88. Elves, Right?
“Shiro. Nice to meet you.” “T-Takuma. Nice to meet you too.”
After exchanging polite greetings, Shiro immediately grabbed both of Takuma’s hands with her own, pulled him close, wrapped her left arm around his right one, and pressed her huge chest firmly against him.
“U-um…”
Takuma’s body froze at her smooth, flowing movements. He acted like a virgin would.
“Is something wrong? Are you perhaps not fond of this kind of thing?” “N-No! I’m happy!” “Then it’s good. Now, this way.”
Following Shiro’s guidance, Takuma and Shiro walked from the entrance with reception, down a corridor, and entered one private room.
“First, please tell me what clothing you’d like me to wear.”
The room was filled with every kind of garment imaginable. Of course there were ordinary clothes, but there were also school uniforms from somewhere and maid outfits.
“Whichever outfit you like, please tell me. I’ll change right away.” “Can I take a little time to think?” “Yes, please take your time.”
With those words, Shiro let go of Takuma’s arm and sat down at the entrance, leaving him alone with the clothes.
The soft, pleasant sensation of Shiro’s body was still fresh, but he had to decide on the outfit first. He could feel that sensation again anytime he wanted.
For now, Takuma walked straight from the room’s entrance toward the back, checking both sides.
There really were countless kinds of clothes, and his eyes kept darting from one to another.
Near the entrance, there were many clothes, but as he went deeper, the fabric area became smaller and underwear became more noticeable.
There were swimsuits he recognized, as well as brand-new ones with holes only at the nipples. The underwear was the same — some he recognized, some he didn’t.
His knowledge was nothing more than erotic videos or comics from his original world, so he couldn’t use them as reference. But did people really wear such things outside of places like this? Or were they made specifically for shops like this?
He was lost in thought for a moment, but immediately snapped back to reality.
More important than that was choosing the outfit for Shiro.
Among all the clothes here, which one would excite him the most? That was the question. And that was when he realized something.
“Shiro-san, I have one question.” “Yes, what is it?” “Um… Right now, what kind of underwear are you wearing?”
This question would have been an instant death sentence outside of a place like this, but here it was the most important one.
Because there were so many underwear available. The shop was saying, “Please choose whatever you like.” Not choosing would be a loss.
Among the clothes, underwear had extremely high importance — possibly even more important than the clothes themselves.
For a cool older sister, black would suit her perfectly. For a cute little sister type, pure white.
Underwear at the very back of the clothes could instantly change a man’s excitement level. Just the color alone could release suppressed desires. Underwear was that important.
And his current partner was the silver-haired, long-haired, huge-breasted older-sister-type elf beauty.
If he could choose underwear that perfectly matched this two-dimensional, full-of-character woman, he could go even higher.
He imagined it: among all these, the underwear that would match Shiro.
“I’m not wearing any.”
“…Eh?”
From far away, it sounded like Shiro had said something.
She was not wearing any. In the language he knew, that meant no underwear.
In other words, under that white dress was bare breasts, and when he lifted the dress, instead of fabric he would see… Touhou.
In short, the soft sensation he had been feeling until just now was the thin fabric of the dress and Shiro’s breasts themselves.
“Shiro-san, you’re not wearing any underwear at all right now…?” “Yes.”
Shiro answered calmly and politely, but Takuma’s head was no longer calm.
Why had he forgotten?
About 80% of the elf girls in the erotic fan comics he had seen never wore underwear.
Elves were different from humans. Therefore, their culture was also different.
He had forgotten one part of that different culture.
No bra, no panties — that was their norm.
(Wait, hold on…)
He had made a mistake in his excitement.
Underwear was underwear, but what they weren’t wearing was only the bra.
Panties? Elves wore those, right?
That was why virgins were troublesome. He needed to grow up more.
“Shiro-san, what are you wearing on the bottom?” “Bottom, you say…?” “Yes, the bottom.” “Um… Then I’m not wearing anything on the bottom.” “…Uh… So, no underwear panties, right?” “Yes. That’s correct.”
He was wrong. His fantasies, his hopes — they had all been correct.
Elves in another world don’t wear underwear. This might become a new discovery about another world.
In that case, all the elves here were… wearing nothing under their clothes?
“We are all wearing the minimum clothing to accommodate our customers’ wishes.” “…I-I see…”
That was it. This was a brothel. A shop that did such things. Of course it was normal. Yeah.
As an inexplicable wave of sadness washed over him, one of his hopes flowed away, and Takuma held back his tears while shifting his gaze to the surrounding clothes.
He had to decide quickly. It wasn’t right to keep Shiro waiting forever.
“Um, Takuma-san.” “Yes?” “If it’s okay, I have one request…” “Is something wrong?” “I’m very sorry, but I don’t want to hear the word ‘no bra.’ Is that possible?” “I-It’s fine, but could you tell me why?” “It’s very selfish, but we elves don’t normally wear bras. Also, if we wore bras, elves would have various problems… T-Takuma-san?!”
Aah, his hope hadn’t disappeared after all.
It had been there.
Elves didn’t wear bras. Just that fact alone made him cry tears of joy as if he were about to leave today, and he was extremely satisfied.