Chapter 186: You’re Dreaming!

Himekoji had dressed the naked Nanami in underwear. Could he be considered thoughtful?

But—

‘Why did you put her bra around her waist?!’

There was nothing covered at all?!

Blushing, Himekoji quickly turned his face away as if to avoid suspicion.

‘Because it wouldn’t fit up there.’

‘If it wouldn’t fit, just throw pajamas over her!’

She’s sleeping. Shouldn’t underwear come off anyway? I’ve never seen you this eager to put yours on!

‘It’s Nanami’s fault for being too big.’

‘No, you’re just too small!’

That was right. All the underwear on Nanami right now… belonged to Mashiro.

Wait!

‘Hold on! That thing Aoyama’s wearing… those big red briefs… are… mine?’

He spotted something out of the corner of his eye. Himekoji’s cheek twitched as he asked Mashiro in disbelief.

‘Akito, what do you like? Big or small?’

Instead of answering, Mashiro tossed a new question back at Himekoji.

‘Of course big… no! Right now it is you! Why did you put my Underwear on Aoyama?!’

‘Because Rita said we shouldn’t give girl’s Underwear away easily.’

‘So mine is okay?’

‘Akito’s should be fine.’

‘Why can you say something so confidently like it is you?!’

Himekoji was going crazy.

‘Quick! Change her out of my Underwear! Otherwise, when Aoyama wakes up, I’m dead!’

Himekoji could completely picture it.

…

Mashiro tilted her head, thought for a moment, then nodded.

‘Okay.’

As soon as she finished speaking, the girl walked straight towards Himekoji.

‘Huh?’

He was bewildered.

Wait, this isn’t right! Nanami’s lying over there on the bed! Going the wrong way, you idiot!

Mashiro walked right up to Himekoji, stopped, then reached out to unbuckle his belt.

Himekoji jumped.

‘Hey! What are you doing?’

He scrambled back a step.

Was Mashiro actually a girl pervert?

‘Changing your Underwear.’

The girl said something so terrifying with a perfectly natural expression.

‘So, why exactly are you switching my Underwear?!’

‘Akito said to do it.’

Mashiro looked at him from bottom to top with a confused expression. Adorable, but useless!

‘I meant, “Change Aoyama OUT of MY Underwear!”’

‘That’s too awkward. I don’t understand.’

‘Quit it! If you don’t understand, then make yourself understand!’

‘Then she won’t have Underwear to wear.’

‘Can’t you lend her one of yours?’

‘No.’

Surprisingly, Mashiro was firm on this point.

‘You already lent her underwear!’

‘Underwear and Underwear are different.’

‘How are they different?!’

‘Rita said so.’

Geez, where is this Rita girl a guru of…

But thankfully, by the name, it was a girl.

‘Forget it, forget it. Wait here!’

Saying this, Himekoji turned and left.

A short while later, he returned clutching a brand new, unopened pack of women’s Underwear.

‘Here.’

He felt a pang handing it over. His Imouto’s reunion gift!

A couple’s pair, ha ha ha ha…

Wait! Laughing in a spot like this… Does it make me seem like a pervert?

Himekoji hastily suppressed the agitation rising in him at the thought of his sister.

‘Hey, Akito. Are you an Underwear hobbyist?’

‘Definitely not!’

It was Himekoji’s rude reply.

‘You totally collected this.’

‘Drop it! Just hurry up and change Aoyama’s Underwear already!’

His big briefs on Nanami… Is that okay?

It just felt utterly ridiculous.

‘Akito, close your eyes.’

‘You don’t need to tell me! I won’t peek!’

‘Turn around.’

‘Yes! Got it! I said I won’t peek! Just make sure to cover Aoyama properly later.’

Himekoji might as well just leave the room. He’s already seen all there was to see — the parts he should have and shouldn’t have. Staying served no purpose.

After speaking, he gently closed the door.

Not long after, Mashiro also came out.

The girl stared at Himekoji for a while. Suddenly, she tilted her head and said:

“Akito, there’s something I want to ask of you.”

“Yeah, you said that earlier. So, what is it?”

Probably more trivial little matters.

Himekoji thought to himself.

Mashiro didn’t answer. Instead, she walked into the room next door—her own bedroom—by herself.

Himekoji stood frozen for a couple of seconds. Seeing nothing more would come, he reluctantly followed after her.

“Take them off.”

Just as he stepped inside, Himekoji was startled by her sudden words.

His mind blanked for a second, and he blinked in confusion.

“Take them off.”

But when Mashiro saw him still frozen, she repeated herself.

Her expression and tone were deadly serious.

Meaning, unfortunately, Himekoji hadn’t misheard her the first time.

What the heck?!

To collect his thoughts, Himekoji instinctively looked away from her face and scanned the room.

Mashiro’s room was, as usual, piled high with clothes, undergarments, and unsubmitted manuscripts.

This wasn’t a dream—dreams couldn’t recreate such a detailed, realistic backdrop!

“Take them off.”

Right then, Mashiro’s voice came for the third time.

You’ve said it three times already!

“What’s the reason?”

Himekoji managed to calm himself down just enough to ask with exasperation.

“I want to see naked body.”

“I meant why you want to see it!”

“That… is a long story.”

Tch! Akito’s soul nearly left his body.

Way to say it’s “a long story”…

“Is that your attitude when asking a favor?”

“…Wait.”

Mashiro grabbed a memo from the desk.

“It was Ayano’s suggestion.”

She explained flatly.

“That editor’s encouraging you to commit a crime!”

“Ayano wouldn’t do that.”

But she already has!

Himekoji shot Mashiro an annoyed look before asking sarcastically,

“So? What was the suggestion?”

“…What are you talking about?”

“The suggestion you mentioned!”

“We’re still on that?”

“We never actually started that topic!”

He couldn’t hold back his complaints!

Mashiro’s eyes drifted to the memo.

“This is Ayano’s advice.”

“Did you just reset the conversation?! Didn’t you say that exact line earlier?”

She ignored Himekoji’s bafflement and continued monotonously.

“If conveying delicate emotions—”

“Uh-huh.”

“Feels too difficult for you—”

“Mhm.”

“Then why not attempt intense depictions—”

“And?”

“And challenge yourself?”

“Uh-huh.”

“That’s what she said.”

“I see. So that’s why you need to draw a naked male body? Because some shoujo manga really use intense styles. But the suggestion wasn’t long at all! And it literally didn’t mention looking at my body once!

“No, it did. Today’s goal is sketching Akito’s body.”

“Get lost! Also, stop making it sound so dirty! Are you some kind of Pervert?!”

“Take them off.”

With that, Mashiro reached for the hem of Himekoji’s shirt without warning.

“I refuse!”

Knocking her hand away, Himekoji declared it firmly.

Screw this—this annoying girl was dreaming!

His chastity wasn’t getting lost here!

…