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AliNovel > Redo of a Romanceless Author鈥檚 Life Devoid of Love; Another Chance at Youth > Chapter 405.

Chapter 405.

    Chapter 405.


    <strong>Chapter 405. Visiting a Small City from my Childhood with my Girlfriend. (2/4)</strong>


    <span style="font-weight:400">Over the next ten minutes until we arrived and parked up outside the mall I fondly recounted those trips to her. How I’d be dragged around shopping until my feet were sore and I wanted to copse. Those asions where I put my foot down and adamantly refused to go all over the city with her so I could stick up inside the hotel room ying video games.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“It sounds like it was fun.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Back then it wasn’t fun for me at all. It was hell being dragged around and forced to wait outside changing rooms as she tried on hundreds of garments across multiple stores only to select one or two of them in the end. It made me detest the notion of traveling as that’s what traveling became associated with in my mind.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">While we talked we headed into the mall. It’d been so long that I couldn’t even remember theyout, but as soon as I saw it, those memories came bursting back to the surface. The scenery was somewhat familiar but I could tell there were some differences.


    <span style="font-weight:400">This mall… really hadn’t been maintained very well. There were far fewer people around than in my memories. The ce used to be bustling and filled with life despite how small the city was. It used to be more crowded than thergest mall in my city, but now… there was hardly anyone.


    <span style="font-weight:400">When I saw it, something in my chest sank as I stopped in ce.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Somehow… it was strangely sad to see how few people there were here now. It was summer, thest week in June, and school was out everywhere now. There should have been plenty of people around. Many would be on vacation. But… it was devoid of lifepared to my memories.


    <span style="font-weight:400">I didn’t think it was possible, but this city might be deader than my own. It definitely wasn’t like this thest time I was here with my mother. No, maybe my memories were just distorted because I was a child at the time.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Ran, what’s wrong? Why’d you stop walking, did you forget something?” Rosa stopped five feet in front of me, turned to face me, and asked when she realized I wasn’t beside her.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Uh… no, sorry, I didn’t forget anything.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Thene on, let’s go~”


    <span style="font-weight:400">She hopped back to my side, grabbed my hand, and ran off as she pulled me along in tow.


    <span style="font-weight:400">The overall building was square but theyout inside was in the shape of a cross with all the stores lined up along the perimeter with a few small booths selling items set up at the center of the main halls. There was only one floor to this mall.


    <span style="font-weight:400">When we came across a store that sold clothes Rosa entered and checked out what they had. She tried some things on but it seemed she wasn’t particrly sold on anything.


    <span style="font-weight:400">After we visited four stores selling clothes Rosa spoke up while inside the change room trying on some clothes, “The stores are pretty empty.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah… they used to be a lot busier than this. Things really changed.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Are you feeling down about it?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“A little I guess. Things always look so much better in your childhood memories. It makes me feel like I’m getting old.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You’re the same age as me, are you trying to say I’m old?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“No.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Then you’re not old either.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Hey, can youe over here for a second?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">I stood up from my seat outside the dressing room and approached the curtain.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“What is it?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">She stuck her arm through the gap in the curtain and forcefully pulled me inside.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“How does it look?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">I stared at her with a deadpan unamused expression on my face.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“What? You don’t like it?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Can you please not mess around and get something more normal?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“What’s wrong with this?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Do I really have to say what’s wrong?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah, if you don’t say it I won’t understand.” She tilted her head to the right as her hair slipped off her shoulder and dropped down in front of her chest.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“It’s too skimpy.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“So what? It looks good, doesn’t it?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">I couldn’t deny, it looked good, but this wasn’t something you’d go around wearing on a casual basis. It was something you’d only wear behind closed doors.


    <span style="font-weight:400">The front of the bra was shaped like a pair of bat wings viewed from the ground looking up at it flying through the sky. It was a shiny ck color. There were four chains connected to a ck choker around her neck. Two of the chains hung down and passed between her fully visible cleavage, curled around her breasts, and attached to the bottom center region on each bat wing. The other two chains were connected to the top of the batwing an inch or two further away from the center on the outer side.


    <span style="font-weight:400">She had a pair of ck fis stockings, and the ck panties matched the set quite well. It looked like a bat flying at you head-on with a triangr p for the head held up by a single metal chain link connected to a thin ck ribbon above the panties that wrapped around her waist an inch below her belly button.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Think about it logically, Rosa, is this something you’d be able to wear on a regr basis when out in public?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Hmmm… I guess not.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Exactly.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Haaaaah. Well, I’ll put it aside for the time being and try some of the others I picked up.


    <span style="font-weight:400">She turned away and started to change before I had the chance to exit.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“At least wait for me to exit before you start changing.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Just stay there and hold these for me. I’m just going to keep dragging you in here to get your opinion every time anyway.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“No way, what if someone thinks we’re doing something weird?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“There isn’t even anyone around who’d notice. There’s literally one employee working in the store and one other customer who was looking around when we came in. Now, how’s this one?” Rosa turned to me and asked. She was quite quick at changing and was already in her next set.


    <span style="font-weight:400">This set had a thin ckce choker with a long body-lengthce ribbon leash attached to it in her hand. There were two thin ck frillyce hand bands, one on each wrist. The wavyce ruffle-edge ck bra and frilly-edgedce tube skirt panties had a very sexy design to them and were made out of soft chiffon.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Lastly, was the leg garter belt down her thighs connecting the two ck leg bands adorned with a ribbon bow knot at the front to the panties.


    <span style="font-weight:400">My reaction was the same as before, extremely skeptical, “Well… it’s not as skimpy… but I still say get something more normal than this.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You’re so boring. Do I look good in it or not? That’s what I really want to know.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You don’t look good in it at all. Same with thest one.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">She scrunched up her brows and frowned.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“What’s that supposed to mean? Is it because I don’t haverge enough assets to make it work?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“No.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Then why don’t I look good in it? What’s wrong?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Sorry, I may not have been clear enough. What I mean when I say you don’t look good in them is that the clothes look good because you’re the one wearing them. My bad if you misunderstood.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I-I see,” She raised her arm and pressed the back of her wrist against her lips to hide them from me while she simultaneously averted her eyes to look into the mirror on her right.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I’m surprised you can say something as corny as that with a straight face so easily.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Corny? Don’t you think sweet is more appropriate?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“It’s definitely corny.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">She speedily turned her back to me as her hair rose up and lightly whipped across my cheek. She quickly changed into another set.


    <span style="font-weight:400">I was ready to cry. She definitely didn’t take my critique seriously and was messing around.


    <span style="font-weight:400">This time she had a ck thong on with the strings tied in ribbons at the sides of her legs. The ck bra she had on this time was in the shape of two triangles t on a surface with points touching at the center. The string was tied in a ribbon at the back.


    <span style="font-weight:400">There were two long ck strings that held the bra up which wrapped straight up over her shoulders around the back of her neck. They wrapped around to the front of her chest, hung down in an X, and crossed between her cleavage where a pink silk ribbon tied the two strings together at the cross intersection. The strings continued on and were tied to the skin-hugging ckce hand bands on her wrist. They were attached with another pink silk ribbon.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I’m done.” I turned to leave.
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