My girlfriend is actually myself.

Chapter 14 What do you take me for?

Back when he was reincarnated into this world, Shiraishi Saku had already set the tone for this second life: dating was out of the question; it would be too much of a waste of time, energy, and life.

His plan was to study and live a normal life, get into a decent school, study for ten years or so, save up enough money, find a free side job, and then quit his job to enjoy life.

In his previous life, he worked hard all his life, but was trapped by his parents in the first half and by his family in the second half, and was unable to enjoy anything. If he were to live that kind of life again in this life, wouldn't it be a waste of his time travel?

Moreover, now that he has a teenage body, he can even play two-player games by himself, so he doesn't need a troublesome girlfriend at all.

Therefore, whether it's Airi Asakura or something else, it has nothing to do with him.

"What a waste!" In the classroom, Inokai Kaito and Tanaka Shota exclaimed in unison.

In Shiraishi Saku's view, they are the ones wasting their lives. Japan's persistently high infidelity rate is a stark declaration of tragedy.

There were only two classes in the afternoon. After the school bell rang, Shiraishi Shuo packed his schoolbag and walked quickly out of the classroom.

A voice called out to him from the shoe cabinet on the first floor.

"Shiraishi-san," it was Airi Asakura who spoke, "are you free afterwards?"

"I have to go home, so I don't have time," Shiraishi Saku replied casually.

"Well, there's nothing I can do about it. I was going to ask if you wanted to go to karaoke," Airi Asakura waved her hand. "Bye-bye."

Shiraishi Saku nodded, changed into outdoor shoes, and left the school.

Back home, he met up with the girl. Sakura Nene wasn't home; she was probably out shopping with her girlfriends.

Yukimiya Natsune had already prepared everything she needed for going out at home: a wallet and a monthly subway pass for two people, and another one for her younger sister.

Besides that, there's also Shiraishi Saku's clothes. He's currently wearing a school uniform suit, which would be too conspicuous for him to wear while shopping.

Shiraishi Saku raised his hand, and Yukimiya Natsume took off his clothes, put on a T-shirt and casual pants, and draped a coat over him.

Finally, squatting down, she helped Shiraishi Saku tie the waistband of his casual pants, and then Yukimiya Natsume picked up a bra from the side and handed it to him.

Going out without a vacuum is impossible; let's squeeze in first.

This purple bra is the largest one my mother owns. It's a front-fastening bra, which is easier to wear than a back-fastening one—provided the size is right.

When the size is not right, there is not much difference between front and back buckles.

She opened her arms, letting Shiraishi Shuo do the work, pressing the twin mountains inside and buttoning them up.

"It's too tight," commented Yukimiya Natsune.

"Bear with it." Shiraishi Shuo helped her put on her white dress and draped a cardigan over her shoulders.

The two walked out of their house and strolled side by side down the street. It was a residential area, and it was school dismissal time; many students passed by, glancing at them frequently.

Yukimiya Natsune's blonde hair shimmered in the sunlight, and her cheeks, as white as porcelain, attracted the attention of many.

Shiraishi Saku noticed that several boys had stopped and looked hesitant.

This is about considering whether or not to approach someone. Corresponding to Japan's persistently high infidelity rate is its unique culture of approaching people.

Shiraishi Saku didn't want to get into trouble; she was still him even in her girlish form, and being approached by men was too much of a nightmare.

He turned to look at the girl beside him.

The young girl, Yukimiya Natsune, raised her hand and took Shiraishi Saku's arm.

Regret flashed through those prying eyes; Shiraishi Saku felt countless hostile gazes.

Once inside the subway, the number of stares multiplied several times over.

Shiraishi Saku's feelings were complicated. These gazes were jealous of him and his closeness, but the feel of his arm was quite nice, even through the ill-fitting bra.

Three stops later, they exited the subway and arrived at the nearest large shopping mall.

Since you're going to buy bras, buy a lot at once to avoid having to come back later.

The clothing store is on the third floor of the mall, and the lingerie stores are mostly clustered together. Because it was a weekday, there were very few customers, and the female shop assistants were very attentive.

They randomly entered a shop that looked appealing, and before Shiraishi Shuo could even speak, the shop assistant, as if understanding their intentions, led them to the innermost area.

Looking at the semi-transparent lace dress on the model, Shiraishi Saku fell silent for a moment.

Who does this shop assistant think she is?!

Although these clothes are quite nice.

Yukimiya Natsune corrected, "Ordinary is fine."

"Oh, I'm sorry." The clerk hurriedly apologized and led the two back to the normal area.

Following her own preferences, or rather, following Shiraishi Saku's preferences, Yukimiya Natsumi chose a few ordinary styles and entered the fitting room with the sizes recommended by the shop assistant.

Shiraishi Shuo leaned against the outside, and after a moment said to the shop assistant, "They're all too small."

The shop assistant was taken aback. After a moment, she realized that the boy was saying that the sizes she had recommended to the girl were all too small.

But the girl was still in the changing room, how did the boy know the size was too small?

Moreover, she has worked in the store for six years. She can tell what size a customer is just by looking at them. Considering the possibility of error, she took two other adjacent sizes. How could there be a problem?

Before she could answer, the girl walked out of the dressing room: "They're all too small."

The saleswoman hesitated for a moment, then asked, "Is your size the right one?"

"Little," Yukimiya Natsune replied.

The saleswoman understood: "Would it be convenient for me to take your measurements?"

After obtaining Yukimiya Natsune's permission, the shop assistant asked the girl to take off her ill-fitting bra and measured her through her dress.

During the measurement process, contact was inevitable. Yukimiya Natsune looked at the female shop assistant and wondered if this could be considered harassment.

From the perspective of a teenage girl, it certainly doesn't count, but this feeling can also be perceived by a boy.

The biggest side effect of twins right now is probably this.

After taking your measurements, the salesperson looked at the measuring tape and exclaimed in amazement, "Your figure is amazing, your waist is ridiculously small. We don't have many options in this size, so please try this one first."

Holding the new bra, Yukimiya Natsune entered the dressing room.

"It's a bit tight," commented Shiraishi Saku, who was outside. Wearing a bra alone wasn't too much trouble, but having to put on and take off a dress was a hassle, and the young woman didn't want to come out again.

The female shop assistant really wanted to ask how the boy knew how the girl felt, but she was afraid of offending the customer, so she could only hold back.

"Where is it tight?" she asked.

"Below," Shiraishi Saku replied.

The saleswoman thought for a moment and took out another size: "This is 70D, the band is a bit larger than the 65D we just had."

Under the curious gaze of the female shop assistant, Shiraishi Saku took the bra and walked to the dressing room. Without him saying a word, the dressing room door opened, and the girl stretched out her arm and took the bra.

The entire sequence of movements was fluid and fast, as if they had rehearsed it countless times. The shop assistant observed the boy's ears and collar, suspecting that they had walkie-talkies, but found nothing.

"How did it go this time?" she asked the boy.

"Perfect," Shiraishi Saku replied.

A moment later, the girl came out of the dressing room, and the female shop assistant went up to check and found that it fit perfectly.

How strange! The female shop assistant looked back and forth between the two of them.

"Give me some other styles in this size." Shiraishi Saku took out his wallet.