“I’m mad! I’m seriously mad this time! Kai-chan, you idiot!”

Rinka shouted at me while sulking on the couch, cheeks puffed out in anger. Her back was soaked with water thanks to my mop jab—though I’d wrung it out, it was still a mop, and with her wearing that light-colored polo shirt, the wet patch looked especially grimy.

Rinka was especially wary about cleanliness, so this had to be unbearable for her.

I genuinely hadn’t expected the person hiding behind the door to be her.

“I’m really sorry—but you didn’t say you were coming! And you didn’t even ring the doorbell!”

“I just wanted to surprise you! Is that so wrong?!”

She bared her teeth at me like an angry cat with its fur standing on end.

“Well, congratulations. You scared me half to death.”
I really thought it was a burglar.

“Stop talking! You’ve got some explaining to do—what’s with those papayas on your chest?! I thought you said divine stones don’t work on you! You’ve been lying to me all this time! Can’t you tell me anything honest?! You dumb—idiot—moron!!”

She got so worked up she started crying, lips quivering as the tears fell. I froze, totally unsure of what to do.

“I’m sorry… I really didn’t explain this properly...”

Words slipped out before I could think: “It didn’t work before, that’s true. But after I broke my leg, it suddenly did. I think… maybe the gods took pity on me and gave me a little blessing?”

She looked up at me, eyes watery. “Really?”

“Really!”

“So your leg healed after you turned into a girl?”

She glanced down at my right leg… then slowly let her gaze travel up, finally landing squarely on my… papayas. I mean, breasts.

“Kai-chan… your outfit is something else.”

I mean, it was just a button-down shirt that barely reached mid-thigh. I turned red the moment she pointed it out.

“I had to! I can’t fit into my own clothes!”

Her eyes lingered at my chest with such obvious envy that it was hard to ignore.

“I always thought you had feminine features, but now that you’re a girl, nothing feels out of place—not even your voice has changed much.
But you can’t keep going like this! With boobs that big, if you don’t wear a bra, they’ll start sagging, and trust me, it won’t be pretty.”

As she spoke, she lunged forward to grab my boobs. Of course I dodged—there’s no way I’d let her get away with that!

“What are you getting shy for?! It’s not like you’ll lose a piece of yourself! You’re even bigger than Sis Xi, maybe even an E-cup!”

I mean, I knew they were big, but… E-cup?! That’s past the legendary 36D range!

Still, I wasn’t about to let her win that easily. I shot back, “If it’s no big deal, then why don’t I get to touch yours?”

To my surprise, Rinka blushed and held her face coyly. “If you really want to… I wouldn’t stop you. You’re a girl right now too, after all.”

“Seriously? I mean, I’m gonna change back later…”

Then she added, “But touching mine would feel about the same as touching your own kneecaps.”

…That was unexpectedly bleak.

“Okay, okay, enough. I’ll be back to normal by tonight, so it’s not like one day without a bra is going to destroy my figure.”
I waved her off, then pointed to the wet patch on her back. “Why don’t you take a quick shower? You can wear something of mine afterward.”

We didn’t have a fancy dryer that’d finish in thirty minutes, so her wet shirt was going to be a problem. She could borrow something of mine to get by. I did have Xiao Lei’s clothes tucked in my closet too, but pulling those out would be way too hard to explain.

Flat-chested girls really have it easy… I don’t even have anything that fits anymore.

“Kai-chan’s clothes? Guess I’ll take a quick rinse, then.”

“I’ll go grab something comfy for you. Just hang tight.”

I ran upstairs to get a loose T-shirt. Since my real body was still resting in the bedroom, I couldn’t let her use the bathroom there—thankfully the downstairs one had a shower, so I sent her that way.

When I came back with a towel and clothes, Rinka was sprawled on the couch on her phone. The moment she saw me, she clutched her phone like it was top secret. Which only made me more suspicious.

She didn’t hang up until after I returned. I asked, “Who were you talking to?”

“Sis Fei. I asked her to come over.”

Fei knew the area well—after all, she’d run her street stall by the village entrance for ages.

“Wait, you called Sis Fei here just to bring you clothes?”

Fei was someone who took her studies seriously, maybe to make up for regrets in her last life. She was probably buried in textbooks right now. Dragging her out over something minor felt wrong.

“I called her for your sake, duh! You’ll probably fit into her clothes, so I asked her to bring a couple sets.”

Then she pointed at my chest again, voice stern:
“Even if it’s just for one day, you cannot keep dressing like some kind of exhibitionist perv.”

I mean, this is my house! Why is she policing my outfit?! Jealousy. Pure, unfiltered jealousy.

Rinka took the shirt and headed for the shower. Water started running a moment later, and the mop she had smacked me with earlier quietly returned to its natural habitat—yes, I began mopping the floor.

I think Rinka and I had very different definitions of “quick shower,” because half an hour passed and she still hadn’t come out. I’d already finished mopping, and I was starting to worry about the water bill. Still, I couldn’t say anything. All the utilities at the secret base were on her tab, after all.

The doorbell rang. I peeked through the peephole and saw Fei, so I hurried to open the door.

She wore a dark blue floral satin dress today, looking far more mature than a 17-year-old high school girl should. Her inky black hair fell in a shimmering curtain down to her ankles, like a cascade of silk. Under the sunlight, she didn’t even look real—more like something from a myth.

I stood frozen in the doorway, staring.

“…You gonna let me in?”

There was a sheen of sweat on her forehead, dampening her bangs and making them stick to her skin.

“Ah—right! Please, come in!”
I stepped aside awkwardly and gave a little bow.

In one hand, she carried a handbag—probably full of clothes. In the other, several plastic bags packed with groceries. I spotted celery, yam, some kind of meat I couldn’t identify, and a heavy plastic seafood bag.

As she stepped inside and took off her shoes, I blurted out something obvious. “Sis Fei… are you here to cook?”

She glanced back at me with a blank expression. Her eyes flicked down to my chest, her brow twitching ever so slightly. Without a word, she shoved the handbag into my arms.

“Change into this. I’ll make lunch.”

She said it like a commanding officer issuing orders.

“Yes, ma’am!”

Lunch, huh…? My real body had instant noodles around 10, and this clone didn’t feel hungry at all. I could probably burp right now. But telling her that felt like it would ruin the mood.

Fei marched into the kitchen with her groceries—it had officially become her battlefield. Meanwhile, Rinka was still in the downstairs bathroom.

I unzipped the handbag and dumped the contents onto the couch: a bundle of black clothes and a plastic packaging bag.

Of course, the bag had a bra and panties inside. The set Fei had brought me was brand-new—white and pink, tags still attached.

I flipped over the price tag.
Suggested Retail: ¥679.

…What the hell?! 679?! For real?!

My hand trembled as I gingerly put the bra back in the bag.

The dress, though—I recognized it. It was the one Fei wore when I first met her at the bookstore. Sleeveless with a small V-neck and ruffled hem. The black fabric paired perfectly with her long, jet-black hair. Super elegant.

I thought about going upstairs to change, but if Rinka came up and saw my real body, that’d be a disaster. So I just stripped right there in the living room.

My chest bounced free in the open air, but I felt oddly zen about it. It’s like when a guy stares at his own Armstrong Cannon—no dirty thoughts, just inner peace. I’d gotten used to this body already. Seen it, touched it, nothing new.

I thought I could throw on the dress like a T-shirt—slip it on from below—but the waist was fitted, and the fabric got stuck at my chest.

After fiddling with it for a while, I realized: oh. This is one of those dresses. You have to step in, pull it up, and then zip from the back.

The fit was still ok, but now I had another problem.

My arms just didn’t bend that way. No matter how hard I twisted, I couldn’t reach the zipper on my back.

Now what?