(chapter originally by Misayaka on writing.com)
Ken steeled himself before he leaned to one side so he could look under the table. He needed to know what was going on, and loathe as he was to admit it... he felt he wasn't likely to get another chance like this anytime soon. "Uh... are, are you okay... semp-" The start of the concern-tinged question was all Ken managed before he saw a wide-eyed redhaired girl, **** to conceal her nudity, looking back at him with 'oh-please-kill-me-now' dread.
For that heart-stopping moment, his gaze had taken in too many details. The outline of Minako's cleavage behind her arms, the curves of her legs, the smooth surface of her abdomen... and the girl's hopeless efforts to conceal as much as possible, resulting in quite the opposite.
"W, wow..." Ken's reaction wasn't quite as perverse or disoriented as either of his sempai's might have been... which let him all the more transfixed on taking in every detail of the girl's body. He felt like he was staring at pure art, in the flesh.
"KEN!" Minako practically hissed his name between her lips, **** not to draw any more attention, even as her face positively _burned _red. "G, give me the apron!"
"The... apron?" Ken dumbly repeated those words, then was finally jarred out of his reverie. "...sorry, I-..I'll get right to it..." Vaguely aware of how hot his own face felt, he went to sit up and stop making a fool of himself.
Unfortunately, he reacted a little too suddenly. With newfound haste, Ken had begun to retreat from his conspicuous posture beneath the table, only to realize he had...
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