[Special Episode 1] Sao’s Theory on Panties

Panties are just a piece of cloth, right?

I honestly don’t get why people worship them so much. Sure, a peek of panties under a skirt makes your heart race, but isn't that just because it's a proxy for the excitement of the woman's crotch itself?

A woman’s crotch is a magnificent thing.

There’s the lushness of the buttocks, the source of the thighs, and above all, the ultimate destination of sex: the genitals. No man alive isn't stirred by a woman’s crotch.

Panties are simply the thing that covers that treasure. They are the wrapping paper on the gift. There’s no better metaphor. Beautiful patterns on wrapping paper build the anticipation to a fever pitch, but in the end, it’s meant to be torn off. Just as wrapping paper loses its value once separated from the gift, panties lose their role and meaning once a woman takes them off.

That’s all they are. Just panties.

I, Sao, pride myself on never losing sight of the essence of what’s truly important.

And yet, if I were to describe the scenery in front of me right now...

I was about to see some panties.

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The setting: the training grounds of the Royal Academy. This school, built to foster the nation's elite, has facilities scattered about for students to train on their own. This was one of them. Students who specialize in swordplay or other weapons come here to hone their skills, striking at the rows of straw dummies.

My sister, Calibur was currently swinging her sword at one of them.

"Ei! Hah!"

Her 'Divine Calling' is [Holy Knight], so she needs to be proficient with a blade. She’s diligent, training here almost every day. I started out training with her, thrusting my rod into the dummies, but after I pulverized the third one, I realized I’d be in trouble for property damage if I kept going, so I stopped.

Now, I just watch over her training from the sidelines.

The problem was that I got tired of standing and sat down on the ground. Me, sitting. Her, standing.

The difference in height put my eye level exactly at her waist. Since she was focused on the training dummy, she had her back turned to me, which meant I had a perfect view of her rear.

What a location.

A typical light novel protagonist would probably blush and look away. But me? I stared. I stared at her butt with everything I had. Intense scrutiny.

To make matters "worse," the female school uniform featured a skirt—and a daringly short one at that. In short, a miniskirt. Here she was in the training grounds, still in her uniform, swinging her sword and shaking her hips in that miniskirt.

With a skirt that short and movements that intense... well, the fabric wrapped around her waist was bound to flutter. And the things beneath it were bound to peek through.

"...Pink today, huh."

The color of her panties.

Normally, I wouldn't be able to see them. Even in a miniskirt, Sis knows exactly how much she can move before the skirt flies up, and she usually avoids careless movements. But because I was sitting low, staring at her butt from an angle that doesn't exist in normal daily life, the "borderline" had shifted.

Every time she stepped forward or retreated with her sword, her skirt fluttered up. A perfect "pan-chira" (panty-peek) opportunity visited me every second.

It was heaven.

Pink panties glimpsed from beneath a skirt fluttering like butterfly wings! How provocative.

It’s truly a mystery. Sis and I have already coupled more times than I can count. I’ve seen her naked countless times—her bare butt, her breasts, even her vivid nipples and the perfect circles of her areolas. I’ve seen her deeply enough to count the wrinkles on her back door. There shouldn't be a single part of her I haven't touched, so why does a mere pair of panties make my heart race like this?

As the skirt flipped and the pink glow flashed, I couldn't contain my excitement. I knew it was wrong, but I leaned my body over, trying to peer into the skirt from an even lower angle. I felt like a Mario Kart driver leaning into a sharp corner.

"...What are you doing, Sao?"

Big Sis wasn't so dense that she’d fail to notice a gaze like that. Especially one directed at her "essential" womanly parts.

She turned around and our eyes locked—hers full of suspicion, mine at a 45-degree angle in "Mario Kart mode."

"Oh, uh, this? I’m just... stretching my side! Yeah!"

The clumsy excuse only made the truth more obvious. A "disgusted" yet playful smile spread across her face.

"Oh, Sao? Did you want to see your big sister’s panties that badly...?"

"Guh...!"

"What a strange boy. You’ve seen my breasts, my pussy, and even my butt-hole thousands of times. Why are you getting excited over panties now?"

Damn you, Sis! She said exactly what I was thinking!

"You see the 'real' thing every day, yet you still want to see the panties. I wonder if panties have some kind of special power...?"

She looked around to check if anyone was there. It was late after school; most students had already left for the day, leaving only the dedicated—or the weirdos—behind. The training ground was hollow and empty. Just the two of us.

Which meant she could do... this.

"If you want to see them so badly, I'll show you... ❤️❤️"

Caliba reached down and hiked up her own skirt. The crotch that was supposed to be protected by the hem was now fully exposed! The pink fabric wrapped around her center.

"Today, Big Sister is wearing pink panties! ❤️❤️"

I know. I can see them with my own two eyes.

The overwhelming presence of a girl intentionally showing her panties is a completely different beast from a momentary peek. The surface area and the sheer duration of the view were far superior. I could appreciate every detail.

And the panties were intricate enough to withstand such detailed appreciation. The embroidery was so fine! I knew women's underwear often had embroidery, but seeing it up close... it was beautiful.

A floral pattern. Very girly. It felt like a gap from her usual bright, tomboyish, "stronger than the boys" personality.

"You're thinking that floral embroidery doesn't suit me, aren't you? It's true I'm a warrior, but you're the one who 'opened up' my feminine side, aren't you, Sao?"

As she spoke, she wiggled her panty-clad crotch side-to-side.

"I’m a woman who’s been ravaged by a man and made to moan like a slut. ❤️❤️ That’s why showing my panties to my 'Pole Master' isn't embarrassing at all. It actually makes me happy. ❤️❤️"

She even spread her legs into a wide stance, thrusting her crotch forward so I could see the gusset at the bottom of the panties.

She was no longer a girl showing her panties. She was a girl flaunting them. I was ready to lunge at her and tear them off, but a voice interrupted me just in time.

"Sao, Calibur, sorry to keep you waiting."

A third figure appeared in the training hall: Lady Staff. She’d been tied up with some tea party with other noble daughters, which had kept her away from us. It was one of the reasons we were still here so late.

"Ugh, noble duties are so tedious. I’d much rather spend my time playing with you two... and look at that, you’re already doing something interesting! ❤️❤️"

Lady Staff immediately grasped the situation. Heart marks practically floated in her eyes.

"What a peculiar hobby! You've seen her breasts, her pussy, and even her butt-hole, yet you're rejoicing over panties now?"

Lady Staff was repeating the same thing I’d thought and Big Sis had said!

"Lady Staff, panties are special to boys! ❤️❤️ No matter how many times they've had sex, seeing the panties is still a joy! ❤️❤️ So let’s be generous and show him ours! ❤️❤️"

"So even after having our pussies poked and prodded, our panties still have value? ❤️❤️ How lovely! ❤️❤️"

Ugh, her words are full of truth! No matter how many times a man plows a woman, her panties remain a radiant sanctuary. (Even if Caliba’s were glowing pink.) The color changes based on a woman’s mood and choice... that is the allure of the panties.

"Then I shall follow Caliba’s lead... ❤️❤️"

Lady Staff hiked up her own skirt, revealing... young-grass green panties?!

"Is it strange for someone like me, who has been violated by Sao so many times, to wear such a 'pure' color? I hope you don't think I'm acting too young for my age."

Not at all! No matter how many times she’s been violated... or how many times I’ve finished inside her to bring out her maturity as a mother-to-be, Lady Staff is still vibrant and youthful! By becoming my "flesh-pot," she’s become the perfect lady, combining a girl’s spirit with a mature woman’s allure! Same for Sis!

"Ufufu, getting excited over a little piece of cloth... boys are so simple. ❤️❤️ If you wanted, Sao, I’d strip this scrap of fabric off and spread my hole wide for you anytime. ❤️❤️"

"Aren't stupid boys just the cutest? ❤️❤️ Look, Sao, get excited over Big Sister’s panties! ❤️❤️ P-a-n-t-i-e-s! ❤️❤️ P-a-n-t-i-e-s! ❤️❤️ P-a-n-t-i-e-s! ❤️❤️❤️❤️"

Caliba wiggled her hips, her underwear fully on display. Lady Staff mimicked her.

"They're p-a-n-t-i-e-s! ❤️❤️ Ufufufufu... ❤️❤️"

Pink and green butterflies danced vividly before my eyes. How provocative. Every time these bewitching butterflies crossed my vision, I lost my reason and my thoughts; I couldn't look away. In the empty training hall, I was lost in the illusion of fluttering wings.

"Did you enjoy the panties, Sao? But you know, we aren't innocent virgins. We can't be satisfied with just this. ❤️❤️"

"Exactly. ❤️❤️ Please give our pussies—the ones hidden beneath these panties—the carnal pleasure you taught us."

Caliba and Lady Staff closed their legs for a moment, tucking their respective butterflies back into their skirts. Then, the pink and green fabric slid down their seductive thighs...!

"Here. I'm giving you my favorite panties, Sao. ❤️❤️ In exchange... ❤️❤️"

"Please give a thorough punishment to the holes of the naughty girls who soaked their panties through. ❤️❤️"

They dropped their skirts, and once again, their crotches were revealed—blooming like magnificent meat-flowers.

That’s right. Panties are... the butterflies that rest upon the meat-flowers of a woman’s crotch!

Panties truly are magnificent!!

A butterfly is drawn to nectar and rests on a flower! And the flower of a woman becomes even more vivid when the nectar-drinker is near!

Time to put my stamen inside!

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