Under The Willow Tree

(From Blue's Perspective)

Even though I told him not to, he put the dress on me himself. And of course, he tried to do indecent stuff as always. 

"I didn't know they would grow after you turn eighteen," he muttered as he zipped the dress up. 

"Grow? What're you talking about?" 

"Your breasts," he said nonchalantly. 

"..."

"They were a handful, but now they spill through my palms," he said while making weird gestures with his hands as if he was trying to prove his words. 

I felt so embarrassed that I felt the urgent need to hide my face somewhere. "Stop saying such embarrassing things as if it's nothing!" 

"But it's the truth," he shrugged. "Though you breasts grew in the past few days, something else is still the same."

"... Please stop talking," I said tiredly.