If there was ever a chance to obtain Aizono Momo's panties, he'd have successfully collected the underwear of all three Literature Club girls… would that unlock some strange achievement?
But Momo was such a shy girl; she probably wouldn't be as bold as the other two. Besides, today's incident had been purely accidental.
Knowing Shiroi Shiori's personality, if it hadn't been for her having already stripped and simply forgotten to put them back on, she would never have thrown her underwear at him. Getting this souvenir was just lucky.
The only person he knew who'd casually hand over panties every time they met was Class Rep—but Class Rep was different; her sense of values was uniquely skewed.
But after hearing how Class Rep's mother raised her, Kuroba Akira finally understood why she'd turned out this way.
That distorted worldview was a form of rebellion against her family. She loathed accepting anything provided by her parents, so she constantly searched for her worth within herself.
At its core, it was a fierce desire to prove her own value.
Perhaps only after receiving recognition from her parents would Class Rep unravel that knot in her heart and return to normal…
Speaking of which, that would make for a pretty interesting plot. Akira thought he might just include it in his future writing as he stood holding Shiori's panties.
On the other side, Shiori suppressed her embarrassment and dramatically pointed at Akira, delivering lines like a villainess:
"Akira-kun! Wash those panties clean and wait for me! I'll defeat you sooner or later!"
"Heh..."
Akira casually spun the panties on his finger and responded with a smirk:
"I'll be sure to wash them carefully and wait for you to reclaim them."
Then, waving nonchalantly over his shoulder, he coolly left her room.
It seemed Shiroi Shiori wasn't just a cold, aloof literary girl after all—she also had an interesting soul.
After Akira left, Shiori felt all the strength in her body drain away, collapsing limply onto her bed.
So many things had happened today—and none ended how she'd imagined.
Recalling each embarrassing scene from today, she rolled back and forth on her bed, twisting in shame.
So humiliating! So humiliating! So humiliating!
If he ever told anyone about what happened, she probably wouldn't dare show her face at school again!
But she quickly comforted herself—Akira wasn't the type to spread gossip.
He'd probably protect her reputation and keep today's incident secret…
After all, he'd waited this long to peacefully settle things; otherwise, he could've easily slapped the publishing contract in her face earlier.
Actually, if she hadn't stubbornly insisted on honoring their bet, she wouldn't have needed to strip at all…
But it was good that she had stripped—no, it was precisely because she stripped!
Now she wouldn't feel ashamed facing him anymore.
Akira hadn't become her nightmare—instead, he'd become her mentor and confidant.
It felt like those adventure novels, where bitter enemies end up as best friends.
Instead of becoming a trauma, today's incident propelled her writing skills forward significantly… Stripping had truly paid off!
If stripping in front of him always brought benefits like today, Shiori would gladly do it again.
As she'd thought earlier: He'd already seen everything, anyway.
And once he'd seen, he'd have no choice but to silently accept it. It would remain their little shared secret forever…
"Hehe…"
Without realizing it, Shiori giggled quietly.
She felt strangely happy.
What should've been a shameful event had left her feeling so joyful—it was practically like a dream…
Thinking carefully, today's happenings, this sort of extraordinary daily life… it had the exact feeling of a novel!
Inspiration! Right now, I feel like I could write something truly interesting!
So this was what she'd been missing. Simply immersing herself in books wasn't enough. Compared to Akira, she lacked real-life experience.
As they say: Reading ten thousand books isn't as valuable as walking ten thousand miles, and walking ten thousand miles isn't as valuable as encountering countless people…
As long as she continued interacting with Akira, her storytelling and characterization would undoubtedly improve.
And… come to think of it, he'd been lying right here earlier…
Shiori inhaled deeply, savoring the unfamiliar scent lingering in her room. That earlier urge to pee had now transformed into restless desire.
Though still unsure if her feelings toward him were romantic, her body unquestionably reacted to his masculine scent.
Unable to suppress her instinctive urges, Shiori slowly removed her clothes again, one piece at a time, until completely naked once more. Then she picked up her discarded white silk gloves and slid them back onto her hands.
A bit of friction feels better…
Shiori wasn't as pure as she appeared. Having read countless explicit scenes in novels, she had plenty of knowledge about erotic activities.
Though she lacked any real experience, at least when it came to "self-sufficiency," she was far from a beginner.
Usually, she'd handle things secretly, as if committing a crime, always left feeling guilty afterward…
But today, she felt it'd be unfair to her body not to indulge herself.
After being completely naked, she felt no shame—rather, it felt refreshingly bold and honest.
Lying facedown on the bed, raising her hips slightly, her silk-gloved hand slid gently downward along her thigh… soft moans soon began echoing quietly around her room.
After a long while, her tense body finally relaxed. Removing the white silk gloves, now stained and used as makeshift tissues, she casually tossed them aside.
Having thoroughly enjoyed a moment of mind-numbing pleasure, utterly exhausted, Shiori closed her eyes and immediately fell into a deep sleep.
For the first time after twenty-one sleepless nights, Shiori finally slept soundly.
...
The next morning, waking up refreshed, she immediately discovered a huge dark stain spreading across her sheets and blankets.
Because she'd had such a wonderful conversation with Akira, she'd completely forgotten she'd been holding it in the entire time and neglected to go to the bathroom before bed. And the result was…
She'd thoroughly wet the bed.
...
It was already nine o'clock when Akira returned to Kobayashi House.
As soon as he opened the door, he saw Shion waiting by the entryway. She wore her usual gentle smile, but the aura surrounding her felt slightly darker than usual.
"Akira-kun… you came back rather late today."
"Oh, I went to hang out at a friend's house," Akira replied casually, taking off his shoes as he stepped inside. He quickly noticed a plate of food covered in plastic wrap on the table.
And most importantly—it wasn't curry!
"You saved dinner for me? And it's ham-and-egg fried rice? Kobayashi-obaasan didn't make this, did she?"
"Yes. Benika-san bought the ingredients today and made fried rice. I learned how to make it as well."
"Nice! Benika-san is the best!"
Akira was already starving, and faced with a familiar, comforting dish from home, he happily sat down, ready to dig in.
As Akira eagerly began enjoying the fried rice, Shion silently stepped behind him, bending slightly closer to his neck. Carefully, she inhaled deeply, concentrating on the scent lingering around him.
…The scent of an unfamiliar girl.