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“Ch-Chiaki?! What are you doing?!”
Hajime cried out these words, his face red as he saw Chiaki reaching underneath her skirt, as if she was about to remove her panties.
To Hajime’s shock, it turned out that was exactly what she was doing.
“I’m giving you my panties,” she said with a deadpan expression, as if it was a completely normal thing to do.
“Wh-Why?!” Hajime exclaimed.
“Because I trust you,” she said, and before he could say another word, she pulled them down, and watched as the garment slipped down her legs and to her ankles, where she then lifted each of her legs to take them off, almost flashing Hajime in the process.
The used panties now in her hands, she held them out, tilting her head with a warm smile. Hajime simply stared at them and her face for a while.
“What?!”
“Please, take them,” she said softly as she continued holding them out. Hajime, unsure what was going on, gently took the panties. They were pink with purple polka dots all across the surprisingly soft fabric. Staring down in shock at the garment in his hand, he slowly looked back up at her. She was still smiling, not even a hint of a blush visible on her face as she turned and walked away.
As she did, the wind blew a bit around them, and for a brief moment, her skirt flew up, exposing her bare behind to him in all its soft, smooth glory. He stared slack jawed as she kept walking like she hadn’t even noticed, and before long, she was out of sight, leaving Hajime standing there shocked and confused.
“What…the…fuck?!”