Ch 1.34: Underdressed

Ch 1.34: Underdressed

“Clothes, clothes, clothes,” Elaina muttered to herself as she jumped out of bed. She didn’t even have Tira’s spare jacket or her underwear anymore, was just completely naked in the room. “I could borrow clothes from Tira?” She looked down at her chest; there was no way any of Tira’s tops or bras were going to fit her. “I just need—”

A uniform, a complete set including socks and boots, was hanging on the doorknob leading to the hallway, with a piece of parchment sticking out of the jacket pocket. It looked suspiciously like her size. She walked over and took the paper out, unfolding it and reading the message inscribed inside.

Dear Elaina,

Morning, sleepyhead! I tried talking to you about this last night, but you were absolutely out after our little playtime. Your roommate told me about the scraps of clothes left in your room, and I was able to pull a couple strings and get you a replacement uniform once I explained it was due to a bullying situation. Your underwear from last night is in my desk drawer if you want to wear it. You gave it to me during playtime, but I don’t expect you to really give it up if you want it back.

I had a great time, and I’m sorry I couldn’t be there when you woke up.

-Tira

Elaina’s heart skipped at the last line, and she stared at it for a while before setting the note aside and going to look at her uniform. It was the same material, somehow made extremely quickly with absurd quality. The Endrin-issued clothing hit her hard the first time she saw it, but this one hit harder still.

She looked over to Tira’s desk, wondering. Panties are too dirty to wear regardless, but I should really wear a bra. But really, she couldn’t right? A smile grew on her face as she put her shirt on. She’d given the bra away, after all. Game or no, it belonged to Tira now, so Elaina wouldn’t be wearing it.

The white shirt was tight, just like her others, but obviously not tight enough to provide the support that she really needed. It was thin too, the outline of her nipples being crystal clear while the pink color was vaguely suggested at. That obviously wouldn’t have been okay on its own, but it’d be fine with the jacket. She finished getting dressed and went to admire herself in the Tira’s bathroom mirror. She actually looked mostly fine, the cut of the jacket pressing her breasts in anyway, even if it didn’t push them up like she would have liked. Fịndd new updates at novelhall.com

Elaina turned around and flipped her skirt up, admiring the red marks Tira had left on her. She was surprised they hadn’t bruised, but then she thought back to her class. When she’d sprained her ankle that first night, it had healed remarkably quickly, and she wondered if this was the same phenomenon. Still, the marks were light enough, and Elaina’s skirt long enough, that they were mostly unnoticeable, which was fortunate. She’d really have to be careful to not have any repeats of the skirt incident during the duel with Waine, but that had been on purpose anyway, and Tira was right about the uniforms being made well enough to not come undone like that on accident.

Both girls stood there, blushing, as the rest of the class filled in. “Was it nice?” Carline eventually asked.

“It was amazing!” Elaina couldn’t help but grin while thinking back to the bath with Tira. “I mean, it was a little unexpected in a lot of ways, but I had a really great time.”

Carline sighed in relief. “Good. I was worried, you leaving like that after curfew last night. And I guess Tira gave you the uniform she told me about?”

“Yeah, she did.” Won’t mention she took my underwear too though. “Why didn’t you tell me about it?”

Carline blushed, looking down. “I’m sorry. I wanted to, but she told me not to for some reason. Said she wanted to surprise you with it, and I was too scared to not listen.”

Elaina laughed. “Yeah, I get that.” She looked around at the other students, wondering how full her class would be, and then she spotted two familiar faces.

Waine and Prisma were off just a little bit further down the rack, chatting to each other and laughing. She looks so happy... Prisma caught her glance and stared back, Waine looking over to see what she was staring at as well. Waine held her gaze for a moment before jerking away, grabbing Prisma’s arm and storming off. Elaina exhaled. It was the first time she’d seen him since their duel, and she was afraid of how he’d react without Tira around.

“I think he’ll leave you alone now,” Carline said. “Tira might be part of it, but he’s always been like this. He never would play chess with me again after the first time I beat him.”

“That’s something, at least.”

“Attention, class!” Elaina turned to see a younger woman, early thirties at most, clad in what she would consider very normal clothes, clothes she might have expected farmers to wear back home, simple baggy trousers and a brown tunic. She had a weapon on her hip, the same style as the ones prepared on the field, only far nicer looking. “I’m Professor Ranlit, and this is fencing class. You all here are the first years who aren’t internal targeters, so martial combat is a secondary concern to most of you. But everyone runs out of mana eventually, and you need to be able to defend yourself in a pinch. You only see me once a week, so we’re gonna have to hit the ground running to make any progress. You’re all going to be doing a tournament today so I can see where your skills stand, so everyone go hang your jackets up on the rack and grab a rapier.”

Elaina looked down to her chest. She thought about what she’d seen earlier in Tira’s room: the shape of her breasts hanging without support, the thinness of her white shirt, the outline of her nipples. “Wait—”