Chapter 39: The Panty Flash Monster (1)

"Fwa—wa, wawa, waaaaaah!?"

With a completely off-key scream she pressed down the front and back of the cheongsam.

But from the deep slits that presupposed spats, the white underwear with pink polka dots was still perfectly visible. It was a design like something a middle-schooler who hadn’t considered being seen would wear, but that in itself made the satisfaction and excitement of "exposing something that originally couldn’t be seen" swell up.

At that figure, the Monster Villain, the boys in the school building, and I also raised small cheers. As expected, this kind of thing requires embarrassment...!

"N-no— stop, don’t take pictures...!"

Click, click, the shutter sounds of smartphones rang out.

She hurriedly tried to hide both sides with her palms, but in that instant wind blew as if thrusting upward. The thin material skirt that prioritized ease of movement flipped up lightly like a leaf, fully exposing front and back.

She screamed and frantically pressed only the front, but her soft-looking butt was fully exposed. The number of shutter sounds increased. The amount of tears floating in Knuckle’s eyes also increased.

"...Ah, shit, I really am such a...!"

While cursing that I never learn, I started taking off my pants. Fueaaah!? Knuckle screamed while her face turned red and blue.

"W-wait, no way—!?"

"It’s not that! Here, hide with this!"

While throwing the removed pants to Knuckle, I stepped forward to protect her from the Monster Villain. Fortunately my entire body is covered in tentacles like a mummy man. Since I’m a body that originally doesn’t need to wear clothes, there’s no problem even if I throw away the pants.

While glaring at the Monster Villain I clicked my tongue once.

Even though I said I’m an ally of the justice of the Sacred, I really lose to desire so quickly. I should have handed over the pants right after she took the ray, but I ended up watching.

The part of me that felt self-loathing and the part of me that decided a guts pose saying "Yesss I saw it!" coexisted in my brain. And the weight was slightly larger on the latter. Really, an incorrigible hypocritical bastard.

＜Idiot—!＞

Toward Knuckle who hurriedly started putting on the pants, a ray was fired again as if saying it wouldn’t allow such a thing.

The red light scored a direct hit on Knuckle who was in the middle of putting on the pants with one leg raised—

＜Wha—t!?＞

—However, the pants I handed over did not vanish.

Toward the Monster Villain that leaked a voice of astonishment, I provocatively laughed proudly.

"Hah! The idiot is you! This is tentacle clothing woven from my tentacles—it’s the same existence as my tentacles. A ray that erases clothing can’t erase it!"

"Eh? Wait Atel-san, is this part of you? I didn’t hear any talk like that— uhyah! Something’s slimy on the inside!? Or rather what is tentacle clothing!? Even if you talk about it like it’s a natural concept it makes no sense!"

...I see.

Even though it’s a separated thing, right now Knuckle’s lower body is wrapped in my tentacles— somehow, I’m getting a bit excited.

"...Sorry. I’m always receiving your care."

As if cutting off the vulgar thoughts, Saber readied the holy sword of the fountain Arontina and took a step forward.

Since Knuckle had been driven back, it was only natural that she would step out—but—

"...Is it okay? Fighting that in a skirt is pretty dangerous, right?"

"My junior was humiliated that much. I can’t just keep watching from behind just because I’ll go through a little embarrassment."

And furthermore.

She directed her gaze toward Knuckle who had finished putting on the pants behind.

There was the figure of someone who tried to dash out saying "Now the counterattack begins"—and stumbled as if something had caught.

"—Ah, huh? Somehow, I can’t move well...?"

"Originally, our Sacred costumes are not made to fight while combined with other clothing. On top of that, those pants were created from your tentacles— from the magical power of darkness, right? For us who possess the magical power of light the compatibility is fatal; it’s completely hindering movement."

Is it like when an amateur decorates a racing car or something and as a result the air resistance or whatever becomes catastrophic?

That said, there’s no way I can tell her to take them off right now, right? Saber who glared at the Monster Villain leaned forward strongly—

"Therefore, I will defeat it. In the first place— there’s no way I, a Sacred, should let my movements dull just from having my skirt flipped a bit."

—She extinguished the light in her eyes and dashed out.

"Kh, ah shit, she really is...!"

Who the hell was it that kept having her skirt flipped since this morning and was half-crying.

And yet she’s killing the shame and desperately suppressing her heart trying to become a machine that just cuts down the Monster Villain.

Of course, as a champion of justice who saves someone that side is correct—but you’re not the type who can do that kind of thing. And yet because you force yourself you fall into ruin in the original game, you know.

I clicked my tongue largely and chased after Saber’s back.

The opposing Monster Villain leaked a laugh as if saying it had been waiting and generated a tornado. A two-birds-with-one-stone technique that hinders the direction of progress while flipping the skirts of those who approach.

For an instant Saber twisted her face as if hesitating—"There’s no way I should hesitate over something like this"—and stepped forward.

Together with a powerful step she swung the holy sword. The slash possessing the magical power of light bisected the tornado and made it vanish. But the howling wind couldn’t disappear in an instant. Saber’s skirt flipped up softly, most of her flexible yet soft-looking thighs were exposed, and further the underwear above that was exposed—

"Like I’ll let you—!"

—Before that, I stretched these tentacles.

If Saber is in the state of having swung the holy sword down, she can press the front part with both hands. Then I take the back. So that the boys in the school building can’t see, I press down the skirt.

But the wind pressure is more tremendous than I thought. A strong desire of "I will flip the skirt no matter what" can be glimpsed.

I opposed that and pushed the tentacles in with all my strength—

In that instant, funyun.

—Through the tentacles was transmitted the sensation of touching something very soft on the inside of the skirt.

Heue? Saber leaked a blank voice.

A very soft and smooth sensation that can be understood even from above the skirt. The peach of the peach-blossom spring that some men end up committing crimes seeking.

Ah— this is me grabbing her butt with tentacles.

"Ki— kyaaaaaah?!"

The moment I thought Ah, this is bad and Saber’s scream echoed across the schoolyard was almost simultaneous.

Saber’s mask shattered. Perhaps having no room to cover up from the unexpected shame, with a bright red face she protected her own butt and took distance from me with zuzazaza!

"Wha, what, what— what are you doing, Atel Octooooh!"

"Sorry! That just now was completely my fault, my bad!"

It completely backfired...!

From behind, Knuckle’s contemptuous gaze is piercing me. Of course it is; it’s only natural, not unfortunate.

"I’ll properly apologize for that later so don’t take your eyes off the Monster Villain! If you take that ray on your skirt earlier it’ll be a fatal wound for you!"

"Uu, uuuu, uuuuuu—!"

She raised a groan that had not a fragment of dignity and glared as if saying "Remember this later."

＜Atel Octo— are you an idiot?＞

"No, I am self-aware, but I don’t want to be told that by you."

If it’s grabbing the butt versus flipping skirts or stealing spats, the latter is— ah no good, both are the same.

However the Monster Villain sighed ＜What are you saying＞ and

＜What do you do by erasing the skirt. Full nudity and underwear appearance are different from panty flashes, right. Didn’t you learn that in compulsory education?＞

"...!?"

Saber opened her eyes wide as if saying What is this guy talking about.

Yeah, I understand the feeling. Saber’s feelings of course, and the Monster Villain’s feelings too.

"Certainly— full exposure is erotic in its own way, but it has no charm."

I largely nodded.

Because the hidden thing becomes revealed it’s a pan"ty flash" and pan"ty full exposure."

Something that isn’t hidden is neither of those, just an underwear appearance. That has its own charm, but it’s never the same genre of eros as panty flashes.

＜Hoh, you understand, Vigilante＞

"Yeah, because even I think I’d be super happy if a girl’s panties peeked a bit."

Mere cloth, and yet cloth.

I think denying getting excited from looking at panties is like making fun of a person who is moved by a painting.

Mere picture, and yet picture.

In the end if you’re told it’s just an aggregation of paints that’s the end of it, but humans feel beauty in that aggregation of paints.

In short, feeling beauty from looking at a famous painting and feeling eros from looking at a beautiful girl’s panties is surely the same thing.

I smiled at the Monster Villain. The Panty-Flash Monster Villain also had its expression hidden by the kendo-mask-like mask, but it firmly gave me a thumbs-up.

As expected, the thing that lets men communicate with each other is erotic topics the best—!

"Atel Octo... whose side are you on...?"

The holy sword was placed against the nape of my neck. I felt the tentacles being purified with a juu.

In front of the sharp eyes that said That’s enough already, I raised both hands and tentacles up. I seriously can’t anymore, I surrender...!

"O-of course I’m on your side so don’t glare like that. I-it can’t be helped! Men are simple creatures who, if they just see the panties of a cute girl like you, can think the whole day is lucky just from that! I can’t suppress this feeling so easily!"

Since saying something like "I’m not interested in panties at this point" has zero persuasive power, I surrendered while completely turning the tables.

When a skirt flutters it’s physically natural that the gravity that gathers men’s gazes is generated, and there’s no way you can just decide to endure and endure. Especially with beautiful girls like the Sacred. If I see panties I think I can stay in a happy mood for half a year rather than just one day...!

From a woman’s perspective it’s an extremely lowest worst logic, but men are that kind of thing. I think it’s bad and I’ll apologize but it doesn’t look like I can fix it!

It would be nice if with this contempt and exasperation win over anger and she lowers the sword—

"A cute girl, huh— me—"

—Wait, blushing there is unexpected.

"No please wait senpai! Saber-senpai wait! That’s not a place to blush—!?"

"N-no, but Knuckle. I, um, have never been told I’m cute to my face, and..."

"Whoa the theory that high peaks fall easily when attacked is working in a place like this—!? Lately I’ve been thinking a bit, senpai, you should think about various things besides justice—!"

"As Knuckle says, Saber, blush a little more thoughtfully, aren’t you an idiot?"

"...!?"

Even if you make a face like Eh, I have no allies...!? it troubles me. Or rather I’m currently being troubled. Why did that line raise the affinity; it’s strange.

Look, the Monster Villain also seems troubled as it warily approaches this way and slowly looks up at Saber— no wait!?

"Saber run it’s peeking!"

"Fue? ...Kyaaaaah!?"

The moment her eyes met the Monster Villain at her feet she raised a girlish scream and fled. Tch, the Monster Villain clicked its tongue regretfully.

＜So close...! If the inside of the skirt was a little brighter I could have seen!＞

"I understand the feeling super well but enough already you!"

I slammed down the tentacles that had been raised up in the surrender pose.

However the Monster Villain laughed and intercepted with the sword it held in its mouth. Zan, my tentacles were cut off.

"Atel Octo!"

"It’s fine, even if tentacles are cut the pain isn’t that much!"