The Coconut Milk Girl’s Secret

Legend has it that in a faraway land, there exists a type of coconut without a husk.

Its snow-white flesh glistens transparently under the sun.

The coconut milk tastes rich and mellow, inducing a slight tipsiness upon drinking.

Luo Xuan couldn’t discern the truth of this legend.

Yet, she found herself feeling a little dizzy at that moment.

She hadn’t even partaken in the drink; she had merely glanced at it a few times.

‘No, wait, why a bandage?’

“I… I don’t have any spare underwear,” Bai Jingjing confessed, her youthful face flushing with embarrassment.

“My last one accidentally broke.”

This was the reason she had painstakingly managed to concoct.

Luo Xuan’s eyes widened in sudden realization.

Indeed, observing the girl’s attire, it was clear she faced some financial difficulties.

Her underwear, too, was likely an old purchase.

Luo Xuan could easily envision the scenario: the young woman had been wearing her old, small underwear for a long time.

Unbeknownst to her, she had continued to grow.

Finally, either today or a day or two prior, she stretched upon waking up in the morning, heard a ‘snap,’ and a strap or clasp had given way.

Unless absolutely desperate, why would Bai Jingjing resort to a bandage?

Her eyes conveyed such purity.

Luo Xuan gradually came to understand everything.

“You certainly can’t go on wearing that,” she managed to say, finally tearing her gaze away.

“What’s your size? I’ll go downstairs and buy you one… you’ll need other clothes too; mine definitely won’t fit you.”

While observing earlier, she had momentarily been distracted, comparing the two.

Luo Xuan, despite being quite well-developed among women, was still slightly smaller than Bai Jingjing.

‘This girl truly looks like she stepped right out of a manga,’ she mused.

But Bai Jingjing tilted her head, asking, “What ‘size’?”

“I mean, your size,” Luo Xuan clarified.

“The specific measurements taken with a tape measure.”

Bai Jingjing blinked blankly.

She didn’t know.

****

A few minutes later, Bai Jingjing emerged from the room, fully dressed, a soft measuring tape clutched in her hand.

“Sister Luo, I’m about this big.”

Luo Xuan leaned in closer, observing the markings on the tape measure where Bai Jingjing’s fingers held it.

A faint hint of coconut milk fragrance emanated from the tape measure, as rich and mellow as the legend described, inducing a slight tipsiness.

“I—I understand,” Luo Xuan stammered, quickly stepping back.

“I’m going downstairs to buy them for you right now; wait for me here.”

She hastily rushed out the door, desperate for fresh air to compose herself.

Luo Xuan gone, Bai Jingjing didn’t dare to wander aimlessly around the house.

She returned to the living room and sat down again.

‘How wonderful, Sister Luo is truly wonderful.’

Just as people in their circle described her, Luo Xuan was indeed the kind of young lady they imagined: beautiful, light-golden long hair with naturally wavy ends, delicate features, and an excellent figure.

Leaving herself aside, Luo Xuan was the prettiest girl Bai Jingjing had ever seen, and also had the best figure.

‘If I hadn’t become a girl, it would have been difficult for me and her to ever cross paths,’ she thought.

Furthermore, Bai Jingjing harbored a peculiar sense of gratitude towards Luo Xuan.

Though she didn’t know precisely why, her transformation stemmed from a sudden wish she had made before falling asleep last night.

That wish, in turn, had originated from something Luo Xuan said in their group chat.

‘How wonderful, truly wonderful.’

****

Luo Xuan was not feeling particularly well at the moment.

It wasn’t the coconut milk that was the issue.

The main problem arose when she visited her usual clothing store on the street and informed the familiar shop owner, an elder sister figure, that she needed to buy underwear of *that* particular size.

The shop owner’s gaze instantly turned somewhat peculiar.

“Little Luo,” the shop owner began, “isn’t this type of underwear a bit… premature for you?”

‘You might never even need it in your lifetime,’ she seemed to imply.

Luo Xuan’s pretty face flushed crimson.

“I’m not buying it for myself; I’m… I’m buying it for someone else.”

The shop owner grew even more puzzled.

‘Who is this ‘someone else’ so intimate that you’d help them buy underwear?’

‘And you even look quite pleased about it.’

“Alright then, what style are you looking for?” the shop owner probed subtly.

“Something a bit more mature, or a girlish style?”

“Girlish style,” Luo Xuan replied without hesitation.

‘Understood,’ the shop owner thought. ‘The recipient is a young woman.’

****

While Luo Xuan was out buying clothes, Bai Jingjing didn’t remain idle.

She cherished this hard-won opportunity, so she seized the moment to proactively seek advice from others.

She didn’t have a large circle or many acquaintances, but fortunately, everyone she knew was well-informed.

For instance, in this small artist group, many had drawn yuri (TL Note: A genre focusing on romantic relationships between women) doujinshi.

[Little Bai: Esteemed seniors, if two girls are in love, what sorts of things do they do?]

Bai Jingjing enjoyed an excellent reputation within the group.

Though she didn’t appear often, she was easy to talk to and highly popular.

[Isn’t this Mrs. Little Bai? Taking on another yuri commission?]

[That’s simple, you’ve asked the right people. We’ve drawn countless such works.]

[What type do you need? Everyday life or surreal? All-ages or explicit?]

[Little Bai: Everyday life, all-ages, and explicit… I suppose all of them?]

Bai Jingjing recalled that Luo Xuan had stated in yesterday’s recruitment requirements that ‘everything a girlfriend does’ must be done.

‘So, that should, presumably, include explicit things?’

Jingjing wasn’t entirely sure, but decided to learn first and worry about it later.

[Easy, I’ll send you a compressed file. These are all the resources I use when looking for material and inspiration myself.]

[I have some too; I’ll pack a set for you.]

Everyone in the small artist group was very enthusiastic, and soon many works were sent over.

Bai Jingjing thanked them one by one, downloaded the files, and began to watch them carefully.

Before long, her youthful face was flushed crimson from what she saw.

Luo Xuan had spent a bit more time at the clothing store than anticipated.

She had bought several extra sets of underwear, all recommended by the shop owner.

She hadn’t looked at them too closely, as this particular size of underwear fell completely outside her realm of knowledge.

“Little Luo, I highly recommend these few sets; they’re very effective,” the shop owner assured her.

Luo Xuan clutched the shopping bag, feeling a slight sense of bewilderment.

‘What did ‘effective’ mean? Did it imply they were particularly comfortable to wear?’

‘Presumably so,’ she thought.

“Please help me choose some more clothes that match this style.”

“No problem, what style would you like?”

Finally, after spending a considerable amount of additional time, Luo Xuan walked back, carrying a large bag.

Taking the elevator upstairs, opening the door to her apartment, and emerging from the hallway, she immediately spotted Bai Jingjing.

The girl sat quietly, engrossed in her phone.

A half-empty glass of lemonade rested on the small table.

The clothes Luo Xuan had taken out earlier were neatly folded on the sofa.

The ‘coconut milk girl’ sat peacefully beside them, creating a scene of perfect harmony.

It was as if such a person had always belonged in her home.

“Sister Luo, you’re back.”

Hearing footsteps, Bai Jingjing put down her phone, stood up to greet her, and naturally took the shopping bag from Luo Xuan’s hand.

Whether it was an illusion or not, Luo Xuan couldn’t shake the feeling that Bai Jingjing’s adorable little face seemed to have a bit more color.

And the coconut milk scent seemed a touch more fragrant.

“Ahem, I’ve bought your underwear and clothes,” Luo Xuan said, picking up her glass and taking a sip of lemonade to dispel her wandering thoughts.

“Go to your room and try them on.”

‘This is bad,’ she thought. ‘The illusion is too strong; even the lemonade smells faintly of coconut milk.’