(NSFW) "The Underwear Incident" (Patreon)

(Takes place between Accretion 3 & 4)

I cursed Akeno in my head for the third time that night.

I'd had been able to mostly ignore it– and even temporarily forgot about it when I'd sped over to defend Hyoudou from Riser's [Pawn]– but shortly after Grayfia cowed the room and Uzumaki-kun showed up, when the tension and adrenaline had begun to die down, it hit me again; Underneath the Kuoh uniform's too-short skirt, the lacy, crotchless panties Akeno had tricked me into wearing were all that was covering– or not covering, in this case– my modesty.

If I'd gone for a kick instead of just a block, I would have flashed everything without even realizing.

Now, after Riser and Grayfia had left, here I was; sitting squished between the oblivious Uzumaki and the degenerate Himejima, thighs pressed together to prevent the trio on the other couch from getting a peek up my skirt, with a warm plate of cookies placed on my lap by Akeno.

The fact that Uzumaki-kun's hand would periodically slip into my personal space to grab one, and Akeno would practically press her entire chest onto my frame while doing the same, there was no way whatsoever that wasn't intentional on the purple-eyed girl's part.

I was barely able to pay attention to the conversation at hand. I felt like I was about to start burning up from my core. The little accidental touches from the boy I spent the most time with, the big and intentional touches from the fat udders of the girl who put me into this situation; I swore Akeno kept timing things so that the side of a soft, marshmallow-y tit was pressed against me right as Uzumaki-kun's hand neared my lap. The warmth of the platter radiated into my legs, not helping things at all with how the tight pressing of my thighs together already made the slightest shift rub my lower lips in dangerous heated ways.

As a girl finally beginning to go through puberty– one who already understood that the female form appealed to my personal tastes just as much as the male form, if not more so– I couldn't help the inappropriate thoughts that kept popping into my mind uninvited.

I couldn't even move the plate from my lap to the table, because that would just draw attention to me from the others. Koneko the glutton, putting my snacks further away from me? Inconceivable, surely there must be something wrong for me to do that.

Truly, Akeno was a devious plotter.

I would endure though. I couldn't go around calling out perverts, just to hypocritically succumb to my own new urges. I refused.

Everyone went through puberty at some point or another. How hard could it really be?

Akeno leaned over and held a hand up to cover her mouth next to my furred ear, pressing her left boob into my shoulder. Her motion got a glance from some of the others, but was quickly dismissed in favor of the main discussion.

"We're matching, you know?~" She whispered with an audible smirk.

I glanced at her in confusion, only to get a wink from the [Queen]. Of course we were matching? We were wearing uniforms, after all.

It was only when she began to pull back slowly, deliberately, that I realized; a stiff nub surrounded by plump, soft flesh dragged against my arm as she retreated.

It clicked. Akeno was wearing the same cup-less and crotchless lingerie that I was, a matching set of what she'd given me earlier. Against my will, the image appeared in my head; her signature teasing smile and perverted purple gaze looking down at me, her skin inches from mine, with only the tiny scraps of purple and black lace accentuated the shape of her hips and the bare udders presented to me.

"..."

I frowned and hunched my shoulders slightly, adjusting my posture so that my own nipples wouldn't press against my shirt, in the case they involuntarily stiffened from the hormones. I could already feel my face burning.

'Screw getting taller. Puberty sucks.'

I couldn't wait to be free of this.

'This', meaning the current situation, or puberty as a whole.

Either was true.

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The moment I was dismissed, I immediately teleported to my apartment and went straight to the bathroom to clean up the dampness between my thighs. I wasn't in the habit of closing my doors here since it was only me and my cat Shiro, but while it wasn't anything new for him to sometimes walk in while I'm doing my business, the situation felt a bit more awkward than usual when he padded up to headbutt my leg, since I was busy shoving a towel under my skirt and against my crotch.

I glanced down at the tiny white feline barely out of kittenhood, staring up at me with wide eyes and a stuffed toy mouse he'd dropped in front of his paws.

"Nya~?"

'Hmm…' I was originally planning on changing out of this perverted underwear and then teleporting to the mansion to pack for the trip, but it had been a while since I last dedicated an uninterrupted hour or two to playing with him…

I nodded once to myself in decision and threw the used towel into the hamper as I finished.

"Want to play?" I asked him, crouching down and reaching for the toy. Being a cat– even if he was a familiar, and thus smarter than normal house cats– he didn't actually understand what I said, but he recognized the word 'play' and saw me pick up his toy, so he got low to the ground in preparation to chase, a low purr rumbling in his throat.

I stepped out of the bathroom and tossed the mouse down the hall, and the bundle of white fur raced after it. I followed sedately behind with a small smile, on our way to the living room where most of his toys were.

'I have some time.'

I ended up spending more time with Shiro than expected and got to the mansion later than I originally planned, in a hurry to pack before bed. By the time I finished, I tiredly peeled off my uniform and threw on the first nightgown I found in my drawers before flopping onto my mattress and passing out instantly. When I woke up the next morning to get ready for the ORC's training trip, it was after I'd hit snooze on my alarm four or five times, and even then I still wasn't fully awake when I got to the kitchen to reheat some leftover waffles and a mug of hot milk.

I ate my breakfast slowly in the living room with bleary eyes, my phone set on the table since I didn't have any pockets. A lazy glance at its lock screen as I finished eating showed that it was getting close to time for everyone to gather, so I picked up my mug and to drink as I stood from the comfortable couch and began walking back to my room to get changed, leaving the plate there with the phone to deal with when I return.

I stepped out of the living room and into the main entrance with a yawn, trying to rub the sleep out of my eye as I idly made note of my phone dinging with a text behind me, when a different unexpected sound made my heart jump into my throat in surprise.

"Cute…" A familiar voice muttered quietly, more like a whisper.

I turned my head to make sure I wasn't just hearing things in my tired state.

Bright blue eyes set between blond hair and slightly-red whiskered cheeks stared right back at me, confirming I heard correctly.

He grinned his stupid little happy-embarrassed grin while looking at me. "Yo!" he waved.

It occurred to me at that instant in a moment of clarity, that the only thing separating his clearly appreciative eyes from my body, was a thin, purple nightgown that barely went halfway down my thighs…

"I get that you're not really a morning person, but it looks like you're cutting it a bit close to the clock, huh?"

… and I was still wearing the lewd lingerie from last night, having forgotten to change into something else in my need for sleep.

I'll admit, I may have panicked just a little bit in that moment, when the completely irrational thought of him seeing me like that forced itself into my brain

I immediately dashed back into cover in my hurry to get out of sight.

In my defense, I might have literally died on the spot if my body began betraying me in a repeat of the previous night, and he happened to notice certain signs poking through at chest-height.

The fact that a hidden part of me was beginning to enjoy the feeling of the underwear- crave the attention- was ruthlessly ignored.