Dragging Him to the Lingerie Shop
So, the number one goal in upping my cup size by a full one and heading to the lingerie shop was Hanjiu. To utterly crush his inflated ego, high on that sense of conquest from last night. But that wasn't the only reason. I glanced down at the plump, jiggling masses swaying over my chest.
Even though my period was over, the swelling in my breasts hadn't gone back to normal. Usually, by the first day, the puffiness subsided and they returned to their original size. It didn't hurt, and nothing was leaking from my nipples or anything like that. If it had, I never would've let him touch them last night. Ahem. Anyway, long story short, my breasts felt stuffy. More than stuffy—they were downright uncomfortable. Better than that half-cup bra from yesterday that I'd worn just to test the feel for the design, sure. But the one I had on now was still no good. If it was just uncomfortable, I'd have dealt with it. But flesh was bulging out over the cups, ruining the shape. If I'd put on a tight top, all that double-layered skin would've been on full display. So, I figured this was the perfect chance to get properly measured, and with a deep breath, I headed to the lingerie shop.
Honestly, this was my first time with something like this, and I was a little nervous….
Passing a hip hat brand store worn at a jaunty angle, I crossed a few small alley blocks, and finally, my destination came into view. Hanjiu, walking beside me with his suitcase in tow, still had no idea where we were going. He was muttering something lame like, "Man, this area's changed a lot."
I grabbed him and pulled him toward the entrance of the lingerie shop.
"Here."
"Here?"
The moment he spotted the stylish bra-and-panty-clad mannequins through the full-glass windows, Hanjiu shook off my hand like it'd burned him.
"A-are you insane? This is an underwear store."
Seeing his utterly flustered face—something I'd never witnessed before—a surge of dark glee welled up inside me, but I played it curt.
"Yeah. Lingerie shop. I need to buy a bra."
"No way! Go by yourself! Why drag me here?"
"We've got time to kill anyway. Plus, I figured you'd get bored waiting alone, so this is me being considerate."
Oh man, so cute! The guy who'd shrugged off every poke and prod was flailing like this—what a treat. Was I about to discover a new kink?
"What's there to be embarrassed about? You've seen me change clothes plenty of times. And you unhook mine better than I do!"
I even reached behind my back and mimed unhooking my bra. Hanjiu looked ready to explode.
"Ugh, whatever. Go buy it yourself and come out! I'll wait."
"Don't be a pain. Let's just go in. You wanna wait out here in this heat? Sweat's already pouring down your forehead."
"C-cafe! Wait at a cafe!"
"Nope! We're shopping, then straight to lunch. After lunch, we'll hit a cafe anyway! Don't waste money on dumb stuff!"
"H-how do you even go in there."
"Don't worry. More guys come to places like this than you think."
With that, I peeked through the glass into the store. If there'd been other customers, I might've let him off easy. But…
"Only the salesgirl inside. No one else. So come on!"
"Still…."
Hanjiu swallowed his last protest. To anyone else, his stiff stance looked normal. But to me—Song Yujeong, his ball-and-chain best friend from way back—it was crystal clear. The faint tremor between his thick brows. Those lips pressed tight, quivering ever so slightly.
Aaah! Driving me crazy! This is it! This is sex, this is orgasm!
To drive the nail home, I softened my voice with a hint of innocent charm and gently tugged his arm.
"I'm nervous too—first time at a place like this!"
"Where do you usually buy them?"
"Online."
"Then buy online!"
"Whose fault is it my boobs got bigger from all that groping? So I'm getting a proper measurement this time."
At those final words, Hanjiu's strained gaze dropped straight down.
Heh heh! Total victory for lovely pretty coed Song Yujeong this round. Felt like forever since I'd beaten him!
"Haa… How'd I end up with a friend like you."
"What's wrong with this friend? You used me so well last night."
Pouting, Hanjiu slowly tugged open the lingerie shop door.
"Pick one in your taste instead. I'll wear it next time."
"You crazy bitch. Just grab something quick and let's go."
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Stepping inside, the cool AC hit us, but I was more overwhelmed by the densely packed displays of underwear. From sexy bras and panties with flashy lace that made my stomach churn just looking at them, to the simple designs without lace or patterns that I usually wore. Even I, who thought I'd gotten used to this sight, felt daunted. The lanky guy next to me just hung his head.
As we stood there awkwardly, the salesgirl behind the counter beamed warmly and greeted us.
"Welcome!"
"H-hi…."
She quickly scanned me and Hanjiu, then sidled up to me—the actual customer.
"Looking for any specific line?"
"Um… well… Lately my breasts have felt a bit tight, so I want to get remeasured first."
"Right this way then. He's your boyfriend, right? He can browse comfortably inside."
Normally, Hanjiu would've flipped at "boyfriend," but he just nodded blankly. Following her lead, I entered the first changing room stall past the counter, marked "Measurement Room." It was a bit roomier than the others.
"This is actually my first time at a store like this."
"I see! Everyone buys online these days—clothes, underwear, everything."
I nodded slightly. The bra and panties I had on were from the internet, after all….
"But for underwear, especially bras, it's best to visit a store once and get properly measured!"
She continued with a bright, capitalist smile.
"Looks like our customer here has a nice size anyway. The bigger the bust, the more crucial it is to wear something that fits. What are you wearing now?"
"65D right now…."
I took a small breath and explained my situation honestly.
"My breasts swell a bit before my period."
"Oh! Me too, customer!"
"But it hasn't gone down yet…."
"No pain or anything?"
"No, nothing weird."
I'd asked my Jepti doctor just in case, and she taught me a simple breast cancer self-exam. Did it myself—no issues.
"Let's measure then. Take off your top."
I turned around, swallowed my embarrassment, and fumbled off my bra, covering the edges of my breasts with my left arm as I turned back.
If you're wondering why be shy with another woman—bare chest is one thing, but my pink areolas and nipples felt embarrassing. Maybe memories from my guy days. We'd tease each other about "pingdu" and stuff in gym class.
But I couldn't hide forever. I took a deep breath and slowly lowered my arm. My pale pink nipples, perky and clueless, made me want to die.
"Wow, customer, your breasts have such a pretty shape. You must take good care of them."
"R-really?"
"Most at this size sag a bit. Are you a student? High schooler? Nah, too early in the day for that."
"N-no, college student…."
Getting straight-up praise—boob praise—had my face burning. My nape itched too.
God, so embarrassing….
"Okay, measuring now. Straighten your back and chest. Exhale and relax."
Easier said than done. There's a face right in front of my nipples—sis's eyes staring!
I tried to calm down and straightened up. The hard measuring tape brushed my nipple. A dizzying stimulus that nearly made me moan—I gritted my teeth and endured.
Eons seemed to pass.
"Customer, you should probably go up a full cup from what you're wearing."
Finally, she looked up at me, face slightly flushed.
"Your underbust is 64.5, so band size 65 is right. But top bust is 86."
"Y-yes?"
"No wonder your current bra feels tight."
"Y-yes…."
Like an idiot, I just parroted "yes" at this unbelievable reality, but her next words shattered what was left.
"So, you're a 65E cup."
What? E cup? Me?
"Hmm… Actually, depending on the brand, E might still feel snug. Some run small, and since your breasts swell during your period…."
S-stop. Please stop there—
"So, how about considering a full cup up to F?"