As I walked down the corridor to Yuika’s room, I re-disciplined myself.

I’m not going to press for a kiss today. I’ll try not to get into an erotic mood.
I’m not proud of it, but I’m a man of ethics and morality incarnate.
I’m proud to have held the line as a childhood friend for so long.

“Okay, I’m good. No problem. What awaits me after this is a peaceful life as usual. … Yuika, I’m here!”

I opened the door after I reaffirmed my innocence and integrity.

“… Eh!? S-Souta!?”

Yuika was not wearing pajamas.
But she wasn’t wearing a maid’s outfit. It was not a miko costume. It’s not a one-piece dress or overalls. She’s in… her underwear.

The floor was littered with clothes of all kinds, and in the middle of it all, Yuika stood in a state of undress.
The type of underwear was a black lace that we had seen together on a mail-order site some time ago.

A finely embroidered bra wrapped around her F-cup bre*sts.

As I followed the bountiful fruit-like swellings with my eyes, her collarbone naturally came into view, and I found its smoothness endearing. I think I finally understood why Yuika wanted to lick my collarbone.
[TLN: Ch. 10]

Underneath the bra was a cute belly button and a tightly curving waist. I’ve always thought she was thin and slender, but now that I’ve seen it, her waist is really thin, and the contrast with her F-cup is amazing.

The shorts had the same detailed embroidery as the bra, but with a small ribbon in the middle. It was a wonderful way to add a little femininity to the adult look.
[TLN: Not panties how disappointing.]

Her healthy thighs stretched out from her shorts. They were as thin as an antelope, but not unhealthy, and I was fascinated by the sacred area at the top of her legs that I never normally see.

Yuika is fair by nature. Her skin is as beautiful as snow even though she is a recluse. The choice of black underwear was the best. The contrast of black and white was very dazzling.

“… Souta. You’re staring at me like I’m on a plate.”
“Huh!?”

She pointed it out while shaking and I came to my senses.
Before I knew it, Yuika had picked up her clothes from the floor and was covering herself. Her face was bright red and her eyes were teary.

… I’ve done it. I can’t help but feel guilty.

In the next moment, several pieces of clothing flew off.

“Souta no ecchi! Baka!”
“Whoa! W-wait! Yuika, this was an accident. It was force majeure. I demand an apology and time for an explanation!”
“It was an accident that you saw me, but you’re guilty when you kept staring! You have no right to an explanation!”

“Well, let me express my gratitude. I was too embarrassed to tell you when we looked at the shopping site together, but I thought the lace was a very great choice! I would like to express my deepest gratitude to Yuika for her understanding—”
“Just get out of here!”

At last, the laptop on the glass table was grabbed, and I peeled my eyes open.

“Whoaaa!? No laptop! That’s not a projectile! All right, I’m out! I’ll get out of here!”

I rushed out of the room and closed the door with a slam.

The door was slammed shut. I knew that if the laptop flew at me, I would be fatally injured. Breathing unsteadily, I deflated.

I didn’t even know that such a templated “bumping into each other while changing clothes” scenario could happen…

Sighing, I noticed that something smelled good.
I looked over and saw that the clothes that Yuika had thrown were caught on my head and shoulders. They were also scattered on the floor of the hallway. It looked like a fire burglar or a pervert who had stolen something.
I blurted out as I grabbed the skirt of the maid outfit that was on my head.

“… This is another good outfit she can’t show the world.”

Then, suddenly, the door to Iori’s room opened.

“—! I-Iori!?”

 

Our eyes met.

 

He was rapt.

 

He gave me a tearful smile.

 

The door closed at the speed of sound.

 

The moment I heard the slamming sound, I screamed.

“Wait a minute, Iori! You misunderstood! You’re making a terrible mistake right now! Listen, listen to me!”

My voice echoed throughout the corridor, carrying my sorrow and grief.
But there was no reply from Iori. I clutched my head in a sea of clothes.