Chapter 71: The Hotel Proposal?

“How does it look?”

“Oh…”

“Wow…”

“How does it look?”

“Ohhh…”

“Woww…”

“How does it look?”

“Ohhhhh……!”

“Wowwwww……!”

Every time I went into the fitting room with the clothes they gave me and came out, they showed really diverse reactions.

Yoo Ji-eun had me try on neat, warm-toned dresses or knits, pleated skirts or long skirts, and slacks. Song Chae-hyun chose slightly wider, thicker jeans in her street style, sweatshirts covered in graffiti, tight-fitting shirts, and parachute pants.

I wore all the dozens of variations they offered, changing outfits with each hanger they handed me.

…

At first, I was so shy I could only stand stiffly like a wooden doll, but seeing their varied reactions gave me confidence.

When I wore Yoo Ji-eun’s generally modest outfits, I’d put one leg back and spread my skirt to the sides.

With Song Chae-hyun’s bolder outfits, I’d slip my hands in the pockets and adjust my hat.

“Kyaak…!”

“You’re so cute!”

“Hehe…”

I felt so happy, like I was a model.

“N-next, please try this…!”

“And after that, this…!”

Song Chae-hyun and Yoo Ji-eun kept picking out clothes for me to try.

I wore them all.

Their reactions were always positive. But the outfit that elicited the strongest reaction was…

Unlike before, a certain part of my body feels exposed.

When I came out, lacking the confidence I normally had, and very awkwardly.

They fell silent.

I wore a gray cropped tank top and tight gray leggings. Unlike before, I wasn’t wearing pants over the leggings.

They remained silent. My upper abdomen felt exposed. The tight fit was embarrassing. If the top had been longer, I could have pulled it down, but of course, a tank top doesn’t allow for that.

Maybe it was too revealing?

Secretly, I wanted to hear that I was sexy or, at the very least, pretty.

Yoo Ji-eun and Song Chae-hyun had been silent, just staring at me.

“W-well…”

I stammered, still feeling their gaze and the growing number of onlookers.

“I-I don’t think this is right…!”

I tried to slam the fitting room door shut.

But unexpectedly, it didn’t close. Song Chae-hyun’s hand was caught in the crack.

“Oh, unnie…?”

Ah, did it hurt?

I was about to apologize and check on her when…

“……I-hyun.”

Song Chae-hyun’s deep, low voice cut through the silence.

“Y-yes?”

“This… unnie will buy this. No, I was planning on buying all your clothes anyway.”

“So, let’s try this on later.”

“Uh, umm…”

Overwhelmed by her serious gaze and the shadow cast by the considerable height difference between us, I could only nod.

“Yes, yes…”

Yoo Ji-eun nodded silently beside her.

Yoo Ji-eun rarely experiences feelings of inferiority, having lacked nothing in life.

Wealth, intelligence, numerous talents…

And striking natural beauty.

Even among the children of prominent families, Yoo Ji-eun’s beauty always drew envy and jealousy. Her elegant beauty made people of all ages assume she was from a wealthy background.

She has so much and has achieved so much that she’s never really known envy or felt inferior.

Her academics and overall refinement were always top-tier in school, and her friendships were impeccable. Her recent skill in Bell, to the point of receiving occasional pro offers from top teams, shows her exceptional ability in practically everything.

She had always considered this natural, and worked hard to maintain it.

But yet…

Since earlier, the image of Moon I-hyun hadn’t left her mind.

The tight-fitting gray outfit Song Chae-hyun had suggested.

And Yoo Ji-eun’s seemingly casual question about her bra size.

– E70.

Moon I-hyun’s answer had her thinking.

She held her own bra. She hadn’t planned to buy a new one yet, but…

She stared at the small size and letter on the side.

B75.

Definitely not a size anyone would call small.

Lately, Yoo Ji-eun had found herself frequently glancing at the chests of Moon I-hyun, Song Chae-hyun, and even women on the street. 

The reason… started after she became conscious of Moon I-hyun and Song Chae-hyun’s sizes.

Yoo Ji-eun looked down at her chest, then turned to the mirror, angling her body slightly to study her silhouette.

Her thin arms, visible through her thin knit top, her slim ribcage, her small, lovely breasts, and her long, slender limbs were clearly visible.

…

It was so perfect.

‘Yes, I’m not small.’

It’s not like you always need to be big. I have a very balanced figure; there’s nothing to be lacking in.

It’s not envy. I like myself just as I am.

‘They’re just exceptionally well-endowed. I-hyun’s is quite large for her frame, and Chae-hyun’s is even bigger.’

She hummed, nodding to herself, when she heard a faint tapping sound from behind.

She turned her head to see what made the noise.

At that moment, Moon I-hyun suddenly appeared from her blind spot.

Moon I-hyun hesitated, swallowing, before speaking.

“Unnie, you’re cute!”

“…”

…

At those words, Yoo Ji-eun felt her mind freeze.

……

What could this little one mean?

After finishing the conversation about bra sizes, I was picking up this size of bra when she suddenly said that she was cute?

‘Is she teasing me about my size?’

Yoo Ji-eun thought that, then shook her head.

She knew Moon I-hyun wasn’t that kind of person.

‘She’s pure. When she said cute, she probably meant my face or behavior. She probably just said it on a whim.’

Yoo Ji-eun thought, smiling slightly as she began to speak.

“Thank you—”

“Actually…”

“I think small breasts are cute too. Hehe…”

Moon I-hyun smiled at the end, then looked up at Yoo Ji-eun’s face as if checking her expression.

Then, she seemed startled by her own expression and quickly lowered her head.

She rolled her eyes, stiffening the corners of her mouth that had been raised in a smile, muttering to herself.

“Ah, um… if they’re small, crumbs don’t get stuck on the clothes… and it’s comfortable to sleep on your stomach…”

Moon I-hyun’s voice grew quieter with each word.

“A-and… um… you don’t look at other people’s chests as much… um… uh… what else is there?”

She closed her eyes tightly, seemingly still thinking.

“Ah, haha… oh no… I messed up.”

She murmured so quietly that Yoo Ji-eun barely heard it.

She then took a step back, scurrying towards Song Chae-yhyun as if she were escaping.

Yoo Ji-eun looked at her face in the mirror.

Her face was much darker than before. There was a reason for Moon I-hyun’s startled stammering.

She lowered her head. There…

Actually, Moon I-hyun’s behavior had significantly impacted her preoccupation with her own breast size.

Moon I-hyun really did look at Song Chae-yhyun’s chest often.

But she never looked at Yoo Ji-eun’s.

As if she wasn’t interested.

For some reason, Yoo Ji-eun felt a bit resentful towards Moon I-hyun, who had gone to Song Chae-hyun.

A shadow had fallen over what should have been a happy gathering.

Moon I-hyun and Song Chae-hyun kept glancing at Yoo Ji-eun.

Yoo Ji-eun had been in low spirits ever since.

Moon I-hyun could easily guess the reason, and Song Chae-hyun also had a general idea of the situation.

Honestly, they had heard everything.

“U-um… Ji-eun unnie… thank you for buying all the clothes.”

“Y-yeah. I was going to buy them anyway…”

Song Chae-yeon quickly agreed as Moon I-hyun tried to speak.

Then, they checked Yoo Ji-eun’s expression.

Yoo Ji-eun was still down. Usually, she had a bright smile, but now she was only looking at the floor and barely spoke.

The two were desperately trying to cheer her up.

Of course, Moon I-hyun… and Song Chae-hyun, who had become particularly close to Yoo Ji-eun lately, as well.

“Ah, unnie. Did you see the Bell patch today? Vayne got nerfed… and all the ADC characters unnie plays got buffed…”

“……Really?”

Silence.

“Ah, right, Ji-eun. Do you exercise often? Do you want to run with us sometime?”

“Yeah.”

Silence.

……

It’s cold. It feels like walking on a razor’s edge.

They walked like that for a while, when.

Yoo Ji-eun spoke first after a long time.

“I-hyun, what do you think about women with small breasts?”

“W-what!?”

“What!?”

Song Chae-hyun and Moon I-hyun were startled by that sudden question.

They first checked to see if anyone around them had heard. Fortunately, they were far enough apart that no one seemed to have heard.

‘This unnie’s sudden remarks are so impactful…’

Recalling what Yoo Ji-eun had asked her at the bar, Moon I-hyun opened her mouth.

“U-um…… I think it’s not about breast size, but about the person… a-appearance is just the shell…”

She recited the obvious answer.

Because it was very clear who Yoo Ji-eun was talking about, and who she was comparing that person to.

It was an easy question for Moon I-hyun, whose thinking and perceptiveness aren’t very good.

“Just the shell…”

Yoo Ji-eun seemed to ponder that, repeating the words, remaining silent for a while.

Then, she spoke.

“Then can I touch I-hyun’s shell?”

She immediately pointed to something.

It was a tall hotel.

“Huh?”

For a moment, they thought they had misheard.

It was a completely unpredictable statement.

Yoo Ji-eun said calmly, as if it were natural.

“What’s wrong, it’s just us girls.”

“You said it was just the shell.”