episode_0179

When I returned to my hometown with the kids, Sangki immediately asked me, “What happened?” but I brushed it off. I just mentioned that there was a little disagreement, but it was resolved, and as I walked in, Dajun muttered, “Aunt Park is fierce…” which made me feel uneasy, so I just waved him off. Then, after having a late lunch that crossed into the afternoon, Dayoung and Dasol showed me the clothes they had picked out and put in the shopping cart.

“Wow… how are you going to wear these clothes? Did you only pick out young ones? I wish you would consider your mom’s age a bit.”

There were quite a lot of designs that were a bit, no, very unfamiliar. For example, there was a set of clothes with a design called a bolero crop cardigan? and a top in a form I had never seen before, which, at first glance, was just a two-piece top, but it had the unique feature of deeply plunging in the chest area, giving the impression of showing off the collarbone. The outfit, as worn by the models in the online store, was very stylish and pretty, but just the thought of me wearing it already made me dizzy.

“Hmm, really? Well, with Aunt’s chest size, it might be a bit revealing when you wear those.”

It wouldn’t just be a bit revealing, it would be very revealing. Of course, the chest itself is pretty and nothing strange, but it’s a fact that it’s a bit hesitant to show it off from a personal perspective. I even thought, was this outfit meant to be worn outside?

“Isn’t this something you wear for cosplay? Do you have friends who actually wear these kinds of clothes?”

I asked Daun, who is a college student.

“Um… I haven’t seen it among my friends, but I’ve seen it occasionally on the street.”

Although my daily routine these days consisted of work, home, and the fitness center, it seems that you can see people wearing those kinds of clothes when you go to the city or a busy area.

But it’s a bit uncomfortable…

“Mom, honestly, I think the micro-look you wear every day is much more challenging.”

“Huh? Why? It covers the whole body, right? Where?”

-Thunk!

Dayoung, now with her forehead flick becoming her trademark pose, said.

“It only covers the body, but it reveals more of the body shape, and you can even see the underwear through the thin fabric!”

“So, let’s just buy thicker ones…”

“If it’s your body shape, honestly, it’s not really covered, right?!”

Oh, really? Well… I’m comfortable with it, but from now on, let’s be a bit more cautious… no, let’s just buy thicker micro-looks. Yeah.

“Ugh, that darn micro-look.”

Well… a micro-look is a micro-look. Yeah. I even thought it had become my identity.

“I kind of want to see Aunt’s micro-look.”

When Dasol said that, Dayoung immediately opened her phone gallery and showed the pictures.

“Wow, it suits her well. Wow… it’s the epitome of a micro-look.”

“Show me too.”

As Daun tilted his head in curiosity, Dayoung pulled her phone back.

“Don’t look, oppa! If you see this kind of thing, your standards will only get higher, and you won’t even notice the girls around you.”

“Oh, where’s that?”

But eventually, after looking at the picture.

“Oh man. I shouldn’t have looked.”

“Right? It’s easier to just think of her as a fashion model. She’s not someone you can reach out and touch.”

-Thud.

At that moment, Daun reached out his hand, as big as a pot lid, and put it on my shoulder.

“Can’t touch?”

Well, even if he said that, since it’s family, we were within arm’s reach.

“It’s just a figure of speech. Just words.”

With my head tilted to the side, I once again showed the basket to them, revealing various items such as mini skirts, leather skirts, and tennis skirts. I honestly didn’t have the confidence to wear such items and asked them to be removed, but for Dayoung, my opinion didn’t matter. Besides, Dasol also seemed hesitant, you see.

“Uncle, oh, no. Aunt! Why aren’t you using that great figure of yours? If I were to transform into a man who resembles you, I would definitely challenge all sorts of fashion.”

“Well, is it because it’s a waste?”

“No, but… yesterday, you wore hot pants and a shirt, and I try different things in my own way…”

Honestly, I didn’t have much interest in fashion itself. I was satisfied as long as the clothes were comfortable to wear, and that feeling made it even more so.

Moreover, considering my social status and my age of 39, I couldn’t help but feel burdened by wearing such youthful fashion. It was just uncomfortable.

“Mom, isn’t it difficult to wear something like this for the first time? Once you wear it, you’ll find it more comfortable and start looking for it more often, right? But you didn’t just put extremely burdensome things in there.”

As Dayoung said, about one-third of the clothes I found burdensome, and the rest were mostly loose-fitting clothes with a hip vibe or casual autumn clothes.

What I found somewhat appealing were the thick loose-fit cardigans and hoodies that didn’t accentuate the body. After all, having the body stand out was noticeable, and I wanted to avoid that, so I welcomed such clothes.

“Hmm. This is quite nice.”

“Right? I made sure to include things that Mom would like.”

“Yes, thank you.”

I said, patting Dayoung’s head.

“Hmm…”

Dasol frowned slightly, looking at us as if something was bothering her.

“Why?”

“Well, last New Year’s, you and Dayoung were so distant, but now you look like a real mother and daughter. Regardless of Uncle becoming Aunt, I guess I’m just not used to it.”

“Oh, I see.”

Well, the improvement in my relationship with my two children, including Dayoung and Davin, had only been a few months. Now, we were naturally showing affection and Dayoung was approaching me without hesitation, but just half a year ago when I was still a man, we had a distant relationship like any other patriarchal family.

So it was understandable for Dasol to see our relationship that way.

“But it’s nice to see. Hehe.”

“Yes, thank you. Hehe.”

“But Aunt.”

“Yes?”

“Isn’t it heavy?”

I was puzzled for a moment, but when I saw Dasol’s gaze, I understood.

“This?”

I asked, now familiar with my chest.

“Yes. What size…?”

“70 I cup.”

“Eek!!”

Honestly, it’s heavy. It can’t help but be heavy. Thanks to exercise, I can endure it, but my shoulders are still stiff.

“And you, Dayoung?”

“Me? 65D.”

“Ah, I’m envious.”

“What about you, Unnie?”

Dayoung asked, looking at Dasol’s chest. How can my daughter be so cruel?

“Hey, who are you teasing right now?”

“No, I’m really curious.”

“A…”

“60?”

“Yes.”

“I see.”

Dayoung made a mischievous expression as she looked at Dasol’s chest, so I glared at Dayoung, trying to give her a hint.

“But, even though it’s a full A cup! I’m still growing, so I’ll soon reach a B cup.”

“Unnie, A should be full to be A. Don’t attach meaningless A.”

Wow… That was harsh.

Dasol’s mental state, I mean.

No, how can someone be so cruel?

“Mom, mom!”

Dasol ran out of the room with a wounded heart, and I started to scold Dayoung. Then I immediately went to the living room to apologize to Dasol and her parents, but my sister-in-law’s cold gaze towards me felt far from okay, even though she said it was fine with her mouth.

“I’m sorry, sister-in-law.”

“I-it’s fine… Brother-in-law, hmph!”

“Hey, how can you say such cruel things…”

“Sorry. It wasn’t me, but I must have raised my child wrong.”

“Well, it’s not like you didn’t say anything.”

“What?! Are you saying my chest is small right now?”

When my sister-in-law shouted, Donghyun awkwardly raised his hand.

“Oh, no. I didn’t mean that…”

“If not that, then what?”

“Yeah, Dad, that’s mean!”

Donghyun glared at me for no reason, but I just turned my head and avoided him.

Brother, sorry. But I have to live too.

Leaving behind the struggle in my heart with Donghyun’s family for a while, I went back to my room.

“Dayoung, you should go out and apologize to your sister too. She seems really hurt.”

“Oh, yeah. I think I was a bit harsh this time.”

Didn’t they say that those who have never experienced something can’t understand the feelings of those who have? I may not be able to empathize at all since what was never there suddenly appeared, but honestly, men also compare sizes down there, so I guess I’m not completely clueless.

Huh? How was I?

Look at my chest. Even when I was a man… well, yeah. If I were to replace my chest with a man’s, it should be almost like a black person’s. Yeah. Let’s go with that. It’s not like it can be confirmed now anyway.