I want to chop down a Cryo Regisvine

"Huh? T-take off my clothes? Why do I have to take them off?"

Ellin instinctively took a step back.

"Why?" Sucrose looked bewildered. "To measure your bust, of course!"

"But can't you just measure it directly? Why do I have to take my clothes off?"

"Because your clothes are thick. Measuring over them would introduce an error of two or three centimeters, and then the finished product wouldn't support your Slimes properly!"

"Besides, I'm a researcher. An error of two or three centimeters is practically an unbridgeable gulf to me!"

"O-okay... You've been a girl longer than I have, so I'll listen to you..."

Ellin stammered. Although she had agreed, she still instinctively covered her Slimes with her hands.

"What are you talking about...? I remember you're a few months older than me!"

Sucrose pursed her lips and pushed Ellin from the backyard into the room.

"Ellin... How are you even shyer than I am...? We're both girls. What are you afraid of?"

For some reason, Ellin felt that Sucrose had suddenly lost all her social anxiety, and there was even a note of urgency in her voice.

She was very reluctant, but eventually gave in under Sucrose's urging.

"Gasp!"

Although she already knew how lovely Ellin's skin was, Sucrose still instinctively drew in a deep breath when Ellin finally revealed herself completely.

Her silky white hair fell naturally, offering glimpses of her beautiful back between its lustrous strands.

Her skin was clear and dewy, with a baby-soft rosy glow from her vigorous circulation.

Looking at that beautiful hair and back, Sucrose couldn't resist taking off her gloves and gently tracing a finger down Ellin's back.

It was unexpectedly smooth. With one light stroke, her finger slid all the way to the bottom.

But that stroke gave Ellin quite a start.

"Sucrose, what are you doing?"

"N-nothing. Sorry, my hand slipped."

"I've finished measuring the strap length needed for your back. Now let's measure the front!"

Sucrose stepped in front of Ellin, and the two Slimes Ellin was raising appeared before her in all their glory, less than ten centimeters from the tip of her nose.

"Hey... Sucrose, d-do you really have to get that close?" Ellin's face flushed.

"Oh, sorry. Ah, my nearsightedness has gotten worse again. I can't see very clearly. Looks like I'll need another new pair of glasses!"

As she spoke, Sucrose took advantage of her excuse to move even closer.

"This..."

The closer Sucrose got, the more amazed she became.

The two Slimes Ellin was raising were truly adorable, so lovely that they even seemed to glow faintly...

Looking at those two adorable Slimes, Sucrose instinctively swallowed.

In the end, she couldn't resist reaching out and grabbing both of Ellin's Slimes.

"Ah!"

Ellin cried out, "Sucrose, what are you doing?!"

"I... I'm measuring!"

"Do you need to touch them to measure their size?"

"W-well... Of course!"

Breathing heavily with excitement, Sucrose said in a trembling voice, "I have to feel how soft the Slimes are myself to decide which material to use, so they won't get chafed later."

"Oh... Oh, all right, then!"

Ellin had no idea whether Sucrose was telling the truth. After all, she had been a girl for less than half a month, and there were plenty of things about girls she knew nothing about, so she had no way to argue.

Fortunately, Sucrose still cared a great deal about what Ellin thought of her, so she didn't dare be too blatant.

Before long, Sucrose put away the measuring tape and nodded in satisfaction. "All done. Close to a 36D."

"Huh? Only a 36D? Thank goodness..."

Ellin breathed a sigh of relief. She wasn't exactly a professional at being a girl, after all, and hadn't reached the point where she could measure Slimes with her bare hands.

At the time, she had simply seen how big they were and figured they had to be a D, but this was her first time being a girl. What did she know about cup sizes?

After Sucrose's measurements revealed that she only just qualified as a 36D, Ellin felt much more reassured.

Still, she asked, "Say, Sucrose, these two Slimes of mine won't grow any bigger, will they?"

"They probably won't!"

Sucrose shook her head. "Slime size is proportional to height and weight."

"It's like how the amount of rice you can cook depends on the size of your pot. There's a limit. A five-liter pot can't possibly cook five kilograms of rice."

"Short, small-framed mothers are often told by doctors during pregnancy that their babies aren't meeting size standards and advised to get more nutrition, but that's wrong. The mother is naturally small. Making her carry a baby that meets those standards would only give her a difficult delivery, wouldn't it?"

"The same principle applies here. Ellin, you're 174.6 centimeters tall and weigh 49.5 kilograms. With your build, 36D Slimes are just right. They look well-proportioned."

"Unless you gain weight or grow taller, your Slimes are unlikely to grow any further. Oh, and one more thing: when someone under 160 centimeters tall has D- or even E-cup Slimes, they're almost always fake!"

"I see. That's a relief!"

After hearing Sucrose's explanation, Ellin breathed a sigh of relief. She turned around in front of the mirror and realized that Sucrose did have a point.

Because she found them so embarrassing, she had focused too much on her Slimes. Viewed on their own, they certainly were large, but against the rest of her figure, they actually looked perfectly proportioned.

Once the measurements were finished, Ellin said goodbye to Sucrose and went home.

Sucrose, meanwhile, began working on the Slime bra.

Three days later, Sucrose knocked on Ellin's door.

"What's up, Sucrose? Is the Slime bra ready?" Ellin asked.

"Hehe..." Sucrose fidgeted bashfully. "Actually... I ran into a bit of a bottleneck while making it."

"Could you come over to my house?"

"Uh... Sure!" A somewhat baffled Ellin went to Sucrose's house.

But the moment she stepped through the door, she was dumbstruck.

Sucrose's house was piled full of Slime bras.

Some were seamless, some had lace, some were plain cotton, some had cutouts, and some fastened in the front. Some were finished, while others were only half done...

The huge collection of Slime bras had been tossed haphazardly around the room or hung on skeletal specimens, leaving the place in complete disarray.

"Haven't you already made loads of them?"

Puzzled, Ellin picked up a black seamless Slime bra.

"No! These won't do! I'm not satisfied!"

"Why? I think you've done a pretty good job!" Ellin was even more confused.

"They won't do!"

"They're good enough for an ordinary person, but for you... They aren't worthy!"

Sucrose tugged at her hair in frustration. Over the past three days, she had made many styles of Slime bras based on her own ideas, and she had been quite pleased with some of them when she first finished them.

But whenever she imagined Ellin wearing one, she felt it wouldn't do. Something of that quality simply wasn't worthy of a girl as beautiful as Ellin!

Striving for perfection was a researcher's most basic quality, but her inability to make a satisfactory Slime bra was driving Sucrose mad.

Seeing Sucrose so distressed over making a Slime bra for her left Ellin feeling rather guilty.

So she suggested, "In that case, why don't we do something else to get a fresh perspective?"

"Is there anything you've wanted to do lately, Sucrose?"

At the question, Sucrose suddenly thought of something, and her eyes lit up!

"Yes!"

"I want to chop down a Cryo Regisvine and bring it back. My intuition tells me that if I can get one to study, I'll definitely be able to grow Sweet Flowers a hundred times bigger!"

"But... Cryo Regisvines are too strong. I can't beat one, and I'd feel bad troubling the Knights of Favonius over something like this."

"A Cryo Regisvine?"

Ellin's eyes lit up too. She had recently developed quite a few moves and had been looking for an opponent to test them on. Wasn't this perfect timing?

At that thought, she immediately took Sucrose's hand.

"Let's go! Let's chop down a Cryo Regisvine!"