Chapter 78
Chapter 78
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 78
Chapter Title: Anna Takes Good Photos
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"-What?"
Startled, Anna shrugged her shoulders and whipped around to look behind her.
Her wide eyes scanned around for a long moment, but of course, she couldn't find me.
"-Ah, I don't see you...?"
"We just made eye contact. Weren't you looking for me?"
"-..."
Anna turned around once more.
Just like before, she turned her head back forward with nothing to show for it.
"-Are you really here...?"
"Of course. I'm wearing a pink hoodie and white sweatpants right now, aren't I?"
As if she'd forgotten she was even on the phone from how tense she was, she just nodded without replying.
"Actually, I'm right in front of you. Take a good look."
Saying that, I slipped into the crowd and quietly approached her.
Oblivious to me drawing closer, Anna twisted her upper body this way and that, or stood on her tiptoes, searching for me where I clearly wasn't.
I approached on pins and needles, wondering if she might turn around, and lightly tapped her shoulder.
"Anna!"
"Eek!"
She jumped back like a bug had crawled into her clothes and turned around.
"I-Ian..."
Having made eye contact with me, Anna averted her gaze without a word.
From her hesitant lips, I could sense her agonizing over how to act after this sudden encounter.
My eyes naturally drifted to her outfit.
Just as she'd described over the phone, she was dressed in a pink hoodie and white sweatpants.
"First time seeing you in casual clothes? It's cute."
The hoodie draped down to her thighs.
Because it was oversized, Anna's voluptuous figure wasn't visible on the outside.
The bright, loose-fitting clothes gave off a lively vibe that felt fresh compared to her usual image.
"I don't like it when my figure shows..."
"Ah."
Well, with her volume, it was understandable she'd draw stares.
She didn't seem to think so herself, but her beautiful face only made it worse.
"What brings you here?"
It was surprising to see her—a girl with such bad stranger anxiety—alone in this crowded shopping district.
She was probably on her way to meet someone.
"I came to buy stuff with my sister, but she suddenly had work..."
Having to cancel plans with her little sister on a Saturday because of her job reminded me of my old self, and it felt regrettable.
"But why come all the way out here?"
This place was quite a bus ride from Anna's house.
I'd come here on a whim since I was already out, but Anna had no reason to come this far when there were closer shopping areas.
"I-I'd feel awkward running into kids from school."
A perfectly Anna reason.
"Then wouldn't it be awkward with me too?"
"...Still, I'm glad to see you."
She must have mustered up some courage to say it, because she dropped her head and couldn't lift it again.
I didn't feel bad about it either.
Meeting Anna in a place like this for the first time felt fresh and exciting.
Since we usually ended up physical in most situations we met, these little everyday moments felt all the more novel.
"What about you, Ian? Why are you here?"
"Just got bored in the dorms and decided to head out. Wanna hang out together since we bumped into each other?"
"Y-Yeah."
After a few more exchanges like that, the first place we headed was a nearby restaurant.
Anna had originally planned to grab lunch with Ailee during their break and run her errands.
But Ailee had something come up at the last minute.
So she'd been planning to buy just what she needed and head back alone when she ran into me.
We sat down at a Western-style place aimed at women, and when I opened the menu, it was filled with dish names I couldn't make heads or tails of.
Back in my old world, I'd been to places like this more often than most guys, but if anything, I still hadn't adjusted.
"Can I help you with your order?"
"Rose pasta, please."
I ordered one of the few things I recognized.
Once the server took my order and headed to the opposite seat, Anna stared fixedly at the menu, extremely tense.
"What can I get for you?"
"I'll have... um..."
I could've ordered for her if I wanted, but watching her fumble with a stranger was amusing, so I just observed.
"Rose pasta... too."
She's getting the same as me, huh.
That was my thought until her words continued.
"And... truffle oil pilaf, Oriental salad..."
Is she ordering stuff for us to share?
"Basil pesto pizza, bacon cream risotto... and roast cheese cutlet too, please."
"Got it—one rose pasta, truffle oil pilaf, Oriental salad, basil pesto pizza, bacon cream risotto, and roast cheese cutlet?"
It was impressive how Anna pushed through the order despite her shyness, and equally impressive how the unflappable server took it all without missing a beat.
"Yes. Oh, and a grapefruit ade..."
The server who flawlessly handled the marathon order showed off her professional back as she retreated.
A short while later, the food arrived.
Surprisingly, Anna hadn't ordered so much thinking we'd share.
The dishes piled up in front of her were purely for stuffing into her own stomach.
"Y-You can have some too, Ian."
Maybe embarrassed by the stark difference in portions, Anna said that, and I politely tasted a bit before digging into my own.
Anna silently shoveled the food into her mouth.
Without smiling about how good it was or complaining about anything being bad, she just steadily whittled down the spread on the table.
Her pace was neither rushed nor slow, maintaining her own rhythm, and it was oddly captivating in so many ways that I found myself blankly staring at her now and then without realizing.
Then our eyes met as she put pizza in her mouth, and since she looked so embarrassed, I averted my gaze.
...How does she stay in that shape eating like that?
Even as those thoughts crossed my mind, the plates were steadily emptying.
I handled the bill after we finished.
It wasn't me trying to show off as a guy—I wanted to repay her for helping with my practical exam.
Anna looked troubled and insisted it wasn't necessary, but she couldn't stop me and accepted my kindness with a promise to treat next time.
"If I'd known it'd turn out like this, I should've eaten less..."
Her muttering was so cute that I patted her head, and we headed to our next destination.
"The stuff you're buying is underwear?"
"Yeah."
We were in the lingerie section of a big department store.
"Can't you just buy it online?"
"It's more comfortable to try it on first..."
Couldn't argue with that, so I nodded.
I deliberately walked past the female staff with Anna to make it clear I wasn't alone.
Still, being a guy surrounded by women's underwear felt awkward, so I told Anna to take her time browsing and stepped outside.
Bzzz!
About fifteen minutes later, my pocket vibrated suddenly.
I pulled it out and checked— a message from Anna.
What the...? Oh man!
I hurriedly covered the screen and glanced around.
Thankfully, no one was nearby. I sneaked another peek at my phone.
It wasn't a message from Anna—it was a photo.
A selfie of her body in just a bra and panties.
"..."
The black lace lingerie hugging her plump body was insanely hot.
Her nicely swollen breasts created deep cleavage with the bra's help.
And the hips visible below were so impressively wide that it almost felt sinful not to have kids with them.
The background looked like the fitting room we'd passed earlier.
So she was trying on underwear she liked and sending pics to me.
...Doing something so tantalizing.
My dick was already raging, demanding to punish Anna right then and there.
She had a bold side when she got into the mood despite her usual timidity, but I hadn't known she had this side.
As I thought that, staring at such pics outside felt off, so I quickly pocketed my phone.
I turned to look inside the store. Anna, hooded up again, had emerged from the fitting room and was listening to the staff.
From the vibe, the staff was recommending other pieces, and Anna's shyness had her all huddled up.
It was astonishing that such a meek girl had just sent me those photos.
Guess I'd have to hold her accountable for today soon enough.
With my body, of course!
I stood there idly waiting again, and about ten minutes later, my phone buzzed once more.
Another photo from Anna—this time in just underwear again.
"..."
I swallowed hard without thinking and stared at the screen.
This one had no shoulder straps—a thin bra that only wrapped horizontally around her torso, making her breasts look precariously ready to spill forward.
And the panties were even thinner than before, barely concealing her mound in a tantalizing tease.
...This is tricky.
My middle leg stiffened, pitching a tent between my thighs.
I turned toward the wall to hide from prying eyes and sank into thought.
Why is she sending these?
Honestly, it didn't seem like just a prank from Anna.
Asking if the underwear looks good?
No words, just the pics—hard to read her intent.
Still, assuming that was it, I started typing that it was pretty when another photo arrived.
This one: Anna lifting her bra with her hand to expose her breasts in that same outfit.
...This has to be seduction, right?
I couldn't make sense of it any other way.
I glanced over at the store beyond the glass wall.
Perfect timing—no other customers, just the one staff member.
And even she was stepping out for some reason.
I checked my surroundings discreetly and approached the store door.
Thankfully, it had a note saying to call the number below if you need staff, but it wasn't locked.
I opened the door, stepped in, and softly called out to the fitting room door in the corner.
"Anna?"
"Y-Yeah? I-Ian!?"
"I'm coming in."
I just opened the fitting room door.
It was a simple setup without a lock.
Anna, eyes wide like a rabbit's, stared at me in the exact outfit from the photo.
"Wh-Why?"
I closed the door behind me and put a finger to my lips as I whispered.
"Shh. Someone might hear if you're loud."
"..."
At my words, Anna held her breath.