Vol 4. Chapter 151: Erotic Lingerie

"Um... Do you have any clothes, Sister Yumo?"

The silver-haired girl asked somewhat anxiously.

In response, Yumo pursed her delicate, cherry-pink lips thoughtfully.

"Hmm... Well..."

Originally, thanks to Saiboke's thoughtful preparations, the guest rooms had been stocked with men's and women's clothing in various sizes, specifically to accommodate unexpected visitors.

However, now that almost every room had suffered devastating damage, those clothes had inevitably been torn to shreds as well.

In this enormous apartment, the only clothes still wearable were probably the ones in her own bedroom.

Thinking this, Miss Yumo thoughtfully shifted her gaze toward the rather impressive wardrobe beside her.

Then, the girl sighed somewhat helplessly.

"All right, I understand. In that case... you can just wear my clothes."

"Huh? Wear Sister Yumo's clothes?"

"Yes. You're not much different from me in height anyway, so you should be able to wear them."

"Mhm!! Thank you, Sister Yumo!"

"..."

...

Several minutes later...

Sitting on the sofa, Miss Yumo watched the silver-haired girl not far away with rather complicated feelings.

After receiving Yumo's permission, the breathtakingly beautiful silver-haired girl was now half-kneeling on the floor, supporting herself with one hand while leaning her upper body and reaching her right arm into the wardrobe to search through its contents.

After Yumo couldn't resist helping her dry herself properly, Mengxi had put on a rather oversized white shirt.

As for why there happened to be an unworn white shirt in her apartment, Yumo had no idea.

At least...

After putting on the white shirt, which was large enough to serve as a dress, Mengxi's blood-stirring naked body was finally concealed.

Furthermore, the moisture and heat lingering around Mengxi's body had already dissipated, allowing the restless feelings in Yumo's heart to gradually subside.

This made Yumo breathe a sigh of relief.

However...

Yumo was beginning to question her decision again.

She didn't know whether it was just her imagination...

But Mengxi, dressed in that white shirt, somehow seemed even more seductive and deliciously tempting than when she had been wrapped in a bath towel.

Even more than when she had been wearing nothing at all...

"Enmm..."

At this very moment...

The girl's silver-white hair, long enough to reach her hips, spilled across the floor.

To make searching through the wardrobe easier, Mengxi had rolled the short sleeves of her white shirt up to her snow-white shoulders, exposing even more of the fair skin on her upper arms.

Her smooth, tender thighs rested against her beautifully curved calves, while her completely bare, snow-white feet pressed directly against the cold obsidian floor.

The chill made the silver-haired girl's pink toes curl tightly, creating an irresistible urge to gather those adorable little feet into one's lap and lovingly cherish them...

Someone with even more advanced tastes might want to take one of those feet directly into their mouth to cherish it...

The two ample mounds straining against her white shirt were equally alluring, swaying from side to side in a thoroughly mesmerizing fashion.

But what truly made one's blood boil was the fact that, because of her half-squatting, half-kneeling posture, the lower hem of her shirt, which was already practically a miniskirt, kept rising and falling with the beautiful girl's movements.

The tempting glimpses beneath her makeshift skirt appeared and disappeared, making the sight particularly seductive...

After all, Mengxi currently wasn't wearing anything underneath her 'skirt'...

Watching this scene, Yumo couldn't help taking several deep breaths to calm her increasingly agitated heart.

At this moment, Miss Yumo finally understood why those old perverts back on Blue Star in her previous life were always saying that the hazy temptation of something only partially revealed was even more eye-catching and erotic than a completely naked body...

Even Miss Yumo, who was intimately familiar with Mengxi's body, couldn't help feeling that she was beginning to lose control of herself.

In order to steady her emotions...

Miss Yumo, her pretty face slightly flushed, hurriedly turned her head away and began reading the reports submitted by her students today with an extremely serious expression.

Apparently, she was hoping to distract herself by working.

"Enmm... Work, work. Focus on work... Don't think about anything unnecessary."

However...

Just as Yumo was desperately trying to reassure herself, Mengxi's clear, melodious voice, as pleasant as a gently flowing stream, slowly entered her ears.

"Um... Sister Yumo?"

Mengxi's voice was as beautiful as ever.

However, despite its pleasant sound, there seemed to be a trace of hesitation in her words this time, as though she had something difficult to bring up.

Detecting the change in Mengxi's mood, Yumo furrowed her brows, put down the report in her hands, and turned toward the silver-haired girl.

"Wh-What's wrong?"

And then...

Miss Yumo instantly understood why Mengxi was finding it so difficult to speak.

Because at this moment...

Miss Mengxi was slowly raising both hands in front of her chest.

And what she was displaying before Yumo was an exquisite pair of pink-and-white lace panties.

However, these were no ordinary panties.

The amount of fabric used in this pair of women's underwear was pitifully small, to the point that it could hardly serve the basic purpose of concealing and protecting a maiden's most intimate area.

In fact...

These panties... even had strategically placed openings...

They were underwear, all right...

But they weren't ordinary underwear.

They were the legendary erotic lingerie...

"..."

The instant she saw that piece of lingerie, Miss Yumo held her breath.

Her pupils suddenly contracted, and she stood completely frozen in place, staring helplessly at the outrageously provocative garment with its pitifully small amount of fabric.

Meanwhile, Miss Mengxi tilted her head slightly, and the corners of her mouth curved upward into a somewhat playful smile.

"Are these... Sister Yumo's panties?"

"..."

"Well... I never imagined that Sister Yumo would actually dare to wear underwear like this. How... bold of you~ Enmm... Sister Yumo?... You're not wearing this kind of underwear right now too, are you?"

The little devil within Mengxi's heart seemed to have awakened at that very moment.

The girl narrowed her eyes and, with a mischievous look, fixed her gaze directly on the area beneath Miss Yumo's skirt.

Then, an expression of gradual realization appeared on her face...

"Oh~ No wonder Sister Yumo didn't want to bathe together with me earlier~"

"N-No... That's not it..."

As Mengxi's teasing words continued reaching her ears...

Yumo's heart nearly leaped out of her chest, and an overwhelming sense of embarrassment completely conquered the girl's mind.

That indescribable shame rampaged through the narrow space between her temples, as though it were determined to tear her body apart.

Under the force of this emotional assault...

The blush on Miss Yumo's face grew increasingly intense and gradually spread across her entire delicate body.

It was as though a sweet, tender warmth were radiating from her skin, spreading from the roots of her ears down her neck, along her spine, and all the way to her heels.

An overwhelming sense of embarrassment filled every inch of Yumo's body.

After standing there stunned for several seconds, Yumo suddenly sprang up from the sofa.

Frantically shaking her head and waving her hands, she anxiously denied Mengxi's words.

"N-No, that's not it! I'm not wearing any!"

"N-Not wearing any?! Sister Yumo, you're going commando too?! How bold?! So Sister Yumo normally goes around the house in a no-panties state?!"

"No! That's not what I meant! Don't let your imagination run wild! What I'm saying is that I'm wearing normal underwear, not this kind of erotic lingerie! If you don't believe me, I'll just show you!"

With that...

Having completely lost her composure, Yumo grabbed the hem of her skirt and abruptly pulled it upward.

However...

When she had lifted it halfway, Yumo suddenly seemed to regain her senses.

Huh?

Realizing that she was doing something incredibly stupid, Miss Yumo hurriedly smacked herself hard on the head.

Then, under Mengxi's somewhat disappointed gaze, she lowered her skirt again.

No matter how you looked at it, simply lifting your skirt to show someone your panties was far too perverted, wasn't it?!

Seriously, what the hell am I thinking?!

Calm down, Yumo!

...

After reassuring herself inwardly and taking a couple of deep breaths, the redness on Yumo's face finally subsided a little.

"Anyway... all you need to know is that I'm not wearing this kind of underwear! The only reason I didn't bathe with you is that I'd already taken a bath! And those clothes you're holding? I've never worn them before!"

"Never worn them? Then why... do you have clothes like these?"

As she spoke...

Mengxi turned her head and glanced back into the wardrobe with a rather puzzled expression.

The dazzling assortment of lingerie inside made even Mengxi's pretty face turn slightly red.

"And there's so much of it... Not just the ones with openings, but thongs, frilly erotic lingerie, string underwear, deep-V camisoles... There are even transparent ones... Um, Sister Yumo, are all of these... yours? Sister, you actually buy clothes like these?"

"N-No! That's not it!"

Yumo hurriedly shook her head in denial.

If she really owned clothes like these, even if she had never worn them, Mengxi would undoubtedly regard her as a hentai or some sexually frustrated older sister!

The dependable and trustworthy image she had worked so hard to establish would probably collapse right then and there!

And if that happened, all her lectures about how Mengxi shouldn't do naughty things would probably lose every last bit of credibility...

More importantly, how am I supposed to face this girl ever again?!

Aaaaaaaaaaaaah!!!

Yumo was overcome with anxiety.

And amid that anxiety, a faint murderous glint gradually emerged in the girl's crimson eyes.

Saiboke!

You damn old man!

Why the hell would you prepare clothes like these?!

Are you trying to get me killed?!

Aaaaaaaaaaaaah!!!

At that moment...

Yumo felt an overwhelming urge to pull out a feather duster.