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~ - 8

Chapter 8: What Are We Doing at a Hotel!?

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Yesterday was terrifying. Sitting on a bench at our meeting spot, I looked back on the events of yesterday.

Onodera-san was way too dangerous. She was supposed to be Kashiwagi-san’s best friend. And yet, she had that expression on her face.  She was completely provoking Kashiwagi-san.

I wonder what will happen between Kashiwagi-san and Onodera-san from now on. Just imagining it makes me shudder. Since we’re in the same class, it’ll be awkward for me too if the atmosphere turns wicked.

This was a chastity reversed world. In my original world, it would be like a fight between guys. Since I didn’t have friends, I had never been in a fight, but I had seen them often in anime.

A scuffle involving shoving and grabbing. If Kashiwagi-san and Onodera-san were to end up like that, should I stop them? In this world, men’s physical strength was still technically stronger. It was not like I couldn’t stop them. But at the same time, I felt like it wouldn’t be right for an outsider like me to  intervene between best friends.

Hmm… Let’s stop thinking about this for now.

More importantly, Kashiwagi-san and Onodera-san were amazing yesterday. That was definitely a feast for the eyes. The shape of their “down there” visible through their panties. Breasts encased in bras. The two of them were touching themselves.

My lower body felt hot. Just remembering it made me feel like I was going to get a nosebleed.

What kind of face am I supposed to make when I meet Kashiwagi-san today? It’s a little awkward.

“Did I keep you waiting?”

When I looked up, chestnut hair that seemed to have bits of gold mixed in entered my field of vision. It was Kashiwagi-san.

“No, I just got here too.”

That was a lie, of course. I couldn’t sleep a wink last night because I was so excited, so I left the house early today.

“Well then, let’s go.”

Kashiwagi-san said it nonchalantly, as if nothing at all had happened yesterday. Since I couldn’t defy her, all I could say was, “Okay.”

I walked while trying to match Kashiwagi-san’s stride as much as possible. Kashiwagi-san’s height was about average for a girl, slightly shorter than Onodera-san. Perhaps because of that, her walking speed wasn’t very fast either.

“Where are we going?”

I’m pathetic, even to myself.

It was true that in this world, it was normal for the woman to lead on a date, but for someone like me with memories of my past life, it felt shameful to leave everything up to the girl.

“A hotel.”

“I see, a hotel. Wait! A hotel!?”

“Yes, is there a problem?”

There are plenty of problems!! How does a first date end up at a hotel!?

“Wait a second, Kashiwagi-san! A hotel is surely a bit much—”

“Don’t worry, I won’t do anything from my side.”

Oh, I see, then it’s fine. If that’s the case, what does she intend to do at a hotel? Surely she doesn’t plan to enjoy karaoke or a movie…

After walking for a while, a so-called love hotel with a pink sign came into view.

“Well then, shall we go in?”

“U-Uh-huh.”

We entered the entrance, and I looked around. However, no matter where I looked, there was no sign of a receptionist.

“This way.”

Kashiwagi-san was pointing at an LCD touch panel.

“You choose the room here.”

Why is Kashiwagi-san so knowledgeable about love hotels?

However, even though I thought that, I couldn’t ask.

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“I’m going in.”

“Y-Yes.”

I timidly entered the room. A large bed was placed in the middle of the room. Kashiwagi-san sat on the bed and slowly opened her mouth.

“Take off my skirt.”

“Okay, I got it. —! What—!?”

“I told you, didn’t I? That I wouldn’t do anything from my side.”

No, no, no. That’s not the point.

“Hurry up.”

Perhaps losing her patience while I was flustered, Kashiwagi-san urged me. Timidly, I reached my hands toward Kashiwagi-san’s waist. Then I undid the zipper and slowly lowered it.

“…!”

Then, a single black line stretched down along each of Kashiwagi-san’s legs. They were garter belt straps. I hadn’t noticed until now because she was wearing knee-highs, but black fabric covered her panties, wrapping around Kashiwagi-san’s hips.

Gulp.

My throat let out a sound of its own accord.

“You tweeted that ‘Garter belts are so great, aren’t they? They’re the dream,’ didn’t you?”

Kashiwagi-san hooked her finger under a strap and let go. An obscene sound like it snapping against her skin echoed.

“You like them, don’t you? Garter belts.”

“I… I like them.”

In my nervousness, I ended up speaking formally. That was how much garter belts hit the center of my fetish.

“Hey, take them off.”

As I was told, I undid the hooks connecting Kashiwagi-san’s straps to the waist belt. The straps fell away like an unleashed beast.

“Take off the top part, too.”

I moved my hands to the waist belt and slowly lowered it. It passed over Kashiwagi-san’s knee-highs and settled at her feet. Holding the removed garter belt in my hands, my heart was pounding.

What would I be ordered to do next?

My head was full of nothing but that.

“Well then.”

Gulp.

“Let’s get started.”

Wrapping both hands around my neck, Kashiwagi-san collapsed onto the bed. I lost my balance and fell with her. As a result, I ended up in a position where I was pinning Kashiwagi-san down.

“How are they? My breasts.”

Kashiwagi-san’s breasts were neither large nor small. However, as I could tell even through her clothes, they had a beautiful shape.

“Come to think of it, you haven’t tweeted about breasts, Ayato-kun. Do you hate them, by any chance?”

I shook my head vigorously.

“That’s good, then.”

And then—

Kashiwagi-san recited that tweet of mine.

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