++”I’m not wearing them today.”++

Those words from Saotome bothered me, and I couldn’t taste my lunch.

After lunch, during the fourth period, I still couldn’t concentrate on the class.

Before I knew it, my gaze had drifted towards Saotome. She sat upright as usual, with perfect posture, attentively taking the lesson. Her long, pale legs extended from her skirt.

As the image of a proper young lady, she kept her legs tightly closed, leaving nothing visible.

But still, I was curious.

“…?”

When I looked up, my eyes met Saotome’s. She noticed my gaze and smiled mischievously.

Feeling awkward, I turned towards the blackboard. A little while later, my phone vibrated.

[What’s wrong?]

It was a message from Saotome. I hesitated for a moment before typing a reply.

[What did you mean by ‘not wearing them?]

After typing that, I looked at Saotome. She appeared to be pondering over her phone, but when she noticed my gaze, she picked up her ballpoint pen.

Then she pointed diagonally downward. The tip of the pen was pointing towards the inside of Saotome’s skirt, at her groin area. ++…So that’s what it meant, after all.++

I couldn’t help but hold my breath.

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And then, after school…

“Thank you for your help today, Himuro-kun.”

“…Yeah.”

Today, Saotome and I were on cleaning duty. We continued with our tasks in the classroom as usual.

But I couldn’t stop thinking about what might be under Saotome’s skirt. The skirt length itself was above the knee and fairly short, typical of modern high school girls, but perhaps because she was a young lady… 

She never walked with wide strides, making it frustratingly impossible to catch even a glimpse. And that’s why I was so curious. I couldn’t help but follow her with my eyes. And every time our eyes met, Saotome would smile mischievously.

++I’ve reached my limit.++

“Hey…”

Unable to bear it anymore, I called out to Saotome.

“What is it?”

“What are you up to?”

“What do you mean?”

“…Not wearing them or the color?”

“To put it simply, it’s… a hobby, I guess.”

++A hobby, huh. In other words, she’s just teasing me for fun.++ I knew that from the start, but that wasn’t the issue.

“Why me?”

I couldn’t recall doing anything to make Saotome take an interest in me. But when she kept doing this day after day… I couldn’t help but think, “Does she have feelings for me?”

“You don’t seem like the type to spread rumors.”

“Aren’t you worried that I’d get the wrong idea and make a move? We’re alone right now.”

“Oh? Are you planning to attack me?”

“…No, I wouldn’t do that.”

“See?”

Saotome chuckled softly. As a matter of principle, I would never do such a thing… but having my thoughts read like this was irritating.

“To be honest, it’s troublesome. Please stop. It’s unpleasant.”

“That’s a lie.”

“Why do you think so? Do you think I’d be happy being sexually harassed by a girl I’m not interested in?”

“You were looking at me with lecherous eyes. You have some nerve saying that.”

++Glup.++

“I wasn’t doing that.”

“Oh, really? Maybe I misunderstood then. If so, that’s fine.”

Saotome laughed, seeming to enjoy herself. ++This girl…++

I tried to argue back, but I couldn’t find the right words. Seeing me like that, Saotome chucked amusedly, then clapped her hands.

“Alright, that’s enough chit-chat… Let’s finish our work.”

“Before that, can I ask one thing?”

“What is it?”

“Are you really not wearing them?”

I desperately wanted to outsmart this sly saint. My mind was consumed with that thought.

“Oh, you’re still curious? Well, who knows?”

“I see. Then it must be a lie.” 

“…Huh?”

Saotome furrowed her brows. Her previously composed demeanor began to crumble. I couldn’t help but smirk internally.

“How did you come to that conclusion?”

“I don’t think you have the guts.”

Honestly, I did believe she wasn’t wearing anything. Before, she had put her panties in her pocket (meaning she wasn’t wearing them). If she did it once, she’d probably do it again.

“And the fact that you can’t say for sure is suspicious. You’re actually wearing them properly, aren’t you?”

“…Ugh.”

Saotome twisted her lips in frustration and her eyes darted around. She was probably looking for a rebuttal. After a while, she glared at me.

“…It’s true. I’m not wearing any. Are you satisfied now?”

Saotome said with slightly flushed cheeks, glaring at me. I was surprised that she clearly stated what she had been vague about until now. Satisfied with my surprised reaction, Saotome slightly relaxed her mouth.

“So, where’s the proof?”

“…Huh?”

“Where’s your proof? You don’t have any, do you? The color was a lie too, wasn’t it? There’s no way for me to verify it.”

Unless she lifted her skirt and showed me. And Saotome, the saint, wouldn’t—couldn’t—go that far. There was no way for her to prove she wasn’t wearing them.

“Grr…”

It seems there’s nothing she could do about this. Saotome twisted her expression in frustration and just glared at me, unable to say anything back. 

++Looks like I’ve won.++

“I’m not denying that I’m curious, but it’s probably a lie anyway.”

“Oh, really? If you’re so sure, then…”

Saotome pinched her skirt.

“Do you… want to check?”

She said with a bright red face.

++…Huh?++

“W-What are you saying?”

“You’re the one who asked for proof, right?”

“Well, yes, but…”

“Just for a second. I’ll show you proof.”

Saotome slowly lifted her skirt. Her healthy, pale thighs began to reveal themselves. The hem of her skirt approached the forbidden zone…

“…!”

I quickly turned my head away. Before I knew it, my heart was pounding loudly.

When I made up my mind and looked back…

“You’re the one who didn’t look.”

There was Saotome with a triumphant expression. Her skirt length was back to its usual position.

“Or are you still going to claim you don’t believe me? Even though you were the one who looked away.”

“…I’m not that stubborn.”

If she truly wasn’t wearing anything, she wouldn’t have lifted her skirt. Was she really not wearing anything? Or was she? If anything, my doubts have only deepened.

But that too iwass probably part of Saotome’s plan.

++Damn, I should have kept looking… I could have seen something good.++

“Well then… I’ll be counting on you from now on, Himuro-kun.”

“…Do whatever you want.”

And so, I ended up getting involved with this saintly devil, or rather, this lewd lady with an exhibitionist streak.

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