Recruit a Right Hand Woman

Hajime stepped out of the barn, a new plan in hand. He headed for the hotel on a mission. A group of confused guys all stood together a tad dazed, each holding their underwear in their hand. Hajime decided to ignore them, they’d snap out of it eventually. A little while later he arrived at the hotel, stepping into the lobby. The sound of a casual arcade being played filled the room.

“Chiaki, hey. Can we… talk?” He mumbled, noticing on the ground a few feet away was a discarded bra. A sigh escaped him, he said underwear, not just panties.

“Hajime…? One second, let me finish this level.” She said with laser focus. It seemed shockingly easy for her, in a way Hajime didn’t quite understand. “Okay. Hey Hajime, do you need something?”

“Yeah uh, I just wanted to ask you a few things. If that’s alright.” The girl nodded in response. “Alright well… I guess first things first. You don’t have panties on, do you?”

What had been a slight blush burned bright red. “Um, that’s right.”

Hajime fished out her panties. “Do you… want to put them on?”

A brief look of confusion covered her face, as if she wanted to say yes but couldn’t. “That was a gift to you, I can’t take them back.”

“Right… well, why don’t you go back to your cottage? Grab another pair.”

“I don’t have any more.” She said through red cheeks. “When we got to the island, there was only one pair for each of the girls.”

Hajime grit his teeth. That was demonstrably untrue, but it was clear he wasn’t gonna get anywhere. “Okay, what about your bra?” He had been trying to **** himself to stare squarely at her face but as he asked that, he glanced down. Her chest poked against her tight shirt, her nipples outlined pretty clearly.

“Same thing…” He managed to tear his eyes away from her, looking at the discarded bra on the floor. “I accidentally shrunk that one in the wash. It doesn’t fit anymore.”

“So you’re really just… completely commando? And you’re okay with that?”

“It’s a bit embarrassing I guess… okay maybe a bit more than a bit.” She shrugs. “I feel pretty exposed, especially down there. But I just have to accept it, there’s nothing we can do.” Her blush stayed strong. “It’s weird, Hajime. I feel like I can talk to you about anything.”

“I wonder why…” He asked semi-sarcastically. She just took a step closer, almost letting her body rest on his.

“There’s… actually a part of me that likes it too. It’s super embarrassing, I think… but…” She paused, trying to find words. “I got it. It’s like a challenge run. Where you make the rules harder on yourself for a more difficult playthrough. Thank you Hajime, thinking about it like that makes it a lot easier to handle.”

He squinted. “You’re welcome, I guess. Say, after we eat can you stop by my room? I’ve got a few more questions.”

“Sure. I’m gonna get back to my game now.” She smiled and pulled out a quarter, pushing it towards the machine. Somehow, despite how seasoned she was at inserting quarters into machines, it slipped out of her hand and rolled underneath. “Oh darn…” She pouted. There was a moment where Hajime wasn’t sure what she was gonna do.

His last thought was she’d bend over, fumbling under the cabinet. Mostly because her doing that would give him a full view of everything under her skirt. He turned beet red and looked away. Unfortunately, the image of her soft ass had burned its way into his memory before he could stop it.