The Saint Next to Me Who Sometimes Comes Without Wearing Underwear Tells Me What’s Under Her Skirt in Secret - 24

Chapter 24

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As my heart pounded, I heard the sound of clothes rustling behind me. Seira was undressing behind my back. Of course, she said she was wearing a swimsuit underneath, so it wasn’t like she was going to be completely naked or in her underwear… But still, just the situation of a girl changing clothes so close to me gave me a strange sense of guilt and got me excited.

“Are you done yet?”

She should’ve finished changing by now. I asked Seira when I stopped hearing the rustling sound.

“Not yet.”

But what came back from Seira was a no. Was she still not done changing? I waited a little longer and asked again.

“Now?”

“…Still no.”

Still not done, apparently.  It seemed she was trying to tease me. It was such an obvious move, but I couldn’t help feeling restless. It felt like I was dancing in the palm of her hand, and it didn’t feel great, but I couldn’t help it. Because, I wanted to see Seira in her swimsuit.

“Surely, now you’re done?”

“…Nope.”

I asked again, but still got a no. Wasn’t she dragging this out a bit too much? But if I kept saying “done yet?” over and over, it would make me seem way too eager to see her. Well, I was eager, but still, being seen that way was embarrassing. So I waited a little longer.

And ten minutes passed.

“…You’ve gotta be ready by now, right?”

“W-Wait a second!”

By this point, with all the teasing, I was starting to get genuinely concerned.

“..Are you okay? Did something happen?”

Maybe she forgot to bring her swimsuit. Or maybe she was missing some part of it.

“N-No, it’s not like anything went wrong…”

“Then why…?”

“…”

Don’t tell me… She’s getting embarrassed all of a sudden?

Even though she was the one who brought it up? Even though she often didn’t wear anything under her skirt?

“…Okay, you can turn around now.”

As I stood there confused, Seira suddenly gave me her permission.

“Are you sure it’s okay now?”

“I said it’s fine, didn’t I!?”

“But you kept saying no until just now…”

“I was just teasing you a little! I-I was just messing around, that’s all! Don’t get the wrong idea!”

Ah, I see.

“Alright then, I’m turning around.”

“I said it’s fine! …Hurry up already.”

With her permission, I turned toward Seira while feeling a bit nervous. There stood a beautiful girl in a white bikini with frills.

“…Whoa.”

The words slipped out of my mouth. It was a  bold swimsuit, just as she had warned. The swimsuit showed off much more of her pale skin than usual. It brought out Seira’s figure—which was already impressive for someone our age—to the fullest. And yet, strangely enough, it didn’t feel lewd.

Maybe because the fabric was white, or because the frills subtly covered the cleavage and her hips. It didn’t feel sensual—rather, it gave off a cute and graceful vibe. Especially the way it matched the straw hat on her head. It was perfect.

“S-Say something already…”

As I stood there dumbfounded, Seira fidgeted and spoke with embarrassment. Even so, she didn’t cover her chest or groin area.  Well, her hands did twitch like she wanted to, but she clenched them into fists as if to resist the urge. Somehow, those gestures made it even more erotic. Despite her usual shameless behavior, when she acted like this, it made my heart race.

Was this that “gap moe” thing? If she was doing this intentionally, then she was pretty amazing.

“You look amazing. Like a real saint or something.”

“H-Hmph…”

“You’re beautiful. And more than anything, you’re cute. I’ve fallen for you all over again.”

“I-I see…”

As I complimented her, Seira held down her straw hat with both hands. She pulled it low over her face and muttered in a small voice.

“E-Even if you compliment me… I’m not giving you anything in return.”

She glanced at me briefly. Her face was completely red. She was blushing.

So cute.

If I complimented her more, would she show me an even cuter face? But if I opened my mouth any more, I might end up saying something I shouldn’t…

“…Your swimsuit doesn’t look bad either. You’re… Surprisingly well-built.”

As I was having that internal struggle, Seira complimented me in return. Was there really such a thing as a man “looking good” in a swimsuit?

“I keep myself in decent shape—enough not to be embarrassed when I need to take off my clothes.”

“I-I see. That’s good, I guess. Impressive. I’ll give you some praise.”

“…”

“…”

We both fell silent.

Y-Yeah… I guess being half-naked in front of each other is a bit embarrassing.

“L-Let’s get in the water already.”

“Y-Yeah…”

To hide the awkwardness, I started doing some stretches. As long as I was moving, the silence didn’t feel too weird. It was a way to distract myself.

Meanwhile, Seira silently watched me doing my warm-up exercises. No, “glared” at me might be more accurate. It was kinda embarrassing to be honest. 

“You should do some stretches too. You’ll get hurt otherwise.”

“…Before that, there’s something else we need to do, right?”

“Something else?”

I asked instinctively, and Seira fell silent like she was hesitating. Then she mumbled softly.

“Sunscreen.”

“…I already put some on beforehand.”

“Well I didn’t.”

Seira said this with a sulky look. Then she snorted.

“Help me put it on… My back.”

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