The Saint Next to Me Who Sometimes Comes Without Wearing Underwear Tells Me What’s Under Her Skirt in Secret - 3

Chapter 3

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“I’m not wearing anything right now.”

That one remark from Saotome stayed with me, and I couldn’t taste my lunch. Lunch break had ended and we were in the fourth period and yet, I still couldn’t focus on class. By the time I realized it, my eyes had drifted toward Saotome. 

As always, she sat upright with perfect posture, taking the lesson seriously. From beneath her skirt stretched her long, fair legs. Like a proper, ladylike girl, her legs were neatly closed. Naturally, there was no way to confirm what was underneath. And yet, I couldn’t stop wondering.

“…Hm?”

When I looked up, my eyes met Saotome’s. She smiled mischievously. Apparently, she’d noticed my gaze.

Feeling awkward, I turned my eyes toward the blackboard. Moments later, my phone vibrated.

『What’s wrong?』

A message came from Saotome. After hesitating a bit, I typed a reply.

『What did you mean by ‘not wearing anything’?』

After sending the message, I looked back at Saotome. She looked like she was debating what to write in reply, but once she noticed my gaze, she picked up a ballpoint pen. Then, she pointed downward. The tip of the pen was directed toward the inside of her skirt, right at her groin.

…So that was what she meant. I involuntarily held my breath.

And then, after school….

“I’m looking forward to working with you again today, Himuro-kun.”

“…Yeah.”

Today, Saotome and I were on class duty. As usual, we carried out our tasks in the classroom.

But I couldn’t stop thinking about what was—or wasn’t—under her skirt.

The skirt itself was slightly above the knees, short enough to be considered trendy for a high school girl. Still, maybe because she was an ojou-sama, her defenses were tight. She never took wide strides, so even if it seemed like you might catch a glimpse—you never did. Which only made it all the more frustrating.

I kept following her with my eyes and every time our eyes met, she flashed me that mischievous smile. I couldn’t take it anymore.

“Hey.”

Unable to hold back, I spoke to Saotome.

“What?”

“What’s your deal?”

“My deal?”

“…Saying you’re not wearing them, or talking about the color, or whatever.”

“If I had to put it simply… Mmm, I guess it’s a hobby.”

A hobby, huh. In short, she was just toying with me. I’d known that from the beginning. But that wasn’t really the main issue here.

“Why me?”

I didn’t remember doing anything to make Saotome take an interest in me. But after being teased like this every single day… I couldn’t help but start thinking, “Is she into me?”

“You’re not the type to blab about this stuff, right?”

“You’re not worried I’ll get the wrong idea and come onto you? We’re alone right now, you know.”

“What? Are you planning to assault me or something?”

“…No, I wouldn’t do that.”

“There you go.”

Saotome giggled. I had my reputation to protect, so of course I’d never do anything like that… But still. The way she saw right through my thoughts pissed me off.

“Honestly, it’s annoying. Cut it out. I don’t appreciate this at all.”

“That’s a lie.”

“How do you know? You think a guy would be happy getting sexually harassed by a girl he’s not into?”

“And yet you’ve been eyeing me up so shamelessly. Funny, coming from you.”

Guh.

“I wasn’t doing any of that.”

“Oh really? Then I must have been mistaken. That’s fine, then.”

Saotome laughed playfully.

This girl…

I tried to argue back, but I couldn’t find the right words. Saotome looked at me, seemingly enjoying my flustered state, then clapped her hands.

“Okay, enough talk. …Let’s finish our work.”

“Before that… Can I ask you one more thing?”

“What is it?”

“Are you really not wearing them?”

All I could think about was somehow getting the upper hand on this two-faced saint.

“Oh my. So you are curious? Now, which is it, I wonder?”

“So it’s a lie, then.”

“…Huh?”

Saotome furrowed her brows. Her usual confident demeanor cracked a little. I smirked inwardly.

“What makes you say that?”

“I just don’t think you’ve got the guts.”

Honestly, I figured she probably wasn’t wearing them. She’d once stashed her panties in her pocket—meaning she hadn’t been wearing them at the time. If she did it once, she’d do it again.

“And the fact that you can’t say it with confidence is suspicious. Which means… You are wearing them, right?”

“…Kgh.”

Saotome twisted her lips in frustration, her eyes darting around. She was probably searching for a comeback. Eventually, she glared at me and snapped:

“…It’s true though. I’m not wearing any. Happy now?”

Her cheeks flushed faintly as she stared daggers at me.

I was surprised she admitted it outright after being so evasive until now. Maybe she was pleased by how shocked I looked—her lips curled into a faint smirk.

“So, where’s the proof?”

“…Huh?”

“The proof? You don’t have any, do you? You were probably lying about the color too. I have no way of confirming it, right?”

Unless she lifted her skirt and showed me…. But there was no way Saint Saotome would go that far. She wouldn’t—and she couldn’t.

There was no way to prove she was wearing them or not wearing them.

“Ggh…”

There was nothing she could do.

Saotome contorted her face in frustration and glared at me, but she had no comeback.

Looks like this is my win.

“I won’t deny I’m curious. But in the end, you’re just lying to me.”

“Oh really? If you’re going to say that much…”

Saotome pinched the hem of her skirt.

“Do you… Want to check?”

Her face flushed bright red as she said it.

…Huh?

“Wh-What are you saying?”

“You’re the one who asked for proof, aren’t you?”

“Well, yeah, but…”

“Just for a second. I’ll show you the proof for a second.”

With that, Saotome slowly lifted her skirt. Her smooth, healthy thighs gradually came into view. The hem of her skirt approached that dangerous triangular zone…

“…!”

I hastily turned my head away. Before I knew it, my heart was pounding in my chest. I gathered my courage and looked back—

“You didn’t see it. That’s on you.”

Saotome stood there with a triumphant look on her face. Her skirt had returned to its usual position.

“Or are you still going to say you don’t believe me? Even though you looked away on your own?”

“…I’m not that stubborn.”

If she truly wasn’t wearing anything, wouldn’t she not want to lift her skirt? Was she really not wearing anything? Or was she? If anything, my doubts only deepened. But maybe that too was part of Saotome’s plan.

Damn it… I shouldn’t have looked away… I could’ve seen something good…

“Well then… Let’s keep getting along like we usually do, okay? Himuro-kun.”

“…Do whatever you want.”

And so, I ended up stuck dealing with the exhibitionist tendencies of this so-called saint—no, this lewd saint.

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