(Chapter originally by Misayaka on writing.com)
Despite Minako's wild guess as an attempt at rationalizing the situation, Mitsuru's absolute lack of reaction had nothing to do with the Shadow's influence. She was just that stunned, both by Minako's uncharismatic actions and the sheer gall that it took to undress her in public.
Minako just smiled sweetly at Mitsuru's flustered expression, and relocated her hands to nestle around her elder's hips.
"Ooh, let's see what else matches them..."
"A, Arisa-!" That definitely got a reaction out of Mitsuru, but it was a bit late. The jubilant girl had undone her skirt and tugged it right off her waist in one swift motion, giving a murmur of approval to the sight of the black underwear.
Functional, but attractive.
"What, you want me to stop?" Minako frowned, almost seeming to pout as she innocently rested her hands on Mitsuru's bare hips, watching the flustered redhead expectantly.
Mitsuru...
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