always made my hands shake. Even the ones for awakeners weren't that different—mostly just more durable and breathable. The really expensive ones supposedly adapted to the wearer's abilities, but I still didn't get the principle. In a world with superpowers called awakenings, it was easier to just roll with it.
This one better?
The one I usually wore wasn't much different. Just more breathable and less constricting—that's why I stuck with it. Nothing special. I told people I was an enhancer, but really, I was a healer too. Other women might worry about stretched ligaments without proper support, but I didn't have to.
"Gotta try it on..."
Looking around, I spotted the fitting room. Click. Door shut, clothes off one by one. My body, overheated from the long padding coat, shivered in the cool air.
"Ugh, maybe get a front-hook one too..."
Everything else was fine, but reaching back every time was a hassle. Bad days, and I'd cramp up. But wearing sports bras daily got my friends nagging—please wear something pretty for once. Such a waste on my killer figure, they'd say. Even Mari had begged me to buy a proper bra when we decided to room together.
They all look pretty good to me.
Twirling this way and that, I still couldn't decide. As long as it fit and looked good to me, wasn't that enough?
Ask the girls?
I pulled out my phone. Muffling the sound, click.
"..."
Wow, didn't feel weird taking it, but seeing the pic? Super strange. Like I was doing something really naughty. My heart pounded for no reason.
"Black one's this for now..."
Unhooked again, slipped on the white one I'd brought. Black under a white tee shows through, draws too much attention. Not that I was trying, but big tits meant instant aggro.
White okay too? Send both and ask.
Click, uploaded to the group chat.
Beep, beep-beep.
"Thinking of buying these... what do you think...?"
Sent the message, unread count dropped—they'd seen it.
Ga-hyun was probably studying—no reply. Shame, she had the biggest chest among us, best for bra advice.
-Seo-yoon, still at the bra store?
-Bought all my stuff here, head over?
-I'll help you pick
Mari had read it too.
What? She was done already? Nice if she came, but picking together...
Should be fine?
Nothing said no couples, but it'd be awkward.
"Seo-yoon? You in there?"
"Y-yeah? Uh..."
"Coming in?"
Mari slipped through the curtain. Her shopping bags had multiplied.
"See? Looks pretty on."
"Y-yeah? They all look kinda the same pretty to me..."
"Hmm, spin for me?"
A light twirl, and Mari watched with shining eyes. Not the lusty glow from yesterday—like a hawk inspecting every detail. Good.
"H-how is it?"
"Looks good. Suits you, and extra whites are handy anyway."
"Huh? Buy two then?"
Showed her the one I'd just worn, she nodded.
"You got tons of sports bras at home. Might as well stock up on real ones."
"...What's wrong with sports bras? Super comfy."
I grumbled, swapping back to my original. Dressed, turned—Mari stood awkwardly.
"What's up? Hurt somewhere?"
"N-no..."
Fidgeting, butt back—no way.
"Hard again?"
"...! What if someone hears!"
Dragged her blushing face to the register. Long padding helped hide it. Winter blessing?
"Thank you!"
Left the grinning clerk behind, out of the lingerie shop. Too stimulating maybe—better elsewhere.
"Still?"
Her waddle screamed needs bathroom or in pain. Face flushed worse.
"F-fine... It'll go down soon... probably."
"My bra that hot?"
"...From yesterday."
She whipped away, puffing cheeks.
"You seduced me...! So, ugh, keeps popping up...!"
Quiet tantrum adorable—like a big penguin in padding hopping.
"Sorry. But it was good, right?"
"..."
"I loved it. You?"
"...Me too."
Waited; she nodded, calmed. Took the escalator to the basement food court. Dinner time, crowds building. Skipped lunch anyway, nothing home since breakfast—eat first.
"Whatcha want?"
"Dunno, something good..."
"Burger for me. Craving."
"Yeah? Me too then."
Not chain, fancier brand. Splurge since here. Sat, waited—sets arrived quick.
"Ooh, look. Shake's thick af."
"That's how in America."
Mari dunked fries deep, ate.
"Dip in shake?"
"Ew, really? No health insurance there?"
"I got it~"
Tried it—arteries screamed, but delicious.
"Whoa... tasty. But can't eat tons."
Said that, polished it off. Shopping all day—hungrier than usual.
"Whew, good eats."
"Yeah. Felt like a feast."
Rubbed our slight bellies, laughed. Yesterday, pounding me—did it poke this much? Mari eyed mine, blushed away.
"Whatcha thinking?"
"N-nothing."
"Really?"
Leaned in, chin on hand.
"Already erased yesterday, Teacher Mari?"
"..."
Sucked last cola, answered.
"...Was good, but can't keep relying on you forever..."
"You been thinking that?"
"Yeah..."
Empty cup down, fiddled with it.
"Honestly, bit anxious."
"About?"
"This morning, waking up. Scared how you'd react."
"From yesterday?"
"Yeah... And living together, bumping like that every time... might get awkward..."
Hesitant, avoiding eyes—I reached, her hot cheek warm.
"Mari, what'd I say yesterday?"
"..."
"It's fine? Even giving you my first is okay."
"Yeah..."
"I mean it. If I hated it, I'd say. You know me."
Awakened at five, realized reincarnation. Turbulent kid years. Shock of girl's body, puberty storms. Nearly derailed in school without parents and friends. Their love made me this rough, boyish Kang Seo-yoon.
"So don't overthink."
"...Really?"
"Yeah. I liked it."
Released her cheek, took her hand.
"Better with precious friend than some guy."
"Seo-yoon..."
Pure truth. Adapted to womanhood, but mind still man's. Even masturbated manly way—no need more proof. Morning dick shock, but opportunity. Tempted a bit to seize the miracle.
"Said yesterday, loved it. Honestly? Wanna do it daily."
Blush-worthy, but had to say—else she'd sulk. My embarrassment trades for her smile? Win. Who hates naughty stuff? Almost lifelong virgin or futa-fap hell—Mari saved that. Goal: lose virginity sans dude dick.
Tears welling, sniffly Mari stood resolute.
"Seo-yoon. Let's go."
"Huh? Y-yeah. Home time. Late, rush hour."
Phone check—crowds already.
Sniffled, returned tray, grabbed bags.
"Together! Why rush!"
Out department store, bus right there—boarded quick, but packed unlike midday. Stuck to Mari, barely grabbed strap.
"What, urgent?"
"...Yeah. Super."
"What? Bathroom? Shoulda gone earlier."
"No."
Shook head, tiptoes whisper.
"Wanna hurry home, do it with you. You?"
"Huh?"
Sudden? Fine, but... condoms bought. Wait, didn't go all in?
"...Don't wanna?"
Puppy eyes—I swallowed hard.
Crowded bus, pressed tight. Felt her cock nudge my belly.
"...Not that."
"Heehee."
Pecked me, sly grin. Her monster stiffened more against me.
Wait... Am I getting railed hard when we get home?
Realization—tingles built in my gut.