The Saint Next to Me Who Sometimes Comes Without Wearing Underwear Tells Me What’s Under Her Skirt in Secret - 22-23

Chapter 22

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I, Sayaka Saotome, have an older sister. Seira Saotome She’s graceful, kind, wonderful, and beautiful. She’s my lovely onee-sama. But as perfect as my onee-sama is, she might be caught up in something deranged. 

There had been a possibility she was being threatened by some vile man and being made to do obscene things. Because there was just no way my Onee-sama would have left the house of her own will without even wearing underwear.

There was no way my Onee-sama was some kind of pervert.

That said… It might be too early to assume she was being blackmailed. Maybe she was just going along with her boyfriend’s tastes, albeit reluctantly.  Though I couldn’t help thinking she should’ve just dumped a guy like that. But… He was her first boyfriend, and maybe she didn’t really know how to handle those things. 

There was also a chance she had been deceived. Onee-sama was pure and innocent, and maybe she believed that was just how things were supposed to be between lovers… Or something.

One day, while I was caught up in these swirling thoughts… That morning, Onee-sama was getting ready to go out again.

“…That outfit, where did you get it?”

But her outfit that day was different from usual. It had a different vibe than the clothes she normally wore. To put it bluntly, it wasn’t something that matched my Onee-sama’s “taste.”

More than anything, it was a piece I didn’t recognize.

When did she buy that!?

“Ah… I bought it a little while ago. How is it? Is it weird?”

Onee-sama said that as she played with her hair. The way she moved looked oddly seductive.

“Um… It has a pure, elegant feel, and I think it suits you very well.”

It might not have been her “taste.” But… It was “acceptable.”

I want to take a picture of her like this and keep it forever… No! That’s not the point here!

“…Did someone help you pick it out?”

“Yeah… Sort of.”

When I asked, Onee-sama looked away as she answered.

“…I might be home a little later than usual today. Could you let them know?”

“I don’t mind, but… where are you going?”

“…The beach. A swimming beach.”

The beach? Well, it is summer, so it’s not that strange. But still, for her to dress up this much…

“Are you going with someone?”

“…A friend. A female friend.”

A female friend. If it’s just a friend, why add “female”? What’s the point of emphasizing that? It sounds like she’s hiding something.

If that boy from before was just a normal boyfriend, she could just say “my boyfriend.”

“Can I come with you?”

I tried asking. And then…

“No!”

Onee-sama shouted in a loud voice. I instinctively flinched. Onee-sama never raised her voice like that…

“…If someone suddenly joins in, it’d just be a hassle. Anyway, I’m going now.”

With an awkward look on her face, Onee-sama said that and hurried out as if she was trying to run away from me.

I knew it. Something’s not right.This might not be a normal boyfriend-girlfriend relationship.

“…Alright.”

I made up my mind.

I’m going to protect my Onee-sama and to do that, I need evidence. 

And so, I followed her in secret. Of course, it wasn’t because I wanted to see her in a swimsuit or anything.

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Chapter 23

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“Haah, I’m sleepy…”

I let out a yawn as I waited at our meeting spot. Today was the day I was going to the beach with Seira.

That’s right.The beach.

Naturally, Seira would be wearing a swimsuit and not just any swimsuit. She would be wearing a daring one. I didn’t really know what exactly made a swimsuit daring, but it was probably one that showed a lot of skin.

I was a guy at that age, after all. Of course I was very interested in seeing a classmate in a swimsuit. Especially when that classmate was Seira—the most beautiful girl I had ever seen in my life. In fact, I couldn’t stop thinking about it.

As a result, I hadn’t been able to sleep last night and ended up sleep-deprived. Would I have the stamina to get through the day? I was seriously worried about that.

“Good morning, Haruki-kun.”

A voice called out from behind me. I turned around while holding back my excitement, and there, I saw a beautiful girl standing there in a white one-piece dress and a straw hat. It was Seira. She had already put on the outfit we bought together the other day.

“Good morning, Seira. …That dress looks great on you.”

“Of course it does. Fufun~”

Seira puffed out her chest with a smug expression.

“Alright, shall we get going?”

“Yeah, let’s.”

We boarded the train and headed to a beach resort a little ways away. If we stayed close to home, we might have run into classmates from school. Besides, the nearby beaches were a bit small in scale. If we were going out anyway, it made sense to go somewhere larger with lots of stalls and attractions.

“Hey, Haruki-kun.”

As we sat side by side on the train, Seira leaned closer to me. She was sitting a little too close.

“Guess what today is?”

She tugged lightly at the sleeve of her dress and whispered in my ear. I thought for a moment before answering.

“Your swimsuit, right? I’ve got mine on under my pants too.”

“You sound like an elementary schooler.”

“And you don’t?”

“I do.”

Seira laughed cheerfully. We rode the train for an hour and a half.

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Finally, we arrived at the beach.

“Wow, not bad. It’s a little crowded, though.”

The wide sky, the blue ocean, the white sandy beach and crowds of people… With the occasional bit of litter. That was the general vibe of the place.

“It’s that time of year after all. Can’t be helped.”

This was just how the beach was.

“There’s a spot a bit away from the swimming area that’s open, or there’s one right in front of it that’s crowded. Which do you want?”

“I’d prefer the open one.”

Following Seira’s request, we laid out our leisure sheet a bit away from the swimming area and opened the beach umbrella.

“Alright, time to change into swimsuits.”

“Yeah. Wait, ah, hey!? Kyaah!”

As I took off my pants, Seira let out a squeal and covered her face with both hands. …Though if you looked closely, she was peeking through her fingers.

You closet pervert.

“I’m wearing it underneath.”

“E-Even so, don’t just take them off so suddenly!”

Seira blushed and averted her gaze as she said that. Apparently, she didn’t have much tolerance for seeing a guy’s skin and couldn’t look directly at me. She was weirdly innocent in that aspect.

“You’re not going to change?”

“Ah, um…”

If I remembered right, she said she was wearing her swimsuit underneath too… Or maybe it was hard for her to take it off in public, which would be understandable.

“Didn’t you say you were wearing it underneath?”

“Y-Yeah, I did, but…”

“But?”

“…”

“What’s wrong?”

“…Turn around!”

Seira pointed toward the ocean as she said that.

“If you’re already wearing it underneath, what’s the issue?”

“I-It’s a mental thing! It just feels embarrassing!”

In my honest opinion, it was way more embarrassing to walk around with nothing under your skirt… But I kept that thought to myself as I turned my back to Seira.

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