Lewd Women Who Flash Their Panties on Purpose, Part 2
Ted licked his lips as he stared up at the lewd slit visible through Laila's sheer panties.
If she's showing me her panties on purpose...
Then wasn't it only right to stare even more openly?
Of course, she might not be doing it on purpose. She could have genuinely forgotten.
So, he had to make sure not to touch her and just quietly enjoy the view.
Alright, time to save tonight's jerk-off material to the spank bank!
Just as he was engraving this prime material for self-gratification into his memory—befitting the very avatar of eccentric lust—the moment shifted.
“Hmm... Is it a bit further down?”
Laila pushed her hips back on the ladder, leaning her upper body forward toward the adjacent shelf.
The movement offered a fresh, tantalizing view of her pale thighs and sheer panties.
Whoa, her pussy is totally eating her panties...!
Because Laila had closed her wide-spread legs, a prominent cameltoe had formed against the sheer fabric.
Over the white sheer fabric covering her secret cleft, the distinct outline of her tightly closed labia pressed through.
It was hot. Incredibly hot.
This was on a completely different level of sexiness compared to the cameltoe of Delinquent Girl A from earlier.
For starters, their character was worlds apart, and Laila was overwhelmingly more beautiful.
Not only that, but Laila's figure was far superior. In every conceivable way, Laila was bound to feel infinitely more erotic.
God... what I wouldn't give to have sex with Laila.
Over the past three months, he had fantasized about fucking Laila at least a thousand times.
Of course, he had similar thoughts about other beautiful women, but Laila was the undisputed queen of his fantasies, a testament to her breathtaking beauty.
Stimulated by the sight, the Neo Armstrong Dick between Ted's legs swelled and hardened, straining fiercely against the fabric of his trousers.
“Ah! It must be further down!”
At that moment.
Laila suddenly squatted down on the ladder.
Squatting at that height meant Ted's face was instantly swallowed by the dark canopy of her skirt.
Whoa... I think I might die of pure bliss.
Looking up, the white sheer panties were mere millimeters from his nose, close enough to brush against his skin.
It was the first time in his life he had ever been this close to a woman's underwear.
Ted's Neo Armstrong Dick throbbed, fully erect and ready to tear through his pants.
This heavenly scent... is it fabric softener? No, that's not it. This is...!
Those who could manipulate mana underwent a physical transformation; their natural scent and the taste of their bodily fluids changed under its influence.
While everyone's scent and taste were unique, the stronger the individual's magical power, the sweeter and more intoxicating their natural fragrance and fluids became.
Which meant the intoxicating aroma wafting from Laila's panties was...
Laila's own natural fragrance!
A scent unique to her, found nowhere else in the world.
It's so good... I want to breathe it in forever.
If only he could taste her, too.
Laila's panties hovered just a hair's breadth from his nose.
If he tilted his head just a fraction of an inch, he could bury his face right into her crotch.
Ugh... hold back!
Sure, there was a slight chance Laila had some secret exhibitionist streak and was showing off her panties on purpose.
But even if she was showing them on purpose, that didn't give him permission to touch.
The moment he crossed that line, he went from a spectator to a criminal.
And so, Ted held his ground with sheer, heroic willpower.
Of course, any normal man would have offered to climb up and search in her stead the moment her underwear came into view.
Since Ted had chosen to quietly enjoy the view instead, there was no denying he was a massive pervert.
Even so...! I never touch without consent. That is the paper-thin line separating a gentleman pervert from a common criminal!
Rationalizing his behavior with this bizarre logic, Ted barely managed to suppress his urge to bury his face in her lap.
Just look, don't touch.
Ted stared unblinkingly at the sheer fabric right before his eyes.
Through the translucent material, the soft, pale skin of Laila's bottom was on full display.
Not only that, but from this distance, her tightly closed slit was clearly outlined, and her sweet, lewd scent filled his nostrils.
This is heaven...
“Hmm... not here either? Is it even further down?”
Just as Laila spoke—
Squish.
Laila lowered her hips just a fraction more, burying Ted's face directly into her panties.
Ah.
A literal face-bury.
...Well, it was a good run.
He could have easily dodged it.
But his desire to get a closer look at her secret place had rooted him to the spot, and now, disaster had struck.
Association receptionists held high social standing; touching one inappropriately would not end well.
And yet, here he was, face-planted into her panties.
This wouldn't just ruin his career as an adventurer; it was a one-way ticket to prison.
Heh... to think I'd become a registered sex offender before becoming the Harem King.
Since his life was forfeit anyway, Ted decided he might as well enjoy the ride.
But just as he resolved to savor this fleeting moment of bliss with his face buried in her sheer panties—
“Mmm... I still don't see it. Is it even lower?”
Laila lowered her hips even further, pressing his face deeper into her crotch.
The extra pressure pushed Ted's lips directly against Laila's lewd slit.
Even through the barrier of her sheer panties, he could feel the soft, plump folds of her labia pressing against his lips.
“…….”
Ted's Neo Armstrong Dick throbbed violently, surging with renewed vigor.
At the same time, he thought.
...Wait, is she openly seducing me?
There was simply no other explanation.
How could she possibly not notice a grown man's face buried in her crotch?
I'm right, aren't I? She's totally seducing me!
Ted hadn't made the first move.
Laila was the one who had pressed herself against him. And then she had ground herself against his face a second time just to make sure.
Does this mean I can touch her? It's fine, right?
Overwhelmed by Laila's sweet scent and the soft, yielding texture of her buttocks and labia, Ted's mind raced in a frenzy of lust and confusion.
“Laila...”
“Ah...! Y-yes...?”
When Ted mumbled her name with his lips still pressed against her labia, Laila shivered and let out a soft reply.
The movement of his lips against her sensitive flesh sent a ticklish, electric jolt straight to her core.
“Your scent and the way you feel... it's incredibly lewd. And it feels amazing.”
Ted threw a direct fastball.
“Th-thank you... ah...!”
Laila shivered once more, her voice trembling as she accepted the compliment.
The fact that she made no effort to pull away even after that confirmed it. She was definitely seducing him.
But since when?
He had always known Laila was exceptionally kind to him.
Over the past three months, she had grown noticeably warmer and more affectionate with every passing day.
Was it because she actually liked me?
Looking back, Laila had been trying to close the distance between them, but Ted had stubbornly kept his hands to himself.
He had merely been trying to respect her boundaries and keep his perverted urges in check, but to Laila, his restraint must have looked like an impenetrable iron wall.
So she finally resorted to this desperate, shameless seduction...?
Of course, this was all just Ted's speculation. Only Laila knew her true motives.
But he was past the point of caring.
Whatever the truth was, the word 'rejection' did not exist in Ted's vocabulary.
When a woman threw herself at him like this, a real man took action.
Letting go of the ladder, Ted reached out and cupped Laila's luscious, plump buttocks.
Flinch!
The moment his hands made contact, Ted felt Laila shudder against his face.
Savoring the soft, warm curves of the beautiful receptionist with both his hands and his face was pure ecstasy.
At this rate, they were going to end up fucking right here in the archives.
He briefly wondered if they should move deeper into the shadows in case someone walked in, but his instincts took over.
Lick.
“Ah... mmh...♥”
Ted dragged his tongue lightly over her pussy through the sheer fabric.
Kneading her soft cheeks with both hands, he made his move.
Slide.
He hooked his fingers into the white sheer panties and pulled them to the side.
At last, Laila's bare, sweet-scented slit was fully exposed to the air.
“It's beautiful, Laila.”
Ted used his fingers to gently pry open her tightly closed pink folds.
Her glistening pink slit parted, revealing her moist interior right before his eyes.
He could see her beautiful pink entrance, and just past it, the thin, intact hymen of a virgin.
“Ah... haaa...”
Laila let out a shy, trembling moan at the realization that her most intimate part was being spread wide open.
Licking her through her panties had just been the appetizer.
Now, he was going to dive in and feast on her bare, wet flesh.
But just as Ted parted his lips and extended his tongue—
“Ah! I-I found it!”
Stand!
Laila suddenly stood up, slipping away from his impending touch.
Huh?
Ted looked up in bewilderment. Laila, who had been shamelessly flashing him just a second ago, was now pressing her skirt down tightly to hide herself.
Wh-what??
“I-I'm coming down now, Ted.”
“Oh, right...”
Ted held onto the ladder and stepped aside to give her room.
Laila climbed down, her face flushed a deep crimson as she desperately tried to force her usual professional smile.
“P-please put the recovery herbs in this inventory bag and bring them over.”
Her face was burning hot, yet she was acting as if nothing had happened.
Why was she playing dumb?
Wait. Was it really just an accident? Was she not trying to seduce me?
No, that was impossible. No matter how he looked at it, that was a blatant invitation.
Then why did she pull away right when he was about to lick her?
Was he too clumsy? Did she change her mind? Just as Ted's anxiety began to spiral—
“I-I didn't expect my seduction to work so well... You've always been so... so distant, Ted. Like an iron wall...”
Laila mumbled, her head bowed as she fidgeted with her skirt.
Ah?
He finally understood.
She was just incredibly shy.
Because he had ignored all her subtle hints, she had decided to take a leap of faith and try something incredibly bold.
But the results had exceeded her wildest expectations. He had immediately pinned her down and stripped her panties.
Realizing they were about to have full-blown sex right then and there, her shyness had kicked in, causing her to panic and pull away.
“B-but now I know... that you only react when I push you. Next time... when we are in a more private, prepared setting...”
True to her professional nature as a receptionist, she was already analyzing his behavioral patterns.
“In a private setting...”
Whatever she was imagining, her voice trailed off as her face burned even hotter.
Then.
“F-for now... may I return to my duties...?”
She tugged gently on his sleeve, looking up at him with pleading, bashful eyes.
Hnngh! My heart!
Ted clutched his chest at her sheer, heart-melting cuteness.
There was no doubt about it. Laila was completely in love with him.
But he couldn't rush things.
He would patiently wait for this "prepared setting" she spoke of.
He had no idea when it would happen, but he was already vibrating with anticipation.
A short while later.
Ted stepped out of the back office and strapped the new inventory bag to his waist.
“Alright, I'm heading out.”
“Yes! Please stay safe out there today. I'll be waiting for you, Ted...♥”
“Thanks, Laila.”
They had been calling each other by name for months, but today, the exchange felt entirely different.
There was a sweet, intimate warmth to it, like lovers whispering to one another.
Damn, I might actually get my first girlfriend soon.
Ted tried to maintain his composure, but his inner monologue was practically screaming with excitement.
If he played his cards right, they would be doing much more than just licking next time.
There was just one tiny catch: Ted was aiming for a harem.
In this world, women vastly outnumbered men, making polygamy practically a civic duty.
Because of this, most women didn't really mind sharing a husband.
Still, there were always those who demanded exclusivity, which meant some negotiation would be required.
Well, I'll cross that bridge once Laila and I are official.
Ted offered Laila a warm smile, then turned and headed toward the exit.
But just as he reached the heavy double doors of the guild hall—
“Heh.”
Delinquent Girl A—the one who had flashed her cameltoe earlier—purposely veered into his path to shoulder-check him.
Oh? Trying to play rough, are we?
Right before impact, Ted subtly shifted his weight.
Then.
Boing!
Instead of a shoulder, Delinquent Girl A's heavy, voluptuous breast smashed directly into his chest.
Your personality might be trash, but your tits are top-tier.
Smirking inwardly at the soft sensation, Ted dramatically threw himself backward.
Thud!
“Ow! Watch where you're going!”
He put on a convincing show of indignation.
“Haha! Sucks to be you! Get out of the way next time!”
Completely oblivious to the fact that he had engineered the breast-contact, Delinquent Girl A sneered and strutted past him.
From his position on the floor, Ted got a perfect, unobstructed view right up her fluttering skirt.
He had intentionally fallen flat on his back to secure the perfect viewing angle.
But what he saw left him utterly speechless.
...No way!
Ted's eyes widened.
Right there, smack in the middle of Delinquent Girl A's tight cameltoe panties, was a dark, glistening wet spot.
This girl... don't tell me...?
She knew exactly what she was doing. She knew men were staring at her crotch, and she was getting off on flashing them.
Getting so turned on by it that she had literally soaked her underwear.
What an exemplary attitude, Delinquent Girl A. Please, never change.