Chapter 61: Being forced to buy clothes

Lin Shiyue glanced back at her roommate, who had just spoken to her.

A wry smile touched her pale face.

“It’s not that I’m unhappy,” she murmured, “it’s just that there’s nothing to do on a rainy day.”

Her roommates, however, failed to grasp the true reason for Lin Shiyue’s despondency.

She was downcast, simply because she couldn’t get in touch with Su Cheng.

“Oh, come on!”

“Let’s go browse around Chaoyang Plaza and clear our heads.”

“That’s a great idea,” another agreed.

“Let’s go, Class Monitor!”

Lin Shiyue nodded faintly.

Having nothing else to do, she could only follow her good roommates out for a stroll.

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“Excuse me, miss,” Su Cheng said sweetly.

“Could we have two lemonades with half sugar, please? Thank you.”

“Certainly,” the cashier replied.

“Please wait a moment.”

In less than three minutes, Su Cheng and Yin Xuelian each collected their lemonades.

Strolling through the shops with a cup of lemonade in hand was a habit Su Cheng had long cultivated.

Whether she was accompanying Lin Shiyue or Yin Xuelian in the past, Su Cheng would always buy a lemonade to sip while they shopped.

“Sister Lian,” Su Cheng asked, “is there anything you want to buy?”

“Me?” Yin Xuelian mused.

“Actually, there’s nothing I particularly need.”

“Hmm?” Su Cheng took a sip of her icy lemonade, tilting her head in confusion.

“So, did we just come out to buy this lemonade?”

Yin Xuelian’s willowy brows curved into crescent moons.

“Of course not,” she said with a knowing smile.

“You still have that doll in your hand, don’t you?”

Su Cheng glanced down at the doll in her hand, then looked back at her own twin ponytails, and suddenly something clicked.

‘Aha,’ Su Cheng thought, a realization dawning.

‘So Yin Xuelian brought me here just to cosplay as Imouto Dome (TL Note: A character from the anime ‘Yosuga no Sora,’ known for her twin ponytails and often associated with a rabbit doll. ‘Imouto’ means little sister in Japanese.), didn’t she?’

‘Fine, fine.

So this is how we’re playing, huh?’

“Now I finally understand why you insisted on grabbing that rabbit doll,” Su Cheng grumbled.

“Too late for understanding, my Little Cheng,” Yin Xuelian chuckled, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

She dotingly stroked Su Cheng’s head.

Su Cheng took a sip of her lemonade, rolling her eyes at Yin Xuelian.

‘Other Imouto Dome characters have doting brothers,’ Su Cheng mused internally.

‘Why do I have a doting older sister instead?’

‘And this older sister,’ she thought darkly, ‘seems to have secretly done something mischievous to me.’

“Oh, by the way, there’s something I need to ask you, Sister Lian,” Su Cheng said, swatting away Yin Xuelian’s hand.

Her gaze fixed firmly on Yin Xuelian’s smiling face.

“What exactly did you do while I was unconscious?”

“Why, nothing at all, of course!” Yin Xuelian replied, her smile radiating innocence.

“What do you take me for? I told you to trust that your sister is a good person.”

“Oh? Really?”

“Truly!

Don’t you believe me?”

Yin Xuelian blinked her eyes, her face a picture of feigned injustice.

Su Cheng remained half-convinced, half-skeptical, yet she had no proof.

After all, she had been completely unconscious at the time.

Before Su Cheng could speak again, Yin Xuelian took her hand and led her upstairs.

“Alright, stop thinking about it,” Yin Xuelian declared.

“It’s time for some real business—let’s go buy you some dresses!”

Su Cheng leaned back, attempting to resist Yin Xuelian’s pull.

“Hey, hey, wait!” she protested.

“I never said I wanted to buy dresses!”

Yin Xuelian paused, turning to observe Su Cheng.

The dress she was wearing hung loosely on her, far from form-fitting.

Yin Xuelian frowned in mild dissatisfaction.

“Not buying isn’t an option,” she stated.

“This dress is still a bit too big for you.

Let’s get you a few new ones.”

“I don’t want them, I won’t wear them,” Su Cheng declared defiantly.

“Oh? Won’t wear them?”

A playful smile danced on Yin Xuelian’s lips.

Right there at the stairwell, she cornered Su Cheng in a ‘kabedon’ (TL Note: A Japanese term referring to pinning someone against a wall with one’s hand or arm, often used in romantic or dramatic contexts to express dominance or affection.).

With one hand, she provocatively lifted Su Cheng’s chin, taking a leisurely sip of her lemonade.

This sudden display immediately drew the attention of many passersby.

Yin Xuelian remained unconcerned, but Su Cheng, being thin-skinned, flushed crimson within moments.

“If you don’t wear them, my dear,” Yin Xuelian purred, “your sister might have to resort to special measures to make you obedient, you know~”

Su Cheng swallowed hard, her gaze fixed on Yin Xuelian’s slightly narrowed, clear eyes.

She sensed a dangerous aura emanating from her, and her legs, already a little sore, trembled uncontrollably.

“I… I don’t…”

“Hmm? Did I hear that correctly?”

Yin Xuelian tilted her head, feigning to listen intently, offering Su Cheng another chance to choose.

However, her eyes already conveyed the answer: Su Cheng had no choice.

“Weren’t we going to buy dresses? Buy them.”

Yin Xuelian released Su Cheng’s chin, returning to their normal hand-holding.

“That’s more like it, hehe.”

Seeing the sweet curve of Yin Xuelian’s lips, Su Cheng knew instantly that her immediate future held no promise of an easy time.

The two of them ascended to the women’s apparel section on the second floor.

Su Cheng, who rarely frequented ladies’ clothing stores, found her eyes opened to a whole new world today.

She was reintroduced to a myriad of clothing styles.

Half-skirts, dresses, and even complete JK uniforms—Yin Xuelian bought at least four or five sets for Su Cheng.

She even selected matching white, black, and ‘Rolls-Royce’ (TL Note: A playful, exaggerated term for high-quality or luxurious stockings, implying they are as premium as a Rolls-Royce car.) stockings to go with them.

It was as if she was playing a real-life version of ‘Love Nikki’ (TL Note: A popular dress-up mobile game, known in China as ‘Warmth’ or ‘Nuan Nuan,’ where players collect and style outfits.), with Su Cheng as her doll.

After purchasing the clothes, Yin Xuelian arranged for them to be delivered directly to her villa.

This way, she wouldn’t have to carry multiple bags while shopping—a testament to her wealthy and capricious nature.

As they continued their shopping, they passed a swimwear store, and a new idea sparked in Yin Xuelian’s mind.

“Little Orange,” Yin Xuelian asked curiously, leading Su Cheng on a half-circuit through the swimwear shop, “what style of swimsuit do you like?”

“If it were you wearing it, Sister Lian,” Su Cheng replied with a mischievous grin, “a bikini would be best.”

Yin Xuelian paused, momentarily taken aback, before a smile bloomed on her face.

“But Little Orange wouldn’t look good in a bikini, would she?” she countered.

“I’d rather recommend this two-piece for Little Orange, or perhaps a ‘sukumizu’ (TL Note: A Japanese school swimsuit, typically a one-piece, known for its modest yet distinct style.).”

Yin Xuelian’s gaze was sly as she stared at Su Cheng, already holding two swimsuits.

One was a white, ruffled two-piece, and the other a pink one-piece.

Su Cheng’s brows furrowed deeply, and her eyelid twitched.

“These… these aren’t suitable for me,” Su Cheng stammered.

“Besides, I don’t even know how to swim, so I wouldn’t have any occasion to wear a swimsuit.”

Su Cheng continued to argue, but Yin Xuelian wasn’t about to give her a chance.

“We’ll buy them first, then talk,” Yin Xuelian asserted.

“Come on, let’s go try on some swimsuits.”

“No, no!

I won’t try them on, and I’m not buying them!”

“I don’t care.”

As domineering as ever, Yin Xuelian dragged the reluctant Su Cheng to the changing room door.

She then pushed both Su Cheng and the swimsuits inside, before stepping in herself and closing the door.

“You’ll try them on whether you want to or not,” Yin Xuelian whispered, her voice a low murmur against Su Cheng’s ear in the changing room, “otherwise, the punishment will be the same.”

Her tone was utterly devilish.

By now, Su Cheng already regarded Yin Xuelian as nothing short of a devil.

She blinked her pitiful eyes, wanting to cry but finding no tears.

“I’ll… I’ll wear them…” Su Cheng’s voice was barely a whisper of protest.

“But Sister Lian, could you please turn around?”

Her eyes pleaded with Yin Xuelian, who stood with her arms crossed, leaning against the door.

A smile, one that sent shivers down Su Cheng’s spine, lingered on Yin Xuelian’s lips as she gently shook her head.

She took a step forward, pressing Su Cheng back until her spine met the cool, unyielding wall.

“My little darling,” Yin Xuelian murmured, “we’ve already bathed together and even slept together.

I’ve seen everything there is to see.

Why are you still shy now, hmm?”

She deliberately elongated the end of her sentence, her gaze, as if imbued with tangible warmth, tracing a path from Su Cheng’s flushed earlobes all the way down to her chest, which rose and fell subtly with nervous breaths.

Su Cheng’s face burned crimson, her cheeks almost scalding to the touch.

“Stop talking, stop talking about it!” she pleaded.

“Be good, don’t fuss,” Yin Xuelian cooed.

“Let your sister see what you look like in a swimsuit.

How about this two-piece? Your sister is really looking forward to it.”

“Ugh…”

Su Cheng let out a resigned whimper, almost closing her eyes as she awkwardly began to pull down the zipper of her slightly oversized dress.

With every centimeter the zipper descended, her face deepened another shade of red.

The dress slipped down, revealing the fair, delicate skin beneath and the lovely, nascent curves of a young girl.

Yin Xuelian’s gaze lingered unreservedly on Su Cheng’s form, filled with admiration and an almost connoisseur-like amusement.

“So clumsy,” Yin Xuelian chuckled.

“Let me help you.”

Icy fingertips inadvertently brushed against Su Cheng’s smooth back, causing her to shudder violently and almost leap away.

“N-no!

You don’t have to!

I can do it myself!” Su Cheng’s voice was laced with a desperate sob.

Her body stiffened, rigid as a plank of wood.

Ignoring her protests, Yin Xuelian deftly fastened the clasps for her, then picked up the matching swimsuit bottoms.

“Lift your leg,” she commanded.

Her voice carried an undeniable authority.

Su Cheng felt like a marionette, mechanically lifting her leg, allowing Yin Xuelian to help her pull on the swimsuit bottoms.

The pure white lace trim embraced the girl’s slender waist and shapely buttocks, outlining a curve that was both innocent and alluring.

Su Cheng kept her head bowed rigidly, not daring to look at herself in the mirror, much less meet Yin Xuelian’s gaze.

She felt all the blood rush to her face.

“Hmm…” Yin Xuelian stepped back, crossing her arms.

Her eyes, bright and scrutinizing, swept over Su Cheng from head to toe.

She nodded in satisfaction.

“It really does fit perfectly.

It’s just that…”

She deliberately paused, her gaze settling on Su Cheng’s chest.

“The size still seems a tiny bit roomy,” she commented, a hint of mischief in her voice.

“Looks like you’ll need to eat more nutritious food from now on.”

“Yin Xuelian!” Su Cheng finally burst out in a low, furious growl, her face burning with shame.

She snatched the nearby dress, intending to wrap herself in it.

With lightning speed, Yin Xuelian caught her hand, tossed away the dress she held, and pulled Su Cheng into her embrace.

“Ah~ You smell so good and you’re so adorable, my little darling.

You’re truly irresistible.”

“Hey, hey!” Su Cheng protested.

“Don’t get any ideas here in the changing room!”

No sooner had Su Cheng’s words faded than Yin Xuelian cupped her face.

A predatory gleam flickered in her clear eyes, as if she were about to devour Su Cheng whole.

“My little darling, I can’t hold back anymore… you’re just too cute in that swimsuit…”

“Hey, Sister Lian—mmph…”

Their lips met, and Yin Xuelian pulled Su Cheng into a tight embrace, almost frantically stealing the breath from her lungs.

After two minutes of intense entanglement, Su Cheng, her face burning crimson, pushed Yin Xuelian away.

“Ha, ha,” Su Cheng gasped, “I knew this would happen.”

Yin Xuelian wiped her lips, her eyes, still brimming with unfulfilled desire, holding a playful glint.

“Let’s continue trying on swimsuits,” Yin Xuelian suggested.

“Try this one too.

The ‘sukumizu’ style is pure and adorable—your sister likes it a lot.”

“I won’t!

I absolutely won’t try on any more, even if it kills me!” Su Cheng struggled fiercely, her eyes welling up with tears.

“Oh?

In that case, the punishment…” Yin Xuelian raised a brow, making a motion to draw closer.

“I’ll try them!

I’ll try them, alright?!” Su Cheng cried out in a tone of utter despair, once again succumbing to the ‘devil’s’ tyrannical sway.

Chaos once again erupted in the changing room…

And, quite predictably, Su Cheng, now clad in the ‘sukumizu,’ was once again deprived of air by Yin Xuelian.

“Miss, is the air conditioning in the changing room broken?” the sales associate asked.

“You look quite warm.”

“No, no, the air conditioning is perfectly fine,” Su Cheng mumbled, her head bowed shyly as she stood before the counter.

Yin Xuelian scanned the items for payment, then, with a beaming smile, took hold of Su Cheng’s hand.

“She has a slight cold,” she explained, “and a low fever.”

Su Cheng didn’t respond to her words, instead standing silently beside Yin Xuelian, her lips pressed together.

Her free hand nervously clutched the hem of her skirt.

“Oh, I see.

Very well, please take your swimsuits.

We look forward to your next visit.”

As they left the swimwear store, the flush of crimson on Su Cheng’s face still had not faded.

“Little darling, why is your face so red?”

“Don’t even talk about it!” Su Cheng snapped, glaring fiercely at Yin Xuelian.

Her walking posture seemed a little… off.

Yin Xuelian covered her mouth, stifling a giggle.

“How about we go buy some lingerie?” she suggested.

“And you can put it on right away?”

“I won’t!

Hmph!” Su Cheng stomped her foot in exasperation.

The dampness beneath her skirt had yet to dissipate.

“Hehe, you look so adorable when you’re angry, little darling.”

“You big meanie!

I’m going to get you back for this, eventually!”

“Well, we’ll see who comes out on top then.”

Su Cheng was on the verge of tears, yet none came.

She simply had no way to deal with Yin Xuelian.

‘Ugh, ugh, ugh,’ she lamented.

‘Why am I so unlucky, always getting played by her?’