A More Intimate Form of Address
As Kitasan Black clutched the lace of her underwear, her thoughts racing, Daitaku Helios and Mejiro Yoshinobu swiftly exchanged a glance.
Seeing the sense of a scheme succeeding in each other's eyes, they traded another knowing look.
"So that's how it is. If it's Anjing... it should be okay, right?"
Waving her hand a little exaggeratedly, Daitaku Helios smiled.
"After all, he's your assigned Trainer, not exactly an outsider. He's watched swimming practice before, too.
"Come to think of it, when I went to an underwear store with my Trainer before, I even had them help me pick out underwear styles."
"You're pretty bold," Mejiro Yoshinobu said in perfect coordination, shrugging. "I've had my Trainer do that too, but my Trainer is a woman. If it were someone of the opposite sex... I don't think I could do something like that."
"Well, it's not like I'm particularly bold."
Daitaku Helios waved her hand and smiled. "It's just that I like my Trainer super, super much, so asking them to help me pick underwear feels perfectly normal."
After putting on a few lines like a comedy routine, she looked at Kitasan Black curiously and asked, "Come to think of it, Little Kita... do you have any special feelings toward Anjing? Like, do you like him or something?
"Or does Anjing seem like he likes you?"
The moment the words left her mouth, she saw the junior before her freeze. Then, every bit of skin exposed outside her clothes instantly turned as red as a fully cooked shrimp.
Pretending not to notice, she raised a finger and guessed, "Or maybe he just cares a lot about Little Kita.
"Like how professional he was when helping the clerk analyze the underwear just now. Maybe he'd secretly studied