The Saint Next to Me Who Sometimes Comes Without Wearing Underwear Tells Me What’s Under Her Skirt in Secret - 32

Chapter 32

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“I can’t promise you anything, so let’s put it on hold first, okay?”

That day, Seira said that and went home. Some time passed, and with just three days left until the summer festival—

『I’ll go to the summer festival with you.』

I received that message from her.  It seemed she had gotten the permission. Suppressing my excitement, I worked out the details with Seira. After deciding the meeting place and time, a thought suddenly occurred to me.

『Will you be wearing a yukata?』

『Do you want to see me in one?』

『I was thinking of matching with you. Western clothes or yukata?』

If Seira showed up in a yukata and I was wearing regular clothes, I’d stick out. On the other hand, if I was the only one in a yukata, I’d look like some overly eager weirdo. I tried to gently convey that thought to her. 

Seira probably had clothes she wanted to wear, and there was a chance she didn’t even own a yukata. I didn’t want to force anything on her if I could help it…

『Do you want to see me in one?』

The same message came back. Apparently, what mattered to Seira was whether I wanted to see her in a yukata or not.

『I do.』

After thinking for a moment, I replied honestly.

Her response came back immediately.

『Then look forward to it.』

Well then… I will certainly look forward to it.

I grinned to myself.

And so the long-awaited day of the summer festival arrived.

“Sorry to keep you waiting. …Did you wait long?”

Fifteen minutes past our meeting time, just as promised, Seira appeared dressed in a yukata. The pale, bluish-white fabric was adorned with beautiful hydrangeas. Her hair had been carefully styled with a hairpin decorated with a flower ornament.

“No, no. I just got here myself.”

“Then you’re also late!”

Just got here. Which meant I also arrived after our meeting time. In other words, I was late. Well, technically she wasn’t wrong.

“No, I mean… It’s just the template greeting you use at times like these, you know…?”

“I’m joking.”

She chuckled softly before I could explain that I had actually arrived five minutes early.

Well, fair enough. I probably just came off like someone who can’t take a joke…

“That yukata really suits you. You look beautiful.”

“Oh, is that so?”

Trying to play it off, I complimented Seira’s appearance. It was a typical thing to say, but she didn’t seem to dislike it.

“You’re not bad yourself. I was going to scold you if you showed up all sloppy.”

As she said that, she poked me in the chest. Her touch felt oddly clingy for some reason.

“Quit it, that’s harassment.”

“It’s fine. I’ll let you touch mine in return.”

At those words, my eyes were involuntarily drawn to her chest. They were still as big as ever.

“Don’t say stupid stuff like that… Come on, let’s go already.”

I said that as I reached my hand out toward her. With a smile, Seira took my hand.

“That part wasn’t a joke, though.”

Hand in hand, we began to walk. The street with all the stalls lined up was a little farther ahead from here.

“Sorry for being late. It took a while to shake off my little sister.”

“Yeah, well, I figured as much.”

She’d been oddly persistent during the beach outing too. She was probably a full-blown siscon.

“By the way, it’s the usual question but…”

“Hmm?”

“What color do you think it is today?”

Seira asked playfully with a mischievous smile. She was probably talking about her underwear. I lowered my gaze slightly, inspecting her yukata. Cheap yukatas sometimes showed the outline of what was underneath, but hers gave off no such vibe. Of course not—there was no way she’d wear something cheap. But I had a feeling that wasn’t the reason it wasn’t showing through.

“…You’re not wearing any, are you?”

“And why do you think that?”

“Because it’s a yukata.”

There was an urban legend that people didn’t wear underwear under yukata. Of course, it was just a myth. There were proper undergarments made for traditional wear. But Seira was the kind of girl who always seemed to be looking for reasons not to wear underwear. Even knowing it was just a myth, it wouldn’t be strange for her to go along with it anyway.

“That’s not very convincing. It’s not weird to wear them under a yukata, you know?”

“Then, it’s my sixth sense.”

“That’s even less convincing.”

Seira sounded a little disappointed. She probably didn’t like that I guessed right on the first try. 

Maybe I should’ve played along a little longer…

Just as I thought that, something soft pressed against my upper arm.

“Want to check it with your own eyes?”

I could feel her body heat through the thin fabric.

This girl, don’t tell me…

“You’re not wearing anything on top either…?”

“Who knows?”

She said that with a sultry smile, her cheeks slightly flushed. She looked genuinely embarrassed. Or maybe the reason why she opted not to wear anything was because she was feeling embarrassed. She craved the thrill. 

“Don’t cling to me so much. …They’re touching me.”

“I’m doing it on purpose.”

She rubbed her chest against me.

This girl… Is she in heat or something…?

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