[TS] Became a Peach Saint – Chapter 17

After being slightly moved by her, who even elevated my clothespins to a fashion statement, I remembered what I was looking for and continued speaking.

“Ah, underwear. I need underwear, please.”

“Our store’s underwear is on the 5th floor. You can take the elevator over there.”

She pointed to the elevator with her hand, then briefly made eye contact with me as if signaling me to follow, and started walking ahead.

I followed her hesitantly, and when we got on the elevator together, she pressed the button for the 5th floor.

Suddenly, she turned to me and started sniffing.

“I was wondering where the scent was coming from, and it turns out it’s from you. Even the mildest perfumes have a sharpness due to the alcohol, but this is so fresh and soft, like a peach. What perfume is it?”

“Uh… I think it’s just my natural scent? I don’t even own any perfume.”

Hearing that, her eyes widened, and she took a step closer to me.

In the already cramped elevator, her one step brought her right up to my face.

Seeing her approach so boldly, I thought, “Is this the distance between women?” If a guy had gotten this close to another guy, they’d probably be cursing or freaking out by now.

While I was lost in silly thoughts, she got even closer and sniffed me like a puppy, her already wide eyes growing even bigger in surprise.

Seeing that, I thought she was actually really cute, despite her cool appearance.

“This scent is coming from your body? Is it like edible perfume or something?”

“No, it’s just always been like this.”

She seemed about to say something more, but then the elevator dinged, announcing our arrival at the 5th floor.

The doors opened, revealing a spacious store with colorful underwear in various shades of skin tones spread out before us.

“Wow…”

Seeing me staring in awe, she smiled brightly and asked,

“Do you have a specific model in mind?”

“No, I don’t really know much. I’m looking for panties and a bra.”

Hearing my answer, her eyes widened again, and then she burst out laughing.

Realizing her laughter might be rude, she forced herself to stop and apologized.

“Pfft. Hahaha… Oh… I’m sorry. It’s just that usually older folks say it like that. Hearing such a pretty person say it so suddenly made me laugh without thinking. I apologize again.”

Maybe because of what happened earlier, my mood was all over the place, and I guess my old regional dialect slipped out without me realizing.

“No, it’s fine. Could you show me some panties… I mean, underwear and bras?”

She wiped away what might have been tears from laughing too much and replied,

“Of course, I’ll help you. What’s your bust size?”

“Um… I’m not sure.”

She glanced at the thick winter coat I was wearing…

She glanced at my chest, which was practically bursting out of my hoodie, and asked as if questioning what I was saying.

“Huh…?”

“It suddenly got bigger. That’s why I came to buy one.”

After hearing my awkward excuse, she finally nodded slightly as if she understood.

“Sometimes people suddenly grow so much that their bras don’t fit anymore. Please wait a moment.”

She went to the staff table, picked up a measuring tape, and came back to me.

“Could you spread your arms, please?”

As I raised my arms, she reached into the space between them as if to hug me, wrapped the tape around, and brought it back to the front.

“Hmm… Customer? The clothes are too thick and big, so I can’t measure properly. The fabric is wrinkled and overlapping.”

It must be because of the winter hoodie I bought for work, which is already thick, and it has fleece lining inside.

“Ah. It’s probably because the hoodie is oversized for men. So, what should I do?”

“Do you have a layered shirt underneath?”

“Nope… I’m just bare underneath.”

“As you know, bras aren’t like other clothes where you just go up a size. The cup size and band size are separate, so it’s hard to find your size just by going up one size. It takes a while.”

She pondered for a moment, then walked over to the table, pulled out a plain white T-shirt from the lower shelf, and handed it to me.

“Could you go to the fitting room and try this on?”

“Sure. I’ll change quickly and come back.”

I went into the fitting room, took off the hoodie, and put on the white T-shirt. Looking at the large mirror in the fitting room, my chest was practically bursting out of the shirt, with my pink nipples clearly visible, and the shirt had ridden up, exposing my pale stomach.

“Damn… I didn’t notice with the hoodie, but the wind’s blowing right through my stomach now.”

I poked my head out through the fitting room curtain and spoke.

“Hey, I’ve changed, but I didn’t wear any underwear, and the white shirt makes it a bit awkward to come out.”

Hearing this, she came to the fitting room with the measuring tape in hand.

“I’ll come in and measure you quickly.”

“Okay. But the white shirt makes it a bit embarrassing.”

“I should’ve thought of that. I should’ve given you a colored one.”

She stepped into the fitting room, smiled at me, and gestured for me to spread my arms by waving her own arms up and down.

She had short hair and was wearing a black office outfit, giving off a slightly cold, cat-like vibe, but her actions were more like a puppy, making her seem like a very obedient “dog-cat.”

As I raised my arms, she slipped the tape between them, wrapped it around once, measured twice, and then spoke in surprise.

“Wow… Customer. Usually, if someone has a large chest, it naturally sags, and there’s more flesh around the armpit area, but you have none of that?”

“Smooth.”

“Hmm… is that so?”

“Yeah, it’s like a character from a manga or game popped out. How can someone have such big breasts yet look like this? I’ve been running a women’s clothing store here for years, but I’ve never seen a customer like you.”

She was so excited, talking non-stop as if she had just visited a zoo for the first time, even though it wasn’t her own chest she was talking about.

“So… you mean it’s good?”

“Of course!! A bra is supposed to support the weight of the breasts, gather the side fat that spreads under the armpits, and make the silhouette look nice when wearing clothes. But you don’t need any of that at all—you could go without one!”

For every word I said, she poured out ten. I wondered if there was anyone else whose appearance and reality were this mismatched.

“Please wait a moment.”

She left the fitting room and came back with a black bra, handing it to me.

“Would you like to try this on?”

“Yes, I’ll try it. Thank you.”

“Normally, you’d have to lean forward and gather the side fat under the armpits when putting it on… but thinking about it, you don’t have any of that, so you can just put it on as is.”

The bra she brought me was a strapless one, which looked quite unique.

“Wait, doesn’t this usually have shoulder straps?”

“Even though your chest is so big, there’s no sagging or side fat at all. That’s why it’s strapless—you just wrap it around and wear it.”

As I struggled to hook the back, I finally gave up and hooked it from the side before twisting it back into place.

“I’m done. Could you take a look?”

She pushed the fitting room curtain aside, came in, and let out an exclamation.

“Wow… what kind of figure is this… I’ve never seen such beautiful breasts before. What do you call those dolls? Figures? You look like one.”

“Ah… haha, thank you.”

Despite my awkward, laughter-filled response, she ignored it and kept pouring out her thoughts.

“I was right. It suits you so well!”

“Without shoulder straps, the outfit looks even better. It would go well with off-shoulder tops too.”

“I thought lighter colors would suit you because of your bright hair, but your skin is so fair that black looks great on you too.”

Listening to her rapid-fire comments, my mind started to go numb.

Feeling like this would never end, I cut her off with a question.

“Um… but are bras usually this small in coverage?”

“With such beautiful breasts, it’d be a waste to hide them! I deliberately brought a 1/2 bra for you.”

Hearing her words, I looked in the mirror and saw the bra covering only the lower half of my ample chest, leaving the upper half and cleavage fully exposed.

Listening to her, it seemed like “1/2” referred to the coverage size of the bra.

‘At this point, shouldn’t this just be called a nipple cover or a bikini?’

In the meantime, she continued talking.

“Your band size is 65 with an H-cup, so it’d be good to keep that in mind.”

“Thank you. Can I buy this as a set with panties?”

“Of course! What color would you like?”

“Uh… just recommend something, and I’ll take about 10 sets.”

After hearing me, she measured the size around my hips and then excitedly ran out of the fitting room. She came back with nine sets in three colors: black, white, and light pink.

She seemed to have put thought into the design, bringing a variety of options.

“I don’t usually recommend pink to younger customers, but with your hair color, I think light pink would look amazing on you.”

Hearing her words, I held up the pink bra to my chest and thought it matched perfectly with my flowing hair.

“You said you were going to buy clothes too, right?”

“Yes, I’ll buy some.”

When I answered that I’d buy clothes, she started jumping up and down in excitement.

“Ahh! I’m so excited! Just thinking about dressing you up makes me so giddy. Haa… haa…”

“Uh… calm down.”

Seeing her excited gestures and hearing her heavy breathing, I wished she’d just act normal.

“How can I calm down in a situation like this!! With your shiny pink hair, big chest, fair skin, and figure… huff… huff…”

She didn’t seem like your average crazy person.

“How can I calm down when I get to dress up a doll-like person like you!”

“Uh, I think your true feelings are showing. I get it, so please calm down.”

Finally, she took a deep breath and calmed down a bit, then held up something in her hand.

“And this is a service gift for buying so much.”

It sounded like a familiar line, so I turned my head and saw her holding a string.

It was a thong that showcased a dual aesthetic—covered yet revealing.

‘This store really knows how to do business.’