Under what circumstances does fabric darken in color?
Generally, there are two situations—one is when it's dyed a darker color.
The other is when it gets wet, causing the color to deepen.
Of course, so colored fabrics don't darken when wet but instead beco sowhat transparent.
For example, the pure white apron Gabriel uses when cooking.
As for this angel, Renji ultimately didn't cross the line.
It wasn't that he had regained his rationality or was being pretentious, but rather that such superbly beautiful delicacies like works of art shouldn't be enjoyed too hastily—better to take it slow.
However, if two other people hadn't shown up later, he might have truly partaken.
So instead, he satisfied his appetite by enjoying the two side dishes.
Thus, he wanted to make Gabriel gradually realize sothing, but unfortunately this angel remained as pure and innocent as ever, her heart not yet growing such desires.
Yet it was precisely this holy angel that shook Renji's heart even more.
Then, when this clumsy, adorable little nun fell flat on the ground and suddenly realized what had fallen out of her underwear, noticing everyone's strange gazes, her eyes instantly welled up with tears.
She probably wished she could imdiately dig a hole and bury herself.
And Renji shared so responsibility for this social death scenario.
He hadn't given her ti to tidy up, imdiately rushing her to return.
"Th-this, no, wuu~"
She wanted to explain sothing, but the current situation left her speechless.
For a mont, the nun's head seed to steam as she let out a small whimper before overloading and fainting.
"Wait, what are you trying to do?"
Xenovia instantly bristled like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.
Simultaneously, she drew her own holy sword, glaring fiercely at Akeno before her.
This wretched woman was looking at her with malicious intent, making her sowhat panicky.
The next second, Xenovia actually swung her sword forward, stopping this evil-hearted woman from getting closer.
But making this sowhat exaggerated swinging motion caused her to instantly stiffen, retracting her forward step and tensing up.
"Ara ara, what's wrong? Xenovia, you don't seem to dare move recklessly?"
Akeno delicately placed her slender hand before her lips in a half-covering gesture, letting out a queenly chuckle.
She had naturally realized why Xenovia didn't dare move recklessly or make overly intense movents.
The reason was simple: she was worried about ending up in the sa situation as Asia.
And precisely because of this, Akeno wanted to tease her even more.
However, the currently furious Xenovia would genuinely attack her with a sword, making it unwise to approach her now.
Hmm? Akeno, catching sothing in her peripheral vision, allowed a beautiful curve to grace the corners of her lips.
She then made a tentative move as if to approach Xenovia, forcing the latter to focus intently on her.
And so, it ca!!!
"Huh?"
Xenovia, suddenly sensing sothing, was about to deliver a sharp elbow strike backward—but it was too late. A spell had already been cast, an immobilizing senjutsu technique.
In this room, there was only one person who could use senjutsu: a bewitching woman in a kimono, her cat ears twitching slightly.
"What are you hiding?"
A teasing voice sounded from behind her as Kuroka's mischievous hand reached toward Xenovia's abdon, sending a shiver through Xenovia's body as if in fear.
In truth, she was utterly flustered.
"Let ow—aaaaaah!"
Kuroka let out an abrupt scream, startling Xenovia as well.
Then, it beca clear: the one to whom Xenovia had devoted everything, the god she believed in, was no longer standing idly by. He had grabbed Kuroka's cat tail and yanked her aside.
The pull was sowhat rciless, as a handful of fur was torn from the tail, leaving a small bald patch.
Thus, Kuroka was now fixing him with a deeply resentful, teary-eyed gaze.
anwhile, Xenovia breathed a sigh of relief that her crisis had been averted and that she hadn't been caught in as embarrassing a situation as Asia.
Of course, the others were almost fully aware of her circumstances, which left her terribly awkward—but it was still far better than having her last shred of dignity stripped away.
Still, she couldn't let her guard down completely and needed to remain cautious. So, Xenovia continued to shift her steps, maintaining distance from the other won.
Shifting, and then—
"Ah—?!"
A flustered cry escaped her lips as she slipped—the ground beneath her feet was wet, causing her to lose her balance.
Desperately, she tried to steady herself but dared not make any large movents, stumbling sideways instead.
In the end, she landed squarely on soone behind her—no, on their face.
That soone was Jeanne d'Arc, who had been kidnapped by Kuroka, with a perforated ball gag stuffed in her mouth.
"Mmmph!!!"
Jeanne struggled even more fiercely.
After pushing the person sitting on her away, her pupils dilated, and her mind went nearly blank for a mont.
Then, her utterly disheveled face took on a broken expression.
The others understood why Jeanne's eyes had gone vacant, as if she'd shattered—it was hard to put into words just how unlucky she was.
As for Xenovia, having experienced a social death similar to Asia's, she desperately wished she could just faint on the spot.
"Pfft—! I can't hold it in anymore, ow~"
The first one to burst into laughter was the ever-mischievous Kuroka.
The others, anwhile, wore expressions of sheer disarray.
A few of the more innocent ones blushed deeply.
Especially Ravel, who covered her eyes with both hands—though the gaps between her fingers seed suspiciously wide.
Then, the won also suspected that one other person might be in a similar situation, but this person's identity was far too special to joke about—that being Gabriel.
As for why they used "suspected" rather than "confird," it was because if an angel were to experience such a thing, wouldn't they fall from grace?
Yet the Gabriel before them remained as divinely pure and untainted as ever, appearing utterly innocent and unblemished.
Regardless of whether she was in the sa situation or not, one thing was certain: this Gabriel was absolutely clear about Xenovia and Asia's circumstances.
Thus, the true culprit behind the current predicant—Renji—naturally beca the focus of everyone's attention.
Among the gazes fixed upon him, a few felt as if they were looking at worthless trash.
One ca from a seemingly rigid student council president.
Another ca from a loli cat girl who appeared completely emotionless.
So, what exactly was this so-called "little cuteness"?
It was panty transportation...
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