Come to Think of It, Why Is Kyouko’s Chest So Big? – Part 01

So, after preparing my so-called ultimate gear, the next morning, I stood there holding the pink thong, stuck in thought.

Yeah… wearing this would take some courage.

I knew there was nothing I could do about the top and bottom not being a set, but it still felt oddly embarrassing.

“Ayumu! You ready yet?”

Haruna—whose sense of tact was smaller than a grain of potato starch—burst into the room without warning. I hurriedly hid the panties.

“Knock first, will you? Anyway, I’m basically ready, but I don’t have the nerve to wear the underwear we bought yesterday.”

Haruna was already in her uniform. I couldn’t help admiring the knee socks hugging her slim legs.

She really did have nice legs. Like an elementary school track athlete.

“Then just toss it in your bag for now. You’ve got two chances anyway. No need to decide yet.”

“I guess,” I muttered,