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AliNovel > Redo of a Romanceless Author鈥檚 Life Devoid of Love; Another Chance at Youth > Chapter 406.

Chapter 406.

    Chapter 406.


    <strong>Chapter 406. Visiting a Small City from my Childhood with my Girlfriend. (3/4)</strong>


    <span style="font-weight:400">“What’s with that reaction?” She stopped me from escaping with a hand on my shoulder.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You’re not even taking my critique into ount.”


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


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Like hell you are! What girl in her right mind is going to go around in public with two long-ass strings attached to her wrists used to hold her bra up? It’s totally impractical.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">She pouted and grumbled, “Then what do you want to see me in?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I just want to see you in something normal.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Pick something out for me.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Give me a sec, I’ll be right back.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Fine. Hurry up.” She seemed annoyed.


    <span style="font-weight:400">I stepped outside the changing room and rounded the corner into the main store area. The store we were in exclusively sold lingerie. I naturally felt out of myfort zone, but it wasn’t the first time I suffered through this sort of experience. I’d been through much worse than this when I was a kid dragged around by my mother.


    <span style="font-weight:400">As there weren’t many women in the storepared to those times, it wasn’t anywhere near as bad. Being a child in this type of store surrounded by women was no doubt hell. They’d get all friendly with you if they found you cute. It was an extremely awkward situation for me in those days since my mother couldn’t just leave me alone outside the store on a bench unattended.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Remembering what it was like, I actually felt a bit relieved the store was dead. At least I wouldn’t get as many weird looks while inside the store with theck of women around.


    <span style="font-weight:400">While perusing the lingerie for something that would suit Rosa well, I heard a voice from behind, “Did your girlfriend need something she picked up in a different size?” When I turned, I confirmed it was the store’s clerk.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“No, she asked me to pick something out for her to try on.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Oh, did what she pick out not suit your taste?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“What she picked isn’t practical.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Practical?” The clerk had a strange expression on her face.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah, something… normal she can wear on a regr basis.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Oh! I see. I see. That’s what you mean. What strange taste, I saw some of the things she picked up and they were certainly quite daring. A lot of boyfriends would be overjoyed if their girlfriend wore something like that.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Would you like a few suggestions?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I appreciate the offer, but I’d rather pick something out myself.” I didn’t like dealing with salespeople. They’d always try to upsell you or get you to buy more expensive items.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Alright, but if you need any help, don’t be afraid to ask. I’m more than happy to assist.”


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


    <span style="font-weight:400">She returned to whatever she was doing while I continued to browse through the store.


    <span style="font-weight:400">After five minutes of searching, I hadn’t found anything that really stood out. While I walked with my eyes focused on the sidewall I wasn’t paying much attention to my front.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Without realizing it, I bumped into someone. When I focused in front, I realized it was the clerk again.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Sorry, I didn’t see you there.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“That’s alright. You still haven’t found anything for your girlfriend yet?”


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


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Hmm, are you sure you don’t want any help?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“No, it’s… fine?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">I raised one brow when I saw the mannequin in front of the clerk. It seems when I bumped into her she’d been in the middle of setting up a disy.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Uh, this…” I pointed without thinking. I’d fallen for the bait.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Oh? Did these catch your eye?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Uh… yeah. How much are the-”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“If they’ve caught your eye we should let your girlfriend try them on and see if she likes them.” I was cut off before I could even ask for the price.


    <span style="font-weight:400">She picked up a pair and dragged me off to the back where the changing rooms were.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You’re back? About time, took you long enough,” Rosained from the other side of the curtain.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Excuse me, Miss, your boyfriend picked this out for you.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Huh? The clerk’s with you?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yes, sorry if I’m being a bother.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Uh, no. It’s fine.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Rosa stuck her hand through the curtain and the clerk handed over the two hangers.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Did you need any help changing?”


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


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Alright, if you need anything else just give me a call.”


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


    <span style="font-weight:400">The clerk left with a triumphant smile on her face. From it, I knew these weren’t cheap at all.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Thankfully I wasn’t paying and Rosa was spending her own money.


    <span style="font-weight:400">A minuteter Rosa pulled me inside the changing room.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“So? What do you think?” She leaned forward with her hands on her knees, squeezing her bust together to entuate her cleavage while looking at me with upturned eyes.


    <span style="font-weight:400">As expected, it really did look good on her. The thin ck straps over her shoulders formed a deep wide V.


    <span style="font-weight:400">The lining was ck but inside the lining had a red floral pattern with touches of ck and bits of semi-transparent ckce interspersed between it. The bottom had ckce frilled edges and the center between her cleavage had a ck silk ribbon bow.


    <span style="font-weight:400">The panties were simrly colored to match the bra. The waistband was fashioned to look like a frilly skirt and was colored red. At the center along the waistband, there was another ck silk ribbon bow. ckce was also connected below the red portion of the waistband. The portion between her legs was red and matched the pattern of the bra.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Hmm… so you prefer this type. I guess I’ll take it then,” Rosa mused to herself when I failed to respond.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I didn’t even say anything yet.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Your inability to say anything this time around tells me more than you saying something.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“It does?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah. So I’ll take it. Plus, it’s something you picked out for me yourself.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Well, I only half picked it. That clerk really knew her stuff. She didn’t outright rmend it to me. She just discreetly guided me to what her rmendation would be by ‘coincidentally’ setting up a disy with it while I was in the store. How sneaky of her.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Rosa changed back into her clothes and we exited the changing room area together.


    <span style="font-weight:400">On our way out Rosa said, “I really didn’t expect my cheapskate boyfriend to pick one of the pricier ones. I was sure you’d find whichever one had the lowest price and wouldpletely disregard how it looked.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Well… I actually sort of forgot to check the price on this one. How much is it?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Huh? You really didn’t look at the price?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“No. How much is it?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“It’s $150 for the two-piece set.” My heart tightened up as soon as I heard the pricee out of her mouth. I clutched at my chest, tripped on my own foot, and copsed onto my hands and knees. That bitch. She really scammed me.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Hahaha, what’s wrong?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“It’s so freaking expensive. You should put that one back and we should really find a cheaper alternative.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Look it seems expensive, but some brand name luxury bras on their own can set you back $300 or more. So $150 isn’t such a bad price when you consider how bad it could really be.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“$300… and that’s just for the bra?”


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


    <span style="font-weight:400">It was only now I realized how little I knew about women’s lingerie.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Is there no justice in the world? I’m sure you could find some knock-off made-in-China shit that looks the same for ten percent of the price.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“The quality would be crappy and it wouldn’tst very long.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I’m sure ten of them would stillst a lot longer than one of these.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“But it wouldn’t be anywhere near asfortable to wear. The feel of it would bepletely different. The colors would fade in no time, and after a single wash, it’d be falling apart. A bit of physical activity would likely stretch out and ruin the fabric.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I… see.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">I unsteadily rose to my feet and said, “I’ll wait for you outside. I can’t bear to stick around and see the price on the register when you swipe your card. My fragile little heart won’t be able to take it.”


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