The Blond-Haired Blue-Eyed Well-Endowed Carnivores Yandere Creature Wrings Out Sins Like an Almighty Goddess, an Unreasonable Angel, and a Compassionate Holy Saint - 9

I had a nightmare about that unpleasant woman.

Even though I don’t want to see her in real life, it’s really awful when she appears in my dreams.

…

Being provoked and tempted by that woman was one reason, but I took action against Shirai of my own volition. That’s an undeniable fact, and I have no intention of shifting blame or denying it.

But…

If that woman hadn’t been there, maybe I could have stopped myself.

Maybe it wouldn’t have come to this.

Even thinking that, the fact remains that I did it. What’s done is done. There’s no undoing spilled water. Once desires are expressed, they can’t be taken back.

I woke up.

Birdsong could be heard along with the morning sun streaming through the curtains. There was also a tempting smell in the air.

I glanced towards the sink.

There, I saw a large, appetizing, white… mound.

No, not a mound, it was… an a$$. Shirai’s.

Shirai was standing at the sink with her back to me, presumably preparing breakfast. Her a$$ was shaking from side to side. It was quite something—plump and curvy.

For a moment, I wondered if I was still half asleep. But no, it wasn’t that. Shirai was proudly displaying her delicious-looking a**, without panties.

Or rather, naked…?

No, wait, I could see a white band around her waist. She wasn’t completely naked. But from top to bottom, Shirai’s backside was almost entirely exposed.

Her long blonde hair was tied into a ponytail at the back of her head. The smooth, white skin of her neck and back peeked out from beneath the shadow of the ponytail. Her exposed a** was so enticing, it made me want to bury my face in it. And her thick, voluptuous thighs were undoubtedly as delicious as a three-star restaurant’s most popular dish.

“Ah, you’re awake, Kuroda-kun. Good morning.”

“Good morning, Shirai-san.”

“I’ll be done preparing breakfast soon, so please wait a bit longer.”

Shirai turned around—clothed… clothed? She was wearing… something?

While her backside was completely exposed, her front side was (partially) covered.

But even though it was covered, it seemed like Shirai was wearing nothing more than a thin piece of fabric. It was slightly see-through, revealing her skin color. It was like paper armor—any slight breeze could flip it up, exposing her exquisite naked body.

It was what some would call a “naked apron.”

Confirmed: no underwear from the back. And if the only thing she’s wearing is an apron, then there’s nothing else it could be but a naked apron.

It feels like the beginning of a new series: “I woke up to find my classmate, the saintly girl, preparing breakfast in a naked apron?” It could be a plausible plotline. It might even rank around 236th in the genre-specific weekly rankings. Not that I know anything about it.

“what a getup…”

Suppressing the urge to retort (physically) to Shirai’s overly lewd attire, I managed to comment. 

“How do I look? Is there something strange about it?”

Shirai tilted her head in confusion, causing her massive breasts to bounce, almost spilling out. 

“Well, why the naked apron?”

“Kuroda-kun, don’t you like this sort of thing?”

“Not that I dislike it, but…”

“Don’t worry. I’m not doing anything vulgar like wearing underwear, you know? Just this thin piece of fabric covering me,” Shirai assured.  (Tl/n: Yo, not wearing underwear is vulgar! Where’s her common sense)

“I’ve noticed, but…”

“Well, you see, last night, the rough Kuroda-kun tore apart the underwear I was wearing and even ripped my stockings, then dirtied them all up, so I don’t have any replacements. That’s why,” she explained.

“Uh…”

“I should have brought spare underwear in hindsight. I’ll make sure to carry them with me from now on. After all, the rough Kuroda-kun tends to tear up my underwear quickly. The perverted Kuroda-kun also tends to dirty them,” she added.

“G-Got it. Um, about that… I’ll compensate for the underwear.”

“No, there’s no need. Besides, if you want, you can tear up as many of my underwear as you like. If it satisfies your lewd desires, you can look, rip, dirty, wear, or even eat my underwear. But you can’t look, rip, dirty, wear, or eat other people’s underwear, okay?” Shirai stated firmly.

“O-Okay…”

While I was puzzled by the mention of eating underwear, I obediently nodded. On second thought, it’s not like I often find myself in situations where I can freely tamper with someone else’s underwear. So, in a way, this seemed rather convenient for me.

No, I definitely won’t eat them.

Shirai’s panties… I wonder what they taste like.

Calm down. It’s just fabric. Even if they’re Shirai’s panties, I can’t eat them just because of that.

…….gulp