When I Picked Up A Stunningly Gorgeous Downer-Type Beauty In Front Of The Entrance. - Chapter 9.2: The morning of the first day of school. The thighs peeking out from the skirt were white. Part -2.
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The morning of the first day of school. The thighs peeking out from the skirt were white. Part -2.
“Yeah, but, what’s up? Hehe.”
My cheeks slacken lazily, a silly grin spreading.
“…Why are you suddenly acting so silly? It’s gross.”
“Wow, that’s harsh.”
She looks thoroughly disgusted. Her reaction is so intense that it stings a bit, but…
She’s trying to keep her promise, isn’t she?
It’s not like there’s anything wrong if she doesn’t keep it. There must be a reason why Sajou-san hasn’t been going to school, and there’s no need for her to accept my whims.
So, maybe…
I feel somewhat happy, as if I’ve been prioritized by Sajou-san. Maybe it’s because it’s early in the morning and I’m not fully awake yet.
My rationality is thin, and I’m going with the flow of my heart.
Emotions come to the surface. My chest feels warm, and I can feel my cheeks lifting into a silly grin.
“I’m happy we can go together.”
“What’s with you, seriously…”
She seems troubled, hesitating.
She turns her face away suddenly and takes a step back.
Her skirt floats lightly, revealing her white thighs. Since she usually wears pants as her casual attire, I’ve never seen her skin exposed like this before.
…I’ve seen her in an almost naked state before, but this time, there’s a different kind of excitement. Is it fetishism?
No, it’s lewd.
Perhaps she noticed my impure thoughts, as she was about to leave the room, Sajou-san stops abruptly, hand on the doorknob.
She shakes her head vigorously from side to side.
“I’m not looking, I’m not looking. I didn’t see your… underwear.”
“…That’s not it.”
Ah, right.
Relieved, but now having confessed, I’m met with a stern glare from Sajou-san, who turns back, holding the hem of her skirt.
I’m sorry. But really, I didn’t see your underwear, and that reaction just makes things even more suggestive. I can’t say that, though.
“No, that’s not it… So…”
She tries to say something but stumbles over her words.
So, she, too, without caring that her skirt wrinkles, grips it tightly and rubs her fingertips against it.
“…Breakfast… is ready. That’s all.”
Unable to endure it, she flees the room as if escaping.
The door remains slightly ajar, not fully closed.
That halfway state seemed to reflect Sajou-san’s feelings.
Maybe she wanted to say something else.
I wonder what she really wanted to say. I wanted to hear it from her, but I can guess.
Her adorable reaction spoke volumes. She feels the same way as me.
I hope so, and somehow, I feel happy again, as if in a dream, and flop onto the bed with a sigh. Zzz…
In the end,
“…You woke up, right? Breakfast’s cold though.”
“…Sorry.”
The breakfast table in the morning was, in more ways than one, thoroughly cold.