As they stepped into the lingerie shop, surprisingly, none of the female staff came over to interrupt.
Maybe if Shichen hadn't been there, they would have.
Pretty tactful, really—knowing not to intrude when a "couple" is buying underwear.
Shichen gave the store an internal thumbs-up and decided he'd shop here in the future.
Only thing was, the clerks' eyes kept trailing them a bit too much—understandable, though: one guy with three girls who obviously looked like blood sisters. Anyone would be curious about the relationship dynamic.
Anyone who's been in a lingerie shop knows the rainbow of colors inside isn't actually that enticing. Since it's not on a body, the charm drops a lot. Even with mannequin displays, it's meh. Fake is fake—it can't compare to the real thing.
He glanced left and right over the racks—plenty of styles: cute basics, minimal-coverage pieces, lacey numbers, more… suggestive directions, and some truly oddball designs. Internally, though, he felt nothing. He'd seen lingerie on many truly gorgeous girls—their flawless skin, perfect figures, those exquisite lines… In that context lingerie is tempting. These pieces hanging in front of him? Not so much.
"NaNa, where exactly are you going?" Momo finally asked after tailing her for a while.
Since they came in, NaNa had just been walking and walking, never stopping—nothing like actually shopping.
"I—I'm just looking around…" NaNa said, stammering, without turning back.
"Is that your idea of browsing?"
"I—It's my first time in a place like this… and I don't even know what the underwear on this planet is like."
"Oh, come on, what's the difference? It's all basically the same as ours."
"That's…"
"Okay, stop here. Let's look at this wall; these designs are cute." Momo quickened her pace, grabbed NaNa by the shoulders, and halted her.
"…Fine." NaNa stopped with a sigh, sneaking a glance at Shichen—he wasn't even looking her way. Relieved, she suddenly had a weird thought.
Why wasn't he looking?
Did he not care what she'd pick? No expectations? Ugh, so shallow! What's so great about… size?!
"Brother-in-law, what do you think of these?" Momo had drifted back to Shichen's side.
"Why ask me? It's not for me. Pick what you like," he said evenly.
"That won't do—this is underwear. A man's opinion is the most direct," Momo countered.
"Lingerie isn't for men to look at. Comfort for the wearer matters most," he said.
"As expected of Brother-in-law—well said," Momo praised instantly.
NaNa shot him a surprised look. She hadn't expected that. Wouldn't a "normal" guy start drooling and making suggestions? That would be the usual.
"You two pick. I won't look," Shichen smiled and turned his back, all gentlemanly restraint.
"Ehh~ But it's fine if Brother-in-law sees," Momo chimed.
"Momo, what are you even saying!" NaNa glared.
"It's true—we're family. What's there to fuss about?"
"Brother-in-law isn't Big Sis! Let's hurry and pick something!" NaNa wasn't about to waste a precious back-turned moment; she tugged Momo away to the racks.
This shop really was thoughtful—each style had the full size run on display, so anyone lacking confidence didn't have to ask a clerk for help.
Being girls, NaNa and Momo were definitely interested in lingerie—especially on this planet. They began carefully choosing styles they liked.
"Shichen, I want to buy a bra too." Lala looked at the twins and couldn't help herself.
"You? Buying a bra? Seriously?" Shichen stared at her in disbelief.
"Rude~ What's that supposed to mean?" Lala swatted him playfully.
"I'm just surprised. You don't like wearing them," he laughed.
At home, Lala would quietly ditch hers; she hated the feeling—preferred nothing. She only wore one to school because Shichen insisted.
"I don't like wearing them… but you like them~" Lala murmured.
"Oh? For me, huh." He couldn't help grinning.
"Who else? Pick a set for me."
"Sure, but I want to put it on you myself."
"Eh? In the store…?"
"It's fine—I'll put up a privacy barrier." His voice dipped, teasing.
"Mmm…" She hesitated—and then nodded.
Just then, Momo and NaNa finished selecting and headed for the fitting rooms.
"Brother-in-law, Sis—please wait for us a bit," Momo said.
NaNa all but fled into a booth—her steps a little hurried.
"Okay."
Once they'd gone into the stalls, Shichen picked a set for Lala. With her slender-yet-shapely figure and rosy fair skin, any lingerie was just an accessory—mere accents. He chose something simple: white with lace trim—plain but perfect for Lala.
They ignored the staff's glances and walked to a fitting booth together. He chose one a little ways from the twins' stalls, and the two of them stepped inside.
The booth was roomy—plenty of space for two; maybe designed that way on purpose. Shichen checked: no surveillance, no cameras; then he set a barrier and began helping Lala change.
She was in her school uniform—easy enough for him by now. He quietly undressed her.
Lala bit her lip, face flushed, heart pounding—but she endured, letting him guide her. She turned her back to him, arms and legs lifting as directed. When everything finally came off, the little booth seemed wrapped in a pink glow.
She really was an alien—skin unbelievably delicate, rosy white with a luminous sheen, captivating and heady.
Shichen set her clothes aside and gently hugged her from behind.
"Shichen…?" Lala looked back at him.
"No rush to put it on. Let me see if anything's changed." He spoke softly.
"Changed?"
"You might have… developed."
"How could it be that fast—mm~" She tensed mid-sentence.
His fingers moved—to check "development."
Within seconds, Lala could barely stand. He didn't change the motion, just sat on the bench and drew her onto his lap, then covered her mouth so no sound slipped out.
In the booth, the soft, muffled noises wouldn't carry outside—not through his barrier.
…
Momo finished trying on her set; it felt perfect, so she stepped out.
"Brother-in-law—hm?"
She looked around—no sign of Shichen or her sister. They wouldn't just leave them behind, so she asked a clerk who discreetly pointed her to their stall.
Curiosity bubbling, Momo padded to the door of Lala and Shichen's fitting room. Outside, there wasn't a sound—but she was certain something was happening in there. No way they'd go in together for nothing. Sis was probably suppressing her voice.
Momo itched to know; she couldn't exactly barge in. And she couldn't see a thing from outside. She pressed her ear to the door to eavesdrop. Nothing.
That didn't make sense. There had to be some noise.
"Momo, what are you doing?" NaNa emerged in her set, saw Momo's suspicious pose, and walked over.
"Shh~" Momo held a finger to her lips.
"What are you doing?"
"Brother-in-law and Sis are in there."
"Oh, they're in—wait, huh?!" NaNa's face went red.
"Shh, keep it down."
"U-Um… Sis and he… are really in there?"
"Really."
"Then they're… doing…"
"What do you think?"
"This is a public place… Is that guy that desperate?"
"It is a lingerie store~"
"That's no excuse…"
"It means they're very loving."
"…Then what are you doing here? You're not trying to eavesdrop, are you?"
"I am curious… but I can't hear a thing." Momo sighed, frustrated.
"You can't hear anything? W-wait—you really wanted to listen? Seriously?"
"Just curious~"
"…"