The Saint Next to Me Who Sometimes Comes Without Wearing Underwear Tells Me What’s Under Her Skirt in Secret - 28

Chapter 28

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“Haruki-kun! Over here, over here!”

As I headed toward the meeting spot, I heard Seira’s voice call out from a little distance away. When I turned toward the voice, I saw Seira already seated at a table, waving in my direction.

“You’re so late.”

As we sat across from each other, Seira said that with a beaming smile. Her eyes weren’t smiling. She wasn’t exactly angry, but she clearly wasn’t in a good mood.

“You left a delicate girl all alone… What were you doing? Getting picked up by some girl or something?”

Could she have seen me? If that were the case, trying to lie would just make things worse. It was probably better to just tell her the truth.

“I got caught up in a bit of trouble.”

“What kind of trouble?”

I explained the situation to Seira without hiding anything. …Except for the part where I got hit on.

“I figured you must’ve gotten lost or something. …You’re too nice for your own good.”

“Y-Yeah… I just felt kind of bad about ignoring her.”

“So you can leave me all alone, but you can’t abandon some random girl, huh?”

Seira pouted as she scolded me. I knew she was going to say that.

She was the one who said she’d be fine on her own. If she didn’t want to be left alone, she could’ve just stayed with me in the first place…

…Is what I wanted to say.

But if I did, she’d definitely sulk for real.

“Aaah. If I knew I was going to get left behind, maybe I should’ve accepted one of those invitations.”

“…Someone hit on you?”

“Well, yeah. I mean, I am a beauty.”

She said it with a smug look on her face. I slightly regretted not prioritizing Seira and coming back sooner.

“But once I showed them this, they gave up and left.”

She said that while holding up her drink. It was just regular juice inside. But the straw was different—it was heart-shaped and had two mouthpieces. The kind meant for couples to drink together. Of course no one would think she was drinking that alone—they’d assume she was with a guy and give up hitting on her.

Smart thinking.

“Come on, let’s eat already. I’m starving.”

“Yeah, good idea.”

We laid out what we’d each bought on the table. I got takoyaki and Seira had apparently picked up karaage and French fries.

“I like my takoyaki and fries on the crispier side, y’know.”

Even as she grumbled, Seira kept popping food into her mouth. There were only twelve pieces of takoyaki, and she ate eight of them…

“What? You got a problem with that?”

“Nope. Nothing at all.”

I couldn’t risk upsetting her any further. If a couple takoyaki could fix her mood, I’d gladly offer them up.

“Ugh, it’s hot.”

Seira muttered with a displeased tone, unzipping her rash guard slightly. The white cleavage that had been hidden until now was suddenly exposed. Seeing it head-on really was amazing…

“…Fufu.”

Maybe she noticed my gaze, because Seira unzipped it even further. In the end, she opened it all the way. Wearing a rash guard but showing too much gave off this forbidden kind of vibe—it was unexpectedly erotic. What a ridiculous realization to have.

“Hey, don’t look at me with those dirty eyes. Pervert.”

Seira laughed while kicking me.

Or rather, it wasn’t a kick—it was more like a touch, a gentle stroke. She extended her long legs and traced my shin and knee with her bare foot. It seemed her mood had improved at some point.

“Then cover up.”

“But I got all hot.”

She said that with a sidelong glance, slipping one shoulder out of her rash guard. Then she twisted her body, slowly peeling it off, like a butterfly emerging from its cocoon. I looked away, then peeked. Looked away again. Peeked again… I couldn’t stop glancing.

Every time our eyes met, Seira grinned smugly. I felt like she had me wrapped around her finger.

“…I’m gonna go get some water.”

Before I realized it, my throat had gone dry. I stood up to get hydrated—and to cool my head a little.

“Wait.”

But Seira called out to stop me. Her eyes narrowed as she glared at me. Even though she’d been in a good mood just moments ago…

“You’re leaving me alone again?”

“No, but it’s just right over—”

“You’re leaving me alone?”

“…Then… Should we go together?”

“Someone might take our seats. Besides, we already have drinks here.”

She pushed her drink forward as she said that. It was the couple-style one with the heart-shaped straw.

“Yeah, but that’s yours—”

“It’s for two, duh? Just look.”

“…”

Seira smiled brightly as she spoke, but her eyes weren’t smiling and the pressure she exuded was beyond intense.

What? You don’t want to share a drink with me? You think it’s gross or something?

If I rejected her, I could practically feel her on the verge of snapping.

“…Then I guess I’ll have some.”

If I remembered right, Seira used this side of the straw. I aimed for the other, the one she hadn’t touched…

“…Fufu.”

Seira gave a wicked smile and rotated the drink in front of me. The straws turned with it. Now, neither of us could tell which side she’d used.

“Nn~”

Then Seira wrapped her lips around one side of the straw and looked right at me. She wanted us to drink together.

Fine. Let’s drink.

I put the straw to my mouth as well. As I started sipping the juice, Seira did too. Pink liquid flowed through the straws. The overly sweet taste of artificial flavoring spread in my mouth. I looked up from the drink—and right into Seira’s face.

Her blue eyes stared directly at me. Her face, as beautiful and mysterious as a piece of sacred art, was the same as always. Except for the bright red blush on her pale cheeks and I was sure my own face was just as flushed.

Hence why I didn’t look away. I kept staring. Seira stared right back, not backing down.

Three seconds passed. Her eyes wavered. Two seconds after that, her blue gaze drifted to the left. Her soft lips parted from the straw.

“…There. I’ll let you off the hook with that.”

Watching her say that, face flushed, I found myself thinking:

I want to kiss her.

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