My name is Emma Bennett, and I’m a college student.

Ever since I understood the dynamics between men and women, I’ve always been surrounded by different kinds of men.

"A rare gem among women"—that’s how they describe me.

Originally, I thought I would spend my life drifting from one man to another, but fate had other plans. I met my true love—my current boyfriend.

He knows nothing about my past and treats me like a princess, loving and spoiling me. To others, he’s the perfect man.

But I have a secret burden.

My boyfriend is completely clueless when it comes to romance.

We’ve been dating for a month, and despite all my hints, he hasn’t reacted at all.

During the honeymoon phase, I managed to control myself out of loyalty to him, but now I toss and turn every night, unable to sleep. This can’t go on.

It’s only been a month, and I’m already losing my mind. What am I supposed to do in the future?

I looked in the mirror and thought, “ugh, whatever!” and tried to forget about it.

Last week, my boyfriend told me that he wanted me to meet a few of his close buddies from the basketball team.

Today, I woke up early and started getting ready. I specifically chose a cute tank top and a short skirt to show off my figure, making sure my boyfriend would look good in front of his friends.

After my shower, I stood in front of the mirror, checking myself out. I had inherited my mom’s good genes: full, round breasts and hips, with glowing skin.

I looked just like an angelic beauty.

But something felt off.

It wasn’t until I switched into another backless mini dress and turned around to check myself in the mirror that I realized what was missing.

Ah! I finally knew what was wrong.

You can’t wear a bra with a backless outfit, of course.