Niar (5)
"How about this one?"
"Huh? Yeah. Looks good. Right up my alley."
"Then I'll take this. I can just put it on right now, right?"
"Y-you're putting that on right now?"
Come to think of it, the clothes she was already wearing were one-piece style, so there wasn't really any risk of her panties showing. Still, knowing she had that on underneath and continuing to hang around together would be... a little distracting, wouldn't it?
But Nia just beamed, slipped the clothes right on over the panties, and paid for them on the spot.
"So now all my underwear is stuff Cali picked out for me, isn't it?"
"...Yeah. No — why do you have to put it like that."
Every single thing she did was so lewd I could barely keep my head straight.
Next up was the sexy bras, but finding something that could properly support Nia's massive chest and look filthy at the same time proved difficult. Everything failed the practicality test, so we decided to skip it for now.
Of course, she still tried on the pretty, dirty ones one by one to show me, and thanks to the particular quirk of her inverted nipples, those were quite the spectacle. Honestly, the highlight was watching Nia's nipples — which she finally couldn't hold back — properly stiffen until they were no longer inverted at all. We may not have bought anything, but that alone left me more than satisfied.
"Ehehe..."
"What are you so embarrassed about? I've been hard this whole time."
"I haven't seen Cali's naked body, though."
If we're going by that, I was hard before you even got undressed. It got worse after you stripped, sure — but I was already pitching a tent from the moment I slipped my arm between those tits of yours. And if we count you getting turned on by my hard cock, I'd say we're about even.
"Or do you want to pick out some underwear for me?"
"Hmm, the men's underwear here isn't very cute."
"Why do you even know that..."
"I've gone looking for something plain but pretty from both the men's and women's sections before."
Well, fair enough — the briefs she used to wear to the academy were closer to men's style, which wasn't exactly common for guys. We decided to hit a shop she knew about for that later, and for today we agreed to stop here.
"You sure you don't need any clothes?"
"Yes. If there'd been a decent bra earlier, I probably would have looked for something to wear over it. But there wasn't any, right?"
"Ah, I see."
So she'd been planning to buy a matching set with a bra, and since she never ended up getting an extra one, she dropped the idea. She had looked at other bras besides the sexy ones earlier, after all. I guess everything really does have a reason.
"Alright. Underwear's done — shall we move on to the next thing?"
"Ah, next is the café with the delicious desserts!"
"You've been there alone before, right?"
"Yes."
She'd even gone once with the student council, but apparently the surrounding stares made her too self-conscious to even think about ordering the limited dessert menu she actually wanted. Guys ate that stuff too, so she could have just closed her eyes and dug in... Come to think of it, she was always extremely careful about maintaining that particular image while she was crossdressing.
"They said you can even reserve limited menu items that have already passed by paying extra. I ordered everything for today."
"...Aren't we not going to be able to finish all of it?"
"I ordered it with that in mind, you know?"
And then get punished for wasting food? Still — she wanted to enjoy it with me, and it was about finally doing all the things she normally couldn't, so I figured it couldn't be helped. Well, I'd be eating alongside her anyway.
"I made the reservation under the name Ain!"
"Yes, Miss Ain. Right this way, please?"
"Ain? Not Niar?"
"Niar is a nickname only Cali is allowed to call me!"
So her actual alias was Ain, not Niar. But then why had she specifically asked me to call her Niar? I was turning that over when something peculiar about how names worked in this world suddenly came to mind.
For nobles, a single particle got inserted between the given name and the family name. That was the part.
For men, it was "de" they put in.
Women used "de" as well — except there was one exception. Women who had given birth were treated, under the doctrine of the Order of Mijia, almost like honorary clergy who had fulfilled a divine duty. So instead of "de," they used "re." That was the custom. A woman with "re" in her name was a taken woman who had already completed a pregnancy.
And the name "Niar" — from Nia's full name, Nia de Altres — felt exactly like it had been changed to "Nia re Altres" after pregnancy, then shortened.
Why was I only noticing this now?
"You... seriously..."
"Ah, you figured it out?"
And the fact that she had specifically asked me to use "Niar" as her nickname... it was like she was saying I was the one who would impregnate her. What a seductive little minx, captivating people from angles I never even thought of. I'd already gotten somewhat used to calling her "Ar" out loud — and now every time I said it, I was going to want to get her pregnant.
"Ar, you really are..."
"Is it strange? Nicknames are supposed to have meaning, aren't they?"
"That's true, but..."
Who puts please impregnate me into a nickname?
As I sat there dumbfounded, she giggled and turned her eyes to the mountain of desserts flooding toward our table. Oh — but that really was a spectacle worth turning your eyes toward.
"There really are a ton of limited menu items here."
"Don't they look incredibly delicious?"
I remembered the desserts here were always at least above average. Whatever was on that table would probably taste fine no matter what we ate. The real point was how adorably cute the designs decorating them were.
"Yeah, these definitely aren't the kind of visuals 'that student' would order."
"Right? I didn't pick this as a date course with Cali for nothing."
Yeah — even I would have felt a bit awkward ordering this much. I only knew about that macaron tower off to the side from when Orca had ordered it last time. But that was the most restrained of the lot. The rest were all insanely, ridiculously precious.
"Hmm. I thought designs like this would make it hard to balance the flavors, but that's not the case. This place really is skilled."
The reason these were limited menu items wasn't because they weren't good enough to be permanent. They were so labor-intensive that even handling one variety was a struggle, so the café rotated them by season. And if you paid extra to buy time, they'd take that into account and make them all for you.
"Hauum... Ah, so sweet. I love this feeling so much. It's a little similar to the feeling of cumming, actually."
"Don't say things like that so boldly..."
If she announced she was cumming while eating dessert, how was I supposed to respond to that? Honestly, at this point I was starting to suspect Nia was in a similar department to the girls in our club. She just suppressed it as much as possible while crossdressing — underneath, she was pretty similar to the girls I knew these days. Every time this happened I wondered if the girls I knew were a bit unusual, but then I'd see the academy girls getting fired up over dirty talk and figure it was just the current trend.
"Ah, is this one too far away? Which do you want. This side?"
"Yes!"
"Ah — open up."
"Aaahn..."
With so many desserts piled on the table, the ones closer to my side were hard for Nia to reach. I simply cut them and fed them into her mouth. Technically I could have just portioned them onto a plate or switched positions. But anyone could see from the look in her eyes that she wanted this kind of feeding play.
Come to think of it, I've used the food-feeding scene quite a lot.
It was one of my favorite setups for making readers feel the bond between two characters in everyday scenes. It wasn't a culture that was completely absent here to begin with — though I didn't think there had been a culture of girls feeding each other the way they did in the Avatar series.
What a seductive little minx.
I thought that watching her deliberately smear cream all over her mouth as she ate. Of course, what she was thinking of was probably having me wipe it off and take care of her, like in the Avatar series. But as a man, it made me want to do more than just that.
"Ar, stay right there for a second."
"Yes?"
I stood up from my seat, went around to the opposite side where Nia was, covered her cream-smeared mouth with my own and sucked it clean — then slipped my tongue right into her mouth and turned it into a kiss.
"Pwah...!"
"This is what you were aiming for, right?"
"N-no, it wasn't!"
"Hmm. Then should I stop?"
"...Please do it."
I'd said that meaning she should stop acting so seductive — but after this, was it just my imagination that she was smearing even more on as she ate? Giving in again would feel like losing, though, so at first I switched to wiping with my hand and sucking it off. And when even that didn't stop her, I started wiping it off completely normally.
"Uuu...!"
"Hey, wasn't this what you wanted?"
"Don't bully me!"
Your reactions are just too cute, so I can't help it. Even right now — if you suddenly puff out your cheeks and pretend to sulk like that, the first thought that comes to mind isn't that I should cheer you up. It's that you're so cute I want to tease you a little more. When you show me a sight that makes me smile on its own and then call it sulking, it loses its effect.
"Ah, Cali! Stay right there!"
"Huh?"
Ah — looks like I got some on me this time. I hadn't meant to; just a little bit stuck on at the end. But she didn't miss it. She dashed over in an instant, swept the cream clinging to my lips with the moist, soft sensation of her tongue, licked it clean, and grinned bashfully.