Chapter 76: The Legendary Breast-Enlargement Potion.
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By the time Kihara helped Remilia put on her other stocking, the moon had climbed straight to the center of the night sky. She fanned her soft, pinkish cheeks with her palms.
Casually slipping her toes back into her leather shoes, she extended her right leg—encased in the black thigh-high stocking—and stepped out of the semi-circular playhouse, pouting her lips as she muttered under her breath: "I feel like I don't need to eat dinner at all now. My stomach still feels super full."
"Young Miss, you might be full, but I'm so hungry right now I'm seeing stars!"
"Hmph, I don't care. Who told you to use so much force earlier?"
"Ahem... I feel like that's only natural when facing white stockings."
Remilia shot him a charming, flirtatious glare, a lingering faint mist and the unsanitized traces of spring lingering at the corners of her eyes: "Let's not talk about that for now. Once we get back, I'll have Sakuya find your woman to bulk-purchase these stockings. Are you sure that side can supply them?"
"Ah?"
Kihara looked at her in complete dumbfoundment. He understood the words "bulk-purchase" and "stockings" separately, but combining them left him utterly baffled.
These stockings weren't the flimsy type that could be shredded by a fingernail; tearing them would take slicing with the tip of a fruit knife at the very least. Was Remilia bulk-purchasing them because she planned to equip every single fairy in the Scarlet Devil Mansion with a pair?
"There's no need for bulk-purchasing, is there? The only ones who would actually wear stockings are you, Flandre, and Sakuya, right?"
"Did you put these stockings on Flandre before?"
The sister-complex Remilia's gaze turned razor-sharp in an instant. Based on her current understanding of Kihara, it was entirely possible he had long since thrown his integrity to the winds and made a move on Flandre.
With gazes as sharp as dagger blades piercing his face, Kihara immediately defended himself: "Flandre didn't bring clothes when she came over, so I gave her the stockings that matched the outfit."
"Is that really all there was to it?"
"Precisely!"
Remilia narrowed her crimson eyes slightly, carefully recalling her younger sister's demeanor and movements on the day she returned. Indeed, Flandre hadn't looked like someone who had engaged in deep, romantic interactions with Kihara.
Given Flandre's personality, had she done such a thing, she likely would have bragged long ago, yelling, "I'm leaving the Scarlet house to live at Big Brother's place! Sister, you can guard the Scarlet Devil Mansion all by yourself! Bleh bleh bleh!", to show off that she was more mature than her older sister.
Once the misunderstanding was cleared, the expression on her face softened considerably. Raising her hand, she poked him lightly in the waist twice with her index finger: "Did you forget Patchouli?"
"Mukyu spends all her days huddled in the underground library, wearing a nightgown with bare legs most of the time. Are you sure she'd wear stockings?"
"Perhaps..." Remilia pinched the stocking with her fingers and tugged lightly: "Regardless, the breathability and comfort are great. Wearing them for fun is pretty nice too."
"Besides..."
She paused for a moment, the teasing smile at the corner of her lips carrying a unique ambiance under the night sky: "Are you certain you won't tear a few pairs of socks when visiting the Scarlet Devil Mansion in the future?"
With the conversation brought to this point, if Kihara still failed to catch Remilia's drift, he could truly go find a block of tofu to smash his head against.
"Alright, alright, alright! Let's hurry up and eat, then head home. I'll help you write a letter, and we'll have Sakuya pass it to Ais when the time comes."
"Fine, let's go."
"At your service, Young Miss!"
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Rewinding time back to three hours ago. After Lala returned to her pink-themed bedroom packed with futuristic sci-fi tech, she sat in her hovering chair and pulled up a projected light screen to search the internet.
[How to... help a friend confess to a guy she likes... without her knowing?]
Pressing enter, countless answers flooded into Lala's vision.
"Use messaging apps to confess so as to avoid face-to-face embarrassment... Feels pretty unreliable. A confession really requires stating one's true feelings face-to-face after all. If one can't even accomplish that, how can it count as a confession?"
The very first answer was decisively vetoed by Lala. She then clicked open the second answer.
"Imitate your friend's handwriting, write a love letter on her behalf, and stuff it into the shoe locker of the guy she has a crush on... Impersonating someone like that feels way too mean! Next, next..."
None of the subsequent search results managed to satisfy Lala. Sighing helplessly, she closed the computer, raising both hands as she leaned against the back of her chair and yelled: "If only Anna would pluck up her courage and take the initiative to confess to Kihara... Hmm? Taking the initiative to pluck up her courage?"
A spark of inspiration flashed through her mind. She immediately realized she could create a spray that forced a person's personality to become completely candid and straightforward. As long as she sprayed it on Anna Yanami at the right time and place, it would enable her to blurt out the deepest thoughts in her heart.
Having found a direction, Lala executed a clean backflip out of her chair, landing right before her workbench littered with various mechanical parts. Picking up a pen, she began sketching and scribbling on blueprints.
Just then, a knock suddenly sounded on her bedroom door, accompanied by Nana's tearful voice drifting inside: "Big sister, are you free right now?"
"I'm free, come on in."
Hearing that her younger sister sounded like she was crying, Lala immediately halted her work, turning around to walk toward the door.
The door slid open, and a thoroughly aggrieved Nana dove into her big sister's arms without a second word: "Big sister, can you help me invent a gadget that can enlarge my chest? I've had more than enough of people mistaking me for the younger sister just because my chest isn't as big as Momo's!"
Realizing she was crying over something like this, Lala breathed a sigh of relief, offering gentle comfort: "Nana, there's no need to rush a thing like this. We're all Mom's children—I reckon in another two years, your chest will grow naturally!"
"I don't believe it! Mom said those exact words to me four years ago, yet my bust size hasn't changed a bit even now!"
'So her chest hasn't changed at all in four years...'
Hearing her sister's "tragic" plight, a few sweatdrops rolled down Lala's forehead, leaving her unsure how to comfort her.
Fortunately, Nana possessed an extraordinarily strong ability to self-adjust.
She quickly shifted her attention to begging her sister to craft a breast-enlargement gadget for her, doing her absolute best to mimic Momo's spoiled demeanor by blinking her large eyes and pleading in a sweet, tender voice.
"Big sister~~ Just help me out this once! It's not like I need my chest to grow bigger than my head, as long as it surpasses Momo's!"
"Bigger than your head would be way too exaggerated..." Lala subconsciously pictured her sister transformed into an ultra-busty girl, her mind instantly filled with a sense of bizarre mismatch. "While I'm not sure if I can pull it off, I'll do my best to give it a shot."
"Awesome! I remember you really love drinking the milk of Lalette cows, big sister. I'll head over to the Animal Planet tomorrow to fetch a crate of milk for you!"
The Lalette cow Nana spoke of was a rare species that had been extinct in the galaxy for over thirty years. From its beef to its milk, every product was an absolute top-tier delicacy, leading to heavy overhunting.
Coupled with extremely harsh breeding conditions, there had been zero time for large-scale cultivation before its extinction, causing it to vanish from galactic history.
In the interstellar black market, a single bottle of Lalette milk carried a staggering bounty price of several billions.
Nana departed with a heart full of joy. Walking downstairs, she shot Momo a provocative gaze that screamed 'just you wait', leaving her younger sister thoroughly bewildered.
"Did Nana... take the wrong medicine?"
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