Shana stood with her arms crossed in front of a luxurious boutique in OPA's shopping mall, her wooden heels tapping impatiently against the floor. The sharp sound made the female staff uneasy, unsure of what exactly this customer wanted—or why she looked so displeased.
But while the employees were nervous, the male customers around couldn't take their eyes off Shana. Their hungry, lustful stares followed her every move. The way her short, body-hugging dress clung to her perfect curves—curves more precise than any math equation—made several pairs of pants noticeably tighten. They wondered why a beauty like her was standing there alone. Was she really by herself?
That fantasy shattered the moment Duyen rushed over to her side.
The female clerk froze when a tall, model-like tomboy appeared beside Shana. Her cheeks flushed with excitement before she quickly bowed her head out of professionalism.
"Welcome, to our luxury boutique," she greeted smoothly. "Each of our pieces is carefully selected to highlight elegance and prestige for any event you may be attending. May I ask—are you looking for something to wear yourself, or perhaps a gift for someone else?"
"Uh, I…"
Duyen hesitated, stealing a glance at Shana. Obviously, Shana was the one holding the purse strings, not her, and it felt awkward to speak up. But Shana deliberately avoided her gaze, still sulking.
Meanwhile, the clerk seemed fixated on Duyen, admiration glimmering in her eyes, cheeks flushed red. Duyen is definitely her type. She clearly didn't expect Shana to be the wealthier one. Duyen sighed and forced herself to speak, embarrassed.
"I… I'll be attending a college reunion party, but I don't know what to wear. Could you… advise me?"
"Of course!"
the clerk answered a little too eagerly.
"Please step inside and let us take your measurements and suggest styles. May I ask, when is this party?"
"This Thursday…"
"Oh, so soon? That's tight, but don't worry—we'll make sure it's ready on time. Would you stand here so we can begin measuring?"
Duyen nodded shyly. Two other clerks came over with measuring tapes. But the moment they saw Duyen up close, they froze in awe.
God, how could someone look this… handsome?
They exchanged sly glances and grins, then began circling her. One measured her legs, the other her shoulders, both overly excited. Their hands lingered longer than necessary, brushing against her thighs and shoulders in ways that made Duyen squirm uncomfortably.
Shana, however, noticed everything—their not-so-subtle desire.
"My, such long, beautiful legs…" one clerk murmured. "I wouldn't be surprised if you were a model..."
"A-ah, thank you…" Duyen gave a stiff, embarrassed smile, clearly aware their hands were doing more than just measuring. She could feel their naughty fingers going further than necessary especially her inner thighs.
A cracking sound was heard, too small to be noticed.
Shana's heels clacked against the floor as she marched forward, her presence icy and territorial. She tapped a clerk on the shoulder, making the woman shiver. When the clerk turned, she was met with Shana's stunning face—smiling, but with an unsettling sharpness.
"Hey, lovely~ Don't you think you've gone a little too far?"
The clerk's face paled.
"I—I…"
Shana's smile vanished. "Hand me the tape."
"Uh?"
Before the clerk could react, Shana snatched the measuring tape from her, then shoved the other clerk aside violently without hesitation. The entire boutique froze in stunned silence. Duyen let out a tiny sigh of relief—until Shana suddenly lifted her arms.
Without looking at her, Shana began taking her measurements herself, voice cold and firm.
"Arm span, shoulder to wrist—60 centimeters."
"H-huh?"
Shana's eyes narrowed.
"I said sixty. Write it down. Are your ears just decoration!?"
"Y-yes!" the clerk squeaked, scrambling for a notebook.
Even Duyen felt a little scared. She'd never seen Shana snap like this before.
"Shoulders, 40 centimeters."
Shana wrapped the tape around Duyen's chest, stepping in front of her. Duyen blushed, frozen in place, as Shana continued matter-of-factly.
"Bust, 84 centimeters..."
Their eyes met for just a second, Shana smirking faintly at Duyen's flustered expression. She bent lower.
"Waist... 60 centimeters."
Her face was dangerously close to Duyen's hips now, Shana breath uneven, though she held herself back.
"Hips, 80 centimeters…"
Her hand traced lightly down Duyen's long legs, even through the jeans. Duyen's face burned crimson, too embarrassed to look down.
"Legs, 92 centimeters…"
The air inside the boutique thickened, charged. Customers and staff alike stopped what they were doing, captivated by Shana's every move. She didn't need magic or tricks, or do any sexually suggestive acts—her voice alone made throats tighten and hearts race.
"Crotch to ankle… 84 centimeters."
Duyen shut her eyes tightly. God, let this end. But… a part of her didn't want it to.
When she peeked, Shana was already standing in front of her, flashing a sly grin. She cupped Duyen's cheek.
"All done, dummy~"
"H-huh? Oh… already?"
Duyen exhaled in relief. Or was it disappointment? She wasn't sure. Her heart pounded violently in her chest.
Shana turned and glared at the clerk who had been sneaking glances at Duyen.
"What are you staring at? Did you write everything down?"
"Yes, yes ma'am!"
Satisfied, Shana scoffed and moved on with Duyen to choose fabric for her suit.
Later, at the counter, the clerk bowed deeply.
"I sincerely apologize for my unprofessional behavior earlier. I didn't realize… you two were a couple."
"…A couple?" Shana murmured, her cheeks tinting pink. She twirled a lock of her wavy red hair, secretly pleased.
"Well… maybe not a couple exactly, but we're—"
"We're not a couple,"
Duyen interrupted with a laugh, waving her hand dismissively.
"…What?"
Shana's eyes widened, disbelief flashing across her face. The clerk even flinched at the sudden shift in Shana's aura. But dummy Duyen at this time did not realize.
Shana abruptly pulled her arm away from Duyen and slammed her black Amex card on the counter.
"Charge it. Now!"
The clerk nearly dropped the card in fright, not even realizing it was a black card. Shana snatched it back, fixing Duyen with a cold stare.
"Not a couple, huh?" she spat before storming off.
"Shana, wait!"
Duyen ran after her, grabbing her hand. But Shana yanked it free, her voice breaking into a furious shout.
"Why are you chasing me? Go back to your precious Mina! Have her pay for that damn suit! She's rich enough—why do you even need me!?"
Duyen winced. Not this again. "Shana, how many times do I have to say it? Mina and I are not like that—"
"Don't lie to me!"
Shana laughed bitterly. "You only say that because she's married now. If she wasn't—don't tell me you wouldn't run straight back to her! YOU'RE GOING BACK TO HER RIGHT AWAY!"
"Shana, calm down—"
But Shana shoved her away and disappeared into the bustling crowd, her heels clicking as Duyen desperately tried to follow. Soon, the noise of the mall swallowed Duyen's voice.
Shana stopped, breathless. Her chest ached. Why did it hurt this much? Did she really… have feelings for Duyen?
Shana could no longer hear Duyen calling her name. She looked back in panic and found herself lost in the bustling shopping mall. There were too many voices mixed together here, making it impossible for Shana to hear Duyen. An uneasiness flooded inside Shana, but then sadness filled it.
That's right.
Why did she have to try so hard... After all, the person she liked... Wasn't me...
Her thoughts were cut off when two men in suits stepped into her path, eyes gleaming with lust.
Shana's expression hardened. She knew exactly what they wanted. Part of her wanted to resist, but another part… felt tired of fighting.
Just a few men. Before or after, no difference...
Their rough hands reached for her—
"Let her go!"
That was the voice she'd been waiting for.
Duyen burst through the crowd, panting hard, eyes blazing with determination. She grabbed Shana's hand, yanking her away from the men. Shana's face flushed, following Duyen instinctively like it was the most natural thing in the world.
One of the men sneered.
"Hey, aren't you that tomboy from the boutique earlier? Didn't you say you weren't a couple? Then why butt in?"
Shana's heart sank. He was one of the customers from before. She almost let go of Duyen's hand—
But Duyen's voice cut through, bold and clear.
"Who said we're not a couple!?"
Duyen pulled Shana into her arms, face burning red.
"She's m.. ma..My girlfriend!"
Shana's blue eyes widened in shock. Did she really just say that? Her heart raced uncontrollably. Even if it was just to protect her, hearing it still made her tremble inside.
The man scowled.
"You're lying!"
"It's the truth! And you two—approaching a woman alone with shady intentions? Leave before I call the cops!"
The men stammered. "Hey hey! W-we were just asking her out! She didn't say no, so—"
Duyen clenched her fist, ready to swing—but Shana stepped in first.
She just flashed a dazzling, seductive smile. The men froze, smirking stupidly at her beauty—
Shana suddenly screamed
"HELP! THESE TWO PERVERTS HAVE HIDDEN CAMERAS IN THEIR BAGS TO RECORD WOMEN!"
"What!?"
The crowd instantly swarmed them. Security rushed in.
"Hand over your bags for inspection!"
"Wait! Don't believe that lying woman! She's—"
But when they turned around, Shana and Duyen were already gone, Shana dragging her by the hand, grinning like the sun had come back just for her.
Later, The police didn't find it in their bags, but did find hidden spy cameras—tiny ones embedded in the men's wristwatches, diameter is only smaller than the tip of a ballpoint pen. Both were arrested. By 7 p.m., the incident was already a news headline, warning the public about micro spy cameras.
Coincidence? Maybe
But that's another story.