Chapter 141: Who Knew Eriri Was Such a Pervert
Chapter 141: Who Knew Eriri Was Such a Pervert
“Here! Here! Here!”
Eriri shoved all the bags she was carrying – several pairs of indoor shoes and teacups of different kinds – into Himekoji’s arms.
“Huh? Why are you giving me these?”
Himekoji rolled his eyes, annoyed.
Couldn’t she give him something… normal?
Every single thing Eriri stuffed at him was clearly made for girls!
“Eh?”
She… she actually found it annoying?
The girl stared at Himekoji, baffled. After a moment, a look of understanding crossed her face, and she sighed with resignation.
“Hmph… Guess you leave me no choice. Hand it over.”
“Hand what over?”
“What do you think?!”
Blushing bright red, Eriri grabbed a bag right out of Himekoji’s arms without waiting for an answer.
She sat down on a bench beside the walkway and quickly tore open the packaging of the indoor shoes she’d just bought.
Hey, wait a second!
Himekoji suddenly realized what was happening—
This Twin Tails blonde mixed-race Eriri… what she was doing sure looked like…
Enough! Did she really think he was some pervert?
He wasn’t interested in girls’ worn indoor shoes! How many times did he have to say it?
“There! Happy now?”
Eriri flicked her small hand, tossing the shoes she’d “specially tried on” at Himekoji. At the same time, she turned her embarrassed, angry little face sharply away, clearly trying to avoid his gaze.
“Happy with what?”
Himekoji felt his eyebrow twitching fiercely. If he had to guess, his forehead must be covered in metaphorical black lines right now.
“Hah?! Y-you… you’re pushing it!” Eriri exclaimed, clearly frightened by whatever she imagined. Her Twin Tails trembled slightly. Her cheeks, which had been merely flushed, instantly turned red all the way to her ears.
“Well… fine, then. You can take my little leather shoes too.”
Her delicate little feet, clad only in thin black stockings, lightly nudged the black leather flats she’d just taken off. Then, with a tiny, almost imperceptible flick of her foot, she pushed the little leather shoes right in front of Himekoji.
Himekoji stared back at her, his face dark with disbelief.
“You’re… you’re still not satisfied?!” Eriri asked. Seeing Himekoji’s expression, her runaway imagination took flight once again.
“Hmph! Y-you… you really are such a pervert! So, so… indecent!”
“Hey…”
Hey! What was she doing, talking to herself, making up her own story, putting on her own weird show?! He hadn’t said, or done, anything remotely perverted the entire time!
Himekoji was about to vocalize this complaint, but he only got the first syllable “Hey” out before Eriri interrupted him again.
“I-I suppose I could… force myself to grant your disgusting, perverted, indecent, unreasonable request… maybe…” she stammered. “But only this last time! You have to promise! Really, truly promise it’s the absolute last time! If… if you push me further… I-I’ll get angry! Seriously, seriously angry!”
“Huh?”
Himekoji could only stare, bewildered at her sudden rambling.
Then, he watched as Eriri lifted a leg. She turned her body slightly, choosing a position with her back mostly to him. Slowly, she began peeling off her slippery stockings.
Though, turning around was completely pointless and unnecessary. Even with her back to him, the reflective shop windows clearly showed her reflection… showing everything someone might see, or shouldn’t see…
Because that leg was lifted way too high, and that skirt was way too short! Those blue-and-white striped panties were fully visible!
The mall was crowded; it wasn’t just the two of them…
Himekoji quickly stepped two paces forward, positioning himself discreetly to block the exposed view. He shielded her while she fumbled.
But seriously, what was going on today? More blue-and-white?
Huh? Why did he say “more” again?
Hmm… He felt like he’d just recently seen a pair of underwear that looked almost exactly like that, same pattern, same colors. Whose were they?
Ah! He couldn’t remember at all!
Had his memory deteriorated so much without him noticing?!
Himekoji felt strangely alarmed.
Actually—
This was a bit awkward, but… if anyone out there knew whose blue-and-white striped panties he’d seen recently, could they maybe remind him?
…
Eriri stood barefoot, her small pale feet showing against the floor. Her pretty face was set in an annoyed expression.
She gave a loud “Hmph!”, stuffed the high-quality stockings – which she’d just taken off and were still warm with her body heat and faint scent – right into Himekoji’s hands.
“Blue-and-white…”
Himekoji was still racking his brain desperately about those other blue-and-white striped panties. Distracted, he muttered the first part of the phrase aloud without thinking.
“No! Not that! Absolutely, definitely NOT that!”
Eriri heard him and immediately looked horrified. Her lips twisted, revealing her signature little fangs. She looked downright ferocious. Instinctively, both her hands clamped tightly over her skirt hem, refusing to budge even a fraction.
What the heck?
Himekoji opened his mouth, about to ask what she meant, but Eriri, with her overactive understanding, jumped in first again.
“T-the… the top?! Out of the question too! W-what is all this disgusting, perverted stuff filling your head?!”
Hugging her admittedly-not-huge chest (although it was just a tad bigger than Yukinoshita’s), she dramatically backed away several steps – “stomp, stomp, stomp!”
Huh? So… Eriri wore a bra too?
He honestly hadn’t noticed before…
Besides, this had nothing to do with what was inside his head! It was all stuff she was imagining!
Thinking about it… maybe Eriri’s head was the one chock-full of nasty, gross, and perverted thoughts!
…
“Uh, y-your phone is ringing.”
Whoa, he actually finished a sentence without being interrupted?
Himekoji startled himself after speaking.
Getting a whole thought out smoothly felt almost like a forgotten skill.
Eriri seemed to realize this split-second faster than Himekoji. She pulled out her phone, looking hesitant.
“Answer it.”
Himekoji urged her.
Probably her family calling.
Maybe telling her to come home?
That suited Himekoji just fine.
Because not far away, Yukinoshita and Yuigahama were browsing the pet store. Periodically, they glanced toward Himekoji and Eriri, their gazes distinctly watchful…
He hadn’t dated many times, but years of consuming novels, anime, and TV dramas had given Himekoji a very sharp sense for the precursor of trouble brewing – the distinct, chilling aroma of a potential battlefield.
Three women definitely made a chaotic scene. Best to send one away as fast as possible!
…
“R-really… take the call?” Eriri asked uncertainly.
“Of course. Don’t make your family worry.”
Himekoji gave what he hoped was a reassuring, mature smile.
However, just as Eriri thumbed the green button to answer, Himekoji happened to catch a glimpse of the name on the caller ID…
W-wait! Hold on!!
The person calling was the absolute last person he expected!
Damn it! Himekoji suddenly had a very bad feeling.
Yep… his lower back twitched…
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