The two girls swapped glances, whispering "Huh? What's up?" in flustered little voices.
Perfect—just perfect.
Their wide-eyed looks screamed, Why's a guy this hot talking to us!? I'd feel the same if I were them.
"Is that dancing girl your friend?" I asked.
"Y-Yeah," the short-haired one mumbled.
"Yes, that's right!" the ponytail chirped.
They eyed me, curious about my angle. I nodded toward their friend.
"She's moving so hard, stuff's showing. That cool with you?"
I kept it light, like a friendly heads-up.
They caught on quick and giggled.
"Oh, her panties?" the ponytail said.
"Yeah, no big deal. It's mostly girls here anyway," the short-haired one added.
True, guys were rare in this place.
But not nonexistent—odd they'd brush it off.
"Does it bother you, though? Yuki's panties?" the ponytail teased.
So the dancer's Yuki.
"Saki-chan, stop! That's sexual harassment!" the short-haired one hissed.
Saki's the chill one, then. And this one's…?
"Maki, you're too uptight. It's fine—he started it, right, mister?" Saki grinned.
Maki's the proper one. Got it—Maki, Saki, Yuki. Straight-laced Maki, easygoing Saki. What's Yuki like?
"Nah, not harassment. And yeah, when stuff shows, my eyes just… follow," I said with a shrug.
Brushing off the harassment vibe, I hinted at my interest. Maki and Saki locked eyes, then squealed—"Kyaa!"—thrilled, not scared.
"Guys like looking at girls' panties?" Saki leaned in, bold as hell.
Middle-schoolers at their horniest. I was the same back then—sex just clicking, everything a mystery to chase.
Maki peeked at me too, waiting for my answer.
"It's not the panties themselves. It's the moment they show—that's the kick."
They tilted their heads, puzzled. Too deep for them, maybe. They'll get it eventually—someday they'll decode what this arcade stud meant.
"Hmm, dunno… but this isn't a kick?" Saki said, yanking her miniskirt up.
What the—
"Fun now?" she smirked.
Blue-and-white stripes flashed in my face, no hesitation.
A wild move—living the "innocent tease" trope right here. I'd been smug a second ago, but her raw, fearless spark outshone me. Dazzling.
Thanks, naughty goddess. Me and my dick salute you.
"Huh? Not fun, mister?" Saki asked.
"Fun—damn fun. You're a natural—no lessons left to teach," I said, grinning.
"Natural? What's that mean? But the 'moment' thing's fine?" she pressed.
"Might be over your head, but this? Best moment ever."
I shot her a warm, knowing smile. A middle-school girl flashing her panties on purpose—nobody else in this world would get the thrill like I do.
"Saki-chan, that's gross! Sorry, mister!" Maki smacked Saki's hand down, fixing her skirt.
"Ow! What's your deal, Maki?"
Maki's face said it all—she wanted to dive into this dirty chat, but her good-girl side wouldn't let her. Fair—I'll play the wise older guy and nudge her along.
"What color's yours, Maki-chan?"
Past-life me? Cuffed on the spot. Here? Different game.
"Uh, um… pink," she stammered.
"With that skirt, playing that game—they'd peek out, right?"
"Y-Yes, probably."
"Guess I'll watch you play, then."
"W-What? Uh…"
Maki floundered, torn but not mad. That inner clash? Adorable.
"Me too! Watch me—I'm decent at it!" Saki jumped in.
She just wants a hype man, huh?
"Phew, hot… wait, what's this?" a soft voice broke in.
Yuki wandered over, twintails swaying, her airy tone laced with confusion. Her face reddened as she got closer—not just from dancing, I'd wager.
"Uh, who's… that guy?" she mumbled, surprise and shyness mixing in.
Her eyes stayed locked on me, though.
"Yuki, nice job! This guy said your panties were showing, then got reverse-hit-on!" Saki teased.
Pretty much the score so far.
"No! He just warned me about it!" Maki blurted, flustered.
Worried I'd look creepy? Sweet kid.
"W-What's going on here?" Yuki fidgeted, pressing her skirt down late, still staring at me with bright eyes.