I Have Returned, but I Cannot Lay down My Gun

“...I don’t know if they came here to shop or to rummage through trash cans like scavengers.”

“This is really creepy. The windows are all broken...and there’s no light.”

“Gucci, Hermes, Louis Vuitton, Moncler...I’ve heard those names before. I wonder if there’s anything left.”

“Be careful. There might be unexploded white phosphorus fragments left behind.”

Conrad Hotel, Washington, D.C., 11:00 AM.

A mere 1km east of the White House, inside a half-burned-out former five-star hotel, several people enter the luxury goods section. However, none of them had a wallet or credit card.

In the first place, no one would accept such a thing even if they had offered it.

A strange sound was heard as the glass shards shattered under the step of military boots. The dozen or so operators crossed the broken turnstiles into the lobby, and the Dagger team leisurely looked around the interior.

It was quiet.

No other words were needed.

"The interior is cleaner than I thought. I thought it would be a terribly messy place if it was a luxury store."

"That would be the correct answer, but there probably weren't many people stealing things here. Two years ago, the Capitol was destroyed and the president was forced to flee, an unprecedented situation."

"...So that means the civilians of the capital fled the capital without having time to collect anything. I understand. You know more than I thought?"

"That's right."

A brief silence.

Laurentina answered, gently stroking the wall.

"Because I was the one who led the evacuation on the spot."

"...."

"Well, there were other things, but that's not the point. Anyway, I came back, and this time I successfully defended the capital. Considering that, wouldn't it be okay to think that I came to get a reward?"

"The idea of ​​taking it that way is amazing, but well, let's just say that."

Everyone listened to the conversation with strange expressions, but it wasn't really wrong.

The Dagger team turned on the flashlights they had each brought, and the corridors of the luxury store that had been locked in the darkness for so long began to appear in earnest. As everyone said, the interior was cleaner than expected.

However, to be exact, that was all. The leather wallets, belts, bags, and shoes that had been left out for about two years without any preservation procedures were already completely broken.

Of course, even if they were intact, that didn't mean that the Dagger team would take them. No matter how much I thought about it, bags and belts weren't really useful items at this point.

"Let's look around a bit more. If we look for clothes that are in good condition, we might be able to salvage something."

"Come to think of it, do these guys who usually make clothes or bags also make maternity clothes?"

"No, but isn't it a bit odd to just give them to me?"

"That's true, but..."

I know what happened between Lapland and Captain Farquason, but it would be extremely rude to openly congratulate them on that.

I would congratulate them, but I wouldn't say it out loud. I had to choose a gift that was natural but also considerate and congratulatory.

And that was somewhere in these ruins.

Team Dagger thought that it would be very difficult to salvage any loot here.

"The perfume has completely lost its alcohol and the lipstick has completely melted. The only thing that's left intact is probably the jewelry, but the display case is completely... shattered. They must have taken all the jewelry in the process. It's incredible."

"The watch is still there. It would be a decent gift, except for the irony that the watches our friend from Lapland wears are at least a thousand times more expensive than the ones on display here."

"...I wonder if he'd like something like a necklace."

"There's nothing more useful than I thought. Like I thought at first, clothes would be much more useful."

"That's right."

Laurentina snapped her fingers with a snap.

A few of them suddenly turned their heads in that direction, and she looked as if she had just had a good idea. Everyone was half-terrified by this, but Shark didn't care and continued.

"Ollie, Ground Dog, Youngest, and Vampire. Come with me. I have a good idea."

"First of all, I won't believe a single word that comes out of your mouth. I won't move an inch from here until you tell me exactly what it is. So do as you wish."

"Let's hear what it is. Then I'll decide. I'm also curious as to why you only called us."

"Uh, um. I think the same as everyone else."

"Even Youngest... Was I this unpopular? It's so sad."

"No one doesn't know that you're a madman, you punk."

Laurentina made an exaggerated expression of pain at that.

Naturally, most of the people there looked at her with bewildered faces, and Laurentina soon laughed, completely erasing the emotion from just now from her face.

"Okay, I was just joking. But I'm serious about the fact that only mutants have to go here, and there's a reason for that. Could you lend me your ear for a moment, you little punk?"

"Just tell me, why are you bothering me so much...?"

"There's a reason for that. You'll understand after you hear it. So just listen to me for now."

Logan grumbled and listened to Laurentina.

The shark looked confused as if he should talk to the bear ear on top of her head or whisper in the human ear between her hair, but Logan sighed and pointed to the human ear with his finger.

And then, after a while, a short whisper followed, and Logan finally responded.

Surprisingly, it made sense.

"...That's true. If that's the case, I guess I'll have to tear it apart for a moment."

"What, what. That shark bastard really had {N•o•v•e•l•i•g•h•t} a reason to convince us?"

"Speak softly, Ollie. Anyway, if you want to hear it, you can come too."

Ironically, Logan's acceptance was also in line with the fact that Laurentina had a proper opinion.

All of the women on the Dagger team, as well as the timid Race, listened in and learned what the shark had said.

The words continued in a voice too quiet for the male operators to hear.

"...Well, if it's about underwear, that's certainly true. I wonder if there's anything sane left in this place that's been neglected for so long."

"I told you, right? Whether we deny it, submit to it, or accept it, we're women now. We need separate bras and panties."

"Gee, it's been so long since I've been to the lingerie store with my girlfriend that I don't even remember how I chose what, and now I have to wear it? This is going to be crazy."

"I'll take care of the talking, so everyone, get ready to go."

A brief moment of silence.

Fortunately or unfortunately, the men were already convinced. Likewise, the fact that Logan understood was enough.

With an awkward farewell, the team split into two, and Laurentina, who took the lead, pinged the underwear store by turning the pulse.

After checking the recommended path laid out on the floor, the women immediately started talking after walking a certain distance - surprisingly, not a single one of them was an original woman.

"...I don't know if I should call it the end, but anyway, this time has come. I guess I should be thankful that only the same mutants remain."

"Well... no, more than that. I wonder if there's something that fits my chest size..."

"That's true. Now that you mention it, Logan, what are you going to do if the size fits but you don't like the design?"

“Fuck, then I can’t just wear nothing... I have to wear something, damn it.”

While a sigh that wasn’t a sigh escaped her lips, Laurentina only smiled in an indecipherable way.

And after a while, they were able to reach their destination without much difficulty, and they confirmed that the sight they had expected was right in front of them.

Not only was it located deep inside the third floor, but compared to other stores that sell items that cost thousands of dollars or even tens of thousands of dollars, the underwear wasn’t that expensive.

In other words, there was nothing that the underwear shop didn’t have.

Of course, the fact that the team welcomed it was a different matter.

“My chest size is 25.71cm... Was this DDD?"

"You're saying something like DDD. G, you punk."

"Damn, who asked you to make it this big...?"

"Coincidentally, coincidentally, except for the lace, the sizes are all similar. If you don't have it, I'll borrow it later. Is that okay?"

"... It's better than taking it without saying anything like those crazy Marines. Tell them when you take it and take it."

Laurentina laughed. Not because it was funny, but because she knew better than anyone what that meant.

It wasn't something she particularly wanted, but it was the moment when the girls' time had come.

"... Is it okay for someone to be that big?"

Meanwhile, in the meantime.

Lace, who was looking at the Dagger team from a place where he had taken a step back, was overcome with subtle emotions.

"... Hey, hey. "Come here for a second."

"Uh, me?"

"Yeah, Snaketail. "There's no one else I can ask for help but you."

...Snake's tail?

I was enjoying a high-end lingerie store in Washington D.C. filled with the damp yet cool air... It's a bit much to say, but anyway, while I was looking around, someone suddenly poked my back.

An unfamiliar voice called me by a strange title that wasn't my name or nickname, so I had no choice but to turn my head in that direction.

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Mr. Lace was there.

He was calling me in a voice so quiet that no one else could hear, so I knew what he meant, and because of that, I didn't need to call the others who were engrossed in the sights.

I thought he was going to tell me something important, so I moved closer with the noise suppression on, and Mr. Lace boldly grabbed my hand and slipped behind me.

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Of course, it would have been obvious, but such a big action couldn't go unnoticed by the Dagger team, who had a sixth sense that far surpassed humans. The Dagger team immediately asked me, "What's going on?" I sent a message.

If there was something dangerous, I could have gotten out right away, so I added that I would try to solve it myself and moved to the back of the store.

The conversation continued.

"...Do I have to wear that too?"

"Well, I don't really need it... I wear something like a sports bra because it hurts when I shake around. But if I move violently, it gets damaged quickly anyway, so I pack everything I can wear."

"Uh, violent movement... ?"

"Not like what Mr. Race thinks."

This person secretly has no tolerance for dirty things....

I heard that he spent most of his time in the lab because he was naturally weak, and during that time he ended up working with Artemis, meeting that talkative Crow, and ended up here, so maybe that's why he was more biased in his knowledge than I thought.

In particular, as I said earlier, he has a lot of knowledge about sex, but he doesn't know anything about the emotions that inevitably come along in the process. What should I say, it feels like someone who can draw the structure of the female genitalia with their eyes closed doesn't know anything about romance or dirty comics?

Anyway, back to the beginning.

I don't know how to say this, but wearing underwear was a huge... controversy among mutants.

Of course, the controversy has settled down to some extent at this point. Anyway, it hurt less when you wear it, and wearing something like a sports bra also reduces the shaking a lot.

According to the researchers' body analysis, considering skin elasticity and other factors, even if you don't wear it, it's called ptosis The symptoms won't show up in the future, but... .

Well, anyway. In short, the benefits aren't that great, but it's much better to wear it anyway.

'... And if you don't wear it, everyone will see it.'

Putting aside the fact that it's see-through or something, the biggest problem is that if you don't wear a bra, the outline of your nipples will be exposed through your clothes.

Regardless of whether you're a man or a woman, men don't wear tight pants and show off their lower body.

Anyway,

"Anyway, it's better to wear it. But Mr. Lace, if you wear that suit, won't all your problems be solved?"

"You want me to live the rest of my life wearing something so annoying? It's not funny as a joke."

"Oh, haha."

Come to think of it, that's true.

Anyway, while I was wondering if I should just punch Mr. Lace who kept nagging at me to get to the point quickly, how much time had passed since then?

"... Anyway, what I have to ask you is... Could you measure my body measurements for me?"

"... Didn't you hear anything when you made the suit you're wearing right now? Rather, you could ask someone else to measure it for you instead of me?"

"That's a really good idea. So, if you were in my shoes, you could do it?"

"Uh... ."

...That seems right too. If I were this person, I wonder if I could ask Olivia, Laurentina, or Logan.

Of course, if you ask, I'll measure for you, but since I'm the easiest person to talk to, it might be a bit weird to talk to the other three. Now I finally understand why this person called me.

And separately from that, the suit that Icarus restored was surprisingly one size fits all. Unless your actual body is terribly large or fat, it fits your body the moment you put it on or something.

Then I think I understand why you don't know your BWH.

Fortunately, the measurement was very simple. I activated the pulse and placed my finger on Race's stomach at the same time.

The interface output a number along with a vibration.

-[Measurement ended.]

-[Body size determination - B85(D)-W59-H87.]

-[Would you like to send the data to the Icarus operator?]

For a moment, I was tempted, but I immediately dismissed it because I thought Mr. Lace would get angry and tear this place apart.

Even so, on my interface, there was the underwear shop scan data, and the location and design of the bras and panties that would fit Mr. Lace... .

I almost burst out laughing at the sheerness of it.

I could describe everything I saw by saying that there wasn’t a single item with a slightly plain design.

After a while, my mouth opened.

“It’s B85(D), W59, H87.”

“Is that good or bad?”

“I’m not sure about that....”

I tried to say something, but gave up and added.

“It’s okay, you can wear it. If you have to get used to it anyway....”

“...What?”

“Oh, I said something unnecessary. I told you the sizes, so I can go now, right?”

“No, y’know. What should I say-"

"Goodbye!"

I successfully applied the maneuver I had learned from Miss Olivia and got out of Mr. Race's sight. My voice was getting smaller quickly like the Doppler effect, but I had no idea.

It didn't take long before I heard Mr. Race's scream, not a scream.

The world was really in a mess.