Runes • Rifles • Reincarnation
88. Dress-up: Underwear

“You want to leave?” Chen Ai Yun asked.

“Not leave. Just take a look around your sect,” Jin Shu clarified.

Chen Ai Yun hesitated. “You can’t. Exploring the sect is against our rules, and I’ve already bent them to their limit by allowing you to stay here.”

From the side, Tian Li perked up from the scroll she was studying.

“I have an idea!” she announced, excitement clear in her tone.

Both Jin Shu and Chen Ai Yun turned to look at her as she spun the scroll around, jabbing a finger at an illustration.

It was a drawing of a woman in a flowing dress—one that Chen Ai Yun had just finished at Tian Li’s request.

Jin Shu had been teaching Tian Li about modern fashion, and they had recruited Chen Ai Yun to help with her expert artistry.

“We can dress him up in women’s clothing.”

Silence.

Seeing their confusion, Tian Li continued, as if her suggestion was the most obvious thing in the world.

“That way, I can test out different styles. Plus, I’ve been meaning to work on my makeup skills. But I’m too beautiful for makeup, so he will be perfect.” She added the last part casually, as if it was an undeniable fact.

Jin Shu’s youngest soul practically howled with laughter.

Haha! Ahahaha! She wants to dress you up as a woman! That’s hilarious!

We are the same person, dumbass. If I get dressed as a woman, so do you. Jin Shu shot back.

Uh… fine! Let’s do it. But I get control for the whole day, and you can’t take it back no matter what!

Jin Shu knew he was going to regret this.

But, fine. He’d humor him.

Control of his body shifted in an instant.

“Let’s do it,” he said.

“Really?” Tian Li asked.

“Really?” Chen Ai Yun echoed, baffled.

Jin Shu smirked. “Yeah. But I’ll need help wearing the dress. I’ve never worn women’s clothing before.”

“Sure, we can have your mother help you,” Chen Ai Yun suggested.

“Uh… no…” He struggled to find a way to decline without revealing his true objective. Truthfully, he just wanted an excuse to get closer to his goddess.

“No?” Chen Ai Yun arched a brow. “Do you want me to help you?”

“Well… I was just thinking Tian Li could help while she does the makeup. Two birds, one stone, you know?”

“Sure!” Tian Li agreed instantly. “I’ll go make the clothes now! Come to my room in a few hours!”

She gathered her things and rushed off, clearly eager for the task.

Left alone with Chen Ai Yun, Jin Shu offered a sheepish smile.

She eyed him suspiciously. “Be careful when you explore the sect. There are places you cannot enter. Tian Li will know which, so follow her lead.”

“Got it. Well, if you’ll excuse me…” He turned and left, hurrying after Tian Li—though for entirely different reasons.

Jin Shu knocked on Tian Li’s door. A moment later, it swung open—not to reveal her, but someone unexpected.

“Biyu? What are you doing here?”

“Senior Sister Li invited us over to help.” She smiled, a faint tug at her lips betraying amusement.

He blinked. “Us?”

Right as he asked, a second head popped out from behind the door.

“Hehe! We’re going to dress you up nicely,” Li Xue giggled, a devilish glint in her eyes.

Jin Shu spun on his heels to flee—only to choke as his collar yanked him backward.

“Ah! Sorry,” Biyu apologized, quickly letting go so he could breathe again.

As he gasped for air, Li Xue wasted no time looping her arm around his and dragging him inside.

The first thing he noticed was the fabrics—draped and strewn across the room as if a hurricane had blown through. Rolls of silk, half-stitched garments, and embroidery tools covered nearly every surface.

After that was the smell, it was a sweet, but citrusy smell. Like a dragon fruit. He liked it.

Then, he spotted Tian Li leaning over a table, cutting into a sheet of red silk with a large pair of fabric scissors while her large—ahem!—rested against the table.

She turned around, lifting her large—ahem!

Would you stop interrupting my thoughts?! he shouted inwardly.

Stop staring at her chest, and I will stop interrupting your horny thoughts, his main soul shot back.

Jin Shu forced himself to focus as Tian Li smiled at him.

“Jin Shu! You’re just in time. Come try this on.”

She held up a tiny blue babydoll dress, complete with red ribbons and intricate phoenix embroidery.

“…Huh?”

“I think you got the wrong dress,” he said, cautiously eyeing the garment. “The one he—I taught you was a maxi dress.”

“I thought this one was cuter. Unless…” She gestured to a nearby table with three more dresses. “You’d prefer one of these?”

She pointed to the first—a pink mini dress. “This one’s for Li Xue.”

Jin Shu glanced between the dress and Li Xue.

“Yeah, that’s not gonna work for me. Too short. And definitely not my color.”

Tian Li nodded as if he had a choice in this. Then, she pointed to the second dress.

“This one is for Junior Sister Biyu.”

It was an absurdly short kimono dress—black, with designs of jade-green trees.

“…We didn’t even teach you to make that one!” Jin Shu blurted.

“We?” Tian Li tilted her head. “You taught me about kimonos. I just modified it into a dress.”

He wasn’t sure whether to be impressed by her ingenuity or deeply concerned by the pattern he was seeing.

Then, she pointed to the final dress—a long, elegant qipao. “And this one is mine.”

Jin Shu immediately recognized it as the best option. It was long. It was tasteful. It was not a tiny excuse for fabric.

…But it was also tight.

And his goddess, wearing that…

He swallowed hard.

“I… I'll take the first one…”

At least that one would cover his lower half. The other two… not so much.

“Great choice! I did make it custom for you, after all.”

Tian Li handed him the dress. He held it up against his body and was relieved to see that the hem at least reached his knees—unlike the other two, which would barely cover his waist, having been made for shorter women.

“Where should I go to change?”

“What do you mean?”

“I can't change here in front of you all, can I?”

“Isn’t that the point? You asked for help wearing women's clothing,” Tian Li said matter-of-factly.

“Yeah! I told you earlier—we’re going to dress you up nicely,” Li Xue added from behind.

Before he could react, she grabbed his belt and pulled it loose.

“Ah! What are you doing?!”

“Helping you change.” She grinned while tugging his outer robes off.

In the blink of an eye, he was standing in nothing but his inner robes—essentially his underwear.

“Wait. How am I supposed to wear this without taking everything off?”

The three women exchanged glances, then simultaneously blushed.

“Um… how would the women in your old world wear them?” Tian Li asked, curiosity overcoming her embarrassment.

“Well… the inner layers and underwear were completely different,” he explained.

“Oh? Show me!” Tian Li demanded enthusiastically.

“Er… sure.”

Pulling a scroll and brush from his space earring, he quickly sketched an illustration. A light blush colored his cheeks as the three women leaned over his shoulders, their gazes fixed on his drawing.

“Ahem. These are called bras, and these are panties.”

“Oh! Those would be easy to make,” Tian Li mused, her eyes lighting up with intrigue.

Tian Li quickly got to work, cutting and stitching fabric with practiced ease. Within moments, four sets of beautifully crafted underwear lay neatly on the table.

Jin Shu glanced between the delicate garments and the three women, a sinking feeling settling in his gut. He hesitated before asking the question he dreaded the answer to.

“Um…? Why are there four sets?”

“One for each of us, of course,” Tian Li replied cheerfully.

He stared at her, then at the underwear again. Nope.

“Yeah… on second thought, I think I’ll skip out on exploring the sect.” He spun on his heel, making a beeline for the door.

Li Xue, quick as ever, jumped in front of him, blocking his path.

“Move.” His voice was calm, but firm.

She shook her head and motioned for him to lean down.

Jin Shu sighed and obliged, leaning in close.

She placed her lips next to his ear and whispered, “Don’t you want to see us in those bras and panties? I can convince them to change right here together.”

She pulled back, smiling up at him with an innocent look that didn't match her words.

His eyes flickered toward Biyu and Tian Li, who were watching the exchange with curiosity. He gritted his teeth, torn between hesitation and… temptation.

Li Xue motioned for him to lean down again.

“You’ll get to see us without them as well,” she murmured, her voice dripping with seduction.

Jin Shu gulped. His mind blanked for a second before he found himself nodding absently.

“Great!” Li Xue clapped her hands, her enthusiasm a stark contrast to the sudden tension in the room. “You change first!”

Before he could react, she reached out and tugged at the knot securing his inner robe.

The fabric loosened, and his robe swung open, exposing his chiseled abs. Having cultivated through the Body Realm, his physique had been honed to its peak—just shy of dedicated body cultivators.

Three audible gulps echoed in the now-silent room.

Jin Shu caught Li Xue’s wrists just as she darted for his pants. Leaning down, he whispered into her ear, his breath warm against her skin.

“You’ll join me.”

He felt a shiver run through her as she exhaled a hot, shaky breath into his ear. A heartbeat later, she nodded.

“Take it off me,” she whispered back.

Releasing her wrists, he reached for the belt around her waist.

Ahem!

A pointed cough cut through the moment.

Jin Shu’s gaze snapped up, locking onto Biyu, who had somehow closed the distance between them.

“What are you two doing?” she asked, her tone sharp with suspicion.

“Helping each other change,” Li Xue answered nonchalantly, as if nothing was out of the ordinary.

As she spoke, she shrugged off her outer robes.

“What are you doing?!” Biyu's voice cracked, shooting up an octave in shock.

“Changing?” Li Xue responded, tilting her head, as if the answer should have been obvious—which, in fairness, it was, but that didn’t make it any less surprising.

“The sooner we all get into our new clothes, the sooner we can leave,” she added breezily.

Biyu and Tian Li exchanged glances before looking at Jin Shu, then at themselves, and finally back at each other.

Tian Li let out a small shrug, then reached for her outer robes.

Jin Shu’s eyes widened, his gaze locked in place as if he were engraving every detail into his mind—much like inscribing runes onto a weapon.

And then, with a quiet sigh, Biyu gritted her teeth and swiftly disrobed as well.

His gaze flickered between the three absurdly beautiful women, each possessing their own unique charm.

Li Xue, petite and lively, had the air of a mischievous little animal—playful, impish, and impossible to predict.

Biyu, with her fair skin contrasted by striking green hair and eyes, looked like a being plucked straight from the pages of a fantasy tale.

And then there was Tian Li.

Perfect.

At least, in Jin Shu’s eyes, she was. She radiated an almost divine beauty, as if she were a goddess sent from the heavenly palaces to walk the mortal world. Her full, bountiful figure was accentuated by the way she shyly shielded her well-endowed chest, turquoise eyes shimmering with a hint of embarrassment.

Jin Shu gulped, barely managing to swallow the saliva pooling in his mouth before it could betray his slack-jawed awe.

Jin Shu’s dazed state shattered as he felt a sudden tug on his pants. Instinct kicked in—he barely managed to shield himself with both hands before glancing down to find a grinning Li Xue, her eyes sweeping over him with an appreciative gleam.

She licked her lips.

The look in her eyes made him feel less like a man and more like a particularly well-marbled cut of meat.

Acting fast, he summoned a gust of wind, sending a pair of underwear flying from the table into his free hand. Without missing a beat, he conjured a rippling barrier of water between himself and the three women. It wasn’t perfect, but it was enough to obscure their view while he swiftly covered his unmentionables.

“Boo!” Li Xue huffed in disappointment. “You’re a man, aren’t you? What’s there to hide?”

Before he could respond, the water barrier dissolved.

He stood awkwardly, one hand shielding his lower half, the other covering his chest—a futile attempt at modesty, considering the silk underwear barely covered anything.

Suppressing a shiver, he cringed as the soft fabric brushed against places he was very much unused to feeling fabric touch.

Silence stretched in the room.

“Uh… that bra is mine,” Tian Li finally said, breaking the moment.

Jin Shu blinked, then glanced down. Only now did he register the extra fabric against his chest. His eyes flicked to Tian Li. Ah.

Clearing his throat, he awkwardly removed the bra and handed it over. In return, she passed him another one.

He examined it with a mix of curiosity and apprehension. Unlike the others, this one was… different. Given the technological limitations and the rushed crafting process, none of the bras had the underwires or padding modern ones would.

Except this one.

This one was very much padded.

In fact, it was shaped in a way that would make it look like he had actual breasts.

And somehow… it was dyed to match his skin tone perfectly.

He had no idea how she had managed that.

Jin Shu glanced between the three women, then down at the padded bra in his hands, trying to estimate its cup size. As a native of this world, that knowledge wasn’t readily available, so he had to dig through his other half’s memories. The process was becoming easier now that the two psyches were melding closer together.

After a moment, he found what he was looking for.

Only… there was nothing.

Jin Shu frowned. What gives? he asked his eldest soul.

Why would I know different cup sizes? his older self replied dryly. All I know is that women have cup and band sizes. That’s the extent of my knowledge.

Jin Shu sighed. Useless.

With no better option, he resorted to his last resort: feeling and observing.

He gave the padded bra an experimental squeeze. It was soft. Surprisingly bouncy. It spilled out of his palm just a little—so it had a decent size.

Glancing up, he compared it to the three women in front of him.

His eyes landed first on Tian Li, his goddess. Yeah… no. He immediately eliminated her from the comparison. Hers were voluptuous to a degree he had never seen before—like divine treasures crafted by the heavens themselves.

Next, he turned to Biyu. Her inner robe hugged her curves, making her bust impossible to ignore. She was… blessed. Like two ripe, healthy melons resting on her chest.

He swallowed. Hard.

Finally, he turned to Li Xue.

Petite, but not tiny. A perfect, perky balance. From what he could tell, they’d probably fit perfectly in his palm.

Not that he was testing that theory.

Yet.

Before he could contemplate further, Li Xue snatched the bra from his hands.

“What?! No fair! How come even Jin Shu gets bigger breasts than me?”

Tian Li laughed at her antics. “If you’d like, I can stuff yours as well.”

“No! I’m proud of myself!” Li Xue declared, puffing out her chest before dramatically pulling open her robes to show off her red dudou, embroidered with delicate white flower patterns.

Jin Shu half expected some surprising reveal—maybe a hidden trick of perspective or some cultivation technique to enhance curves.

Nope.

It was exactly as he thought.

Not too large. Not too small. Just… Li Xue-sized.

“What—” Biyu started, clearly about to reprimand her again, but Jin Shu swiftly interjected.

“Before we get into this back and forth again, can you all help me wear this?” He held up the dress. Better to be covered up in women’s clothing than standing here awkwardly in lingerie.

“Slip it on over your head, and I’ll help adjust it,” Tian Li instructed.

He did as she said, pulling it over his head like a simple t-shirt. Surprisingly, it fit well—though he really wished it was longer. The hem barely reached the top of his knees, which, if his other self’s memories were correct, was actually longer than a typical babydoll dress.

Tian Li stepped behind him, tying the loose straps at his back to tighten the fit. Then, without warning, she reached around his chest, slipping her hands inside the open bust.

Her soft fingers brushed against his skin, sending a shiver down his spine.

Jin Shu stiffened.

She pushed and adjusted the padded bra, shaping it carefully until she seemed satisfied.

“Turn around,” she said.

He obeyed, turning to face her. She was only slightly shorter than him, bringing their faces nearly level.

His eyes flickered downward—then immediately regretted it.

Her inner robe was still slightly open, revealing a glimpse of smooth, pinkish skin beneath.

Jin Shu flushed and snapped his gaze back up, praying she hadn’t noticed.

Luckily, she was too focused on perfecting the final touches of his bust. After another moment of fine-tuning, she nodded and turned to the other two.

“How does it look?”

“Cute!” Li Xue giggled.

Biyu placed a hand over her mouth to suppress a laugh. Her shoulders shook before she managed to choke out, “It’s… good.”

Her barely restrained laughter did not inspire confidence.

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