V4: Chapter 28: The Hardcore Otaku and the Person in Question? (Part 2)

Chapter 28: The Hardcore Otaku and the Person in Question? (Part 2)

I glanced at Amane-chan, who was sleeping peacefully unconscious, then sat down in my chair and thought.

This situation... what should I do?

We haven't decided what to do in her room, nor where to go afterward. Well, at least she lost consciousness in her own room, which is a small consolation.

Anyway, there was one thing I absolutely wanted to do, so I headed to the shelf. My cute figure, though unofficial, was quite well-made. And when I picked it up...

"...White, huh."

Well, it's pretty standard, isn't it? After all, the image of purity is associated with white, and it's actually accurate. I float during battles, so I wonder if someone has seen my panties. It's not like I lose anything even if someone sees it.

No, it's only natural to want to see it if you can.

Amane-chan must have done it at least once.

It's bad taste, but rummaging through someone's room is fun.

Of course, there are magazines, but with my level of popularity, even collaboration PCs are being released. Even though I had absolutely no connection to PCs. There are not only badges and such, but also smartphone cases. Well, I'm the top of the cute and strong Magical Girls who appeared dramatically when the world was on the brink of destruction.

It's no wonder I'm popular.

"This is good enough, this is good."

Of course, not all the merchandise has my face printed on it. In fact, wouldn't being in a room like that drive you crazy, no matter how much you like it? There's a lot of merchandise with patterns that resemble my costume, or mugs printed with my wand (which I don't usually use, mainly for promotional photos).

I poke her cheek, but Amane-chan still hasn't woken up. I'm getting tired of rummaging through her room.

No, there was one place I hadn't looked.  

Driven by curiosity, I opened the closet door…

"Huh?!"

…Our eyes met.

My eyes met with my own photograph.

No matter where I looked in the room, my eyes met with my photograph.

That was only natural, since my face was plastered everywhere—on the walls, the floor, the ceiling… everywhere. This room was filled with the culmination of an almost obsessive obsession. Even my cute face, when lined up like this, was unsettling.

And naturally, my eyes were drawn to the center of the closet... the only place without my face.

There, on a wooden shelf, as if worshipping something, was a framed photograph of my face.

And... a pure white cloth.

Was I mistaken? No, that couldn't be.

What was there was undoubtedly the pair of panties I'd lost that day.

I was so taken aback by what had happened that I neglected to be vigilant of my surroundings.

I didn't notice the shadow creeping up behind me──────

★

──────I wasn't attacked, though.

Of course, Amane-chan, my biggest fan, wouldn't lay a hand on me. However, a hellish situation unfolded before me where perhaps it would have been easier if I had fainted.

"I... I'll die... please kill me...!"

"N-no...I was just surprised, so please lift your head?"

She remained motionless, still kneeling.

My dreamy, heavenly feeling suddenly vanished. Realizing that I, her idol, had seen her making something like that, her face turned pale in an instant.

"Aaaaaahhh, I'm sorry for being alive..."

I don't really mind, personally... but it seems she doesn't feel the same way. In fact, the fact that she likes me that much... isn't that kind of cute? Or maybe not? Hmmm...

"I thought they were gone, I remembered them being taken off..."

"I-I was just tempted... it was a spur-of-the-moment thing...!"

Don't worry, nobody thinks it was a planned crime. I mean, what kind of plan is it to steal your favorite idol's underwear? What kind of plan could you even come up with?

"This has been washed, right?"

"....Why would it need to be washed?"

"......"

"I'll pay any price, I'll pay anything, please, just spare this one...!"

"You... you want it that badly?"

"Y-yes... I'll do anything...!"

"Hmm, really? I see, is that so...?"

When someone begs so desperately, it almost feels a little cruel to take it away.

However, as someone who usually buys underwear in sets, it bothers me terribly when one is missing. Even though I have two sets, having one pair of panties and two bras is quite unbalanced.

"Well? If you want it that badly, I wouldn't mind giving it to you, would I?"

"Really?! Yay! It's officially approved!"

"Amane, you're being too loud."

"Oh, Mom. I'm sorry..."

Seeing her so happy that her mother came to see what was going on because she was so loud, I felt a little embarrassed, but also incredibly happy. Maybe I'm the type to dote on someone once we start dating.

"If you want it that badly... do you want the top too?"

"Huh...?!"

If you don't like the imbalance, just throw it away.

If you're going to throw it away anyway, just give it to someone who wants it.

Therefore, this is rational, extremely rational thinking.

"It's weird to have two bras, and the one I'm wearing now... it's the same one from that day."

"Is that okay?! I... I want it... please!"

What are you talking about? I don't need it, so of course it's okay. It's fine, isn't it?

"Okay, I'll take it off then. Can you turn around?"

"Y-yes...!"

In stark contrast to before, the only sound in the now silent room was the rustling of fabric.

What am I even doing?

My heart is pounding loudly, even though I'm just changing. I slip off 'it,' which still retains some body heat, and place it on the table.

"You can look at me now, you know?"

I've just realized that there's a huge difference between someone taking it without permission and me giving it to them myself.

If Amane-chan were to develop impure thoughts, I wonder if it would be used for something like that. 

If this were posted on social media or a message board, everyone would look at it that way.

Then, then...

Just imagining it makes me feel strange.

Her behavior, reaching out and then pulling back her hand to 'it,' which was still warm, was quite strange... she looked like nothing more than a suspicious underwear thief.

How could she act so suspiciously at her age?

"What are you doing?"

"Oh, I'm just trying to gauge the right distance from my favorite idol..."

...It seems I don't need to worry about that. Her usual extreme otaku behavior somehow disarmed me... I don't know why, but I feel relieved.

"But... I still feel uneasy without it, don't I?"

"Oh, if mine is okay, please use it!"

"I doubt it'll fit..."

It might fit if it's a Squire, but I'm not that short or small. Wouldn't it be a problem if I actually went and wear it?

"You've done so much for me, what can I possibly give in return..."

"It's fine, since it's a present anyway. Just think of it as fan service."

I know it's crazy to give my underwear as a present, but when I think about it, she's even going to display it, so I guess it's okay.

"Oh, that's right... In that case, how about we go for a walk!?"

"Sure, but... why would a walk be a return gift?"

"Well, that's fine then, let's go, right now!"

The reason why a walk would be a return gift to me... Is there something she wants to show me?

No, that's not it. What could it be, or rather, could it be...?

"Right now...? What, in this state?"

"That's right?"

Now I understand.

Of all things, she wants to go out, with me in this state.

"Amane will hold your hand, so let's go, Shizuku-onee-san♡"

★

Two girls walk along the concrete of a residential area under the dazzling sun.

Today, I'm wearing a pure white dress that exposes my shoulders, and I'm terribly worried about it being see-through. The girl standing here isn't a Magical Girl Satellite with perception-altering abilities, but an ordinary middle school student... no, just a middle school student who happens to be pretty.

"Hey, it's dangerous to look down, Shizuku-oneesan ♡ Look up, okay?"

"Y-yes..."

Whether it's the scorching sun or cold sweat, I don't know... but sweat is slowly seeping out. That's the worst thing... but it's not something I can stop even if I want to.

Amane-chan's little brat switch has been completely turned on without me realizing it.

This must be her way of repaying my kindness. If so, she understands me all too well. Even though I understand this situation is bad, my body is enjoying it ♡

"W-where are we going?"

"Hmm, where would you like to go?"

I couldn't help but be conscious of the stares of people passing by. It was Saturday morning, so there were a lot of people, but if they noticed... would they point it out? Or would they gossip about me later? Or would they lead me into an alley and then...?　

"Don't cover yourself with your hands ♡ Let's hold hands with Amane?"

"Ah, uh..."

So embarrassing, so embarrassing, so embarrassing...!

Not only my outfit, but the fact that I was being manipulated by a younger child was making me even more embarrassed.

Me, so cute, being at the mercy of such a small child... walking around town dressed like a slut...

"Okay, we're here ♡"

"A-a park...!?"　

Of all places, she led me to a large, crowded park. The park was bustling with families, and naturally, the risk of being recognized increased with the number of people.

And since I'm a pretty girl, I naturally stood out. I never imagined my cuteness would be a hindrance in this way.

"The slide is good, but the swings are good too, right?"

"I'm too old for that now..."

"No way, let's play together?"

As I walked around the playground equipment, surrounded by children, I became increasingly conscious of the sweat. The sweat trickled down my forehead and down my neck, wetting my pure white dress. That's when it happened.

"Oh, it's Amane-chan!"

"Na-Na-Nano-chan is at the park too...?"

Some other problem had arisen. Of course, it's easy to run into someone you know near your house. 

What should I do? This is incredibly awkward.

But I'm sure Amane-chan is even more awkward than I am. After all, she's acting like a little brat right now. 　

"Oh, oh dear..."

"Are you Amane-chan's friend?"

"Oh, yes, I am."　

The friend's gaze turned to me. Being stared at like this, I felt like I was going crazy. The little girl stared at me intently, her eyes searching for something.　

"Huh...?"　

Please....　

"Onee-san..."

Please....

"Could it be... you..."　　

Don't let her find out---　

"....."

"....."

"You're incredibly beautiful!"

"---R-Really!? I'm so happy to hear that!?"　

Thank goodness, it seems she didn't find out!

My heart was pounding, aching so much it felt like it would burst.

"I have to go now. Amane-chan, see you at school!"

"Uh, yeah... Amane's looking forward to it too ♡"

"...Huh? Well, see you then?"

I watched Amane-chan's friend retreating figure, and the moment she was out of sight, I slumped to the ground, exhausted. When she stared at me, I thought it was all over.

"I, I thought it was over... ♡"

My legs were weak, and I couldn't stand up properly. My dress was thoroughly soaked with sweat, and my skin was starting to show through──

"Here, a towel ♡"

"Y-yes... thank you..."

Just in the nick of time, she put the towel she had apparently brought over over me. When she patted my back, the relief made me relax, and the tension in my legs broke, leaving me powerless.

Her lips curved seductively, twitching near my ear.

"My Mom and Dad won't be home this afternoon, so... ♡"

"That's... no, surely not..."

"You were so patient! ♡ I'll give you a little pampering as a reward! ♡"

I couldn't muster the strength to stand up on my own... I was helped along by her shoulder as we started walking. Of course, we were heading towards Amane's house, where no one was around.

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I'll leave what happened next to your imagination.

If I had to say one thing, it's that this blank space was... too small to describe what happened afterward.