Lingerie Shopping with Niar
When I arrived at the place we'd agreed on—in front of the statue in the capital—I spotted a girl sitting demurely there, reading a comic book.
I'd found her fascinating enough yesterday, but she really did feel like a completely different person from Nia. The atmosphere was so different you could easily take her for a little sister or an older one. And with the sunlight pouring down so hard, her silver hair and its pink tips gleamed beautifully, like looking at a single, exquisitely painted work of art.
If only the comic book she was reading right now hadn't been a dirty one titled Happiness Comes from the Chest, I would have thought exactly that.
"Nia—no, wait. It's Niar, right?"
"Ah, welcome. Hmm, so this is what you look like in casual clothes, Cali-nim."
"Why have you been using formal speech since yesterday…"
"If I talk differently from usual, I thought I'd be less likely to get found out. Is it bad?"
"…No. It's really cute."
"W-what are you saying all of a sudden…"
She really does get embarrassed when you call her cute. Even when we do dirty stuff in the dorm, "cute" is the word that hits her weakest. But basically, when Nia drops the male disguise, her whole style just has this cute vibe—there's no helping that.
"So, what should we do first today? Was there anything you personally wanted to do?"
"W-well… it's not something I have to do with you, Cali-nim, but I don't have any other friends…"
"Ah, so it's something girls need to do together. That's fine. I'll hang out with you."
I already had a club full of nothing but girls, so I'd been forced to hang out with them plenty of times. And honestly, girls' hobbies were just eating sweets and stuff like that—nothing particularly special. Shopping was a bit of a hassle, but that much I could accommodate if I just went along with it.
"I want to buy clothes. Would you come with me?"
"…I can, sure. But a guy's perspective is a bit different. It might not feel like shopping with a girl."
"I know that much. But I still prefer you, Cali-nim."
Suddenly speaking formally was really hard to get used to. Still, it had the advantage of making the cute quality in Nia's voice come through even better. Once I got used to this, I should ask her to use formal speech in the dorm too. I wanted to thoroughly mess with Nia's body while she said I'm so embarrassed…
"Alright. What do you want to buy?"
"Various things. But first, underwear…"
"Underwear?"
"I managed to get something to wear for now, but for panties I'm just wearing the ones I always wear. And I don't have a bra at all for going out like this."
"So you're not wearing one right now?"
"…Yes."
I see. And on top of that, she seemed to partially catch on to why I was asking—she naturally took my left arm and clung to it, pressing it right up against her chest. Since she had inverted nipples, I couldn't feel the sensation of her nipples, but the soft feeling of her bare breasts came through just as they were—incredibly soft.
She'd been reading more and more dirty comics, and the things she did kept getting dirtier…
"Hehe…"
"You like that so much?"
"I used to sneak around alone a lot. So having someone I can go around with like this makes my heart race."
"…And that outfit—you bought that shopping alone?"
"Yes."
Wherever she'd found it, she was wearing a white one-piece dress with a heart-shaped hole cut out in the middle of the chest. It was decorated here and there with pink ribbon-like things, and since that matched her hair color, it made for a reasonably nice combination. But because she wasn't wearing a bra, her breasts were bouncing way too much.
Come to think of it, is this my first time coming along for underwear shopping?
I'd gone clothes shopping together a few times. But when it came to picking out underwear and such, I was probably too busy to join. Still, since bras themselves had spread because of me, I did come out sometimes to check how things were going.
"By the way, we need to buy something that matches that outfit. Anything that isn't a thin one that just barely supports from below is going to be tough."
"That's right. When I came before, they said there was no way other than wearing it without a bra."
Then just give up on that and wear something else. Still, the hole wasn't ridiculously large or anything, so if we looked carefully, there should be something that matched the shape and size. I never thought I'd have to seriously think about this.
"How about this?"
"Just a moment. I'll go try it on."
I recommended a half-coverage style bra that looked a bit lower-cut. But when I saw her actually wearing it, I thought it really wasn't it. With a hole like that cut out, if the bra showed it wasn't pretty—so it really depended on the bra. This one had the bra peeking out a little from below the heart.
"Too bad. Should we buy clothes first?"
"Let's look a bit more first. If it wasn't there before, maybe it'll be in the new arrivals?"
And sure enough, there was one with an even smaller coverage area than the bra just now. But it only came in sizes for smaller chests, so putting it on Nia's breasts looked like it might be a stretch. I wasn't sure if it'd be okay.
"I'll try the largest size."
And when Nia came back after struggling a bit to get the bra on, her breasts were pushed up much higher, gathered more toward the center, and the hole in the middle was clearly closed up—that stood out right away. Naturally, you couldn't really tell she was wearing a bra either.
"That looks good. Does it squeeze a lot?"
"I adjusted the straps, so that's fine, but it does feel like it's struggling a bit to hold them up."
Well, supporting those huge breasts with such a small surface area would be tough. Still, besides the bra, the clothes themselves could hold things in place to some degree, and it was a low-exposure outfit. I figured that much should be fine.
"It looks way better."
"Really?"
"Yeah. Your breasts look bigger too. They're held just right in a pretty shape. And originally, a chest hole looks better when it's closed up tight like that."
"Hehe, then I'll go around like this today."
"Wear that for now, and if we find something better, we can switch."
If we skipped something because it was iffy and then didn't find anything better, we were screwed. Now that we'd finished the part that needed solving first, from here on we could just wander around looking for whatever we felt like.
"This way!"
"…Hey, that's—!"
Shit, if I hadn't known, I would have walked right in without thinking. But I knew that place specialized in selling nothing but dirty underwear, so I instinctively tried to stop Niar. Then she brought her lips right up to my ear, said she knew, and kept pulling on my arm.
Wow, I'm going crazy.
"When you try things on here, the fitting rooms are big enough for two people to go in if you want. Did you know that?"
"How would I know that?"
I did come out sometimes to check out whatever insane underwear had come out, but since I wasn't the one trying them on, I didn't know those kinds of detailed info. How did she know that, anyway? Don't tell me she'd been here before?
"I came here while wandering around alone, and without knowing any better I tried something on. I was so shocked I ran away on the spot. But today's different!"
"What's different?"
"Now… I have someone I need to show those kinds of clothes to."
"……"
That line just now—I think it had incredible destructive power. I should use that in my next work: a heroine changing into underwear, saying she has someone to show her naked body to now. That's pretty good.
"How about this?"
"Crotchless is a bit… not bad, but you'd get hurt walking around in that."
"Hmm… yeah, you're right."
In the end, Nia was either picking panties to show me while we snuggled during break, or panties to secretly wear underneath even when she was dressed as a guy. And I thought that kind of panty was hard to use for either purpose.
"Then how about this? It has an opening, but it's covered by something else."
"Pearls…"
That one said it was covered by pearls, but it was basically just wedging pearls between the pussy lips. Similarly, the practicality in terms of protection was basically zero. Wouldn't a simple thin panty that was semi-transparent be better?
"Like this?"
"Yeah, want to try it on?"
With this, there should be at least a minimum of protection. Wearing clothes over it should be perfectly fine. And it wasn't strangely open or anything, so design-wise it also felt the prettiest.
"J-just a second…!"
"What is it?"
"No, you just stripped right away…"
"Come on, it's not like we're strangers seeing each other for the first time."
"Well, that's true, but…"
Seeing her completely naked while she was dressed up perfectly like a girl was a first, you know? Honestly, even if everything except the hair was similar, it felt like seeing a completely different girl exposed, so I was a bit embarrassed. The fact that this wasn't our private space but outside played a part too.
"Then I'll turn around to put it on."
"Y-yeah…"
Right, at least just seeing her bare butt was a bit less. Not that my dick wasn't reacting. But it was better than staring right at her pussy…
"Whoa, holy shit…"
Niar lifted one leg and slowly started pulling her panties down—and the moment the panties that had been stuck to her crotch came away, incredibly sticky transparent fluid stretched out in threads and dripped down. The thought that she'd been shopping with me in that kind of mood this whole time sent a shiver through me.
Beyond just being turned on, I even felt happy. I don't know exactly how to put it, but it felt like I was being deeply loved.
And before I knew it, Niar had changed into the new panties and turned around with a flushed face—and those panties put on quite a show too.
"H-how is it?"
"Oh…"
Because of the heart-shaped white pubic hair showing through the black underwear, at a glance it looked like just a panty with a heart design—but if you looked carefully, you'd realize it was incredibly dirty. A perfectly designed piece.