Chapter 20
Chapter 20
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 20
Chapter Title: The Breasts That Became King
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Behind her hand, spread wide open, I could see the spacious store lined with racks of clothes.
She kept her hand hovering in the air, her eyes sparkling at me as if to ask what I thought.
"Kyaa... King Tits Mall? I'm blown away by your foresight into my future—here's a round of applause I just can't hold back."
"Aha ha! You like it?"
To my untrained eyes, they all looked pretty much the same.
I had no idea what specifically I was supposed to like, but not wanting to disappoint her, I tossed out some playful nonsense—and she loved it.
She grinned happily at my reaction, then grabbed my hand and dragged me around, picking out clothes one by one.
"Anything over a D-cup makes your tits so huge that clothes gap and make you look bloated. That's why glamour girls end up in baggy oversized stuff or skin-tight spandex—zero middle ground, right?"
"Sounds about right. So these clothes here are different from regular ones?"
"Everything on the fourth floor is custom-tailored for bust queens past D-cup all the way to H—like Ga-eul's massive tits."
"Fuck... It's not 'Busty King Tits,' it's busty and king tits. Makes it sound like the Busty King's name is Tits."
"Pffft ha ha! If you hate Busty Queen, how about Massive Queen?"
We bantered nonsense like that while picking out clothes, and before I knew it, my arms were full.
"With Ga-eul's explosive tits and tiny waist, you have to try this one on."
We'd been at it for hours, but she showed no signs of tiring, dressing me up like a doll and picking out more.
The top she held up was a sleeveless knit that plunged so low it exposed her collarbone.
"What the hell is this...? Why's there a hole in the chest? Did they forget to finish making it? And it's so damn short."
"Ehe he! Ga-eul slips into dialect when she's flustered? Adorable♡"
Absurd as it was, I shook the shirt she'd handed me and asked—only for her to laugh and explain.
"It's a sleeveless chest-cut crop knit. I ordered just one for fun when placing the bulk buy, and it's still here unsold?"
"Holy shit... Like anyone's buying this crap. Sis, you sure you're really the owner?"
"Puh he he! Hurry and try it on, Ga-eul. Pair it with these skinny jeans and the lingerie we picked earlier."
We'd been at this for hours, her tormenting me with outfits. Thinking about how she'd whine until I gave in made my head throb.
"Fine... Just wait."
"Yup yup!"
After all that torture, changing clothes had become automatic. I stripped without a second thought and wriggled into what she'd given me.
Fully dressed, I stared at the fitting room mirror, torn between a sigh and a gasp of awe.
There stood a woman in an ivory knit top close to white, paired with skinny jeans. Soft, fluffy pastel pink hair cascaded beautifully over her prominent chest, harmonizing with the light tones.
The reflection showed shoulders and collarbone flushed rosy like ripe fruit, the short hem revealing a pale belly and navel, a nipped waist flowing into sensual, clinging skinny jeans.
I stepped out of the fitting room quietly to check the mirror there, and her eyes went wide as she waited.
"Whoa... Total vixen. Step out like that, and you'll have every guy—and probably every girl—drooling."
"Uh... Yeah? But the hole in the chest and my bare stomach feel so exposed."
Even in the store's cozy warmth, it felt empty. Looking down, my huge chest blocked the view of my belly.
"Fuckin' massive."
Pressing down on my tits to peer at my stomach, the pale skin finally came into view bit by bit.
"Gasp! Me too!! Let me touch, Ga-eul!"
"No way, are you insane? These are mine—back off!"
Watching me from the front, she suddenly got hyped when I groped myself and lunged to cop a feel.
"Please!! Just once! One time only!"
She barreled into me from behind, sneaking her hands under my armpits to knead my breasts.
"What the—...! Hnng... Ahh♡... Eek."
A weird noise slipped out before I knew it; I clapped a hand over my mouth in shock.
"Hnn... Stop groping me, you psycho."
"Wooow... Pudding? A cloud? What is this—soft and squishy and fluffy!!"
"Ugh, you're nuts!"
I slapped her hands away and escaped her grasp; she pouted, wiggling her fingers in the air regretfully.
"Ha... Pure bliss..."
"Fuck off, pay next time if you wanna grope."
"Gasp! Ga-eul, I'm loaded!! Been saving up for a day like this."
"Are you seriously deranged? Keep those hands down unless you want a smack."
"Sigh... Haven't unlocked that kink yet..."
She kept babbling crap to the end before reluctantly lowering her raised hand.
"But Ga-eul, you could pull those pants down a bit lower."
She pointed at the skinny jeans hiked up to my navel.
"Slide 'em down just below your waist."
"Why pull them down?"
"Your ankles are so slim and pretty—that's why I gave you cropped pants. It'll look great a little lower."
"Hmm... Okay?"
I tugged them down inch by inch as she said.
"There! Look at those hips. Now hike up that panty strap in that position!"
"Fuck, why the panties now?"
"T-panties are designed to ride up to your waist, but you were embarrassed and kept 'em low. Try it!"
"Women's clothes make zero sense."
"You are a woman, Ga-eul."
Grumbling, I pulled the tiny ribbon-tied panty strap up over my jeans from where it'd been tucked below my waist.
"God... This T-panty's straight-up attacking my ass."
"Pff ha! That's the point. But Ga-eul, you're seriously gorgeous. Tits, waist, ankles—nothing's not perfect. Utterly devastating."
"Sis, is wearing panties hiked up like this actually normal?"
"Totally! Who am I? Owner of Linda's Clothing— if I'm wrong, who is right?"
"W-Well, true... But why do I feel played?"
The cute ribbon felt sensual instead, thin strap against my slim pale waist oozing sex appeal.
"Walk out like that, and everyone passing by—guys, girls—will be drooling."
"I'll freeze my ass off."
"Can't go out yet, but you'll warm up soon. Let's head down one more floor first."
"Another floor?"
"This is just tees and pants."
Dragged by the hand into the elevator, one floor down I became her dress-up doll again.
"Throw on a jacket as an outer layer, roll up the cuffs to show your wrists, and it's total girlfriend look... Hmm..."
"Now what?"
"The exposed wrists are too pretty, but no bracelet or watch makes it feel empty."
"What bracelet? Clothes are enough."
"What kinda talk is that? Not decking out a slutty king-tits body like this is a crime!"
"Pfft, fuck off."
"Aha ha! Basement next—shoes and accessories down there."
In the basement, the accessorizing and shoe-fitting torment began.
"Ga-eu-u-ul, pleeease trust sis. Won't hurt a bit."
"Liar. It hurts..."
Our weird exchange echoed through the basement—anyone overhearing would get the wrong idea.
"So pretty and you say no? Sis'll pierce it pain-free. C'mon? Do this and we grab pork cutlet after?"
"Ugh... What the hell's with pork cutlet? It really won't hurt?"
"Promise. Trust sis—feels good even. Relax."
"Fuck, this convo's sus."
"Aha ha."
Once I gave the okay, she told me to hold on, washed her hands at the random sink in the accessory shop, then grabbed ice from a mini-fridge nearby.
"Ga-eul, it's cold—bear with it."
She rubbed the ice around my earlobe front and back; it melted, dripping water.
"Eek! Cold! What's this? Why ice all of a sudden?"
"DIY numbing for piercing. Hurts less this way."
After rubbing forever, she ditched the ice and swabbed my ear with alcohol cotton.
"All set. Piercing now—trust sis?"
"Fuck... Stop with the weird talk, teacher—just do it quick."
"Aha ha, got it."
She grabbed a pen, marked my earlobe carefully, then pulled out a gun-like tool from the table.
She lined the barrel up with my ear, then said go-time from her lips.
"It seriously won't hurt, right?"
"Ga-eul, melt that ear ice already."
Before I could reply, she pulled the trigger.
—Click!
"Gah! F-Fuck..."
"Nooo! Ga-eul, don't touch! Hands off or it infects!"
The fleshy puncture rang in my head with the pain; I reached up, but she snatched my hand away.
"Touch it and it festers, got it?"
"Hnn... Yeah."
She pierced the other side like a pro, then fitted flower-shaped studs with pink cubic centers in both ears.
"Urk... Putting 'em in hurts more than the pierce."
"Don't touch, no shower tonight. If it's gross, wash below the neck only. Water gets in? Dry with a hairdryer. Got it?"
"Yeah. Ears done?"
"Ears yes, but anklet for Ga-eul's ankles next! So slim and pretty—anklet material."
"Fine, sis—whatever you want."
Half-given-up, I let her drag me around piling stuff up until shopping finally ended.
We'd sent hauls to the first floor from each level since we'd grabbed so much; post-basement, the checkout counter had a mountain of bags stacked in one corner.
A few accessories and shoe pairs from downstairs went on the counter too—then cold sweat hit as it sank in how much this was.
A clerk was bagging my stuff without scanning.
"Uh... We're done shopping? Can we check out?"
The clerk froze at my request, glancing at her beside me.
"Nah, Ga-eul—this is my treat."
A cool voice came from the side; looking over, it wasn't the catty girl but a poised career woman standing tall.
"....?"
"Linda's is going brand with online sales, so prices are steep."
That wasn't why I'd looked, but she explained anyway.
"Planned to just gift it from the start."
"No thanks—I hate that stuff. Ring it all up, please."
She started to whine at my order to the clerk but clammed up with staff around.
"Ahem... Ga-eul, grabbed without checking prices—so it'll be pricey. Take it as sis's gift?"
"I'm good, really—I don't like that. Excuse me, could you check us out?"
The clerk eyed us back and forth, sided with me, and started scanning bags one by one.
—Beep, beep, beep.
The screen numbers climbed fast toward me with each scan.
Lingerie sets and T-panties rang up from ten thousand to over a hundred thousand won apiece.
—Beep... Beep...
I zoned on the beeps when she, arms crossed alone, piped up.
"Um... Ga-eul, regular sizes go to D-cup; above that's premium priced. And I only picked cute stuff, so even more."
"···."
So much volume another clerk joined, scanning from the side.
Price had blown past my 1.7 million won like pocket change.
—Beep... Beep.
Staff swarmed, scanning then repacking beside us.
Beeps finally stopped; the clerk smiled at me.
"That'll be 13.72 million won, ma'am."
"Uh... Pardon?"
She'd mindlessly piled stuff, radioing clerks down per load.
I hadn't realized it'd be this much—way past normal folk prices.
"Ga-eul, winter gear's expensive—some outers over 500k? And all-season buys, so this is cheap."
"500k...? Clothes cost that much?"
"Prices vary wildly."
Hearing ten-plus million, batshit insane, I panicked on what to do.
"Um... Refund's not—haven't bought yet, so can I go home first?"
"Unpacked and repacked everything since you said you'd pay?"
Her words made my back slick with sweat.
"...Sis, can you spot me 13 mil...?"
"Nope."
She smirked like she knew that was coming.
Never in my life had someone fussed over me like this.