「Too tight? Not too big?」

Straf asks, and looks down at her partially-buttoned blazer. Her white shirt's buttons are barely holding on, and the gaps between them allow him to catch a good look into her cleavage.

「Yes… I feel a little… Compressed around my chest. Like in my swimsuit.」

Cycelia nods her head, tugging at her green blazer's sides a little to make more room within. All it amounts to, is that she makes the contents jiggle for very little relief in return.

「Swimsuit, huh?…」

He says, staring into the gaps in her shirt. A memory of Cycelia in her slightly-too-small swimsuit flashes before his eyes.

《Yeah. This is character development.》

Straf nods as well, still staring at her chest.

「Alright. Let's go to that uniform place again, and get you a bigger shirt. Your blazer is fine?」

He shrugs his hands, and heads for the door.

「It's a little tight too… But I don't mind my blazer, I can just leave it unbuttoned.」

「Well, alright. Change your shirts, I'll wait outside.」

Crrr-creaaaaak…

Straf shrugs, and exits. With his arms crossed, he leans on the wall outside and waits. After a few minutes, Cycelia emerges from the room.

Crrrrrrea-eeaak…

「Do you remember the way?」

She asks, holding the folded uniform shirt in her hands, and wearing her usual one beneath her blazer.

「Yup. I've been back and forth through this place a few times already.」

Straf bounces himself off the wall, and leads Cycelia towards the stairwell. A student arrives at their floor, just as Straf is about to take the first step down.

「Boo!」

He shouts in his face, abruptly leaning in. The student jumps away, slamming his back onto a wall and almost falling over as he clutches at it for balance.

「Hahahaha! Nerd!」

Descending down the stairs, Straf lets out a loud cackle and mocks the student.

「Straf! That's not nice!」

Cycelia chides him, following just two or three steps behind down the stairwell.

「Yeah, I know. Didn't I say it? I'm done being nice. It's starting to burn me out, Lia. Someone needs to give nerds swirlies in this shitty magic school, or else it'll be a pure wish fulfillment fantasy.」

「…Swirlies?」

Cycelia asks with furrowed brows.

「Yeah, it's when you grab a nerd's head and- Ah.」

Straf explains, peeking over his shoulder, but then abruptly stops.

「Yeah… I guess modern plumbing is a few centuries away, still.」

He remarks, rubbing his chin as they continue to descend the stairs.

「What are you talking about, Straf? We do have modern plumbing.」

「No, Lia, I mean really modern plumbing- Forget it. The bottom line is… If your time at school isn't miserable, it's a fantasy requiring some serious suspension of disbelief. Someone needs to…」

He explains further, gesturing with his hand.

「…Snap his fingers, and wake them up from their fantasy land.」

Then snaps his fingers, glancing at Cycelia.

「Huh? But I don't want to be miserable…」

Cycelia says with a little sad pout.

「Don't you worry, Lia, I'll make anyone who tries to make you miserable, miserable.」

As they descend another level, Straf shoots a smug smirk at her over his shoulder.

Ba-dump. Ba-dump.

「Straf…」

Cycelia momentarily freezes in her tracks, while Straf carries onward with his hands in his pockets.

「Come on, it's quite a way from here.」

Straf's voice says from beyond the stairs' central column.

「I don't think you should make others miserable, though…」

Cycelia quietly replies, and hurries to catch up…

…

A few moments later, in the Academy's uniform storage…

「Hey, I need a new uniform shirt.」

Straf announces to the white-haired, yellow-eyed young woman sitting at the desk. Though her clothes resemble the Academy uniform, they are nothing alike color-wise. Her plaid, dark purple skirt stretches past her knees, and her cream turtleneck sweater accentuates her youthful face. If not for the two, small bumps in its center, her chest would be as flat as a plank.

「What is the reason?」

She asks, as Straf closes the door behind Cycelia.

「It's too small.」

He replies, and walks up to the desk with her.

「I see… And what is your size?」

「Not me. Her.」

With his head, Straf points out Cycelia standing beside him, and holding onto the uniform shirt.

「Uhhh-huh… What's your sizes, then?」

《Uh-huh. No wonder you have trouble finding a good fit.》

The woman's yellow eyes momentarily drift to Cycelia's chest, then back to her eyes.

「Sizes?」

Cycelia tilts her head, and blinks her emerald eyes at the woman.

「Yes, sizes… You know, circumference? The length of all around your body at a certain point?」

She nods her head and explains. She gestures, pinching both of her thumbs and fingers, and running them close to her chest. To the barely-visible bumps on her chest from the sides, and then back to the sides again.

「Ahh… That.」

Cycelia nods her head, enlightened.

「That shirt you have on seems to fit you well, what did the tailor say?」

The woman quickly points her fingers at Cycelia's shirt, beneath her barely-buttoned blazer, then props her head up on her fist.

「Ah… No, this wasn't fitted at a tailor. I remember having my sizes taken some time back, but the maids have never told me what they were. They just told me that they'll handle it, and then gave me the shirt.」

She shakes her head in reply, looking down at her fancy, non-uniform shirt.

「Hm. I see… Well, we'll find something that fits you.」

The woman shrugs and stands up, sliding out from her desk. She walks into the side room, and audibly rummages through something there.

「Hey, Wilfrey! Did you see the measuring tape around here somewhere!?」

Within the room, the woman's voice loudly asks.

「What!?」

「The measuring tape!」

「Try the corner!」

A man's voice replies. After a few moments, the woman reemerges from the side room.

「Okay, I found it!」

She announces to Straf and Cycelia as she returns.

「Um, this is the shirt I was given…」

Cycelia sets the shirt down onto the desk. The woman nods her head in reply as she walks past the desk, and approaches Cycelia.

「Lift your arms for me, okay?… What size was the shirt?」

The woman requests, fiddling with the long, narrow tape marked at even intervals. Leaning forward a little, she wraps it around Cycelia's chest, just beneath her breasts.

「I think it was… Nine? Right?」

Cycelia says, looking at Straf as she furrows her brows. He shrugs with his arms crossed in response.

「Urk!-」

「Is there a problem?」

Cycelia looks down at the woman with her brows furrowed in concern, when she audibly chokes on air.

《You bitch. It was you!?》

「…No. Not at all.」

She replies, looking up into Cycelia's eyes with a broad smile.

《I give you the biggest shirt we have, and you come back a few hours later saying it's too small!? How dare you, you bitch!?》

「Oookay. That's underbust done…」

The woman announces, and grits her teeth. She then wraps the tape higher around Cycelia's chest, right in the center of her sizable breasts.

「Maybe I should take the blazer off?」

Cycelia asks, lowering her arms a little.

《How are you not ashamed to walk around with tits like this, you cow!?》

「No no, that won't be necessary. I just need your rough measurements. Keep your arms up, please.」

The white-haired woman says, and Cycelia lifts her arms up high again. While her chest gets squeezed by the tape, Cycelia can catch a better look at the woman as she's leaning towards her. Her skin is fair and pristine, without a slightest blemish or mark upon it. Her snow-like hair drapes her shoulders while she takes Cycelia's sizes. The woman tilts her head gently to read the measurement, and her ear pokes through her snow-white hair.

「Ah. Your ears are kind of pointy, like an elf.」

Cycelia blurts out, looking at the woman's pointy ear. Her yellow eyes look up into Cycelia's emerald ones, and she straightens out.

「Humpf. Like an elf? I am an elf…」

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Taking a step back, the woman lets out an amused scoff with her fists on her hips, and proudly explains.

「…Partially.」

She quietly clarifies.

「Uwaaa! Really!? I've never seen an elf!」

Cycelia's eyes spark, and a joyful smile appears on her face as she clasps her hands at her chest.

「Partially, huh?… So, how many generations since you've had a real knife-ears in your family?」

Straf asks with an amused grin.

「Hrk!」

「Straf! Don't say things like that! That's offensive!」

The woman chokes, and Cycelia loudly admonishes Straf.

「Oh. Knife-ears is actually offensive here?」 「Straf!」

He asks, chuckling at Cycelia. She pouts angrily in response.

「I am a real elf. I have elfblood in me. That's why my hair and eyes are like this.」

The part-elf woman replies with an insistent tone, and flicks her snow-white hair off her shoulder, glaring at Straf.

《Ahhh… How typical of a man this handsome to be a complete asshole.》

She lets out a little disappointed sigh, still staring at his smug and amused good-looking face.

「I- I am really sorry for Straf! He's a really nice, great guy! It's just he's not from around here!…」

With her hands clasped together and her brows furrowed, Cycelia apologizes, bowing her head a little. She turns her face to Straf with an angry pout on her face.

「…And sometimes he says really, really!…」

Pat!

「Ow.」

Straf utters out, as Cycelia lightly punches him in the shoulder.

Pat! Pat!

「Ow… Ow…」

「…Really!… Weird things!」

She continues, as Straf idly takes the halfhearted punishment with a slanted mouth on his face.

「But believe me, he really is a kind, nice guy! I'll give him a talking to later!」

Defending him, Cycelia concludes, and angrily pouts at Straf once more

「Ah, so that's how it is…」

The supposed elf woman knowingly nods her head, and her yellow eyes lazily jump between them both with her mouth aslant as well.

「Yes! That's how it is!」

Cycelia nods with fervor, clenching her fists.

《I see. So he's after your massive boobs, and you mistakenly thought he sees more than that in you. Figures. I almost feel bad for you, dumb cow.》

「Hmm…」

The woman humms, tilting her head a little. She then smiles at Cycelia, shrugging her shoulders.

《Why don't you share your tits with me? Give me a half of what you have, damn it! Then men will look at you, like you're more than just another notch on their belt!》

「…I'm not mad, or anything. I don't get easily offended, so don't worry. But Straf here should probably not say things like that in the earshot of the headmaster.」

She says, and starts fiddling with her tape again.

「Okay. Um, is the measurement done?-」

「Nope, almost. Lift your arms again for a second, and lean forward a little.」

「Oh, okay… Is this far enough?」

Cycelia lifts her elbows up above her shoulders, leaning forward a little.

《Look at those udders! You're like an actual cow! You shameless bitch!》

「Yup, give me a second.」

The woman nods with a smile, gritting her teeth as she loosely wraps the measuring tape around Cycelia's chest again.

「You know, I'm-!」

Cycelia blurts out, then abruptly stops herself.

「Hm?」

The woman humms, and her yellow eyes snap upward to Cycelia's face.

《Partially a dragon!… But I can't tell you that!》

「…I'm really surprised that there's other races here!」

Cycelia breaks eye contact and looks aside with a nervous smile.

「Hmmm?… It's not really that surprising. Julva the keykeeper in girls' dormitories is a dwarf, for example. Pureblooded, not like me-」

「Wait, she's an actual dwarf? Not just short and fat?」

Straf cuts in, chuckling as he looks at them both. The elfblood woman looks at him with an annoyed, tight-lipped grimace, then continues measuring Cycelia.

「Yes, she's a dwarf. There have been some beastmen attending a few years back-」

She nods her head in reply. As she speaks, her brows suddenly furrow, and she abruptly pauses.

「Make that a decade, actually…」

The woman lets out a large, tired sigh. A brief silence begins.

「…Are you two an item, or anything like that?」

She casually asks as she tightens the tape a little, glancing at Straf briefly.

《Ahhh! Why so suddenly!?》

「Huh!? No- I mean- Ah- I mean-」

Cycelia's face flushes red as she begins to stammer, and her emerald eyes jump all over the room, avoiding the woman's gaze.

「Is this a question designed to get us in trouble?」

Straf asks with a serious voice, glaring at the elfblood woman's face with his hands in his pockets. The two glare at each other, before the woman breaks the eye contact.

「Ahaha, no… Please forget I asked, I was just curious.」

The woman unwraps Cycelia's chest, and takes a step away, dismissively waving her hand with a little grin. She takes Cycelia's uniform shirt off the desk, and steps towards the side room.

「We have a tailoring set in the back, and I'm actually quite handy with that. I'll make some adjustments real quick, please wait a moment.」

《I'll add so much slack to your chest, it'll look like a mantle, you cow-titted bitch.》

The woman says with a wide smile, and steps into the side room.

「Okay…」

Cycelia nods her head, but the woman disappears before she can respond. She looks at Straf, and Straf looks back at her, idling around the room in silence.

「Straf… You better not be a human supremacist, or something like that…」

Side-glancing at his face, Cycelia pouts.

「Why? Because I said knife-ears?… Will you get mad at me if I am?」

Straf asks with his arms crossed, smirking a little, as leans and partially sits onto the desk.

「…I don't think you're the type of guy that wants to put all other races in chains, and thinks of them as inferior to humans… So don't say things like that.」

Cycelia meekly replies, tapping her index fingers together.

「Is being a human supremacist not okay? What if I'm a dragon supremacist? Is that okay?」

Straf asks, smugly grinning at her. Cycelia turns her face away, fidgeting with her medallion.

「…That's different.」

「How? Remember how a whole group of them came to do their civic duty and stuff?-」

「That's different!」

Cycelia insists, and Straf chuckles in response, shaking his head.

「Alright, alright… If you say so.」

He throws his hands up, and places them back in his pockets. A brief silence begins again. Straf reads through a wooden noticeboard full of out of date school information on the nearby wall. Events, graduation, new exam date… Which happens to be today. All in all, nothing useful or very informative.

《Ahhh! I don't want Straf to be mean to anyone! I just want him to worship me! Praise me! Do anything I say!- Ah, he already kind of does that…》

「…You're not actually a dragon supremacist, so don't even joke like that.」

Cycelia abruptly breaks the silence, toying with her medallion in her fingers.

「So that's not okay, either?」

He asks over his shoulder, looking at her with a smug smirk.

「All I'm saying is, don't be rude to nice people, Straf. She- Ah. What's her name?」

Cycelia's brows furrow, and her emerald eyes drift to the open side room.

「You mean the elf? Dunno, she didn't say.」

Straf returns to Cycelia's side, and shrugs his shoulders. A few minutes of waiting later, the part-elf woman reemerges from the room.

「Here it is! It should fit you fine now!」

《And if it's still too tight… Suffocate to death in that shirt, you tits-for-brains!》

She declares, approaching Cycelia and holding the uniform out for her with a smile on her face.

《She's so nice! I should get her a thank-you treat from the city later!》

「Ah! Thank you!… What's your name? I'm Lia, this is Straf… As you may already know.」

Cycelia points her hand at, and briefly pouts at Straf again, before turning her smiling face back to the snow-haired woman.

《I don't care what your name is! The only thing everyone will remember are your oversized cow tits!》

「I'm Leila. There's Wilfrey here, too, but he's in the back right now. You've probably met him.」

Leila introduces herself, and points her hand at the open door to the side, shrugging her shoulders as her fists rest on her wide hips.

「Ah, yes, I think we have.」

Cycelia nods, glancing at Straf's bored face.

「Um… Thank you for your help, and once again, apologies for Straf. Please don't hold it against him.」

Smiling, she thanks Leila again with a polite bow, clutching onto her refitted uniform shirt.

《How about you apologize for how blessed you are!? You clueless bitch!》

「No no no, not at all. Please. I'm not a child, I don't hold grudges, and I'm not easily offended. Don't lose sleep over it.」

Leila slowly waves her hands in front of herself, shaking her head with an even larger smile.

《She's such a pleasant person!》

「Well… Thank you again. I'll go try it on.」

Cycelia heads for the door, and Straf takes it as a cue to open it for her.

《Let's see how long your boyfriend will stick around, after you finally put out for him, you slut! You cow-titted slut!》

「Take care! Come back if you need anything uniform related!」

Leila bids them both farewell with a smile and an energetic wave of her hand. She places her fists on her hips, as Straf slowly shuts the door behind him.

Clack.

The door closes. Leila lets out a huge, displeased sighful groan, and sits back down. She slumps over on the desk, hiding her face in her forearms.

「…I bet if I had udders instead of breasts, men would pay attention to me, too…」

Dejected, she mumbles into her arms. Wilfrey walks out of the side room, holding a palm-sized box of some mysterious material in his hand.

「Hey, Leila, what do you figure this is?-」

The flat woman's angry yellow eyes and anguished, grimacing face silently snap to him the moment he asks.

「…Wow. They got you too, huh?」

Wilfrey says, as Leila grinds her teeth in frustration…