Chapter 32: The Locker Room

"Is that so? Then I'll be leaving. You can change by yourself."

"Wait..."

Rena Sakura froze for a moment. Seeing Kitahara heading for the exit without a hint of hesitation, she quickly rushed over and grabbed his arm. "I'm sorry, that's not what I meant just now..."

"Whether it was or wasn't, it doesn't matter anymore. I feel like you're keeping me at a distance, Sakura-san," Kitahara said, his expression impassive. "Since you feel like such a stranger, I'll head out now and wait until you're done shopping."

"Ah..."

Rena was truly panicked now. How could she possibly afford all this? If she picked out so many clothes and didn't buy a single one, the shop assistants would surely laugh at her!

"Please, listen to me, Yoki-kun..."

"I really wasn't trying to distance myself. I'm just young, so I felt a bit embarrassed..."

Rena said, looking aggrieved. She tilted her face up, and seeing that no one was around, she stood on her tiptoes and lightly kissed Kitahara on the cheek. "My body and soul will be yours sooner or later. Can't you be a little more patient?"

Kitahara's tone softened slightly. "If you have that kind of resolve, that is naturally a good thing."

Kitahara tapped his cheek. Understanding her role, Rena stood on her tiptoes again, her eyes hazy, and pressed a soft kiss to the spot. It was a fleeting, dragonfly-on-water touch. Like a young girl in her first love, she blushed as she retracted her feet.

"Good girl."

Kitahara nodded with satisfaction. He reached out to stroke her cheek, then let his hand slide down, all the way to Rena's "big argument." Rena bit her lip, tilting her head back pitifully, her eyes glistening with moisture like a bullied rabbit. She didn't say a word, simply closing her eyes. In the quiet fitting room, only the sound of shallow breathing could be heard. Perhaps the air conditioning was too strong, but her face was flushed a deep red.

If one ignored her true nature, she really was an obedient girl.

A flash of regret crossed Kitahara's eyes, and he pulled his hand back. There was a milky scent. Women who haven't fully entered society don't use much perfume; this was closer to her natural scent.

Kitahara touched his chin with one hand. "What is your size?"

Rena hurriedly rattled off her measurements.

"What's your cup size? Don't give me those technical details; I don't understand them," Kitahara said.

"..."

Rena was speechless for a moment. Didn't measurements include the bust? But he was the one paying, so she had nothing to complain about.

"If it helps you understand, it's about an E-cup," Rena explained.

That was undoubtedly a massive bust. Kitahara hadn't been able to tell; Rena looked so thin and petite, yet she had such proportions.

Hmm... the timing wasn't right today. Kitahara temporarily shelved the thought.

She muttered, her lips trembling slightly. "So... should I still change?"

"That blue dress from the beginning was quite nice," Kitahara said.

"Yes, yes." Rena nodded frantically. "I think so too, it suits me best."

That pale blue dress seemed tailor-made for her. Rena had dreamed of having it, but at a price of 600,000 yen, she could never afford it. Unless she sold her body, and even then, it would take a week of grueling work to earn that much—it simply wasn't worth it. It was better to please Kitahara and let him foot the bill.

He poked his head out of the door. "Bring that blue one, but a size larger."

The shop assistant glanced at Rena, noticing her confusion, but since she remained silent, she went to fetch it.

Rena looked at him pitifully. "Yoki-kun, why pick a larger size? It won't fit well."

Kitahara muttered to himself, "I think it would look better if it were a bit loose... wearing certain things can accentuate the shape, but not wearing them creates more of a psychological thrill."

"What do you think, Sakura-san?"

Rena bit her lip. This scumbag certainly had twisted tastes! She understood his implication: he didn't want her to wear a bra while walking down the street... That dress was quite revealing; if she really didn't wear a bra, a gust of wind would expose everything.

Rena gripped her school uniform tightly, her eyes filled with reluctance. Her body was reserved for those with money and power... how could she let those commoners see it?

Rena quickly interjected, "Think about it, Yoki-kun. You can see, but others can too. My body belongs to you, for now." Her voice was filled with resentment. "Do you really want me to be seen by everyone?"

That was impossible. Kitahara had no intention of being cuckolded, though Rena wasn't exactly his girlfriend... He thought about it and realized this PUA tactic wasn't ideal. While embarrassing Rena on the street was a form of control, it wasn't a