The Service Club fell silent once more. Masuzu Natsukawa instinctively tugged at the hem of her skirt, but after doing so, she realized something was wrong. She was wearing them today!!!
Ahem. The reason she hadn't worn any before was because she didn't think anyone would notice, but ever since the last time Sogo Doma had...
Just as Masuzu Natsukawa vaguely realized that her actions were rather inappropriate—practically admitting it without being prompted—Utaha Kasumigaoka coldly remarked, "Just as expected of you, Trash Sogo..."
"Scumbag..." Yukino Yukinoshita added. "How could I have thought you were merely greedy for money? I never expected you to..."
"What?" Before she could finish, Sogo Doma said, "You were the ones who said I was blackmailing someone, so I kindly demonstrated what blackmail actually looks like..."
"Heh heh..."
"And what's with calling me a scumbag..." That laughter made Sogo Doma feel rather offended. "If I really were a scumbag, I wouldn't have said anything. Wouldn't secretly watching have been better?"
Yukino and the others: "..."
That did make a certain amount of sense, but a scumbag was still a scumbag. That assessment absolutely wouldn't change. After all, Natsukawa... Wait, Natsukawa really wasn't wearing any?
At the same time.
"Bastard, who are you saying isn't wearing any?" Masuzu Natsukawa finally recovered from her embarrassment.
"Come on..." Sogo Doma said. "Didn't I say I was only demonstrating the process of blackmail? If I put it another way, say, Eriri, you wouldn't want people to know you still wet the bed at eleven..."
Before he could finish, the Little Golden Retriever, who had somehow been caught in the crossfire, exploded. "Who are you saying wet the bed!?"
"I told you, it's just a demonstration..." Sogo Doma merely spread his hands. "Surely you don't actually believe even this... right?"
"My,