The Lingerie Consult

(Sun Yao)

“Miss Yin Wei?”

Even without her professional suit, she still wore a formal, light trench coat over a gold silk shirt. She looked sharp and commanding; with her usual stern expression, she almost resembled a female mob boss from a crime film.

Being caught red-handed in a lingerie store by someone who knew my true identity made my embarrassment skyrocket.

“You know me?” She leaned in close, studying my face with a blank expression, then suddenly seemed to realize something. “Is this Sailuno? You changed your hairstyle. I didn’t recognize you at first.”

Just changing my hairstyle and color had actually fooled her. This disguise really was effective. I toyed with my hair and stammered an explanation.

“I did this with my magic… um… are you off today?”

“Yes, I’m off. But you—coming out to buy lingerie alone?”

“Not alone. My friend is waiting outside.”

Ziye was probably bored out of his mind right now, playing on his Switch.

Miss Yin Wei followed my gaze out the store window. “But shouldn’t you bring a female friend for this kind of thing?”

“Well, I don’t have many friends, let alone female friends I can be open with,” I admitted quietly.

Miss Yin Wei let out a sympathetic sigh. “Then come to me next time. Helping magical girls with problems outside of battle is my duty as a liaison… So, are you having trouble?”

Miss Yin Wei was a bit too serious for me. I found it hard to talk to her compared to her older sister, Yin Lu, who was much easier to get along with.

“Actually… I don’t really understand bra sizes.”

“Really? Do you remember your bust and underbust measurements?”

I was too embarrassed to say them out loud, so I just nodded.

“Good. I don’t plan to pry, so don’t worry. I’ll just teach you how to pick.” Miss Yin Wei casually picked a white bra from the rack and flipped over the tag. “Bra sizes are actually two numbers combined. For example, this one is a 36C. The number represents your underbust measurement… I see, this store uses imperial units; that’s why you were confused.”

She looked around and found a conversion chart on the wall. “Sailuno, match your underbust measurement to this chart.”

My eyes scanned the chart, and I whispered, “…I think I should choose 30 inches. Is that the first number?”

“Only 30? You’re more slender than I imagined.” Glancing briefly at my chest, Miss Yin Wei continued pointing at the tag. “Now for the letter. That’s your cup size. Subtract your underbust from your full bust measurement, and the difference corresponds to the cup.”

I did some quick mental math, then checked the chart. “The difference is about twenty centimeters… so I’m a 30E?”

“Such a ridiculous size? You’re quite something.”

Even if Miss Yin Wei hadn’t said it, I already knew it was incredible. Online, I often saw “36D” mentioned as a top-tier level, but now I was even more “outstanding” than that. No wonder Ziye had looked so awkward earlier, not knowing where to look.

But why had it turned out like this? I found a possible reason.

“Miss Yin Wei, maybe it’s because I was… chubbier before? After the transformation, maybe all that fat migrated to my chest?”

Thinking about it that way seemed reasonable. Otherwise, where would all that “A-Yao” weight have gone?

“Well, whatever the reason, just pick according to that standard.” Miss Yin Wei seemed a bit disappointed, though. And looking at her, I could guess why. My eyes fell on the slight curve of her own chest.

“Miss Yin Wei, you don’t need to worry about such small things. I think you’re cool and reliable. And suits—or any androgynous clothes—don’t really suit women with big chests anyway.”

Her outfit today was very much in that “cool” style. With her tall figure, long legs, and slim waist, she was attractive even without a large bust. Come to think of it, Miss Yin Wei reminded me of Miluno. Both were calm, tall, and reliable. Could Miluno be Miss Yin Wei’s transformed form? And her liaison identity was just a disguise?

…No, that couldn’t be right.

“A brat like you is too young to be comforting me.” She tapped my forehead, and I covered it while instinctively apologizing.

“Sorry.”

“Why are you apologizing again? Pick a few sets, and I’ll teach you how to wear them properly.”

“…Huh? You’ll teach me personally?” That meant I’d have to undress in front of her.

“If you’re uncomfortable, I can guide you from behind the curtain.”

The structure of a bra was obvious; I didn’t think putting one on would be that hard. But since Miss Yin Wei offered, there had to be some technique I didn’t know. This was the time to learn humbly.

“Then I’ll leave it to you.”

“Does that mean I don’t need to wait outside?”

“No, it’s fine. With you… I don’t really mind.” Actually, I did mind. Undressing in front of a woman was still embarrassing.

“If you really don’t mind, then stop being so shy.”

“I’ll go pick them out now!”

I walked around the store again and finally settled on some simple white sets. I wanted to choose a more “elegant” style, but I didn’t want her to think I was a pervert. Afterward, I entered the fitting room. As agreed, Miss Yin Wei followed me in.

Since bras are intimate apparel, you could only try on the top half in the store using specialized samples. Pulling the fitting room curtain shut, I took off my top and dispelled the “built-in” support from my battle costume.

“Hmm. That 30E cup was no exaggeration… In the future, try not to wear those loose, baggy tops. They don’t suit you—they hide your figure and just make you look bulky.”

At Miss Yin Wei’s advice, I nodded, using my arms to support the sudden weight of my chest. Even though I was incredibly embarrassed, it wasn’t as bad as I’d imagined. Miss Yin Wei’s calm, unruffled demeanor was contagious, helping me stay focused.

“…How do I put it on?”

“First, slip the straps over your shoulders, then lean forward—”

Suddenly, an alarm blared through the mall.

[Alert: Phase wormhole detected in Sector C4. Estimated full deployment in three minutes… only three minutes! Residents in the area, please evacuate in an orderly manner. I repeat…]

Miss Yin Wei let out a long sigh. “Looks like my day off is over.”