Chapter 18
Chapter 18
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 18
Chapter Title: 5th Floor Lingerie Store
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Seeing how she'd elevated even my clothespin into a fashion statement left me a little touched. Recalling her question about what I was looking for, I continued.
"Oh, underwear. Could you help me find some underwear?"
"Our store's lingerie section is on the fifth floor. Just take that elevator over there."
She pointed toward the elevator with her hand, met my eyes briefly as if to say follow me, and started walking ahead.
I scurried after her, and we got into the elevator together. She pressed the button for the fifth floor.
Suddenly, she turned to me and started sniffing.
"I was wondering where that fragrance was coming from—it was you all along. Perfume always has that sharp alcoholic bite, no matter how subtle, but this is so fresh and soft, like juicy peaches. What perfume is it?"
"Uh... I think it's just my natural scent? I don't even own any perfume."
She widened her eyes at that and took a step closer to me.
The elevator was cramped enough already, and now she was right in my face.
Watching her close the distance without a hint of hesitation, I couldn't help thinking this was how women interacted—girl to girl. If a guy got this close to another guy, it'd be curses flying or punches thrown.
As I had that silly thought, she leaned in like a curious puppy, sniffing me, and her already wide eyes grew even bigger in surprise.
Seeing that, I realized she was surprisingly cute, despite her cool exterior.
"This comes from your body? Like an edible perfume or something?"
"No, I've always smelled like this."
She seemed about to say more, but just then, the elevator dinged for the fifth floor.
The doors slid open, revealing a vast store filled with colorful lingerie in every shade of nude and beyond.
"Whoa..."
She caught me staring blankly and smiled brightly.
"Looking for any particular style?"
"No, I'm not really familiar with this stuff. Just looking for panties and bras."
Her eyes went wide at my answer, and then she burst out laughing.
She laughed so hard she must have realized it was rude, because she forced herself to stop and apologized.
"Pfft haha... Ack... Sorry about that. Older folks from the countryside usually talk like that, so when it came out of someone as pretty as you, I couldn't help it. Let me apologize again."
Maybe because I was still flustered from earlier, my old countryside dialect had slipped out without me noticing.
"No, it's fine. Could you show me some panties... I mean panties and bras?"
She wiped a tear from her eye, still giggling, and nodded.
"Sure, I'd be happy to help. What's your bust size?"
"Hmm... No idea."
She glanced at my chest, which was straining against the thick winter hoodie like it was about to burst free, and gave me a look like she couldn't believe it.
"Pardon...?"
"It just got bigger all of a sudden. That's why I'm here to buy new ones."
She nodded in understanding at my lame excuse.
"It happens sometimes—bras suddenly don't fit anymore. Hang on a sec."
She went to the staff table, grabbed a measuring tape, and came back.
"Could you raise your arms for me?"
I lifted my arms, and she slipped her hands through like she was hugging me, wrapping the tape around once and pulling it forward.
"Hmm... Miss? Your clothes are too thick and baggy. I can't get an accurate measurement—the fabric's bunching up."
It was a winter hoodie I'd bought for work, super thick with fleece lining inside.
"Oh, it's an oversized men's one. So what do I do?"
"No layered tee underneath?"
"Nope... Just naked underneath."
"Bras aren't like other clothes where you can just size up one notch. They measure upper bust and underbust separately, so guessing by going up sizes is tricky. And it takes forever."
She pondered for a moment, then went back to the table and pulled a plain white T-shirt from a lower shelf, handing it to me.
"Why don't you try this on in the fitting room?"
"Sure. I'll change quick."
I ducked into the fitting room, yanked off the hoodie, and slipped on the white tee. Glancing at the full-length mirror, my chest was practically ripping the shirt, pink nipples visible through the fabric, and the hem had ridden up to expose my pale belly.
"Damn... The hoodie was so baggy I didn't notice, but this lets in a ton of air."
I poked my head out through the curtain.
"Okay, I'm changed, but it's a white tee with no bra underneath, so it's kinda embarrassing to come out."
She came over with the measuring tape in hand.
"I'll come in and measure you."
"Sure. But the white tee's a bit see-through."
"My bad—I should've given you a colored one."
She stepped inside, smiled at me, and gestured for me to raise my arms, waving her own like a cheerleader.
She had short black hair and a sleek office look that gave off cool cat vibes, but her energy was pure puppy—friendly and eager.
I raised my arms, and she slid the tape through, measuring twice before exclaiming in amazement.
"Wow... Miss, usually with big breasts, there's sag, and side boob spilling from the underarms, but you have none of that? It's so smooth."
"Uh... Really?"
"Yeah, you look like you stepped out of a comic or game. How can your chest be this big and perfect? I've run women's clothing here for years, and I've never seen anyone like you."
She was gushing like a kid at the zoo, excited over my chest.
"That's... a good thing, right?"
"Of course!! Bras are meant to lift sagging weight and gather side boob for a nice line under clothes, but you don't need any of that—you could skip them entirely!"
One word from me, and she fired back ten. Hard to imagine anyone complaining about a body like this.
"Hang on a sec."
She left the fitting room and returned with a black bra.
"Want to try this on?"
"Yeah, thanks. I'll give it a go."
"Normally, you lean forward to gather side boob when putting it on, but since you don't have any... just slip it on."
The bra she handed me was strapless, an unusual design without shoulder straps.
"Don't these usually have straps for the shoulders?"
"Your chest is huge but no sag, no side spill, totally smooth. That's why it's strapless—just wrap it around."
I fumbled trying to hook it behind my back, gave up, twisted to the side to fasten it, then swung it back around.
"Okay, it's on. Can you take a look?"
She pushed the curtain aside, looked me over, and let out a gasp.
"Wow... Miss, what a figure... I've never seen breasts this gorgeous. Like a figure? You know, those dolls?"
"Ah... haha, thanks."
Undeterred by my awkward laugh, she kept going.
"I was right—it suits you perfectly!"
"No shoulder straps means clothes drape better. Off-shoulder tops would look great too."
"I thought white would match your light hair, but your pale skin makes black work just as well."
Her words came flooding out, leaving my head spinning.
Desperate to cut her off before it went on forever, I asked a question.
"Um... Aren't bras usually bigger than this?"
"Why hide such pretty breasts? I grabbed a 1/2 cup on purpose."
Looking in the mirror, the bra covered only the lower half, leaving the upper swells and cleavage fully exposed.
From what she said, 1/2 referred to the cup coverage.
'This is basically just pasties or a bikini top.'
She kept talking anyway.
"Your band is 65, H cup—keep that in mind."
"Thanks. Any chance I can get the matching panties as a set?"
"Absolutely! What color?"
"Uh... Whatever you recommend. About ten sets?"
She measured my hips quickly, dashed out excitedly, and returned with nine pairs in three colors: black, white, and soft pink, three each.
She'd been gone just a moment, but she'd picked varied designs too.
"I don't usually recommend pink for younger customers, but with your hair, soft pink will look amazing."
I held up a pink bra to my chest—my cascading hair complemented it perfectly.
"You mentioned buying clothes too, right?"
"Yeah, I will."
At my answer, she started bouncing in place.
"Eee! I'm so excited! Dressing you up is gonna be the best. Haah... haah..."
"H-Hey, calm down."
Her thrilled bouncing and heavy breathing made me wish she'd just act her age.
"How can I calm down in this situation?! Sparkling pink hair like from a dream, huge breasts, flawless pale skin, killer figure... Hoo... whoo..."
She wasn't your average crazy.
"Dressing up someone like a living doll—how could I possibly calm down?!"
"Your true feelings are showing. I get it, so please chill."
Finally, she took deep breaths and settled down, then held up an item.
"And this is a bonus for such a big purchase."
I'd heard that line before. Glancing over, she dangled it by a single string.
It was a T-Panty, embodying the aesthetic of coverage that still revealed everything.
'This place knows how to do business.'