Su Yao deliberately returned to the large supermarket from yesterday. It was daytime, and with fewer people around, she felt much more at ease.
She rarely went out, usually only for essential errands, but today was different. Though this trip was also necessary, the items she needed were a far cry from her usual purchases.
Before, she bought groceries. Now, she was here to buy underwear!
Standing in front of the lingerie store, Su Yao hesitated, waging an internal battle. Should she go in or not?
In the past, she wouldn’t even come near a store like this. Yet here she was, pondering whether to enter, a realization that brought a wistful sense of time passing and things changing.
*Just go in. You’re already here.*
What, you’re asking why she didn’t buy online? Su Yao wanted to, but delivery would take days, meaning she’d have to keep using adhesive bandages in the meantime. Those were uncomfortable and always made her blush involuntarily.
Plus, she had no idea what size to buy, and no one had taught her how to go about it. She was left to figure it out on her own, bit by bit.
The transparent glass display was filled with an array of bras in different styles and sizes, dazzling Su Yao’s eyes. It was her first time seeing so many up close, and she was instantly overwhelmed.
It wasn’t until the shop assistant called out, “Welcome!” that Su Yao snapped back to reality, hurriedly lowering her head in embarrassment.
The stylishly dressed assistant curiously sized up Su Yao, noticing her shyness at being called out. Smiling, she softened her voice. “Little sister, are you here alone?”
“Mhm.”
Su Yao nodded, her gaze darting nervously, betraying how tense she was.
Her behavior made the assistant’s eyes light up. “Oh, can you tell big sister what size you’re looking for? I can recommend something!”
“…”
Su Yao’s head dipped even lower. The assistant blinked, but her professionalism kicked in. With a knowing look, she led Su Yao to the fitting room and handed her a soft measuring tape.
“Need any help?”
After Su Yao took the tape, the assistant asked gently.
In her eyes, Su Yao was a young, shy girl, likely buying lingerie for the first time and inexperienced—a perfect chance to make a good sale.
Without a second thought, Su Yao went in alone, locking the door. She glanced around, checking for anything amiss, then took off her jacket.
But soon, a problem arose—how was she supposed to measure?
Luckily, the internet had answers. Following online instructions, Su Yao measured herself, though the process was mortifying. She saved the measurements on her phone, double-checked, then got dressed and stepped out of the fitting room.
Seeing Su Yao emerge, the assistant thought to herself, *She looks like a high schooler, probably buying her first bra. Just out of puberty, she can’t be that big.*
But when Su Yao revealed her measurements, the assistant stared at her chest in disbelief, blurting out, “Little sister, how old are you?”
“How old?”
Su Yao was confused. Asking about her size… how was she supposed to know? Glancing down, she ventured hesitantly, “Maybe… B?”
Uh…
The assistant rubbed her forehead, feeling faint. *If you’re a B, I must be negative.* Talk about unfair comparisons.
She gave an awkward laugh and clarified, “I meant your age! You look like a high schooler, but you’re already a D cup? That’s impressive development. Let me recommend a few sets.”
Su Yao didn’t clarify her age and followed the assistant to browse.
“Look, this one’s nice.”
Hearing her, Su Yao looked over and was stunned.
Bright red, lacy, and *very* sultry.
*Oh my gosh!*
Swallowing hard, Su Yao wanted to shake her head—it was too mature. But the assistant had already handed her the hanger, and under her gentle flattery, Su Yao lost herself, happily heading to the fitting room to try it on.
And, well, it *did* suit her, though something felt off.
At the counter, the assistant worked the cash register with glee, as if she’d hit the jackpot. But when Su Yao handed over her battered phone, timidly asking, “Can I scan yours? My screen’s cracked,” and paid over nine hundred yuan, she earnestly thanked the assistant.
The assistant’s smile stiffened.
Carrying five bags, Su Yao practically sprinted out, disappearing in a flash.
She’d intended to buy something conservative, ideally to flatten her chest, but she hadn’t expressed her thoughts clearly. The bags were now filled with ultra-sexy, “attack-speed” gear.
Her face burned hotter than when she was drunk.
She wanted to head straight home, but since she was already here, she didn’t want to make another trip. So, she wandered the women’s clothing section until nearly four in the afternoon, finally returning home laden with purchases.
Back home, Su Yao washed some of the clothes and hung them to dry, then spent time organizing her wardrobe to make space for the new items.
Time flew by as she busied herself.
After finishing, she made a simple dinner. Today was a major splurge—her few hours of shopping nearly equaled three months’ living expenses. In-store prices were steep.
After a shower, Su Yao slipped into her newly bought “costume” and stood before the mirror. The ravishing girl in the reflection wore bold red, a color that could easily look aging, but against her pale skin, it was strikingly stunning.
The outfit accentuated her full curves, reminding Su Yao of peeled lychees—her “bunnies” now resembled glistening, sweet fruit.
It was a matching set, with lacy red bottoms.
Her first time wearing a thong, she’d expected discomfort, but the perfect fit made her reluctant to switch back to her usual panties.
The girl in the mirror had a graceful figure, dressed in glamorous attire, yet her face retained a youthful innocence. She looked like a newly matured girl, driven by curiosity to try on mature clothing, pretending to be an adult.
Very alluring, but beautiful. Su Yao didn’t dislike it…
…
Dressed in thick pajamas, Su Yao sat at her computer, opened a game, and messaged OysterSauce (Mu Nanqiu).
“OysterSauce, you there? Wanna play?”
“Sure, sure!”
On the other end, Mu Nanqiu stood by a window, replying to the message before gazing out at the night scenery, lost in thought.
After dropping Su Yao off yesterday, she’d had a talk with Hua Mingye.