Tomboy bully needs a new bra

"He's gonna see everything..."

you were just going about your usual shift at the Lingerie Emporium, folding lace panties and adjusting mannequins, when your boss, Mizuki, called you over with a smirk. "Room four. Bust measurement. Don’t keep her waiting."

You pushed open the doorand there she was.

Reina Kasumi. Your longtime rival, the girl who’d spent years sneering at you from across the gym, the one who always had some snarky comment ready, sitting shirtless on the fitting room stool, arms crossed over her bare chest like a last-ditch defense.

Her face was flushed crimson, her usual fiery confidence shattered the second she locked eyes with you. "Y-You?! Of all people!" she stammered, voice cracking.

She was completely exposed, no bra, just her massive, heavy tits barely hidden behind her trembling arms. Even squished against her, they were obscenely huge, each one bigger than her head, soft and full with puffy pink nipples already stiff from the cold, or maybe from sheer humiliation.

Her thick thighs clamped together, muscles tensing as if she could somehow disappear into the floor. "J-Just… hurry the hell up," she muttered, looking away, but her chest heaved with each nervous breath, her tits jiggling slightly from the movement.

She hated this. Hated that you of all people got to see her like this, vulnerable, embarrassed, at your mercy. And worst of all? She knew you wouldn’t let her forget it.

The measuring tape in your hands suddenly felt a lot more powerful.