Suggestive? This Barely Counts as Suggestive?

'Isn't that thing about to burst?'

I almost felt sorry for the shirt buttons straining against her chest.

The fabric's wrinkles were stretched so tight they looked like they'd pop any second.

Rather than being laid bare like a dress, it trapped that enormous volume inside the ascetic frame of a shirt, and that only violently stoked my imagination.

Then, a memory suddenly surfaced.

-Hey, you really don't know anything. The real turn-on isn't the blatant stuff but the subtle kind that shows through, and even more than that, the pinnacle of a man's dream is office wear that covers everything yet drives his imagination crazy. Got it?

'I wondered what someone of the opposite sex could know to say something like that.'

The insane philosophy my older sister had preached over beer in my past life was now being realized right before my eyes.

So that's why she'd praised it with such foaming enthusiasm.

This destructive power of drawing every eye even while everything was covered...