The Unpleasant Bra Shopping Experience

Cough, cough. I digress, but this certainly isn’t the time to reminisce about Chen Si Yi’s playful antics, making me wash her underwear. The pressing matter at hand is how to convince Chen Si Yi to abandon this plan! As is well known, I’m a strong man, and personally selecting my own bra size is simply too embarrassing and doesn’t align with my psychological identity. Furthermore, the most crucial point is that I’ve never changed my underwear before! No one ever taught me, and I have no idea how to unbutton or fasten it. As a model youth of the new era, I am entirely disassociated with terms like ‘lecherous’ or ‘pervert.’ Just like when dealing with physical needs after transforming into a loli, I always keep my eyes tightly shut and my hands covering my face while using the toilet, fearing any mishaps. But trying on underwear is a completely different scenario. Can I really do it with my eyes closed? It’s like the blind trying to feel an elephant, with a challenge akin to the ancient blind’s experience. Plus, I have no concept of the construction of girls’ underwear, so trying on underwear is a task whose difficulty is exponentially increasing. It seems Chen Si Yi, noticing my inner turmoil, led me into the lingerie store by the hand. Instead of heading straight to the counter, she pulled me towards Serena. With a push, she tossed me in front of Serena’s lapdog and said, ‘Serena, find a suitable bra for Lin… Lin Ifu, and help him put it on.’ What? Why is Serena helping me change into a bra, and who’s this Lin Ifu? Is that the code name for my loli body? Couldn’t they have at least asked for my opinion? I quickly shook my head, refusing, ‘No, no, I can do it myself. Serena… I don’t really trust her.’ Yes, that was my true feeling. This demon who turned me into a loli, I still harbor a deep suspicion of her. Wanting to touch my body? Dream on! ‘What do you mean, you don’t trust me?’ Hearing my words, Serena immediately pouted, her face puffed up like a balloon. She pointed at my chest and, with her hands on her hips, spoke displeasedly, ‘Hmph, it’s like I’d do anything to you. If it weren’t for me personally dressing you in this black dress, you’d have woken up as a naked loli!’ No wonder I found myself wearing a black Gothic dress the other day when I woke up. It was you who led me down this path, you bastard! Hearing Serena’s words, I twitched my mouth corners, my tone unfriendly, ‘So, I should thank you?’ ‘Mhm, you know what’s what!’ Whether she didn’t catch my resentment, Serena lightly snorted, her head held high with pride. ‘If that’s the case, aren’t you going to show some gratitude to me, Serena the Magnificent, for my great kindness?’ … Great kindness, is this b*tch serious? And Serena the Magnificent, pfft. You’d better watch out or I’ll call a Taoist priest to exorcise you once I’m back to being a man! Looking at the arrogant demon in front of me, hands on hips, I could no longer hold back my anger. I gritted my teeth, reached out, and slapped Serena’s chest… —Pfft A crisp sound echoed, and the previously chattering lingerie store fell silent. ‘…’ Those customers who were picking out underwear all stopped, along with the salesgirl at the counter watching a soap opera. They stiffly turned their heads, staring at us in astonishment. ‘Uh… this, this…’ Feeling the surrounding onlookers’ heated gaze, I clenched my fists, recalling the fullness in my palm and the soft, supple elasticity, my forehead instantly beading with sweat. Damn… what do I do now. I intended to slap Serena’s head, but with my short legs and inadequate arm length, I missed her head and hit her most unfortunate spot. What can I say… maybe that’s just the nature of a demon; it’s too unreal. ‘Wuu…’ As I mulled over a thousand horses in my heart, Serena, who I accidentally groped, buried her head and let out a sorrowful sob. I frowned, realizing she was hugging her chest, lips tightly pressed, her red-rimmed eyes threatening to spill over. ‘Seriously…’ Serena glared at me, her voice alluring, ‘Ifu, couldn’t you hold back a little? You can grope me in private later, right?’ Huh? What? Groping later? What does that mean? Serena’s sudden outburst left me speechless, unsure of how to explain. The crowd around nodded, exclaiming, ‘Ah, I see.’ Near me, a small girl separated by a rack of underwear, excitedly asked her mom, ‘Mommy! Is this that ‘yuri’ they talk about?’ Her mom awkwardly glanced at me, then grabbed the girl’s hand and quickly went to the counter to check out. As they left, the girl turned back to nod at me. To this, I only wanted to say—Serena, you jerk, don’t go messing with kids’ minds like that!