In a Chastity-Reversed World, I Posted My Fetishes on a Secret Account, and Somehow the Beautiful Girls in My Class Started Reenacting Them ~ About How My Alt Account Is Being Watched by the Beautiful Girls in My Class~ - 13

Chapter 13: Tights Are Meant to Be Torn!

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The day after Shirayuki-san confessed to me. After school, she came over to my desk.

“Let’s walk home together.”

Shirayuki-san invited me with an innocent smile. I was supposed to have put the answer to yesterday’s confession on hold. Or rather, in the first place, she hadn’t even given me the time to answer.

When I glanced over at Kashiwagi-san and Onodera-san, both of them were staring fixedly in our direction. I was certain they were angry. After all, another girl was talking to me, someone who was supposed to be nothing more than their toy. Whether you could call it a turf war or not, I could sense something akin to murderous intent in their eyes.

However, this was a chance. I would give Shirayuki-san a clear answer today.

“Alright.”

Saying that, I stepped out of the classroom with Shirayuki-san.

“Um, Shirayuki-san…”

“Hey, Ayato-kun, do you want to come to Ui’s house?”

“Your house, Shirayuki-san?”

“Yes, since we’re lovers…”

Shirayuki-san blushed. For some reason, she looked incredibly cute. It was true that it would be rude to give her an answer on the side of the road, but on the other hand, I couldn’t exactly invite her to my place. If so, Shirayuki-san’s suggestion was probably the best option.

“Okay, let’s go.”

“Yes ♡”

When I nodded, Shirayuki-san wore that innocent smile again.

After walking for a while, an apartment building came into view. Counting them up, it looked to be nine stories high.

“It’s on the ninth floor here.”

Following Shirayuki-san’s lead, we got into the elevator and arrived at the top floor. Then, she pulled out her key and opened the door to one of the units.

“Please, come in.”

“E-Excuse me for the intrusion.”

Once inside, a narrow hallway stretched out in front of me. On the right was a shoe rack, and on the left, several doors were lined up. Proceeding further in, the space connected directly to the living room.

In the center of the room were a sofa and a low table, with a television facing them. The kitchen was set against the wall, with a refrigerator and a cupboard standing right next to it. Soft light filtered through the curtains, making the interior feel gentle and bright.

“Ui’s room is here.”

Pointing to one of the rooms, Shirayuki-san stepped inside. Timidly, I followed after her. The moment I entered the room, my field of vision was instantly dyed pink. The curtains and the bedspread were coordinated in pale colors, enveloping the entire room in a soft atmosphere. Several small cushions and stuffed animals were placed on the bed, all of them adorable.

The top of the desk was also neatly organized, with nothing unnecessary in sight. Trinkets and accessories were arranged on the shelves; it felt like a truly girly space. It was such a quintessential girl’s room that I instinctively hesitated to even step inside.

“Um, Shirayuki-san…”

“Let’s sit on the bed.”

Plop.

Shirayuki-san sat down on the bed. The mattress bounced slightly from the impact. Then, she patted the spot next to her, inviting me over.

Gulp. 

I swallowed hard. That was because, at the ends of Shirayuki-san’s white legs, I could see her pure white panties. I could no longer distinguish a boundary. That part looked like nothing more than an extension of her legs. While worrying about whether someone like me should be sitting on Shirayuki-san’s bed, I slowly sat down.

“Please wait a moment.”

Was she getting tea? She didn’t have to. She didn’t need to go to such trouble. However, Shirayuki-san didn’t head for the living room; she went to a shelf instead. She took out a rolled-up black object and slid her foot into it.

It was tights.

Even though we were indoors, did she feel cold? The moment that thought crossed my mind, my eyes became glued to Shirayuki-san. Her foot was bent to pull the tights on. Each of her toes had a beautiful shape. They were neither too large nor too small. They looked almost like those of an angel.

And, above all else…

Because she had lifted her leg, I caught a glimpse of the shape of Shirayuki-san’s “down there.” Even though it was wrapped in panties, it was puffed out roundly, and several hairs were peeking out from the fabric. She was a different type than Onodera-san. However, the blissful moment ended quickly. Shirayuki-san finished putting on her tights.

While feeling a bit disappointed, I told myself that this was for the best. If this kept up, I might seriously start wanting to go out with Shirayuki-san. That was nothing but sexual desire, and it would be incredibly rude to her.

“I’m ready.”

Perhaps she was finally ready to hear my answer, as Shirayuki-san returned to the top of the bed.

“Eh…?”

Just when I thought that, she moved to the middle of the bed and spread her legs wide. White legs wrapped in tights and pure white panties. That alone sent the sense of immorality to the max, and then…

“You can tear them, you know?”

Did I hear that wrong? Didn’t Shirayuki-san just say something about tearing them?

“You like that, right?”

For a moment, my mind went blank. My fetish about “wanting to tear a girl’s tights” should only have been tweeted on my secret account. So why did Shirayuki-san know about it? However, as if to blow such questions away, Shirayuki-san took my hand and placed it on her leg. Like a spinal reflex, I gripped Shirayuki-san’s leg.

“Nha… ♡”

And then, I ripped the tip of Shirayuki-san’s tights with a crisp snap. At this point, I naturally had no way of knowing that this act would make my relationship with Shirayuki-san even more complicated.

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