Tokyo: Rabbit Officer and Her Evil Partner Chapter 632 - 421: The Decisive Underwear

As everyone knows, a bath can make a person look their best.

Without going into the specific scientific principles, in short, after Minamoto Tamako took a bath, she looked fairer and more refreshed, with a hint of blush, her wet hair clinging to her fair skin, and her eyes had a layer of mist when she looked at soone.

Truly a feast for the eyes.

That was Fushimi Roku’s first thought.

But, he didn’t stare at Minamoto Tamako directly; he just glanced at her and then promptly averted his gaze, busying himself with preparing his toiletries.

There really wasn’t much to prepare, just bringing along a towel and a change of clothes.

Minamoto Tamako bowed her head and left the bathroom. As Fushimi Roku entered to take his shower, she quickly tossed aside her towel, put on her panties and top that were placed beside the bed, and hurriedly crawled under the covers, leaving only a stray lock of hair peeking out.

The sound of water splashing continuously from the bathroom could be heard clearly, even through the covers.

Minamoto Tamako’s heart was pounding with nerves. She had slept next to Fujimura-kun before, lying rigidly on the sa bed; although nothing happened, she had felt quite content at the ti.

Now it seed different from last ti—they had kissed. When they kissed, Fujimura-kun even placed his hand on her waist... To be fair, she’s in her twenties, attended sex education classes, and heard Kawai talk about n and won; she understands what should be understood, and what she doesn’t know, she could learn later on.

What would happen tonight?

Just the slight thought made Minamoto Tamako’s face turn as red as a tomato.

No, no, no, I shouldn’t think like this, nothing is necessarily gonna happen! Why am I thinking about these things? I should just go to sleep like before!

She squird a little under the covers, but couldn’t help wondering "what if sothing really does happen..."

Yeah, what if?

Then, should she refuse or agree?

Minamoto Tamako was incredibly conflicted inside. She suddenly recalled the "Victorious Panties" Sister Yalan took her to buy—one day when she was out shopping with Sister Yalan, they were buying children’s clothing for Sakurako and passed by the won’s clothing section where lace panties and patterned bras were displayed.

Sister Yalan got interested and insisted on taking her to have a look, suggesting she buy a set to take ho, just in case it would be useful soday?

After all, n wouldn’t really feel any desire for girls wearing Winnie the Pooh panties or fruit-patterned bras!

Minamoto Tamako didn’t want to buy them at the ti, but the sales assistant was very persuasive and extrely enthusiastic, so she couldn’t bring herself to refuse outright and went to the fitting room to try them... It was only after trying them that she found out that with underwear, once you try it, you have to buy it, as they’re intimate wear. With great reluctance, she ended up buying them at a loss.

But to give credit where it’s due, that set of underwear is truly lovely.

Most people can’t pull off pure white lace underwear because the solid color can make the skin look darker or sallow, but Minamoto Tamako could because her skin was very fair, no matter how much sun she got, she wouldn’t tan. This was probably inherited from her dad’s genes, she rembered her dad always looking pale...

In short, the white lace panties on her were white on white, with a hint of pink at the joints, giving the impression of a small cream cake (Moriyama Yasurou’s words).

As for the bra, it didn’t actually match because there wasn’t an A-cup lace bra of the sa style at the first store, so Moriyama Yasurou took her to another specialty store, which specialized in small-sized won’s underwear, very exquisite. It was also pure white, both pure and seductive, making it look like part of a set with the panties.

Should she change into it?

Minamoto Tamako wanted to change but didn’t want to.

She wanted to change because the underwear was indeed very beautiful; won like to dress up for the ones they adore, she wanted to show her best side to Fujimura-kun;

She didn’t want to change because it felt shaful. It went against the upbringing of a lady she had been taught since childhood, giving her a sense of proactively enticing a man, a feeling of moral wrongdoing.

Minamoto Tamako agonized for a long ti, yet Fushimi Roku hadn’t finished his shower. Who knows what he was dawdling over.

Then why not just change into it? After all, it’s worn underneath, no one can see it, just consider it as wearing it for herself!

If nothing happens, there’s nothing to feel ashad about. If sothing does happen, she still wished for her first ti to be more perfect.

Of course, nothing needs to happen either...

Minamoto Tamako repeatedly built up her ntal state and finally convinced herself. She snuck under the covers as if she were stealing, bent over to get out of bed, dashed to her wardrobe like a turtle sprinting, took out the brand new set of underwear, and jumped back into bed, changing under the covers to avoid Fujimura-kun suddenly opening the bathroom door.

Her movents were swift, and once changed, she lifted the cover slightly and stretched out her hand to put the changed underwear into the bedside cabinet.

Fushimi Roku opened the bathroom door, just in ti to see Minamoto Tamako retracting her hand into the covers, and instinctively asked: "What were you doing?"

"No, nothing..." Minamoto Tamako was deathly nervous.

Previously she hadn’t thought there was anything wrong with wearing lace underwear as it was tried on over her own panties, but now she realized that this thing was a beautiful torture device.

Perhaps in another twenty or thirty years, such underwear would focus on comfort, maybe adding so sort of ice silk lining, but for now, the lace underwear was like a small mosquito net wrapping around the butt, with a very peculiar texture; when the legs ca together, that feeling was known to whoever tried it.

Fushimi Roku had already changed into his pajamas before coming out of the bathroom, to avoid the awkwardness of changing inside the room. He originally planned to take a nap in the morning, but it dragged into the evening until eight, and he was already sleepy.

Now that he had eaten dinner, taken a bath, brushed his teeth, it was ti to get into bed and rest.

Fushimi Roku yawned. Initially, he had so expectations that sothing might happen tonight, but seeing Minamoto Tamako’s turtle-like posture, he thought it likely that nothing would happen, just like before, and dismissed any amorous thoughts, casually turned off the light, and intended to rest first.