“What? What do you mean by that!?”
Natsumi-chan, who was lying on the sofa and kicking her legs, stopped to look at me.
“…No, well, it’s not me okay? I wasn’t the one who came up with that kind of ‘playing’.”
“Even then… What do you mean by showing your panties?”
Natsumi-chan’s eyes were cold, like she was looking at trash.
There wasn’t any work today, so Natsumi-chan and I were both relaxing at Hiiragi-chan’s place since noon on a Saturday. The owner of the place had left just ten minutes earlier, after fussing over lack of ingredients.
I did offer to go with her to help carry things,
“Thief-kun, do you want to see panties that much?”
Natsumi-chan casually changed the position of her body. While reading her manga, she was now sitting down with her legs crossed. It might be because of the shorts she was wearing, but I felt troubled as it felt like I could almost see it through the gap.
I’m friends with Natsumi-chan, but she’s also ‘my girlfriend’s sister’. I felt like I was doing something worse than just getting a glimpse of Hiiragi-chan’s panties, and so I averted my eyes.
What is she doing wearing something like this, when it’s already almost winter?
My attention returned to her as I was called.
“Eh, ah, yeah. It’s just a ‘playful’ thing though. It can just end at an attempt.”
“An attempt? Then you didn’t even get to see it. Isn’t that just a tiny glimpse then?”
Somehow, it feels a bit different. It’s a little different from possibly getting an accidental glimpse.
“Maybe—it has to do with the anticipation of it?”
“That seems difficult…”
Just before she left, the three of us were watching the video that Hiiragi-chan took of me at the sports festival.
I thought that I had stopped her while we were in the sports equipment room, but that didn’t seem to be the case as the video included sound and everything.
“If you do your best, I’ll give you a reward!”
“Yeah. What do you want?”
“A while ago… when we were doing the thing where you would pretend to show me your panties, there was that request. Is something like that alright?”
“Y-yeah… i-if it’s just a little bit…”
Hiiragi-chan, with her face looking like a red tomato, quickly ran off while giving the excuse that there weren’t any ingredients, before Natsumi-chan could question further.
“Well, I guess it’s fine. It doesn’t really matter.”
Natsumi-chan reached out for the potato chips, and continued after eating one.
“It’s already been more than half a year since you guys have been dating right? I don’t really want to go out of my way to ask about the more intimate parts of your relationship. I think you guys should just do what you want. Haru-chan also seems to be more of a masochist.”
“Originally, no one would be able to get that out of her after all.”
While grinning, Natsumi-chan asked.
“What other lewd things have you guys done?”
“Wait wait. Stuff like that is supposed to be private.”
“A woman of the Hiiragi family has no privacy. Even Mama has been apprehensively asking about when she’ll get a grandkid.”
Seemingly having thought of something, Natsumi-chan’s eyes dropped to her thighs.
“… Is this the kind of thing that you like?”
Pinching the hem of her shorts, she tried to widen the gap.
“Puhaah!? Wait, stop it.”
“Why are you averting your eyes? For Thief-kun, it probably doesn’t matter who’s panties you get a glimpse of. It doesn’t have to be Haru-chan’s.”
“Uwah… that face says it all.”
“That’s not it at all.”
“Hmm? Is that really true?”
Natsumi-chan laughed at me teasingly.
Since I was probably the only male around her age that she was close to, to Natsumi-chan, I was probably someone she really enjoyed teasing… I finally understand how it feels for Sana to be teased by Natsumi-chan all the time.
“Wait for a bit.”
Saying that, she put down the manga she was reading and went into the bedroom.
I have a bad feeling about this.
“I often stay over at Haru-chan’s place, so I left a few changes of clothes around.”
After speaking with a muffled voice from behind the door, she came out of the bedroom.
“Well? Does this suit me?”
Natsumi-chan had changed into a mini skirt.
“Uhh. Yeah. It’s nice.”
Smiling and expressing her thanks, she sat down on the sofa.
“Why did you change?”
“Why do you think I changed?”
She’s got a wide grin on her face…
Natsumi-chan casually crossed her legs.
“Uwah, you’re straight-up staring…”
Umm, I can kind of see it, but—
“It’s okay for you to look, you know?”
Whaaat…? I unconsciously made a serious face.
“I’m wearing something that’s okay for you to see after all.”
Kuu—She was wearing a pair of really short shorts. The type specifically for this, right?
I was filled with the complicated emotion of disappointment and satisfaction for having seen it.
“The way you took the bait was great!”
Natsumi-chan kicked her legs and laughed out loud.
Dammit, dammit…! She’s completely making fun of me…!
“If I’m wearing tights, would that count?”
“I do believe that is so.”
“Hmmm, so it is.”
Natsumi-chan took on the same tone as me.
Natsumi-chan stood out turned around and returned after putting on some tights.
“Why do you think I’m wearing tights now?”
“What do you mean?”
“That means I’m not wearing the shorts from earlier.”
“Kyahaha, your face!”
I shook my head to get rid of my expression.
Hiiragi-chan usually has a neat and clean feel to her, while Natsumi-chan’s clothes seemed to give off a more fashionable aura. I have never really paid attention to it until now, so I just realized this.
“Natsumi-chan, aren’t you quite fashionable?”
“Fufun. That’s right. It’s because I’m very particular about it. Thief-kun, you should also consider it more—”
Natsumi-chan started to lecture me and give me all sorts of fashion advice. Speaking of which…
“This is about something else, but…”
Natsumi-chan in the present time called me ‘Seiji-san’.
“Are you always going to be calling me ‘Thief-kun’?”
“Eh? I-isn’t it fine? It’s my choice.”
She averted her eyes, her face dyed in red.
“…Why are you getting embarrassed?”
“When you deny something so harshly, it makes it even more suspicious.”
I lightly pinched her skirt.
“Wait! Don’t pull on my skirt. You’ll actually be able to see it.”
“It’s just a joke.”
As we were bickering with each other, a sound could be heard. Hiiragi-chan had returned.
“Why are you acting like that with Natsumi… Seiji-kun…?”
“Ah, this is going to get really bad.” Natsumi-chan said with a small voice, before smoothly escaping into the bedroom.
Hiiragi-chan was trembling.
“No, this is, umm, Natsumi-chan was just teasing me—Come on, Natsumi-cha—wait, you’re already gone!”
She’s so fast at running away.
“I’m the only one you can do sexual harassment skits and accidental panty glimpse skits with, okay? Do you understand?”
The huffing and puffing Hiiragi-chan grabbed my cheeks and pulled on them. She might be making sure that it doesn’t hurt, as it didn’t really hurt at all.
… Also, I feel like I heard her casually add in another type of ‘play’. I’ll just act like I didn’t notice.
Because of this incident, Natsumi-chan and I were under Hiiragi-chan’s watchful eyes when we met on shift days for a while.