“Mika, I think I just realized the charm of this sweater.”
“Oh, what a coincidence. I feel the same way.”
“Then would you like to go first?”
With her hand on my shoulder, Nagisa casually touched my skin as if to show her generosity. Then she let out a whoosh, blowing a mischievous breeze into my ear.
In front of us, Hina was occupying my lap, leaving her mark around my neck. I feel like I’m begging her to ease off on my neck because it gets overwhelming…
The problem is, these kids are stubborn about that. It’s almost as if the result, which is very much like marking territory, is the goal itself.
“After trying this on, I’ve managed to figure out my tolerance levels.”
“That’s nice to hear. It’s just a little disappointing that it’s not Mika deciding what those levels are.”
“…Nagisa, it’s not like I’m completely out of the equation, okay?”
“Don’t worry; we won’t force you to do anything we think you’d feel uncomfortable with.”
“Heh. But, will you two wear whatever I ask you to wear?”
“…Probably.”
“I definitely won’t ask Mika to do something I can’t do myself.”
“Alright, then—”
“But today is a no-go.”
“What—Whoa…?”
Nagisa’s nurse cosplay… it’s not happening…?
Hina’s sister cosplay… also not happening…?
“I’m going to die.”
“Hehe. You can try on all the outfits we’ve brought first before thinking about dying.”
“We should try on everything we have first and then talk, Mika. I really hope you don’t actually die…”
“Hey, if you keep this up, how long do you think it’ll take to try them all on? And Nagisa, your hands keep wandering down… Wait a second. Don’t put your hands there… Hyaah?!”
No, these lust-driven monsters… it’s driving me crazy.
“Are you seriously thinking of dressing me and changing my clothes at the same time…?”
“Of course! You look adorably irresistible, and how could I resist that…? The charm I mentioned earlier was about how accessible you are.”
“Huh, heuheun… you’re cute, but… no, that’s not the point…! How many outfits did you bring… Huh!”
At that moment, Nagisa slipped a hand inside the sweater, her fingers dancing around like they were kneading dough while she pulled out her phone, displaying an album right in front of me.
What I saw was… honestly, it looked adorable and so enticing I couldn’t help but want to touch.
It might be a ridiculous thought, but for some time now, I’ve been imagining what I might look like when I finally break down. And it’s still true even now.
For instance, I picture Nagisa’s hand shaping the outline of my body visible through the sweater, almost losing its form as it gets squished. I can almost see my figure contorting awkwardly as I squirm and my feet wriggling around.
In the meantime, my flushed face would get even more heated. If I added a layer of my usually bright, sparkling eyes fading into a dazed look…
“Heuuh…”
Ah, I’ve lost it. So embarrassing, seriously…
“Good job, Mika.”
“What do you mean by that… Heuung? Hina? Are you joining in on this too…?”
While behind me, someone was shamelessly toying with my chest, gently poking and pinching in between the action.
In front of me, Hina’s hand slid past my waist and landed firmly on my bottom, starting to rub gently… What is this, it’s like being groped on the subway.
Of course, when you look at it, I’m in a rather happy position, being adored by two people, but still…
“Mika, give me a kiss. Just one…”
“Okay… Kiss… Heuung…”
“Hmm… I had no idea the strong Student Council President of Gehenna had such a cute side. It’s no wonder Mika is falling for you.”
The terrifying aspect of this backless sweater is that the front is warm while the back is cool.
So once Nagisa’s relatively cold hand made contact with the warm front, the sensation became too intense. When those hands slid down to my bellybutton, reaching my underwear drenched in moisture, I decided to drop everything.
“I won’t be able to wear these panties for much longer… how unfortunate. I wanted to keep using them for a long time.”
“Just buy a few more later, okay? Heu…”
“Oh? Is one time not enough? If I can keep being loved like this, I’d do almost anything.”
That feeling hasn’t changed for me, and I doubt it ever will.
“Ah, that tickles, Huh. Ticklish…”
At some point, Hina stopped demanding kisses, half-pulling away the front of my sweater while clinging to that spot. Her grip on my hips was firm, somewhat like a cicada clinging to a tree… or maybe a grandma’s apple tree, if anything.
Chchch…
My head was spinning slowly.
Tongue darting around, exchanging moist sounds, with all the teasing fingers on my sensitive spots combined with the touches kneading my rear, and even now, the gentle rubs on my lower belly…
I hadn’t noticed at first, but the more it went on, the more strange feelings arose…?
Ah. Is it coming again… Hua…
My whole body had turned into the lovers’ plaything as the first outfit session passed.
If Noa had been here, she would have commented something like, “Eight changes for one outfit? Impressive in many ways♪”
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“…”
“Hehe… Are you not even pretending to take it off anymore? I’m just so glad.”
“I realized it was pointless…”
“No, you’re simply denying that you’re enjoying this situation now, aren’t you? I’m sure Hina is thinking the same thing.”
“Honestly… at this rate, this time is slowly shifting from being for us to being for you, Mika. You’re enjoying yourself to a level that’s quite visible.”
“How can there be not a single ally here…?”
Out of nowhere, I found myself sulking in frustration. I mean, being slandered under such conditions is a crime too, isn’t it?
In that light, these two have humiliated me, so it wouldn’t be wrong to think they’re guilty. Seems fair to me.
And it’s honestly unfair to say I’m enjoying this. I’m just happy being around you guys, so why are you misinterpreting my feelings like this?
“It’s a misunderstanding, Mika. Both of us here are on your side.”
“Nagisa’s right. So put that outfit back on.”
“…”
Both of them, unashamedly baring their Yukata, were flaunting their flawless white skin against the mottled marks on mine. It felt paradoxical and funny.
So they’re the ones attacking…
“…”
I glanced down at the costume in hand.
This was approximately the sixth outfit.
First was the sweater they presented together. Then, Nagisa tossed out a semi-sheer black evening dress.
While Nagisa had momentarily passed out, Hina handed me what I could only assume was a maid outfit she got from Asuna.
Next was a swimsuit I’d worn last summer when Nagisa finally appeared, just back from recovery after vacation.
…Thinking back, we hadn’t been this intimate, so that’s understandable.
Then out of nowhere came a black cat lingerie set, which I flat-out refused, determined to maintain my composure.
I mean, that stuff isn’t allowed for students, right? Where on earth did they get it from?
Refusing, I couldn’t help but find their determination to keep trying quite annoying. They knew if they kept knocking, I’d eventually give in.
But I’m a guy, at least at one point. Of course, I’m not giving in easily.
Unless they take the initiative to gather and ask, there’s no way I’m allowing that.
…But if I told them, they’d probably swarm over me, so I’ll just cut it off without a second thought.
Anyways, the sixth outfit was somewhat peculiar.
How so? I’d respond like this.
It’s strangely stimulating for one’s sense of shame. Unlike the intentionally pitched costumes meant for their desire, this one was purely wholesome, even pure.
That’s because this one was an actual Sisterhood-sanctioned nun outfit. Not the skimpy kind like Hina’s sister cosplay but a regular nun’s attire.
…I shouldn’t have expected Hina to be cosplaying as a sister. Looks like I have to take the lead.
“Nagisa, how did you even come across this?”
“Uta… Ahem. I acquired it officially through a trade with Sakurako.”
“…What kind of trade?”
“I’ll be going with ‘no comment’ on that.”
“Ahaha. You should really spill when I’m all smiles, you know?”
“I’ll take that as a cue that I don’t need to say anything if I keep you smiling.”
“Wow, Nagisa. You’ve really grown bold. I’m in awe of you.”
Even Hina was staring at Nagisa in disbelief at her shamelessness as I put on the nun outfit slowly.
Once I donned the nun’s habit, the outfit’s purity sparked an internal conflict of sinful feelings.
The fact that under this garb I wasn’t wearing a bra, nor did I have a nip patch, and that below I had a completely soaked thong wasn’t helping my internal struggle.
“But, Nagisa, is it really okay for us to be wearing a nun’s outfit? This feels a bit…”
“Oh? This time, we actually have no plans for Mika.”
“…Huh?”
“We’re not planning to do anything.”
Saying that, Nagisa pulled Hina closer and reclined awkwardly on the bedding. Their Yukata half-open, showcasing a rather stimulating sight.
“As for whether Mika will do anything to us, I can’t say for sure.”
Nagisa, you sly fox…!
