Due to her prior experience being measured by a store clerk, Jiang Xuehan wasn’t unfamiliar with the process. She started with the underbust measurement as usual.

But when measuring the bust itself, her small hands inevitably brushed against… strange things.

So soft… and springy… just as bouncy as mine, but much bigger…

Facing away, Xia Ziyin had no idea what was happening behind her. She urged impatiently, "Hurry up and call out the numbers. Still 77, right?"

"Hmm… 77 centimeters…" Jiang Xuehan’s voice was barely a whisper. Her hand jerked back as if electrocuted, unsure where to rest.

When silence fell again behind her, Xia Ziyin couldn’t help but laugh. "Xiao Han, we still need the upper bust measurement. Don’t tell me you forgot that part?"

"Ugh… I know… it’s just…"

"Pfft! Who was the little pervert who wanted to grope my chest before? Why so shy now that you’ve got your chance?"

Jiang Xuehan had always been enthusiastic about chest-touching. But now that her dream was within reach, she felt unexpectedly timid.

It was only natural—when something wonderful arrived too suddenly, the heart struggled to accept it.

Yet the girl before her stood bare, waiting. Hesitating now would be terribly unmanly.

Even if certain male parts were temporarily missing, her chest held a true boy’s heart!

Jiang Xuehan bit her lip hard, face flushed crimson. She tentatively placed the tape measure atop a soft swell.

Her fingers trembled from nerves, unintentionally teasing sensitive skin. Xia Ziyin let out a soft, pleased whimper.

"Ah! What are you doing, you little pervert!" Xia Ziyin spun around, arms crossed over her chest, glaring in flustered anger. "I only asked for the upper measurement! Why were your fingers… so naughty?"

"S-sorry…" Jiang Xuehan covered her burning face with both hands.

Xia Ziyin rolled her eyes. This time, she wrapped the tape herself and asked over her shoulder, "Check if it’s level on my back, okay?"

Jiang Xuehan nodded vigorously, then remembered her friend couldn’t see. She managed a tiny, "Mhm."

"Okay… 91 centimeters. A 14-centimeter difference. Wow, I’m a C-cup now!"

Ecstatic over her cup upgrade, Xia Ziyin turned—and froze. Crimson liquid dripped from the petite girl’s nose. She sighed, poking Jiang Xuehan’s forehead. "You… if you weren’t so adorably tiny, I’d swear you were some perverted guy crossdressing among us girls."

Wordless, Jiang Xuehan kept her face hidden.

Half a minute later, Xia Ziyin was dressed again. Jiang Xuehan had tiny tissue plugs stuffed in her nostrils, looking utterly ridiculous.

Thinking it was over, Jiang Xuehan tried to slip out of the fitting room for cool air. But a small hand caught hers, followed by a mischievous voice: "Don’t run off, Xiao Han! I haven’t measured *you* yet!"

"M-measure… what?" Jiang Xuehan blinked her big eyes, playing dumb.

"Pfft! No faking it now! Take off your shirt. Let’s check your latest bust size~"

"N-no need… I haven’t felt any growth lately, so…"

"Come on! We’re still growing. Regular measurements prevent trouble. Ill-fitting bras cause all sorts of problems." Xia Ziyin yanked the struggling girl back, already tugging at her loose T-shirt. "We’re both girls! It’s just business—no big deal to see each other topless!"

Poor Jiang Xuehan, a gaming master but physically weak, couldn’t even wrestle a petite girl. Her oversized tee slid off easily under Xia Ziyin’s grip.

The taller girl waved the crumpled shirt high above her head. "Go on then! Run out if you dare!"

Pride flared in Jiang Xuehan—even as a girl, she couldn’t bear stepping out in just a bra. She jumped futilely to snatch her clothes back.

Xia Ziyin, tall and long-armed, held the shirt just out of reach, grinning as the petite girl hopped like a frustrated rabbit.

Realizing how childish she looked, Jiang Xuehan stopped. She pleaded softly, "Ziying… please give it back?"

"Nope! I’m measuring your bust today—no escape!"

"Really, it’s fine—"

"I said *no*!"

Trapped. Advancing meant no clothes. Retreating meant flashing strangers in just a bra. What to do?

Then ancient wisdom surfaced: *A true man knows when to yield.* And: *A gentleman doesn’t brawl with ladies.*

Right. She was still a boy at heart. Yielding to a cute girl showed magnanimity!

Mind made up, Jiang Xuehan turned her back and fumbled with her bra clasp.

*Ugh… baring myself in front of a girl… so embarrassing…*

"Ziying, hurry up. This is really awkward."

"Relax! I’ll be quick." But a sly glint flashed in Xia Ziyin’s eyes.

She started properly, calling out the underbust number. But when measuring the upper bust, her touch turned deliberate—dragging the tape’s edge over sensitive peaks.

A jolt of tingling heat shot through Jiang Xuehan. Her knees buckled; her petite frame trembled. She clamped a hand over her mouth to stifle a whimper.

"Hmph! That’s for groping me earlier!" Xia Ziyin gloated from behind. "Now you know—a girl’s chest is sensitive. Even same-sex touching isn’t allowed!"

"Stop it, Ziying!" Jiang Xuehan begged.

"Not until you stop leering at me every day!"

Just then, a shop assistant’s voice cut through the door: "Customers? It’s been a while. Do you need help?"

Xia Ziyin snatched her hand back like a thief caught red-handed. "We’re fine! Almost done!"

After helping Jiang Xuehan redress, she teased, "You’re *so* sensitive, Xiao Han. Honestly, I’d want to devour you myself—never mind any guy. So… still planning to grope me?"

Jiang Xuehan shook her head violently, voice a whisper: "N-never again…"

"That’s better!"

Outside the fitting room, Xia Ziyin bought two new bras in her size—and picked two for her roommate. But Jiang Xuehan disliked flashy lingerie. She only accepted plain, full-coverage styles. They felt safer.

At checkout, Jiang Xuehan winced inwardly. Girls’ underwear was pricey. No more making do like when she was a boy. Add pads to the bill, and no wonder girls needed bigger allowances.

What? Buying cute underwear to lift your mood? Sorry—Jiang Xuehan hadn’t reached that level of girlish enlightenment yet.