Vol 1 Chapter 1 (1/2)
er 1
The Tossed Future Plan and I, the Target
I was making my way to school for my spring holiday arbitrary crafting a.s.signment that day.
The wardrobe/tailoring club room, situated on the second floor of an old, wooden school building.
I ungirthed the sewing bag which I had modified into a scissor holder from my waist and took cloth, scissors, and needle into my hands.
Since morning I had spent several hours furthering the tailoring—— and when the setting sun was s.h.i.+ning in, spreading across the plank floor, the static mannequin in front of my eyes was finally wearing the completed white dress.
“Barely made it in time, huh…”
It gave off the feeling of a formal- rather than a party dress, and although I had held back with exposure, it possessed a big opening around the collar it while representing the standard line of a sleeveless dress overall; a characteristic, slender dress with the brilliance of satin, a beautiful silhouette without a wrinkle on it. Facing the dress, I thought:
——What kind of ‘bra’ would fit this dress perfectly?
I goes without saying that it has to be a no strap, but as it’d lack the straps, how would I go about the materials so that it’d properly support, and what about the design? It might be hidden, but I can’t compromise; exactly because it’s hidden, I want to be particular about it. Or rather, I should be.
Every pair of b.o.o.bs is unique; an infinite variety——.
Keeping just that in mind, I want to present you my opinion of commercial bras.
Stuff like band sizes as in 65 C or 70 D – these centimeter band measurements – or the cup size which is simply the difference between cup and band measurement, they’re nothing but a compromise of bra manufacturers.
To perfectly cover b.o.o.bs, you should measure in millimeters and custom order.
I will gift the girl who receives this dress a custom-made, perfect fit bra. Only together with the bra, the dress can be complete.
With that, there’s one problem left.
“How will I get her to show me… no, I should at least touch them…”
Which was the reason why I had been able to do the dress, but not the bra.
When making a bra, the b.o.o.bs’ shape is very important.
Half-cup, ¾-cup, and restricting the issue to dresses only, semi-long-bra, bustier, and so on; there’s a whole lot of types, and if you’re designing one, you must match the shape.
If you simply ignore that, the bra’d be no different from a commercial one. It’d be meaningless.
By the way, band and cup measurements are all there is to take.
I observed female b.r.e.a.s.t.s every day and before I knew it, I had been able to perceive their size with my eyes alone. Like a high efficiency scanner bestowed to me by G.o.d, I could measure in mere seconds.
Recently, when I see gravia idols on TV, I get the feeling that there’s some swindling going on with the official sizes they display; considering the differences.
I’d like them to only mess with the bust size. It the end, waist or hip sizes, no matter how you think about it, those——
“——Hm?”
When I was grieving the sizes situation in the cold idol world…
I suddenly snapped out of it by the sound of hurried footsteps.
At the end of my gaze—— barely at the edge of my field of vision, was a brown-haired girl. What also caught my eye were her b.o.o.bs that shook magnificently as she was running away.
Their lively motion seemed to defy gravity.
A superb vertical shaking as if she was under the continuous influence of a near-field earthquake.
Although it was just for an instant, I didn’t miss that chance. My eyelids clicked like a shutter, a.n.a.lyzing while saving these wonderful b.o.o.bs in the carnal desires folder of my brain.
a.s.sumably E, no—— bigger.
What an outstanding talent—— Instincts before thinking, my feet set in motion and I chased after her.
The moment I reached my hand for the cla.s.sroom door…
“——?!”
The door opened before I could touch it.
Standing there wasn’t a E-cup but a D-cup. In order words, a different girl.
“I’m sorry to have kept you waiting.”
While smiling gently, the girl took a polite bow – her name’s Hattori Haori.
She’s the second daughter of the Hattori Cloth Store that had been in business for generations and was to be president in the tailoring club, which I was a member of as well, starting next term.
Haori-san had somewhat light-colored, silky semi-long hair. Her b.o.o.bs shook slightly by just walking. The flower hairclip which allowed you to peek at her right ear was becoming Haori-san’s trademark.
Even though she wasn’t that tall, her slender arms and legs made her nice curves look even better. Just by standing there she made the air around her appear much cleaner, not to mentioning when she was walking. In contrast to the refres.h.i.+ng atmosphere she was clad in, her down-slanting eyes were quite lovely and made her all the more impressive a girl.
And—— she was the one I was going to give the dress I made to, the girl with the ideal b.o.o.bs.
Today, I was going confess to her——
I would give my dress to her as a present and tell her my feelings that I had been harboring for a year. For that reason I had called Haori-san out by phone.
“Please excuse my late arrival.”
“Nono, sorry that I called you out here all of a sudden.”
Although the shaking pair of b.o.o.bs from earlier still weighed heavily on my mind, I invited Haori to come inside.