The Saint Next to Me Who Sometimes Comes Without Wearing Underwear Tells Me What’s Under Her Skirt in Secret - 27

Chapter 27

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After retrieving the valuables we had left in a coin locker, we headed off to buy lunch.

“It’s so crowded.”

“Well, it’s lunchtime after all.”

As expected, every food stall had a line. If we lined up normally, it would probably take thirty minutes just to buy one item.

“Let’s split up. I’ll go buy drinks, so you get the food.”

“Hmm… Splitting up, huh?”

Seira was an extraordinarily beautiful girl. Even though we were in public, was it really okay to send a girl like her off alone in a swimsuit? When she was in such a defenseless state? I felt a bit uneasy.

“Oh my, do you not want to be apart from me?”

“It’s not that I don’t want to, but…”

“Getting a little possessive? Clingy guys aren’t popular, you know.”

Seira giggled merrily.

Even though I’m just worried about her…

“If anything happens, I’ll scream, so don’t worry.”

“Really?”

“And besides, no guy would approach a girl wearing a men’s rash guard.”

Huh? If you’re wearing a men’s rash guard, guys won’t approach you?

“Uh… What do you mean by that?”

“Well…”

Seira hesitated, finding it hard to answer. Her eyes wandered, and then she looked down in embarrassment.

“Seira?”

“…Someone as dense as you might still come up and talk to me, though.”

“Dense? What do you—”

“Just go already!”

Smack!!

Seira slapped my chest hard.

“Ow… that hurt…”

“If you’re so worried about leaving me alone, then hurry up and come back to me.”

Then Seira gave a small snort.

“If I find someone better than you, I just might go with them instead.”

“What the hell was that…”

Rubbing the spot where Seira had smacked me, I scanned the food stalls. There wasn’t anything particularly unusual for sale. I figured something easy to share would be best, so I decided on takoyaki.

Now then, where’s Seira…?

“…Could you please move aside?”

I heard Seira’s voice. Startled, I rushed in the direction it came from. There were two guys and a girl with black hair. Not Seira.

“Hey, are you alone? Or are you here with friends?”

“Want to hang out with us? See, we’ve got girls in our group too. It’s way more fun with a crowd, right?”

A classic pick-up attempt. If the girl looked like she wasn’t totally against it, I’d have left it alone… But it seemed that wasn’t the case.  She looked troubled. No, more like she was about to snap.

…Guess I’ve got no choice.

“Sorry to keep you waiting.”

I addressed the girl and stepped in between her and the guys. Then I said to them.

“She’s with me.”

The moment I said that, the guys clicked their tongues and walked off.

I turned back to face the girl. She had black hair and black eyes. Not quite at Seira’s level, but she had a good figure. Her gaze was a bit sharp, but her features were refined—like a traditional Japanese doll. The modest, one-piece swimsuit suited her well. With a face like that, it was no wonder she got hit on. …Though, sheh  was not quite on Seira’s level.

So, what now? Are you alone? It’s dangerous, so should I take you back to your friends? …No, that kind of sounds like I’m hitting on her. Besides, Seira’s waiting. I’m not obligated to go that far.

“Alright, I’ll be on my way then—”

“I don’t recall becoming your companion, though?”

She glared at me as she spoke. She seemed angry. I didn’t think I’d done anything to upset her…

“That was just a way to get those guys to leave. I didn’t mean to imply we’re together.”

“Oh, is that so? …Not like I asked you to help me anyway.”

“I’m aware I was just meddling in, but. …Well, I’ll be going, then.”

“Wait.”

She grabbed my shirt.

“What now?”

“…Are you really just going to leave a girl alone?”

“…Huh?”

“You saved me, so take responsibility until the end.”

She gave a little snort as she said that.

Wow, she’s pretty shameless.

“Fine, whatever. …So, what do you want me to do?”

“Take me to where my friends are.”

“Sure. Which way?”

“This way.”

I walked a step behind the girl.

“My name is Sayaka. What’s yours, Onii-san?”

“Haruki Himuro.”

“Then I’ll call you Haruki-san. You can call me Sayaka-chan.”

“Uh… Okay…”

Man, she’s really forward…

Without realizing, I glanced at the girl—Sayaka—walking beside me. Our eyes met. …She kind of reminded me of Seira. Her hair and eyes were different, but still…

“Could you not stare at me like that?”

Suddenly, Sayaka covered her chest with both arms. She seemed to have misunderstood my intentions.

“I wasn’t looking.”

I’ve got no interest in anything but Seira’s chest.

But Sayaka didn’t look convinced. She started grumbling about me being a pervert and typical guys and such.

Hmm… Still, I really think her voice sounds kind of like Seira’s. Probably just my imagination though.

“Ah, Sayaka-chan!!”

“You’re late! I was worried, you know… Who’s that?”

As we walked, two girls waved at us. They looked like her friends.

“He walked me here because it’s dangerous to be alone. This is Haruki-san.”

“I see. Do you know him?”

“Yes.”

“Since five minutes ago.”

This girl is full of contradictions…

“Alright then, I’ll be going now.”

If I waited too long, Seira might get irritated. I quickly turned to leave—

“Wait.”

“…Now what?”

“…Thank you.”

Sayaka gave a small snort. Her tone was like, “I thanked you, be grateful.”

I couldn’t help but smile wryly.

“You’re welcome. Well, I’ll be—”

“By the way, Haruki-san… Are you alone?”

“Huh?”

“If you’re by yourself, want to hang out with us?”

““Ehh!?””

Sayaka’s suggestion made both of her friends exclaim in confusion. Their faces said, “What’s going on!?” as they looked back and forth between me and Sayaka. But the one most confused… Was me.

I just met this girl, and now she’s asking me to hang out…? Wait… Is this… Her hitting on me? A reverse pick-up?

“Ah… Thanks for the offer, but…”

“You have friends? That’s fine! The more the merrier—”

“I’m waiting for my girlfriend.”

When I said that, Sayaka’s expression froze. Then, little by little, she looked more and more annoyed.

“Well then, see you.”

I quickly made my escape.

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