Shopping Bliss with Mikoto
The song of a male idol drifting from the department store speakers was so old that even I, who had zero interest in that scene, recognized it instantly. Young, handsome men—barring a rare few—had no need to grind through grueling training or endless effort to become singers. They never lacked for money, and even those rare cases craving wealth or material excess had far easier paths to riches. Still, they couldn't just play overflowing tracks from female artists all day, so inevitably, old songs got dusted off. They'd dig up forgotten tracks from the tail end of albums released a decade ago, or have women pitch their voices low and hide their faces to pass as men. But the safest, most common choice was simply replaying the hits that had once ruled the charts.
"Anything you wanna eat?"
"N-No! Mikoto's fine!"
Mikoto was plastered right against my side. I gave her head a light stroke, and she shivered with delight.
"Yukiko's got the whole meal plan covered, so if I mess with it, she might scold me..."
"Can't be helped, then. But aren't you getting hungry? Wanna grab something light?"
Mikoto wrapped her arms around me from behind in a tight hug.
"Mikoto wants whatever Owner gives her!"
She beamed at me, her smile radiant. Yukiko wasn't one for easy smiles, so Mikoto's brightness felt all the more special.
"Still, no favorite snacks? Cake's good, tteokbokki's good."
"Yup! None!"
Mikoto answered with a laugh. Seeing her grin like the sun made me want to toss out one more pointless question.
"What about snacks you used to like?"
Mikoto had a small face, and her mouth was even smaller. Watching her nibble on a tiny slice of cake brought a grin to my face without trying.
"Tasty?"
"Uh, y-yeah? Yeah! Super tasty! Owner, you eat too—quick!"
Mikoto cut a piece and popped it into my mouth. I froze for a second, then swallowed it down like a baby bird taking food from its mother. We'd ordered two cakes, and I'd already finished mine, so having her keep feeding me bits from her already tiny slice wasn't exactly welcome. But her face—carefully slicing the cake, gently sliding the fork into my mouth—was so damn cute that I ended up accepting two more pieces without thinking.
The Mikoto who wasn't laughing, crying, or anxious was wholly focused on me and the cake. That simple routine—cutting with the fork, spearing it, feeding it to me—felt almost sacred.
In the clothing section, Mikoto kept stealing glances at me nonstop. She seemed to check my eyes more than the pretty outfits on the mannequins.
"Don't worry about the price. Pick whatever."
"N-No! Mikoto wants... what Owner likes best, but... Mikoto can't figure out what Owner would want..."
She fidgeted, agonizing, then bowed her head.
"S-Sorry. I'm so lazy, right?"
Being tall, if Mikoto wasn't looking up at me, I'd just be staring at her crown all the time. But she spent most of her time gazing at me, so I usually got to see that adorable face. Drop my eyes a bit more, and unless we were pretty far apart, those huge breasts blocked everything below. She never walked ahead, so no back view either. Crown, face, chest—that was all the Mikoto I could see.
But Mikoto saw all of me. She'd bury her face in my back, rub against my legs, hug me tight. Everything but my crown was hers to ogle. I wondered how my shoes looked to her bowed head. Just some plain sneakers I'd bought years ago.
"Oh, right—I forgot. Wasn't I supposed to pick for you?"
I played it off like I'd forgotten, but it left a bitter taste. The moment I said it, Mikoto's face lit up visibly. I wandered the store, but picking clothes for her was no easy task. I'd never put much thought into women's clothes—or even my own—so it was no surprise. Still, I didn't want to half-ass it for her. Even if I tossed something random her way, she'd treasure it, which made me want to try harder.
"How about this? Try it on?"
The best I managed was a plain black blouse. Mikoto's eyes sparkled.
"Got it! Wait just a sec, Owner!"
She dashed into the huge fitting room without a backward glance. When she emerged, it just confirmed how hopeless my fashion sense was. In that blouse, she looked a full head taller—or by her standards, a head and a half. Like a big box, the fabric meant to hug her stomach and waist was yanked forward by her chest, leaving an empty gap between her belly and the cloth. It was a bit awkward, but seeing her happy face killed any urge to point it out.
"Uh... um? D-Do I look weird? You don't like it?"
I realized why it felt familiar and cringed inwardly. This was just Yukiko's blouse in black. I'd thought this looks good without realizing I'd seen it on someone before.
"Nah. Just... I picked wrong."
I stroked her head and scanned for alternatives, but Mikoto's face went pale.
"Sorry, sorry! I'm such an idiot—my boobs are too big, so even when you pick something this pretty... wh-what do I do..."
"Big boobs aren't bad."
I'd just meant to shut that down firmly, but it came out sounding angry. We both clammed up, the air turning awkward. Thankfully, Mikoto broke the silence.
"Heh, hehe... Phew, good. Ah! I got an idea!"
She pulled a black strap from her little bag and wrapped it tight just under her chest.
"How's this, Owner? Good, right?"
"Uh... yeah. Way too good, actually..."
The floating blouse hugged her body perfectly now. Her breasts' size and jiggle were on full display. Like a sports tank top, her cute little navel peeked out. Topped by those massive tits that devoured the black fabric whole.
"Hehe... praised..."
Of course I knew her breasts were huge. I'd hugged her a few times, and with her constantly clinging, that soft, yielding sensation gave it away. But this was the first time she'd dressed to emphasize them. No matter the outfit, they always drew the eye first, so I'd misjudged her size as "just that big."
Me zoning out made her anxious, and in her fluster, she blurted something adorable.
"Um... Owner? You mad? Wanna touch my boobs?"
"Not mad, but..."
I groped them like I was entranced. Normally, no way—but the shock of those tits left me helpless. Grabbing with both hands, my fingers sank in like into pudding.
"Eek!"
Her moan snapped me back. I yanked my hands away, but the feel lingered. Glancing around, sure enough, a few staff were staring. I flashed an awkward grin and offered Mikoto my hand.
"You could touch more..."
"Let's check other clothes. We need a bunch, right?"
Mikoto was noticeably more relaxed now. Yukiko hadn't been wrong—she was plenty cute and beautiful. I circled the women's floor, picking what seemed decent. Whatever I chose, she'd make it work. Too long? Tuck it in tight at the waist. Ambiguous fit? Cinch it with that strap like before. With her natural looks, she pulled off anything prettily. If Yukiko had shopped, I'd have seen an even more stunning Mikoto than I could dream up—but even with my clumsy picks, she shone.
We naturally headed up to the adult section, but nothing jumped out. Lewd outfits on her felt off-brand. Just a slightly low-cut top, and her petite frame made it borderline nipple-revealing from above. No need to hunt for slutty stuff. Still, her rare excitement was so endearing I just kept wandering, dragging her along.
"Wha—Mikoto's too young for that stuff? Harsh! Mikoto won't grow taller anyway, so sexy see-through like that would totally work..."
"Well, I just wanna dress you in what suits you... Mikoto?"
She'd been giggling and teasing me, but froze at the next outfit. For the first time today, she stared somewhere else for over three seconds. At the end of her gaze: a small TV. Inside, a cartoon blonde girl chanted spells, blasting villains. Her voice... was too familiar.