Starting Today I'll Work As A City Lord

As night fell, the beast-eared girls quickly finished their dinner and, to Lucas's bewildered gaze, all ran off together.

"They really are in a hurry." Lucas looked at the still-spinning bowls on the table and sighed with a wry smile, "I hope they don't cause any more ridiculous incidents."

He could guess that the beast-eared girls had gone off to investigate women's lingerie. He wondered what kind of psychological impact Annie might experience tonight. Would it be a sleepless night?

"Should I release the 'Otherworldly Journey to the West' soon? Maybe as a serialized story?" Lucas muttered to himself as he walked towards his study. Tonight, he decided to work until eight, then go to bed. After all, for him, eight o'clock was already late enough.

He suddenly thought of those poor souls on Earth who worked late into the night, until ten or eleven. He felt a bit better, thinking about how some people worked long hours, like certain night-owl writers.

"…"

Mina, Ayesha, Helen, and Annie gathered in Nicole's room, all staring intently at the wooden box in Nicole's hands.

"Quick, open it up and see." Ayesha urged eagerly. In this era, there wasn't any underwear like the kind from Earth, and for girls with larger busts, working or even walking could be a burden. She was too lazy to wrap cloth strips around her chest.

Women's breasts are primarily made of fatty tissue, with some ligaments and skin providing internal support. However, sometimes this support isn't enough for larger sizes, like Ayesha's ample figure. The extra fat, when moving or engaging in vigorous activity, can cause discomfort or pain. The main purpose of a bra is to provide external support for the fatty tissue, increasing comfort and mobility.

"Okay, don't rush." Nicole said, unlocking the box with a key. She opened it to reveal several sets of variously sized lingerie.

"Hmm? What's this tiny piece of fabric for?" Helen, the rabbit-eared girl, picked up a beautifully crafted piece of fabric about the size of a palm with her index finger.

"Let me check," Nicole said, pulling out the instruction manual given by the young master. The next moment, she coughed and said, "Um, you might want to look at it yourselves."

Nicole's face flushed red as she turned away, handing the instruction manual to Helen. Her heart raced—what kind of instructions had the young master written? The tiny piece of fabric was meant to be worn where?

She now realized why there was always a small pair of shorts among the laundry she did for the young master. It seemed to serve the same function? The thought of the various strange and indecent scenarios that might have resulted from washing these items made Nicole's face even redder. It felt like smoke was about to start coming out of her head.

"Cough, cough, cough…" Helen, having read the instructions, immediately threw the tiny garment back into the box. Her face was as red as a sunset.

"Eh? Cough, cough, cough…" Annie looked on in surprise.

"Um, so… who's going to wear this?" Mina's eyes were filled with embarrassment.

"No, absolutely not. It's too shameful." Helen shook her head vigorously.

"Really? I'll try it on," Ayesha said as she reached for her waist and began to unfasten her clothing. She was going to try it right there in front of everyone.

"Hey, hey… what are you doing, big-breasted cow?" Annie shouted, her face flushed.

"Try on these clothes?" Ayesha asked, pointing at the lingerie in the box, looking puzzled. "Why is everyone blushing? We're all girls here."

"There are so many people here. Aren't you going to try them on in your room?" Annie rolled her eyes.

"We're all women. What's there to be afraid of? It's not like we haven't bathed together before." Ayesha grumbled, but she stopped undressing.

"Phew…" The four women present sighed in relief. Trying on these clothes in front of Ayesha, or even bathing together, was a bit too much pressure.

"Everyone, pick out a few according to the instructions and then try them on." Nicole said, patting her cheeks to calm herself.

"Okay, let me see which size I need," Ayesha eagerly looked at the instruction manual, muttering to herself, "There are six cup sizes: A, B, C, D, E, and F. Oh, I'm not the largest size? I'm an E cup?"

The others glanced at their own chests. The last two cup sizes clearly didn't apply to them, yet Ayesha, with her large bust, needed the E cup size.

"I'm a D cup size." Mina said, her face reddening as she grabbed a few items and quickly left.

"My size is also a D cup." said Helen, and she quickly left the room as well.

"Then I'll be going too." Ayesha said, hugging a few bras and panties as she headed out.

Only Annie and Nicole were left in the room, both casting each other knowing glances before sighing in unison.

After all, they shared a certain sympathy. If Annie was at the "airport" level, then Nicole was at the "small steamed bun" level.

"Annie, aren't you going to pick anything?" Nicole asked softly.

"Of course I am. Why wouldn't I?" Annie said, rummaging through the box until she found two pieces of the A-cup size.

Nicole picked out a B-cup from the box and exchanged a resigned look with Annie. They both sighed in acceptance of their fates.

"Maybe with this, it'll look like I have a bit more." Annie said, holding up the bra and adjusting it in front of her.

Nicole was stunned. Was Annie actually trying to use the bra to enhance her appearance? Maybe she could try the same, or perhaps consider the method her mother once suggested for such situations.

"Nicole? Nicole? What are you thinking? You're even drooling." Annie said with a sly grin in her brown eyes.

"Huh?" Nicole blushed deeply, quickly wiping her mouth even though there wasn't any drool. Her face turned even redder.

"Wait a minute, Nicole. Are you thinking something naughty? Your face is so red." Annie raised her hands, wiggling her fingers playfully.

"What are you going to do?" Nicole backed away, hugging her chest with both hands, and asked nervously, "Don't tell me you're going to act weird again."

"Tell me what you're thinking, or you'll get a taste of my Annie's Special 'Eighteen Scratch.'" Annie said with a grin, raising her hands in a mock-threatening gesture.

"Th… This… My mother told me a method that might help increase breast size, but I'm not sure if it's true." Nicole hesitated for a moment before finally giving in to Annie's insistence.

"Quick, quick. Tell me." Annie's brown eyes were sparkling with curiosity and excitement.

"Please don't tell anyone." Nicole urged, her face flushed.

"I promise, I promise," Annie nodded vigorously.

"Lean in." Nicole whispered in Annie's ear. "My mother said that after a girl gets married, if her husband massages her… after a few days, she might notice a change in size…"

"Really?" Annie's face turned slightly red, and she hesitated, finding this method a bit awkward.

"We could ask the young master…" Nicole's face turned even redder as she trailed off, unable to finish the suggestion.

"Actually, why not go now? The young master seems pretty tired today; he might be in a deep sleep." Annie's brown eyes sparkled with mischievous excitement.

"Let's not, okay? If we get caught, it would be…"

Nicole's face was flushed, and she trailed off, clearly anxious about the potential consequences.

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