(chapter originally by Misayaka on writing.com)
Minako's frantic reaction hadn't been exactly thought through. She simply came to the logical conclusion that there was no way she could retie her apron sitting out in the open... and definitely not in front of Ken.
So with her arms still intent on covering her exposed breasts, she extended her legs out beneath the booth and slid down until she was completely out of sight.
As the near-catatonic Ken watched on in disbelief, he witnessed what Minako hadn't quite realized, the rear knot of her apron slipping out of place as the redhaired girl clamored into hiding... leaving it abandoned in wake of her presence.
Then, finally, Ken found he regained the ability to form words. "M, Minako, your-...Uh..."
It was a small blessing that he had no line of sight to the vanished girl, but with a small gulp of tension, Ken had easily put two and two together.
Minako was naked. Not wearing anything, right under the table by his feet.
Ken was fairly certain he had never blushed harder in his life.
At the faint sound of a feminine voice, he finally snapped out of his dreamlike reverie. He could hear a panicked stifled cry from beneath the table.
Minako needed help, and he was acting like a hormone-driven kid! Ken had to do something. Acting on impulse, Ken decided to...
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