Those Who Say "Just You Wait"
The subway car was fairly crowded.
Not so packed that we couldn't move, but nowhere near roomy either.
There really are no men around.
I'd never ridden the male-only car before, so I had no idea what conditions were like in there. Did men cram themselves shoulder to shoulder into those cars even when it was uncomfortable, or were women simply the overwhelming majority of subway riders?
"Is something bothering you?"
"No, I'm fine."
Since I kept glancing around, Yeo-eun leaned in close to whisper. She must have thought being surrounded by so many women was making me uncomfortable.
"We still have a few more stops to go..."
"Yeah. I'm really okay."
She paused the game video she'd been watching and scanned the car along with me, as if searching for whatever it was I might be avoiding. After reassuring her once more that I was fine, I turned my attention back to my phone, and only then did she return to hers.
People are staring like crazy.
It would have been impossible not to notice the looks aimed my way. Some women were outright gawking.
I was sitting there feeling like a monkey at the zoo when—
Yeo-eun suddenly rose from her seat. She shrugged off the windbreaker she was wearing and draped it over my lap.
"Noona?"
"Ah, I was feeling a little warm. Hold onto it."
She stood right in front of me. With her big frame pressed in close, the rest of the world felt cut off entirely. Yeo-eun kept her face perfectly composed as she looked at her phone.
We still had a few stops to go, and she showed no intention of sitting back down. Just like that, she rode standing all the way to our station, while I obediently stayed hidden under her windbreaker the entire time.
"This is our stop."
"Yeah."
The moment I stood up to get off, Yeo-eun pulled me toward her, keeping me pressed so tight against her that walking was awkward.
"What's going on?"
"It was crowded in there. Just being careful."
Once we stepped off the train, she finally let me go. I used to think Yeo-eun's protectiveness was excessive. Now it didn't feel excessive at all. If I'd ridden that subway alone today without her, there might well have been a woman who tried something with me.
"There's a bookstore here too. They sell stationery."
"We don't need to stop there. I have everything already."
"Then let's head out this way."
We walked out of the station, hand in hand without a word about it. The streets were bustling with people. I'd expected a Monday afternoon to be quiet, but I was wrong—the area was close to several universities, so students were everywhere.
Yeo-eun let go of my hand and rested hers on my shoulder instead. She didn't put any weight on it—just a light, sheltering touch.
"Uncomfortable?"
"I'm fine. Want to start over there?"
With so many pedestrians around, she seemed to be trying to shield me. I smiled, told her it was okay, and we set off.
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This neighborhood was full of small clothing boutiques tucked into every alley, along with plenty of big-name fast fashion stores. Starting from the shops nearest the station, we worked our way methodically through one clothing store after another.
Shopping for Yeo-eun's clothes turned out to be no easy task.
"Too tight..."
"You're right. Noona, you need to wear foreign brands."
It was her large frame. Her unusually broad chest did its part too. Pants were especially difficult—with her wide hips, hardly anything fit right. Even when we managed to squeeze her into the waist, the inseam was too short or the cut fell apart.
"This is exactly why I only ever wear sweatpants."
"Let's go back to that first store. They had a lot of bigger sizes."
"Yeah. Let's just pick something close enough and head home."
Only an hour in, and Yeo-eun already looked quite worn out. She kept stealing glances at me, almost apologetic.
"Noona, is this exhausting for you?"
"Huh? No, it's not that... it's just, you're going through all this trouble with me and there's nothing in it for you."
"I'm fine, so let's go and try on a few more things."
It seemed her body wasn't the tired part—it was her heart. Once I soothed her calmly, her tense expression eased a little. We arrived at a big store facing the main road, where Yeo-eun gravitated toward black sweatshirts and roomy oversized tees.
That was when I started intervening more actively than I had all day.
"Want to try this one too?"
"Uh... would that even suit me?"
"Just try it on."
What I'd picked was a simple, classic button-up shirt. I grabbed a few of those, along with sweater vests to layer over them, and a couple of soft elastic-waist pants as well.
From what I'd observed, noona didn't actually have a defined style of her own. The reason she only ever picked clothes that looked like what she already had at home seemed to be a kind of lack of confidence. I'd lost count of how many times I'd caught her looking at slim women with envious eyes—specifically, women with small chests. I'd also seen her reach for something feminine before freezing and pulling her hand back.
"Things like that don't really suit me."
"Then if it doesn't suit you, we just don't get it. You don't even want to try it on?"
Arms full of the clothes I'd picked out, I looked up at her. Yeo-eun's face was a picture of inner conflict.
"I'm not forcing you. It's just that you keep picking things identical to what's already in your closet."
"Those are comfortable, and... I feel like I'd look weird in something like this..."
"Looks pretty good to me? It's not exactly a flashy style, is it?"
"Well, no, but... then I guess I'll just try it on?"
When I stared up at her, unwavering, Yeo-eun took the hangers from my hands. The boss calls this move of mine the Gaze Attack. Apparently when I look at someone dead-on while asking for something, it's hard to refuse. The Gaze Attack worked on Yeo-eun just as well.
"Then I'll hurry up and change."
"I'm coming in too."
"Huh? Into... the fitting room?"
"Yeah. It's big."
Befitting the size of the store, there were several fitting rooms. The one at the very back was open, and I slipped in right behind her.
"Start with this one and this one."
"Ah... okay."
Yeo-eun hesitated a moment, then began to change. Soon she was down to her underwear, the sports bra pressing her breasts flat against her chest.
"How is it?"
"It looks good on you? Really. What do you think?"
"I guess it's... not bad..."
"And the pants? Not uncomfortable? Try sitting down and standing up."
With the shirt on, she looked far better. I cracked the fitting room door open just enough and took a single photo that captured her full body.
"This one too. Light colors really suit you, noona."
"They do?"
White, then sky blue, then even pink—her face looked so much brighter in them. Her expression wasn't bad either.
"This one's a bit tight."
"Yeah, skip that one then. Want to look at the photos?"
We compared the pictures of her in her own picks against the ones in mine.
"See? Baggy clothes just make you look bulkier."
"I guess so..."
"The way I see it, this one and this one suit you and make you look pretty."
From my selections, I recommended three shirts and two pairs of pants. I said it exactly once, then left the choice entirely up to her.
"Then this time, should I just buy whatever you picked out, Jeongseo?"
She came back positive. Thankfully, she seemed to like them herself.
"Oh? Noona, hold on."
"Hm? What is it?"
She'd tried on everything we'd gathered and was changing back into the clothes she'd come in wearing—down to just her panties, in fact. Beneath the snug fabric, the shape of her pussy was clearly defined, and I spotted a small damp spot right in the middle of that crease.
"Why is it like this?"
"Eep?"
I brushed my finger lightly over the crease at the center of her panties. It was wet. Yeo-eun stared at me, flustered.
"Noona, what on earth were you thinking about in here?"
"Nothing. I wasn't thinking anything."
Maybe it was because I'd followed her into the fitting room. I had a fairly good idea why, but I played dumb and pressed on.
"Then what's this from? Did you pee?"
"No! N-no, I didn't."
She raised her voice, then startled herself and dropped it back down to a whisper.
"Really? Then what about..."
Yeo-eun just kept insisting it was nothing. Quick as a flash, I reached up and hiked her bra over her breasts, and the huge mounds came spilling out with a bounce.
"Pfft... then what's wrong with these?"
Yeo-eun's nipples were standing stiff and hard. I tickled one lightly with a fingertip as I teased her.
"Hnngh... you. You're doing this on purpose, aren't you?"
"Hm? On purpose, what?"
When I looked up at her with a grin, her face went red. But red as it was, she made no move to stop my hand.
"Noona, lean down here."
"Why..."
"Hurry."
I pinched the nipple I'd been teasing and pulled it toward me. She had no choice but to bend at the waist. With my free hand stroking over the crease of her panties, I whispered into her ear.
"You like it, don't you—your little brother touching you in a public place like this?"
"..."
"I thought you were just a scrub, but turns out our noona isn't any ordinary scrub—she's a perverted scrub, huh?"
As I teased her, I pressed harder with the fingers working over her pussy through the fabric. My middle finger slid just barely into the gap of the crease, and at the same time I blew a soft breath into her ear.
"Hnn...♡"
Yeo-eun shuddered. A sweet moan slipped from her lips.
"Felt good, didn't it?"
"Uhm... yeah? Jeongseo, I, um... just a little more..."
"No. A little more of what? We need to get going."
She shot me a reproachful glare. Apparently it pained her a great deal that I teased her only to pull my hand away. But there was nothing more I could do here—people were coming and going from the other fitting rooms even now.
"You... you're really mean. You shouldn't do this to a woman."
Yeo-eun got dressed with visible reluctance. I brushed off her deeply pouting expression without a second thought—my plan was to take care of her properly once we got home.
"We're paying and heading straight home, right?"
As we lined up at the register, noona asked with an impatient look on her face. Going straight home would've been fine, but I wanted to tease her a little longer.
"We're out anyway—let's hang around a bit. I'd like to grab dinner outside too before we go in."
Yeo-eun couldn't quite bring herself to say anything, her displeasure showing only on her face. She'd feel too guilty to insist on going straight home just because her business was finished, after all. I was the one who cooked every day.
"Fine... then is there anything you want to eat?"
"I'll figure that out as we walk around. Oh, wait—one last thing. Let's try on that outfit over there, just once."
Just as our turn at the register was nearly up, my eye caught a display outfit. I grabbed her hand and pulled her out of the checkout line.
"Hey, that's a bit... that one's really not happening."
"Why? What's wrong with it? It's pretty."
"The dress is pretty, sure. It just won't suit me, that's all."
"How would you know without even trying it on? Looks like it'd suit you perfectly to me."
I squared off in front of the mannequin and went back and forth with her. The outfit it wore was a yellow dress with a deep, plunging neckline—perfect for spring, and a style that didn't exist anywhere in noona's closet.
"If I wear something like that, people will call me all kinds of names."
"Can't you at least try it? It looks pretty to me."
"No—this one's genuinely not happening."
She refused flat-out. I was starting to think I'd have to give up—until my gaze drifted down to the skirt of the dress.
"Noona~ just once. I'm asking you. Pretty please?"
"No, stop looking at me like that—nnh."
"You know what that is, right? It's a skirt. It hides your figure really well too, and... hey, lean down for a sec."
Just like before, Yeo-eun bent her head toward me.
"Noona, if you wear that, I could touch you anywhere. Anywhere at all."
"What?"
She jolted upright, eyes wide. I beckoned to her again.
"You think I'd stop at just touching? If we play our cards right... we could do even more than that."
Gulp.
She swallowed hard and stared at the dress. Yeo-eun began to waver.