Although before putting it on, Miyako had leaned in to smell it and didn't detect any pungent odor similar to witch hazel; instead, there was a faint fragrance… Did he spray perfume?
In any case, since there were no traces, theoretically, wearing it wouldn't lead to pregnancy.
And ultimately, Miyako felt that the fault lay with herself; if she hadn't gotten her underwear dirty, she wouldn't have been forced to wear this pair of underwear, whose style alone made her blush and her heart pound.
Miyako realized that ever since meeting Akira, in such a short time, she seemed to have given up many firsts…
Akira saw her remain silent for a long time, not knowing what she was thinking, and he too felt uneasy, for some reason feeling like he had been caught in the act, even though he had never been married in his previous life.
Unable to bear the awkward atmosphere that made his toes curl, Akira still took the initiative to speak.
"So… do I still need to explain why I possess that pair of underwear?"
"No… no need…"
Miyako silently shook her head, then lowered her head, also enduring her embarrassment as she said.
"It's just… this underwear, I'll borrow it for now, and I'll wash it and return it to you later."
It won't have the same scent after being washed… Bah, I mean, her reaction doesn't seem too bad?
Can she actually understand? Understand a pubescent boy's actions driven by desire?
What a gentle and good girl…
And Akira also expressed understanding for her temporary requisition of the underwear.
Girls, after all, have those few days every month.
"It's fine, take it and use it. The proper use for underwear is to wear it."
"…"
So, this underwear was indeed used by him for 'improper purposes'…? Miyako clamped her thighs again, her stance already a noticeable inward-pointing one.
Akira, on the other hand, was very glad that he didn't have to explain the origin of the underwear. If she knew that the owner of this underwear was also a current high school girl, she might not wear it.
Wearing underwear that someone else has worn, anyone would have a psychological aversion, right?
At most, there was only a little of the class president's sweat smell left on it… Hmm, it shouldn't be too dirty, right?
It was a pity that he hadn't even smelled the class president's scent before it was covered by a new one.
"Also, from now on, when you need to 'be convenient,' Akira-kun, you can tell me, and I'll temporarily step out… and come back to the room when you're done."
After all, they would be living in the same room from now on, and awkward moments were inevitable. Perhaps they would need to gradually establish a non-aggression pact.
"Oh, oh…"
Akira was touched by her thoughtfulness, but at the same time, he felt very wronged.
To be honest, ever since he transmigrated, Akira hadn't really 'self-generated' much.
Besides expending his abundant energy through exercise, being wholly engrossed in learning the language also temporarily prevented Akira from indulging in such pleasures.
And more importantly, he didn't have high-quality resources that could serve as 'casting materials' at hand.
In his previous life, Akira was, after all, an old gentleman who had watched countless films, a mage apprentice on the verge of becoming a grand mage. Although he had no practical experience, his vision was high and wide enough.
And now, here was still the era of flip phones, unlike smartphones where one could freely view images and videos. The speed of 3G internet was simply not fast enough, and Wi-Fi hadn't even become widespread yet.
People still had to rely on traditional videotapes and thin books for entertainment.
However, even though Japan was a major producer of adult content, Akira, being a poor boy, had no money to buy them. He couldn't possibly expect to pick up discarded H-books in the bushes by the riverside, could he?
It was a pity that the resources accumulated for over ten years had all vanished with his transmigration… Ah, speaking of which, the hard drive!
The hard drive hadn't been dealt with yet!
Argh! I don't want my family and friends to discover my XP after I die!
Since transmigrating, Akira felt, for the first time, an intense regret about the act of transmigrating itself.
Let me go back! Let me go back, ahhhhhh!