"Thanks, Miria."
"It's 'Big Sister'."
"Thank you very much," Vesta added, offering her own gratitude.
Next, she moved on to the demigreaves.
"I should have put the greaves on before the rest of the armor," Vesta grumbled.
It must have been difficult to bend over once the plate mail was on. It was a good thing we were doing this today; learning from this, she could just make sure to put her leg gear on first from tomorrow onward.
She equipped the gauntlets as well. She was all set.
The steel gear was more stylish than I had expected. I felt a bit guilty for having imagined some clunky, poorly-made robot. The armor didn't overly emphasize her curves, but it looked sleek and well-fitted.
The silhouette was beautiful.
No matter how I looked at her, she was a striking beauty in men's attire. Though I suppose the distinction of "men's clothing" didn't really exist in this world.
I felt like calling her Oscar.
"It looks great on you. Is it heavy?"
"A little. But I think I'll be fine."
So it was heavy, then. She would just have to endure it for now. Well, it wasn't like she had to wear it all night. Since this was just a fitting, I had her take it off immediately.
After helping her out of her clothes, we headed to the bathroom. We wiped away the sweat with warm water. Once she was clean, I had her put on the camisole negligee.
"How is it, Vesta? Does it fit?"
"Yes. Um... though the hem is a bit short."
Vesta stepped into the bedroom wearing the black camisole. Her massive breasts lifted the fabric to an extraordinary degree. Mount Fuji, the Twin Towers... no, more like a pyramid.
I felt like naming her King Khufu.
"Oh, wow. It looks good."
"Thank you. But it's so short, it's a little embarrassing."
The hem reached to just above her knees. Even by the standards of a mini-skirt, it wasn't excessively short. But in a world where mini-skirts didn't exist, I suppose exposing one's knees was enough to feel bashful.
I felt like naming her Twiggy.
For me, however, it was incredibly provocative. Back in Japan, the idea of me getting close to a woman in a mini-skirt would have been unthinkable.
Damn. It was irresistible.
I had her sit on the edge of the bed. As she sat, even more of her thighs were revealed. The black color of the camisole only added to the seductive allure.
I wouldn't be able to hold back.
I pulled Vesta toward me and caressed her knees. The contrast between the smooth satin hem and her bare skin was intoxicating. As my hands moved, I sought out her lips.
While standing, Vesta was more than a head taller than me, but when we sat side-by-side, the height gap wasn't nearly as noticeable. I shouldn't overthink the physics of it. It didn't matter, as long as I could reach her lips without any trouble.
In the kissing rotation before bed, Roxanne was last and Vesta was first.
I had every reason to be grateful for that order. I wanted to give my past self a thumbs-up for deciding on this arrangement.