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“I don’t want to, really…but are you okay with this, Manaka?”
“Uh-huh! It threw me at first, but now I wear these when I’m drawing manga as well. I want to become an artist like my big sister, so…!”
“Hee-hee! Aww, that’s so cute of you, Mana. Your panties look great, too.” Kaiko caressed Manaka’s cheek.
“Ah, big sis,” she replied, as if in a dream, while Miyako stared, glassy-eyed as a dead fish. That was when the PA announced that the convention was open to attendees, and seconds later, people began to swarm through the entrances.
A long line promptly formed at the Innocent Lovely booth, with Manaka keeping everyone in order and the other two handling purchases.
The comic Kaiko produced for this event was an original story, 18+ only, starring a guy who gets killed in an auto accident and reincarnated as a pair of panties that has tentacles growing out of it (and the power of flight) and then has sex with thirteen panty-loving little sisters dressed in lingerie—the kind of thing you’d only find in the doujin world, where comics are crafted for extremely niche audiences. The art was absolutely the smuttiest thing you’ve ever seen, but the plot and setup were so outlandish that actually getting off to the content as a reader might require concentration.
Selling pornographic fetish manga with panties covering her head made Miyako wonder to herself “What am I even doing…?” for the first time in quite a while, but as she shut off her emotions and focused entirely on pushing the product, she gradually stopped worrying so much about what was covering her face.
Innocent Lovely sold out its stock before noon rolled around, so Miyako held down the booth while Kaiko and Manaka went out to take pics of cosplayers. That was when Haruto Fuwa showed up, carrying a paper bag filled with lots of thin, probably pornographic doujin manga. He was likely purchasing anything Leviathan Revive themed for his collection.
“Haruto!” Miyako exclaimed.
“H-hey, hope it’s going well…Miyako…?” For some reason, Haruto was suddenly stumbling over his words. “Ummm… H-here, uh, I got this for you,” he managed to say, taking a box of cookies out from the bag.
“Thank you very much!” she replied, accepting it with a smile. Haruto’s face remained frozen in fear.
“…? What’s up?”
“That’s what I wanna ask!” he shouted, unable to stand the suspense. Miyako stared at him for a few moments, then finally remembered that she was wearing a pair of panties over her head.
“This, um, this is the official uniform of this doujin group!”
“Oh… Sure, okay.”
Even with that logical explanation, Haruto didn’t look too comfortable. He knew about Kaiko’s panty habits while she was drawing manga, but he hadn’t seen them in person before, so this would be the first time he ever personally interacted with someone wearing panties on their head. Perhaps his reaction was understandable after all.
So he tried his very best to smile, despite everything. “I,” he attempted to begin, before pausing. “…No matter how you look, I still love you, so…”
“Please don’t act like I’m all about weird panty fetishes now!”
Miyako hurriedly removed the panties from her head. But instead of relief, Haruto had a look of honest sadness on his face.
“Wh-what’s wrong, Haruto?”
“No, um… Like, the girl I love is taking off her panties in front of me for the first time, but I’m not at all happy about it… In fact, I think I’m gonna cry…”
“I don’t think this counts, all right?! Also, thanks for grossing me out!”
As she shouted at Haruto, pleading her case as her cheeks turned bright red, she swore to herself that she’d never help with Kaiko’s doujin group again—and yet she kept pantying up and going out there every year anyway.
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