Chapter 293: Whose Underwear Is This?
Chapter 293: Whose Underwear Is This?
“Did. It. Feel. Good?”
Each word dripped with cold fury as Nanami’s voice, like a funeral bell in a desolate graveyard, scraped chillingly against Himekoji’s eardrums.
“Gulp!”
Himekoji jolted in terror. Under his trembling hand, Nanami’s breasts bounced wildly once again.
“It felt good…”
“Hmm?”
“No! Not that!”
“Not that? So it didn’t feel good?”
The more Nanami spoke, the thicker her anger seemed to grow.
“No! That’s not what I meant! Wait… what was I trying to say?”
Himekoji was sweating buckets.
Don’t get him wrong—he wasn’t actually scared of her.
He was just temporarily blind. Fighting her now was hopeless. Better swallow his pride and play smart.
“Ah! I meant… it was good! Too good! No one feels better than Aoyama!”
Blind panic made the words tumble out without a filter.
“No one? Like who?”
“Yukinoshita!”
The name slipped out as reflexively as breathing.
“And?”
Pale with rage, Nanami silently placed Hikari on the ground, freeing both hands.
“Shi… Shiina?”
Himekoji hesitated briefly before caving to the threat.
The unfair judgment stung his conscience. Truthfully, Mashiro felt just as good. He’d know. The two girls were matched in soft fullness and springy firmness.
“You—you did do it to Mashiro after all! You utter pervert! And Yukinoshita came first? When? Was it before the School Trip?!?”
Nanami trembled, furious. She drew her hand back to strike.
“Eh?”
Himekoji suddenly understood his blunder.
“Wait! I didn’t! I never touched them!”
He cursed himself for an idiot. Nanami’s glare had scared every thought clean out of his head.
“If you never touched them, how do you know whose felt better?”
“Looking! Yeah, I could tell just by looking! Anyone would see it’s obvious!”
Trapped, he grasped at straws. Any excuse was better than silence.
“So… you just looked?”
Nanami’s voice thawed slightly.
Thank goodness…
Relief washed over him. For a heartbeat, he thought he’d dodged disaster.
“Yes, yes! Just looked, only looked!”
“Only looked?! ‘Only’!? You saw them completely naked and you call it ‘just’ looking?! What sort of sick trash are you?!”
Her rage boiled over. Nanami’s palm shot toward his face like a missile.
“Huh?”
That whistling sound…
He was done for. Slap incoming!
Acting on pure panic, Himekoji yanked his hand off her breasts and threw it up. He blocked the blow at the last second.
Blocked!
Too close! Thank heavens for his reflexes!
Only now did he realize Nanami’s earlier calm had been a lie!
Dodged a bullet? Rubbish!
Her words were nothing but carefully laid traps!
“N-No, Aoyama! You misunderstood! Looking meant normal clothes-on staring! Even if I hadn’t seen anyone else, or touched them—Aoyama’s are still the best! Hands-down!”
To save his skin, he spilled every lie that came to mind. Guilt be damned.
Life was just pure suffering sometimes.
“The… best?”
Nanami’s tone gave nothing away.
Terrified, Himekoji kept his shield arm raised. “Y-Yes! Nanami’s are the best.”
“That’s why you touched me?”
“Eh?”
Oh no. The bottom of his stomach dropped out.
This wouldn’t end well.
He scrambled backward, putting as much space as possible between himself and Nanami’s murderous aura.
But—
He couldn’t avoid the beating.
Honestly? Himekoji didn’t mind being hit by her. Wasn’t the worst trade-off.
The real betrayal came when that damned cat Hikari saw him pinned by Nanami and decided to help. Little claws swiped viciously at his arms and chest.
A mutiny!
“Aoyama! Control your cat!”
“What’s it got to do with me?”
Breathing hard, Nanami stopped hitting him. She’d worked shifts all day—her body ached. Seeing Himekoji pinned under a fluffy kitten? Too funny. She happily watched the chaos unfold.
“At least help me rip these panties off Hikari! She looks like a freakin’ furry pervert—it’s grotesque!”
Himekoji’s face twisted with outrage.
He’d finally seized his chance—to reveal his masterstroke against the System itself:
[Mission: Collect all seven wet panties Nanami took off.]
He’d obsessed over those words. Every syllable. And finally—a loophole!
The underwear ‘taken off’ by Nanami… didn’t need to be hers. Didn’t need to come from her body.
That tiny detail changed everything.
Like right now—Hikari’s six wet stolen panties already fit the bill. Wet? Check. Different colors? Check.
But after the System had tricked him so many times? Himekoji wasn’t taking chances. He’d prepared a little insurance.
—
“Please—take Hikari’s underwear off!”
“Why should I?”
Undressing a cat in front of Himekoji? Even if not her own, it felt mortifying.
“Because only you can do it!”
He sounded fully convinced. Why? Because the System had Nanami as its ‘official underwear-taker-offer.’
Seeing Hikari still going crazy atop the trapped Himekoji, Nanami sighed.
True—no one else could manage it now. Asking blind Himekoji? He’d be lucky if he didn’t come out of it needing new pants himself. Plus, those clumsy, blinded hands might accidentally “graze” her again…
Just one stray thought—
“Fine, fine. You’re impossible. Seriously, Himekoji… what have you been teaching this cat?”
Grumbling, she reached for the writhing mass of fur. Hikari squirmed violently in her arms, soaking the front of Nanami’s uniform with wet underwear water. The outline of her bra stood clear against her shirt.
“Aah! Settle down!”
Nanami scolded the cat, not bothering to hide the accidental peep show—Himekoji couldn’t see it anyway.
“Huh? Whose underwear is… this?”
As she peeled the sixth pair of sodden panties off the restless ball of fur, Nanami paused, brow furrowed in a flicker of confusion.