Confession 3

Her heart feels like it’s about to burst.

Han Seoyeon couldn’t control the fluttering in her chest.

Even up until now, she had often gone out with Michaela.

To buy clothes.

To eat meals.

Once, she had received help beyond words.

To the extent that it wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say she was indebted for life.

At the same time, that was all there was to it.

Actions with romantic meaning were rare.

Even then, it was only Han Seoyeon’s one-sided gestures.

It was rare for Michaela to take the initiative and do something.

One-way unrequited love.

She had even been rejected before.

Maybe it would continue like this, just remaining friends.

Because love was only meaningful when it was mutual.

Of course, even if it was unrequited love, Han Seoyeon’s affection wouldn’t fade.

Because she was the one who fell in love first.

But if, not out of pity.

If someone appeared who Michaela truly felt affection for.

And if Han Seoyeon’s one-sided advances became a nuisance to Michaela, it would be painful, and her heart would ache terribly.

“Do you have a swimsuit?”

“…No.”

But this time, she didn’t need to feel that anxiety.

Michaela had suggested it first.

“Since we’re on the subject. Let’s go look right away.”

“…Okay.”

So proactively.

“Do you have a style you like?”

“Not particularly…”

“Then, I shall recommend one.”

It was a natural, if obvious, story.

Han Seoyeon didn’t have a swimsuit.

In her past life, she was a solitary orphan.

In this life, she lived in the Slums (슬럼가).

She had rarely been to places like swimming pools or beaches.

“Do you like bikinis?”

“Bikinis…!”

A swimsuit consisting of a bra-shaped top and panty-shaped bottom, covering only the breasts and important areas.

Source: Na■Wiki.

“Ah, that…!”

Just imagining it was dizzying.

Han Seoyeon shook her head vigorously.

“Ha. Haha, for a student to wear a bikini, wouldn’t that be a little, im, immoral…!”

It might be called a swimsuit, but it was essentially no different from underwear.

At least for Han Seoyeon, a TS beauty, there was little difference.

“Ah, I’m still a minor…!”

“Do you dislike it?”

To walk around a crowded swimming pool wearing something like that.

It wasn’t an easy task for Han Seoyeon.

“Well, if Senior wants, I could, wear it, but…”

“That’s a relief.”

Michaela smiled faintly and.

“Wear it.”

“─!”

Said in a calm voice.

It was a different reaction from what Han Seoyeon had expected.

Michaela had never forced anything on Han Seoyeon in any form.

“I want to see you in a bikini.”

At the same time, it was something she had been craving deep down.

A coercive request bordering on a command.

“Will you wear it?”

“…Y, Yes.”

In other words.

It was proof that Michaela felt that much attraction to Han Seoyeon.

“The color, red would suit you.”

“Okay. I’ll, go with red…”

Red.

It was embarrassing to wear, but if Senior wanted it, shame was a trivial matter.

“What about the size?”

“…I, don’t, really remember.”

When she lived in the Slums (슬럼가), she just wore whatever, regardless of size.

She had gone to look at underwear with Senior once, but she was so nervous then that the size itself didn’t register.

The underwear she received from Senior was high-end and expensive.

There was no separate size written on them.

“I, I’ll ask the staff to measure me!”

“No. There’s no need for that.”

Michaela took Han Seoyeon’s hand and.

“Senior…?”

“I will measure you.”

Click.

She went straight into the fitting room, locking the door, and.

“Ah, no! Wh, what do you mean…”

“Take it off.”

Take it off.

That’s what she said.

“Se, Senior…”

Han Seoyeon looked at her reflection in the fitting room mirror.

“Ah, that…!”

Her eyes wandered aimlessly.

Her face was burning as red as a ruby.

“This is, a bit…!”

“Do you find me less trustworthy than the store’s staff?”

“Th, that’s definitely not it…!”

“Then there’s no need to hesitate.”

“…”

“Take it off. Quickly.”

“…Okay.”

Pretending to be unable to resist the coercion.

Feigning reluctance as if she had no choice.

In reality, she was happier than anyone.

Struggling to suppress the corners of her mouth from rising.

“I’ll, take it off…”

Taking the coat off her shoulders.

Unbuttoning her school uniform one by one.

Loosening her tie.

Taking off her shirt and skirt in turn.

Finally, unhooking her bra.

Removing her panties from her body.

“I, took it all off…”

Arranging all the clothes she had been wearing neatly.

Han Seoyeon revealed her naked body, without a single thread.

“Your hands are in the way. Move them.”

“…I’m a little, embarrassed.”

“Move them.”

“…Okay.”

She lowers her arms and hands, which were covering a girl’s most precious parts.

“Closer.”

“…”

Following Michaela’s words, Han Seoyeon moves closer.

Just a slight movement makes her chest shake.

Her buttocks, without any covering, feel the cold.

It’s embarrassing.

She had never worn such an outfit even in the Slums (슬럼가).

Even more than embarrassment, it was ecstatic.

The person she loves is looking at her.

At this body, which she had carefully maintained in any environment.

Because the person she loves wants to.

“I’ll measure you. Don’t move.”

The person she loves was looking over her body, inch by inch.

“Haa…!”

It was a strange sensation.

Han Seoyeon tried hard to suppress a moan.

At this rate, it’s like.

‘I’m, like a pervert…’

Han Seoyeon believed she understood this situation objectively.

This was strictly for measuring swimsuit sizes.

Any further imagination was an undesirable delusion.

Besides, feeling embarrassed by this wasn’t like her usual self.

Normally, she had played even more extreme jokes.

She just hadn’t been looked at in a sexual way.

‘…Bu, but.’

Wanting to see her in a bikini.

Isn’t that kind of statement a foul play?

Of course, since it was Michaela, the intention was probably not sexual, but rather a wish for a cherished friend to enjoy the summer. Yet…

‘I can’t help but get my hopes up. With something like this.’

A loving girl couldn’t help but feel expectant and blush.

“…Indeed. You’re roughly the same as me.”

“I, Is it over? Then, can I put my clothes back on…”

“No.”

With such a gentle voice.

If she says something like that.

“You haven’t tried on the bikini yet.”

“…!”

Whoosh.

Her face heats up.

“Put your hands up.”

Michaela stated in a calm tone.

“I’ll put it on for you.”

Holding in her hands the red.

Thing that was no different from a piece of cloth.

“…Haa!”

It touches.

It was inevitable that it would touch.

Her precious parts, with her hand.

Was it a sigh caused by shame?

Or was it a moan that slipped out from joy?

Han Seoyeon didn’t know.

“Haa…!”

It’s a body that is undeniably attractive for a girl, but at the same time, it’s not without its inconveniences.

The large chest that obscures the lower field of vision, making it impossible to look down at the floor.

The buttocks that, with even a slight movement, would be swallowed by ordinary-sized underwear.

Sometimes she thought those parts were useless, but her hand was touching them.

Because the area was large.

She’s glad she was born with this body.

This body was definitely groomed for a time like this.

“It’s done.”

“Ah…”

The touch leaves.

Leaving behind a sense of regret within the shame, Han Seoyeon looked in the mirror.

“…That.”

Passionate red.

Matching her pure white skin, the reflection in the mirror looked like a gravure model.

“It suits you.”

It was still embarrassing to wear something like this.

But if Senior says it suits her.

“It’s my taste.”

“─!”

Her taste.

If she praises it that much.

Han Seoyeon was willing to wear anything.

“…Senior, what kind of swimsuit will you wear?”

It might be greedy, but she also thought it would be nice if Senior wore a swimsuit of her taste.

“Didn’t I just say it? We’re the same size.”

The answer was in the sentence.

“How about matching bikinis?”

“…I, I don’t have any energy left to be happy today.”

“It’s troublesome if you lose your energy with just this.”

Matching, bikinis.

She didn’t even have the strength to get excited anymore.

“Summer has only just begun.”

Even though summer had only just begun.

Michaela had hesitated until now.

Whether she was allowed to be involved with this kind girl.

She was merely a scabbard, a murderer, and a sinner who had hurt her precious comrades once.

…So she had made excuses.

She had deceived her feelings with such excuses, and couldn’t honestly approach the girl’s side.

It wouldn’t be like that anymore.

She couldn’t do that anymore.

The girl had shown her kindness.

She had given her unlimited love, one-sidedly.

A lonely person can live a lonely life forever.

But once you taste affection, you can never go back to loneliness.

Now, Michaela couldn’t go back to a life without the girl.

Michaela wouldn’t hesitate.

She wanted the girl.

‘It’s your fault…’

The responsibility lay with the girl.

It was the girl’s kindness that had made Michaela like this.