Chapter 82: Kamishiro Souta (Virgin)
“I… I want to see it…”
…I won.
Having gotten Souta to beg me, I was basking in triumph, thoroughly pleased with myself.
Souta kept sneaking glances at my body while I sat on the bed. He probably thought he was being subtle, but from my side, it was completely obvious.
This is why virgins are so easy to read…
Feeling smug, I secretly enjoyed my sense of superiority.
Compared to Souta, I had plenty of experience with women. That’s why I was confident I could keep my cool in situations like this.
I’m not like virgin-boy Souta.
…Wait, hold on.
A weird feeling suddenly hit me.
Thinking about it… am I actually still a virgin?
Sure, I had experience with women, but that was only after I got this body—meaning, I never actually had penetrative sex.
On top of that, I’d already lost the partner I should’ve been doing it with. Which meant… I’d never get the chance to lose my virginity for the rest of my life.
Realizing that now left me completely stunned.
“You okay? Your face just went pale outta nowhere.”
“Souta… I’m gonna die a virgin…”
“…Man, I was wondering what you were about to say. Wait, don’t tell me… nothing happened for you in that other world?”
“Actually, I had a few chances… but I was so dead set on Alicia, I turned every single one down… with a heavy heart.”
“…Damn, that’s rough.”
“Yeah… my poor little buddy…”
Without thinking, I pressed my hand against the crotch of my skirt. Of course, there was nothing there. Flat as a board.
“Look on the bright side—you became a virgin girl! That’s way more valuable than being a virgin guy, right?”
“…That doesn’t make me happy at all.”
Souta’s words were either trying to cheer me up or driving the knife in deeper—I couldn’t tell which—and I sank even lower.
“Still… isn’t it kinda late to be getting depressed over this?”
“……That’s because… up until now, I never had to think about being a virgin…”
“Could you not look at my face and immediately think ‘virgin,’ please!?”
“Aren’t you… still a virgin?”
“…Yeah, I am.”
“Thought so. You were totally ogling my body like a starving dog, completely obvious.”
“Guh… you say that, but you’re a virgin too, aren’t you?”
“I’ve got experience with women, thank you very much. Unlike you.”
“W-Wait… you mean… with other girls!? Damn… you’re incredible…”
Souta’s eyes went wide as he stared at me.
Yeah, he was definitely imagining me getting it on with other girls.
“So… who was it? Someone I know?”
That question made me freeze up.
“…S-Sorry, I’m gonna have to plead the fifth on that one.”
I stammered my way through it.
One of them was my own little sister. And the other… was your little sister… yeah, no way I’m saying that!
Maybe I’ll have to come clean about Hisui eventually… but definitely not now.
“If people found out it was with another girl, you’d get way too much weird attention… sorry, forget I said anything.”
Seeing me hesitate, Souta seemed to have gotten the wrong idea.
“That’d really help, thanks…”
I breathed a quiet sigh of relief.
“Anyway, uh…”
“Oh yeah, that’s right. The panties. You really wanna see mine that bad, huh? Geez, Souta…”
But right then, I suddenly realized something.
How… exactly am I supposed to show them?
I’d had my panties accidentally seen before, sure, but I’d never deliberately shown them off.
“…Uh, what should I do, exactly?”
I ended up asking Souta directly.
“Could you, uh… lift up your skirt yourself and show me?”
Souta’s request was pretty damn specific.
A girl lifting her own skirt to show off her panties—sure, it’s a classic fantasy, definitely a good scenario… when you’re on the watching side.
But I’d never once thought about being the one doing the showing.
That said, having Souta lift my skirt himself would feel even more uncomfortable, and I couldn’t think of a better alternative. It didn’t seem like I had much of a choice.
“F-Fine…”
I got off the bed and stood beside him.
There was about a meter between us, with Souta sitting in his chair. Sitting down, his eye level was just about the same as mine standing up.
“You’ve really shrunk, huh…”
Souta said it, sounding a little sentimental.
“Guess we can’t compete over height during physical checkups anymore.”
Back when we were guys, we’d always compete to see who was taller at every checkup. Last time we measured, I remembered being a few millimeters taller than Souta.
But now, after becoming Alice, I was way shorter—more than a whole head’s difference. I didn’t need a ruler to know I’d lost that competition for good.
Even something silly like that left me feeling a little lonely.
“…Okay, here I go.”
I steeled myself and gave Souta the signal to start.
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