Kuroba Akira couldn't shake the strange feeling of being a husband suspected of cheating… even though there was absolutely nothing for him to feel guilty about.
Maybe it was just that the class rep's expression was so serious right now—it pressed down on him like an invisible weight. And so, the lie slipped out before he even thought about it.
"Oh, right—I remember now. Yesterday I did use a new body wash. Maybe I used the wrong one by mistake."
"Oh… Let's just say that's what happened, then."
Anri Hitomi let go of his shoulder, and Akira exhaled in relief.
There, that should be enough for her to finally go back, right?
Except… she didn't. Instead, she sat down right on the bed, using her hips to push his shoulder aside—nearly shoving him right off the mattress.
Akira sat up with a helpless look, glancing back at her sitting at the head of the bed.
"Class Rep… are you going to let me get any sleep or not?"
"I am trying to help you sleep well. I'm just getting the pillow ready."
"…Getting the pillow ready?"
Smiling, the class rep slipped off her indoor shoes, drew her legs up, and climbed all the way onto the bed in a kneeling position. Then she lifted her skirt just enough to bare her white thighs without crossing into indecency, and finally patted the tops of them.
"That's right. Go ahead and rest here."
"…"
A lap pillow.
A beautiful girl's lap pillow.
And not through fabric either—this was the purist's version, head resting right on bare thighs.
But Akira didn't bite right away—instead, he narrowed his eyes suspiciously.
"What's the price for this service?"
Does the class rep want something from me again? What trouble is she dragging me into this time?
Anri Hitomi smoothed the extra fabric of her skirt down behind her and chuckled.
"Really, Kuroba-kun, you're far too suspicious. No price—this is just an extra perk between friends. A little service bonus."
"Oh… So being friends with the Class Rep comes with benefits like this?"
"That's right. I used to give Shiori and Momo lap pillows all the time. They both said resting on my thighs gave them the best naps. That's proof my thighs have an excellent reputation—much better than the lumpy, cotton-starved pillow in the nurse's office."
"…Fair enough."
And it was true—hospital ward and nurse's office pillows were always pathetically thin. You usually needed two just to avoid waking up with a crick in your neck, and even then, "comfortable" wasn't the word for it.
Since she'd gone and prepared such a perfect "pillow" for him, Akira decided not to hold back—he lay down.
The back of his head fit neatly into the gap between her thighs, the flesh on both sides cradling his skull. The incline was just right—enough to keep his neck comfortable.
Ah… yeah, this is good. Thighs really are better… I was only blinded by the big "rei-rei" before. From now on I'll—
…Actually, better not make promises I can't keep.
Akira closed his eyes. He was exhausted.
But the class rep wasn't about to let him drift off just yet.
"So why did you stay up so late last night, Kuroba-kun?"
"Mm… I was working on the light novel I'm planning to submit. Since I made that bet with Shirai, I've gotta at least put in some effort…"
"I see. So you do want to strip Shiori. Kuroba-kun, you're such a pervert."
"Uh… that's not the main goal… I just can't stand that stuck-up look on her face."
"Kuroba-kun, don't bully Shiori too much."
"Me bullying her? I'm just glad she hasn't tried to kick me out of the literature club yet. She looks like she's itching to."
"She's so hostile toward you… honestly, it's probably because of me. I think she suspects you 'won me over,' and that because I like you, I go along with whatever you say. So she gets angry and ends up saying rude things."
So the class rep was aware. With her knack for reading people, of course she'd understand what her own club members were thinking.
But… then why hadn't she stepped in to smooth things over?
"Well, Shiori's not entirely wrong. I do like you, Kuroba-kun. But it's as a friend. You feel the same, right? Otherwise you wouldn't have accepted my panties."
"…Class Rep, even the closest friends don't usually give each other underwear they've worn."
"And yet you accepted them, only to say this now?"
"…"
Akira had no excuse. He'd accepted them partly because he agreed with her whole "leverage" theory… but also because there was a sliver of impure motive in there.
After all, they were genuine worn panties—given to him directly, not stolen or bought through shady means. What man could refuse that?
"This might sound self-justifying, but… I'll probably never do something like that again. It was a once-in-a-lifetime thing—throwing away all my shame, putting everything into that action."
Anri Hitomi was still a girl—of course she'd felt shy. She'd sat in the bathroom agonizing for ages before making up her mind.
"It's because it was you, Kuroba-kun. I wanted to give you something that could truly prove my value to you. Nothing else would do."
"Well… there is something else."
"You mean money. Kuroba-kun, you're such a lecher and greedy too."
"That's just who I am…"
"If I were earning my own money already, then sure—just giving you cash would've been better. You'd have been happier than with my underwear. But I'm not financially independent yet. If I used my parents' money, it wouldn't be a contract between you and me—it'd be a contract between the Anri family and Kuroba-kun. That, I can't accept."
"…You're really clear about your boundaries. Impressive."
It was the same as Shiginomiya refusing to spend her stepfather's money—it came down to principle. That strong self-respect was something they both shared.
An independent woman started with financial independence—only then could her thinking truly be her own.
"So… Kuroba-kun, have you used them since you took them home?"
Ha. I didn't—but Shiginomiya did, and in the most proper way possible.
Yesterday, after buying new underwear, the class rep's panties had been washed… which meant the "original flavor" was gone. The divine enchantment stripped away, now just an ordinary piece of defensive gear.
"Relax. They've been washed and stored safely."
"What a pity."
I never washed the handkerchief, though… Anri Hitomi kept that thought to herself.
"…A pity?"
"Washing them means you must've thought I was dirty. From a hygiene standpoint, sure—fabric that's been in contact with the urinary tract does give that 'dirty' impression. But from what I understand, men can find a strange sort of allure in the 'slightly dirty parts,' which then fuels sexual fantasies."
Wow… you've got men figured out, huh? Completely stripping away the mystery of a teenage boy's dirty daydreams.
"So even if you'd licked them, I wouldn't look down on you. I'd take it as proof you're healthy."
"I did not wash them because I licked them…"
"Then that means you don't see me as a woman. That's a little hurtful, you know."
"I just… didn't want to do anything that would betray you, Class Rep."
…Though mostly, Shiginomiya had gotten to them first, and by then, it was too late for him to enjoy them anyway.
A shame, really—he hadn't even gotten to fully savor the scent.
Ah well. Once missed, some things were better left alone. Trying them might've been the first step toward corruption.
"Mm… But as a friend, that makes me feel relieved—knowing you value your friends' belongings."
"Yeah… after all… we're… good friends…"
Akira could barely respond anymore—sleep was flooding his brain, dragging his consciousness down.
Anri Hitomi gazed down at his drowsy face, smiling softly. She leaned in just a little, whispering a quiet goodnight.
"Sweet dreams, Kuroba-kun."
"Mmh… zzz…"
With a good friend's lap pillow under him, Kuroba Akira drifted into a sweet, peaceful sleep.
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T/N: yeah hes doomed
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