episode_0015

“Hmm….”

I received a lot of clothes, but I don’t know what to wear exactly.

I’m meeting my sister again in a week, so I should dress nicely.

But I still don’t know what to wear.

I can’t possibly wear the skirt I wore last time.

They told me to wear a knit, but it looks nice, except it shows too much cleavage.

“Ung~”

As I keep taking out and putting back clothes, wasting time unnecessarily, my phone rings, and I run away from the vibration.

“Ugh. Why does this phone run away so well? Hello?”

[Hey, Jihye! I like stockings!]

“…What?”

[S. T. O. C. K. I. N. G!]

Where did the essence of the conversation go?

And stockings.

“I… don’t have stockings. And I have to wear them!?”

[Yes!]

Her sweet voice made me blush.

She always treats me like a pure girl, as if she only sees me as a woman.

That’s true… I should change like that, but…

“But I really don’t have stockings.”

[I think you do! Didn’t Sua buy tights?]

“…Yes?”

Once again, I was surprised and almost bit my tongue.

How does she know Sua?

“Oh. You didn’t know. Sua is my younger sister.”

“Oh… um…”

There were quite a few similarities.

They are indeed blood relatives.

“Anyway… um. Do you know how to wear stockings?”

“Oh, I have them. Yes, I know how to wear them.”

In the military, wearing tights was a rule.

Even though they were thin during the cold season, I thought they were useless, but everyone wore them, and the seniors guaranteed their effectiveness. They provided considerable warmth. While sleeping in a sleeping bag, my face was cold, but my legs were warm.

A female soldier… huh.

Yes! I don’t have to go to the reserve forces!

“Skirts are a must. Got it!?”

“Yes, I got it.”

Since she specifically mentioned the skirt, I should wear it.

The stockings felt quite thick when I touched them.

Aren’t they just tights? They seem to be the same thing since they are both called “tights.”

“Are these fleece tights stockings?”

“Yes, that’s right. They’re almost the same, but if stockings are thick, they’re tights. No… that means—”

Tights are unisex.

Stockings are for women. Among them, there are thin ones and thick ones. Among them, compression stockings exist. The stockings Sua bought are called fleece thermal stockings, similar in thickness and thermal effect to tights, but due to the compression effect, they shape the abdomen, provide a hip-up effect, make the thighs and legs look slimmer, and reduce swelling.

Additionally, they help with blood circulation, alleviate symptoms of swelling, bruising, pain, and aid in recovery, like a nurse would say.

Then I heard my sister’s rough breathing. Is this too much information or something?

“Ah, ha.”

It’s complicated. I understood, but I didn’t understand.

Isn’t it more comfortable, warm, and better to just wear jeans?

“Anyway, get ready! Since it’s late, send me the address, and I’ll come there.”

From the sound of the direction indicator turning on and the faint engine noise, it seems like she has a car.

“Yes, sister.”

After hanging up, I started with the stockings… no, tights.

Putting on the stockings up to my toes…

“Phew.”

To prevent the stockings from slipping down, they said to apply a moisturizer-like substance.

Although calling it a moisturizer sounds complicated, it’s just lotion. Or cream.

It’s like… When women apply five different cosmetics separately, men feel like they’re applying a combined product because it’s an all-in-one.

Cosmetic companies don’t always understand this contradictory behavior.

Squeezing out rolling lotion roughly and applying it from thigh to toe.

My skin is so pale and hairless that I feel like I belong in the category of humans. Like a doll, perhaps.

I think it’s pretty, but those are my legs.

Wow. Quite surprising.

I thought putting on stockings was not much different from tights.

“Gosh….”

It feels very tight as if pressure is not just a word thrown in for no reason.

It’s so tight that if I put in extra force, it feels like it might tear apart, so I can’t do this or that.

“…Ah.”

A picture is visible on the torn packaging.

When wearing normal stockings, you roll them up to your toes and then slowly pull them up while wriggling.

Tights were worn similarly, but this one is different. It’s said that it’s difficult to do it this way due to the pressure.

In other words, instead of wriggling at the toes…

“Uh. Ah~”

You turn it upside down and slowly pull it up from the toes.

That’s how the packaging works.

“Uh. Uh-huh….”

The tights don’t wrap up to the toes.

Strange.

As it goes up to the ankles somehow, it feels like something is forcibly holding onto my feet.

Here too, without using fingernails, gently progress from the ankle to the thigh.

The ankles and calves have become firm.

There seems to be a place where it overlaps, so I gently insert my hand inside and lift it out slightly.

“Oh….”

Both legs and overall have become thinner.

If someone were to kick my legs, they might break right away.

The feeling is firmer and warmer than tights.

It’s fun to gently stroke my thighs with my hands.

The top is a black fur collar jacket and a miniskirt.

Although it’s a miniskirt, it also has a belt, giving it a matching set vibe with the jacket.

“Mm… That’s good.”

Tucked the white t-shirt into the skirt, tightened the belt slightly, and put on the jacket.

When I draped the bag I bought last time over my shoulder, I felt truly feminine.

Yes. Feminine. Pretty.

For a first self-styled outfit, it felt decent enough, so I took a picture and headed out.

*

“Ah, I’m late~”

“I’m sorry. But… I’m ready.”

“Where, where. Oh… Looks nice.”

The touch that subtly entered the car caresses the thigh of the stocking.

“Ahem… Unnie!”

If it were a man doing what we did after meeting for a long time, it would have been considered socially inappropriate by now.

“Sorry, sorry. You looked so pretty.”

“Uh… I got it.”

The compliment made me feel exactly as it was meant to.

Why does a compliment from someone else feel so good?

Even though Lee Ji-woo wasn’t particularly handsome, I guess I felt half pleased back then, but I don’t think I’ve ever felt this overflowing joy from a compliment before.

Anyway, I don’t know. My body seems to like it. Hmm. Is it psychological?

“Where should we go? We were going to buy clothes, but… Su-a, this guy is lucky…!”

“To a cafe… or a park, or maybe just hang out… Oh. But we have to be back before 4. Hyung needs to cook dinner.”

“Um… How about a cafe?”

“Sounds good.”

Since my unnie says she gets full just by looking at me, going to a cafe with her wasn’t that bad.

*

“So, how did things progress with that older brother?”

“Oh… right….”

Despite the questioning tone resembling an interview, a major dilemma resurfaces.

“Ha… Uh…!!”

“Huh? Something on your mind?”

Hiding and pondering alone, unsure how to reveal it, feeling embarrassed to speak, but thinking that if she’s an older sister, she could at least offer some advice, she brought up this morning’s story.

“Hmm… It’s nice. I’m excited.”

“Please think about it seriously!”

“No, really. Because a guy makes you excited. And his clothes smelled really good, right?”

“…Yes.”

Even gathering her brother’s sweat scent on the diffuser was bearable.

“Well, it should be fine. Even though that person was surprised, there must be something mixed in with the confusion of emotions now, right?”

“What is that…?”

“Love?”

“Ugh.”

Her sister was full of fantasies.

She roughly cut a piece of cake with a fork and took a bite.

It seems they are good at cafe cakes here.

Yeah, they’re pretty good.

“Do you really not trust this sister?”

“Yes.”

“If a man and a woman live together and no romantic feelings arise, could they be homosexuals?”

“Um… My brother treats me as a man… I think…?”

He compliments her, takes care of her, and subtly looks away when he sees her bra, which is kind of cool…

“That’s unlikely.”

“Um… Yes. Anyway, there’s no problem, right?”

“Since it’s already like this, let’s tempt him!”

“…What!?”

What if she tempts him without even knowing his feelings?

“Show a little chest, sleep in the same bed, act a bit foxy, and see his reaction.”

“We did sleep together, but nothing happened.”

“…!?!?”

It was sudden, and it was my stubbornness that led to that, but my brother didn’t touch me.

I trusted him, and even if he did touch me… it seemed okay. Just slept deeply, and that was it. Nothing happened.

“Gay…?”

“I was married. So call me your stepbrother!”

“But you didn’t even touch this pretty, cute, lovely kid?”

As I carefully pondered my sister’s words, a sense of unease crept over me.

Oh, surely not.

“Then… get a little closer. Let’s start with ‘Oppa.’ Can you say ‘Oppa’ once?”

“Oh… Oppa…”

“Say it more from your heart. Your voice is undoubtedly the best, so if you adjust it slightly, it’ll sound beautiful, right?”

“Oh… Oppaaa…”

Emphasizing with a nasal tone.

For some reason, I feel a bit of regret for going through all this trouble.

“Wow, you’re pretty.”

Still, I should give this “Oppa” person a try, shouldn’t I?

Before liking someone, you should do some research.

Shall we… test it out?

“Sister… I like you.”

“…Do you love me? Should we date?”

“I like you as a friend. Why are you taking it that way? And why does it sound like a question?”

It seems to have gone down quite well.