As I stood there, Rindou and Wirt suddenly jumped up from their seats in front of me. Their hands slammed onto the desk in a forward-leaning stance. Due to the limited seating in Class 1-4, I was positioned right behind them, and from my angle, the mysterious realm beneath their fluttering skirts was on the verge of revealing itself.
Catching a glimpse of a saint's panties was an offense punishable by death.
Instinctively, I tried to avert my gaze.
But in that moment, I lost control. Time seemed to slow down. The fabric lifted in slow motion, and despite knowing I shouldn't look, my gaze was helplessly drawn toward the irresistible force before me—just like a pinned note unable to break free from a corkboard.
Hmm, I see. Another piece of wisdom gained. Huh, pretty lewd.
"Hauu!"
Rindou hastily pressed down on Wirt's skirt.
I quickly averted my gaze, but it was already too late.
"Akaya, were you looking at Wirt's underwear?"
"Don't be ridiculous."
