The Saint Next to Me Who Sometimes Comes Without Wearing Underwear Tells Me What’s Under Her Skirt in Secret - 2

Chapter 2

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Why did Saint-sama start telling me about what was under her skirt? Actually, I had a bit of an idea.

It had been about a week ago, around the end of May. That day after school, I was doing class duties with Saotome. Sweeping the classroom with a broom, erasing the blackboard, writing the class log. Just minor, routine tasks.

Saotome and I exchanged only procedural conversation as we wrapped things up. And just as I was about to head home—

Her phone rang. Saotome casually reached into her pocket to pull out her phone. In the process, something black slipped out and dropped from her pocket.

A handkerchief?

So I thought, and I bent down to pick it up.

“Saotome, you dropped this…?”

I picked it up and realized it immediately. It was way too smooth to be a handkerchief. I looked down at what I was holding in my hand. It was women’s underwear… In other words, panties.

Black, made of glossy fabric, and slightly see-through. It was a fairly erotic underwear, all things considered.

Instinctively, I looked at Saotome’s face. She stood frozen with her mouth half open.

“…Eh.”

“…Ah.”

Stupid little sounds escaped both of our mouths. And then, Saotome’s face turned bright red, all at once.

“Give it back!!”

She snatched the panties from my hand as if she was ready to tear it away from my hand with force if she had to.  Then she glared at me.

“…If you tell anyone, I’ll kill you.”

“Ah, okay.”

So even a Saint-sama can say stuff like “I’ll kill you,” huh.

As that thought passed through my mind, Saotome quickly turned and fled the scene.

Why is Saotome carrying panties in her pocket?

Honestly, I had no idea… I just decided to assume she had her reasons. Like… Maybe an accident or something? After all, everyone could have an accident.  Of course, it wasn’t something I’d laugh at or turn into gossip.  Not that anyone would believe me if I said Saint-sama wasn’t wearing her panties.

And so, I decided to forget the whole incident ever happened. But… Apparently, Saotome didn’t see it that way.

Every morning, she started glaring at me. Then she began avoiding me. Turning her eyes away from me rather blatantly. Sure, we weren’t friends or anything, but since we were sitting next to each other, this made her behavior hard to ignore.

More than anything, it stood out when the ever-kind Saint-sama acted strangely only toward me. I was wondering if there was anything I could do about it, when—

I got a message from her. She asked me to meet with her behind the gym. 

By the way, if you’re wondering how she has my contact info, it’s because both Saotome and I are in the class group chat.

We’d never messaged each other directly before, and I never thought we would.

Is she going to accuse me of something…?

Despite feeling uneasy, I made my way to the back of the gym.

“What do you want?”

“Uh, um…”

Saotome, usually cool and composed, now looked unusually nervous. She glanced up at me with a timid look.

“A-About that thing… You didn’t tell anyone?”

“…You mean the thing I picked up?”

“Y-Yeah…That.”

“I didn’t tell anyone and I don’t plan to.”

I replied without hesitation. Saotome blinked, looking slightly surprised.

“H-Hmm. …Tha-That would’ve made for an interesting story, though?”

She asked with a doubtful expression.

What does she take me for…?

“I’m not the kind of person who stoops low enough to use someone else’s accident as a form of entertainment.”

“Hmm.”

“Besides, no one would believe it anyway. …Wouldn’t they believe your word over mine?”

In fact, if Saotome ever started shouting, “He stole my panties!” I’d be completely screwed…

“…True, you’ve got a point.”

Saotome nodded, seemingly satisfied. Then she grinned mischievously.

“As a thank-you, I’ll tell you something good.”

“Something good?”

“…Fufu.”

She chuckled softly, then said this to me with a slight blush.

“Today, it’s white.”

“…Huh?”

“See you tomorrow.”

Leaving me dumbfounded, Saotome turned and walked away. That was when it started. This was the turning point where Saotome began messaging me about what was under her skirt.

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