Chapter 19
Chapter 19
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 19
Chapter Title: New Friend and Healing Panties
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I asked her, who was dangling a scrap of string in front of my eyes and shaking it.
"Does that thing even function as panties?"
"It barely functions as underwear at all."
The idea that underwear didn't function as underwear only deepened my curiosity.
"Then why wear it?"
"The biggest reason is that you can't see panty lines. That's one of the main appeals."
"Ah... I see. I've never tried one, so this is news to me."
Unlike earlier when she'd declared she wanted to play dress-up with me like I was a doll and radiated total psycho vibes, she now switched to full expert mode and explained in detail.
"A lot of people shy away because they have this preconception that it's just slutty underwear. But T-panties prioritize fashion over actual underwear functionality."
Watching her go on a full monologue about underwear, she suddenly seemed like a whole different person.
"Especially when you're wearing pants, you have to wear them. People with cute butts like you? Even more so."
"Uh... can you see my butt?"
"Of course!! Look at that plump, tempting ass doing its job perfectly even while you're rocking oversized training pants rolled up for that baggy street slouch vibe—pants pulled low to emphasize the slouch fashion, exposing just enough, clamped in place, oozing no-panty sex appeal!!!"
Just when I was thinking her pro demeanor made her seem so cool and pretty, she slams into a hard drift without even signaling.
This was my first time dealing with a girl this unhinged—her mouth spewed one wild sex joke after another, making the no-life old dudes who grind out pervy comments nonstop seem like angels by comparison.
"No... screw 'tempting,' this isn't some sex-slouch fashion—it's just the pants are too big and slipped down."
As I cursed and hiked my pants back up, she started laughing so hard she could barely breathe.
"Puhaha!!... Ahaha... Kek..."
Seeing her gasping and choking like she was dying made a sigh escape me automatically.
"Jeez..."
"S-Sorry... kek... hahaha..."
"Either laugh or cry. Pick one."
"No, I wasn't crying... ahaha..."
She forced back the laughter only for it to explode again in weird sounds.
She laughed so hard tears welled up in the corners of her eyes.
"Whew─... I haven't had much to laugh about lately, so it's been ages since I laughed this hard and felt this good."
"···."
"Pfft─ You seemed so stiff, so I was just joking around, but then you start giving off this sweet peachy dessert vibe, all cute, wearing toy sunglasses while cursing me out—it was just too adorable, and I lost it."
"Damn... signal before you crash into me."
She still hadn't shaken off the aftershocks—every word came laced with giggles.
"Pfft─ Customer! Won't you be friends with me?"
"Huh...?"
Her sudden, out-of-left-field friend-making attempt made my head spin.
"I really want to be friends with you!"
Is this how popular people make friends?
"Do trendy people make friends like this nowadays...?"
Hearing me, she let out another weird laugh before answering.
"Nah, it's just that I really like you. You're the cutest customer I've ever had, so I mustered up some courage."
Her words about mustering courage.
I knew all too well how heavy that word was—I'd never once summoned it myself—and suddenly she seemed to sparkle.
I'd thought she was just pretty on the outside, but she was cool too.
To some, courage might be nothing much.
But to me, it was too heavy—something I'd been too scared to even pick up, afraid it would shatter me.
That's why her simple words made her shine so brightly.
"By any chance, is your name Shine?"
"Ahaha─ What brought that on?"
She shot back with her signature weird laugh.
"Yeah... you just look pretty."
"I do have the looks, huh! Hehe."
She pretended to puff up playfully, volleying back my compliment.
"What's your name?"
"I'm Hong Da-rin."
"How old are you?"
"Oh! Are you hitting on me? I've got high standards, you know."
Her playful tease brought a smile to my face, and I fired back in kind.
"Someone like me? I'd snag anyone."
"Ahaha. True, though I can't see your face with those weird glasses and mask. I'm 27."
As she mentioned her age, I remembered how she wasn't wearing a name tag like the other staff downstairs and asked.
"You're the owner here, right?"
"I don't think I mentioned it—how'd you know?"
"You weren't wearing a name tag like the staff on the first floor."
"Sharp eyes. Yeah, I own Linda clothing store."
"Linda... isn't that just your name backward?"
She grinned without a word—nailed it.
"Talk about lazy as hell..."
Even as I trashed the store name, she laughed her weird laugh—was she just super cheerful by nature?
"Ahaha. Anyway, I've spilled my story— what's your name?"
"I'm Han Ga-eul."
"Kyaa♡ Ga-eul's name is so cute!♡"
"Screw you, I haven't said my age yet."
"Puhaha! Ga-eul~ how old?"
Now she called me like we were already buddies, all casual.
Her playfulness wasn't annoying at all.
"I'm 21."
"Kyaaak! A baby!!"
"Fuck, have you seen a baby with tits this big?"
"Ahaha, a baby with a slutty body?"
Whatever it was, she just beamed prettily, delighted.
"Hey, Ga-eul, can't you talk casually with me? Like friends!"
"...We're six years apart?"
"Haha. It's fine!"
"Sigh... suits me fine. Nice to meet you properly, Da-rin."
Her eyes went adorably wide, like that wasn't what she'd expected.
"Nooo... I meant call me unnie!"
"Noona."
"Eek, my heart..."
She babbled nonsense, covering her face with her palms and fake-crying.
"Ah... fuck. Wha... whaaa... snif... snif..."
Even as I mumbled it half-assed and dragged it out, she bounced around like a happy puppy.
"Kyaa!!! Yes! I'm Ga-eul's unnie!♡"
"Yeah, yeah, now help me finish shopping. I came for clothes, not this chaos."
"Awesome!! Trust only this unnie! But first, gimme your number, Ga-eul!"
I took the phone she held out. The case was plastered with round, chubby cat character stickers that looked super cute, like it'd gained weight.
Something felt bumpy on the back, so I turned it over—yep, a fat chubby cat character grip tok attached.
"Un... unnie likes fat cats?"
"Nooo!! Not fat—fluffy fur! Nyang-jin!"
I twirled the phone around, inspecting it—fluffy fat cats covered every inch without gaps.
I muttered under my breath.
"Hmm... looks like she found one just like herself..."
"Whaaat!?"
We bantered back and forth playfully as I punched in my number and handed it back.
She took it, then called the number—my phone buzzed with vibration.
─Vrrr
"You have it on vibrate?"
"Yeah, no one calls me, so it's always on vibrate."
"Huh? Why wouldn't anyone call you?"
To her, a social butterfly, the idea of a phone with no incoming calls must've been baffling.
"Back then... well, I used to live down south, and when I moved here, I wiped all my contacts. So you're my first one, unnie."
Her eyes went huge and round. Every time she got surprised like that, I thought it was cute.
"Really? I'm Ga-eul's first time, hehe."
"Whatever. Now pick some clothes for me."
"Got it! T-panties first!"
"I already have ten pairs of panties."
Hearing that, her T-panty thesis kicked off again.
"You must wear T-panties with pants."
"Why? Because no panty lines make Ga-eul's butt shape pop even more."
"Expose the strings above your pants for that hip-slouch look you like and amp up the sexiness!!"
"Finally, show it off to someone you like? Bullet to the heart, bang!"
"Ack! You're driving me nuts. Fine, fine! I'll buy 'em, just stop!"
She'd frozen mid finger-gun pose, then finally dropped it with a big grin.
"Got it. I don't know shit, so pick the cute ones, unnie."
"Sweet!! Trust me!"
She dashed to the panty display, grabbed a bunch of T-panties super quick, shoved them at me one by one, and started explaining how the double waist strings let a bit of skin peek out for extra sexiness.
Watching her chatter away enthusiastically about something she loved, smile on her face, made my heart tingle pleasantly.
"So this T-panty? Pull your jeans low and hike the strings over your hips—perfect!"
"Feels healing..."
"Huh? What'd you say? Healing?"
"Uh... no, just that wearing what unnie picks will feel healing."
She must've caught my mutter because she asked, and I panicked into spouting nonsense.
"Right? I'm wearing some now~"
Grateful she went along with my bullshit, but it made zero sense.
Looking at the T-panties dangling from her hand—easily ten pairs.
She quickly sorted them with the lingerie set I'd picked earlier, stuffed them into a paper bag, and started rushing me.
"Ga-eul, now let's pick clothes!! I wanna dress you up! Hurry hurry!"
She grabbed my hand and dragged me to the elevator.
She hit the button for the first floor, but even in those few seconds waiting for the fifth-floor elevator, she couldn't stop chattering.
And her yapping didn't end once we got in.
"Sniff sniff─ ...Ah. Ga-eul smells so good. How does a body smell this nice? I could just eat you up."
As I opened my mouth to respond to her sniffing, a ding echoed in the elevator.
─Ding! Floor 4
"Huh? Clothes on the fourth floor?"
"Yeah! Special stuff."
"Then let's take the stairs. Why elevator?"
"I'm in heels!"
I'd just seen her sprinting around excitedly earlier, but she said it all confidently.
She hopped out first as the doors opened, then spread her arms wide toward the store like she was introducing it.
"Know why our Linda's so famous? It's because!!"
"The name says King Big Tits Hell!"