Abyssal Chronicles

Chapter 484 - 485: Lingerie [23/25]

2 More chapters will be relased today but not now, maybe after i come back from uni.

"Do you have something I can wear, Yumo?" The silver-haired girl asked, sounding a bit worried.

"Well, usually there are some clothes in the guest room for unexpected guests. But, since the rooms were damaged, those clothes were probably ruined. My room might be the only one with any clothes left."

Seeing Yumo’s thoughtful look, the silver-haired girl felt hopeful,

"Really? Can I wear your clothes?"

"Yes, you’re about my size, so my clothes should fit you."

"Thank you, Yumo~!"

...

A few minutes later, Yumo sat on the couch, watching Mengxi with mixed feelings. After Yumo had helped her dry off, the girl had put on a large white shirt that she found in her wardrobe, which was long enough to be worn as a dress. Yumo wasn’t sure why she had such a shirt in her living room, but at least it covered the girl.

However, Yumo started to doubt her decision. For some reason, the girl seemed even more sexy in the white shirt than she had in the towel.

At that moment, Mengxi cascaded down her back. She had rolled up the sleeves of the shirt to search the wardrobe, revealing her smooth arms. Her bare feet touched the cool floor, causing her to curl her toes. She looked so delicate and lovely that Yumo had an urge to take care of her, maybe even to hold her close.

Some might even want to be ’closer’...

Mengxi’s white shirt struggled to cover her bosom, swaying with each movement, drawing eyes with ease.

What was even more arousing was that, due to her half-crouched position, the bottom of the shirt, already akin to a mini skirt, rose and fell with the girl’s movements, revealing tantalizing glimpses of what lay beneath...

It’s worth noting that Mengxi wasn’t wearing anything beneath that shirt...

Seeing this, Yumo took several deep breaths, trying to stay composed. It made her realize that sometimes, a little mystery is more alluring than laying everything bare. Even being familiar with Mengxi, Yumo was taken aback by the sight.

To calm her heart, Yumo, with a slightly reddened face, quickly turned her head and began to seriously read the student reports submitted today. It seemed she wanted to use work to distract herself.

’Focus, Yumo. Just work and don’t overthink,’

However, just as Yumo was trying to calm herself, Mengxi’s clear and melodious voice slowly reached her ears,

"Um... Yumo?"

Mengxi’s voice was as pleasant as always. But this time, there was a shade of hesitation in her words, as if she had something difficult to say.

Sensing Mengxi’s emotions, Yumo furrowed her eyebrows, put down the report in her hand, and turned to look at the silver-haired girl.

"What... what’s wrong?"

Then, Yumo instantly realized why Mengxi was hesitant to speak. Because at that moment, Mengxi slowly brought her hands up to her chest, and what she showed in front of Yumo was a delicate piece of pink lace underwear. However, this wasn’t just any underwear. The fabric of this ladies’ underwear was very minimal, barely covering anything.

It wasn’t even...

A sheer bra...

Yes, it was lingerie... but not just any lingerie; it was a legendary piece of erotic lingerie...

The moment Yumo saw this lingerie, she held her breath, her eyes widened, and she stood there stunned, not knowing what to do, staring at the very provocative, minimal fabric garment. On the other side, Mengxi tilted her head, her lips curling up slightly in amusement,

"Is this... yours, Yumo?"

"I can’t believe it, You dare to wear this kind of lingerie? You’re so bold Yumoo~"

Mengxi’s mischievous little demon seemed to have awakened.

She eyed Yumo up and down, her gaze lingering a little too long on ’certain areas’. That sly smile then hinted at an inside joke.

"No wonder you didn’t join me for that bath earlier."

"No... it’s not like that..."

As Mengxi’s teasing words continued to echo in her ears, Yumo’s heart was almost about to leap out of her chest. The indescribable sense of embarrassment surged through the narrow space between her temples, as if it was determined to tear her apart.

Mengxi’s teasing made Yumo’s heart race, the heat of embarrassment burning from her face all the way down to her toes. It was as if she was caught in a spicy secret.

After a few seconds of daze, Yumo suddenly jumped up from the sofa, shaking her head and waving her hands frantically, denying Mengxi’s words with urgency.

"No, that’s not true! I’m not wearing anything!"

"Not... wearing anything?! Yumo, are you also going commando? So bold! So, does that mean you’re usually at home without panties?"

"No! That’s not it! Don’t jump to conclusions! What I meant was, I’m wearing regular underwear, not this kind of erotic lingerie! If you don’t believe me, I’ll show you!"

Saying that, Yumo grabbed the hem of her skirt and pulled it up halfway. However, in the midst of doing so, she suddenly came to her senses.

’Huh?’

Realizing that she was doing something foolish, Yumo smacked her own forehead with her hand. Then, under Mengxi’s somewhat disappointed gaze, she let go of her skirt. After all, directly lifting her skirt to show her underwear to someone was too perverted, right?

’What am I thinking?’

’Calm down, Yumo!’

After a couple of deep breaths and some internal self-soothing, the blush on Yumo’s face slightly faded.

"Look, all you need to know is I don’t wear that kind of lingerie. I didn’t bathe with you because I’d already showered! And those clothes you’re holding? I’ve never worn them!"

"Never worn them? Then why... do you have them?"

Mengxi asked, her doubt evident as she glanced over to the wardrobe. The wide array of intimates made even Mengxi’s cheeks turn pinky.

"And there’s so many... from lacy ones, thongs, floral risqué lingerie, strappy ones, deep V bodysuits... even some transparent ones. Yumo, are these... all yours? You buy this kind of stuff?"

"No, they’re not mine!"

Yumo hurriedly shook her head. If she indeed had such clothes, even if she’d never worn them, Mengxi would definitely think of her as some lewd or unsatisfied sister. Her carefully cultivated image of being steady and reliable would be shattered. This would make all her lectures about modesty to Mengxi seem hypocritical. Most importantly, how would she ever face Mengxi again?

Yumo felt a wave of anxiety. But as the anxiety grew, a hint of anger flashed in her eyes.

’Little Seba! That old rascal! Why would he prepare such clothes? Is he trying to ruin me?!’

At that moment, Yumo felt the urge to grab a feather duster and chase someone down.