However, when Miyako picked up the underwear and examined it closely, she discovered…
It was so lewd.
Wait, wasn't this the very lewd underwear she dreamed about last night?!
In her dream, she wore this underwear and Akira-kun stared at her and sniffed her intensely… Why was this dream still so vivid after waking up?!
Wait a minute… Why would there be a pair of underwear in the pillow?
Whose is this… Logically speaking, only Granny Kobayashi is a suspect… But does she wear something so flashy?
Don't old people usually wear thermal underwear…
This style really didn't look like something an old granny would wear; it looked more like something a sex worker in Kabukicho would wear specifically for clients.
And why would underwear be hidden in a pillow?
Her co-habitant must know the answer to this.
However, at this moment, Miyako didn't have the leisure to continue her deductions; she had to make a decision.
To wear, or not to wear.
Ultimately, her ladylike heart triumphed over her sense of shame, leading her to choose to put on this lewd pair of underwear.
On the other side, Akira, after washing his face and brushing his teeth, was doing warm-up exercises in the living room, and just as he finished stretching his legs, he saw Miyako coming downstairs.
"Oh, is it resolved?"
Miyako was full of doubts, hesitated for a moment, but still decided to ask.
"Akira-kun, I have a question for you."
"What is it?"
"It's just… I just found a pair of underwear in the pillow."
Thump!
Akira felt his heart stop for a moment.
No way, was it discovered already?!
It's over, I'm going to be seen as a pervert…
All the initial good impression I built up… Is it going to collapse at the start?!
Akira was in a panic, but the "Soul Performance S" talent he copied yesterday allowed him to barely maintain his expression.
Play dumb! Must play dumb immediately!
"Oh my, underwear can actually grow out of a pillow; could it be a gift from the gods to a beautiful girl?"
However, because his acting skill hadn't reached Lv1, it seemed very forced.
Miyako was unmoved, cutting straight to the chase.
"This underwear is yours, isn't it?"
Miyako wasn't even asking a question, but making a statement, as if she had already determined that the owner of this underwear was Akira.
"Uh…"
Should he continue to quibble?
Forget it, there's no need.
Moreover, that pair of underwear was a 'token' given by the class president, and also an important item, so even if Miyako discovered it, he still had to keep it.
Thus, Akira generously, like a dead pig unafraid of boiling water, admitted it.
"That's right, it's mine."
A true man, dare to act, dare to take responsibility! What kind of hero hides things?!
Even a pervert must be righteously perverted!
No, I'm not a pervert.
Miyako's reaction was very calm; she just nodded knowingly, with no expression of disgust or aversion on her face, unsure if she was maintaining her composure or genuinely felt it was no big deal.
After all, a boy possessing a pair of women's underwear, and one of this suggestive style, the reason for it goes without saying.
He definitely didn't wear it, but used it for 'other purposes'.
Although there might be some who wear them, Akira shouldn't be perverted to that extent.
If he were that kind of person, he should have done some indescribable things to her last night.
Thinking of this, Miyako also felt very embarrassed; she also felt that the underwear was a style boys would like, which was why she focused her suspicion on Akira.
The main reason was that last night's dream left too deep an impression on her.
She just felt that if she put on this underwear, he would come over, grab her thighs, and bury his face in…
Miyako couldn't help but clench her thighs.
She was currently wearing the underwear he had 'used'…
Would there be dirty things left on it…