「What’er ya sayin’! These curves o’ da base o’ da thighs o’ da bloomers! Da blazers’ top bein’ an impenetrable fortress an’ da bottom bein’ a flutterin’ mini-skirt, dis Golden Rule! In da middle of weavin’ ‘em, I was aroused over an’ over again! It’s ‘cause I really was tired o’ only doin’ suku mizus. Tha’ was da greatest week ever.」
Ariadne-san talked with a whole faced smile but, ……Yu~p, I really can’t understand her feelings.
「As I thought, we need a model. Naturally, the big breasted, beautiful Onee-sama type!」
「As usual, a dark laugh suits ya, don’t it~. Well, I do support tha’ idea! Naturally, da thin’ called clothin’ is somethin’ meant ta be worn. So, do ya have anyone in mind ta model?」
「There is one but, it seems that the next time I do it, I won’t get off so easily.」
「Wha’s da matter?」
「Ahh, it’s nothing. Just talking to myself.」
Still, this is troubling. If Bernadette were here, I could talk her into cosplaying again but, it seems that she hasn’t come back since yesterday so……
「What should I do wit’ this?」
Ariadne-san pointed at the uniforms that were piled up on the luggage carrier and sighed.
However, as long as I can’t use Mareeda-san or Bernadette, there aren’t any model-like beauties among my acquaintances.
「What’ll we do.」
There’s nothing more that can be done. At this point, there’s no choice but to deliver this mountain of uniforms to Lizwadia’s Headmaster just like that……
And then, for me as the one who planned this, isn’t that something that is way too irresponsible?
I have to deliver a finished product. However, the current uniforms are existences that are far from being finished products. The reason why is that despite being assumed that it would be something worn by women, its appearance of being worn by a woman is something I, I! It’s because it’s something I haven’t seen!
And so, in order to complete that, I need to have them tried on by sexy Onee-samas and enjoy it with eyes that seem to be licking them all over!
This is, already a responsibility of mine.
Even though I say this, there isn’t a model. Now then, what should we do.
「Yashiro-san……」
「Wha?」
As Ariadne-san and I were being troubled, someone called out to us. Moreover, with my name.
I thought “come to think of it, it’s a voice I’ve heard before,” then, turning my head, I stopped moving as if I had been frozen.
「It’s been a long time, Yashiro-sa―――」
「Gyaaaaaaaahhh!!! ……Wait, well if it isn’t Doto-sensei. What’s the matter?」
Because there was a close-up of Dotorangé-sensei’s face ahead of me when I turned my head, I jumped back while I screamed.
「The Headmaster is searching for you, Yashiro-san. Would you have some spare time right now?」
With a pointlessly dandy voice that was contrary to his terrifying face, Doto-san continued on.
「Well, right now, I don’t really have the……No, wait a sec.」
Seeing Doto-san’s face, I remembered. That’s right, there’s the academy’s teacher, isn’t there!
The good looking, sexy bodied, whose slanted eyes were charming, female teacher!!