She Professed Herself The Pupil Of The Wiseman (WN)

Two hundred forty-two.

The body is not meant to be a girl now. However, there was no compromise on Mira's acceptance of the status quo. Full pursuit of ideals.

"In a word, pants are hidden, but there's a lot going on..."

Was the boulder a store with a wide range of products, and there were also a number of different kinds of things like what Mira wanted. From such a number, Mira indulges with the exclusion of anything that disturbs her own seductive leg silhouette.

Something that can hide your pants without compromising the appeal of your miniskirt. Leggings, coats, tights, etc on shorts. There are many kinds of just checking the whole thing, and Mira worries about which one is better.

"Well, don't try anything."

Seems quicker to actually put it on and make sure than to think with your head. So intuitive, Mira headed in front of her to try it out from what was close to her. Without noticing the fitting room.

Try shorts first. You can't see it from the hem of your skirt, it's as cute as ever.

Then Mira scrolls up with her hands on the hem of her skirt. Then again, there were only shorts that could stay put and go out, and the underwear pants were completely hidden. The shorts follow the trousers, and the less skirt but no problem, the more likely they are to be able to move around without worrying about the pants.

"It's no exaggeration to call it an iron wall."

Mira checked the roll of her skirt and the cover of her shorts as she stepped and jumped on the spot. And I am convinced that it has the advantage of achieving the objective of hiding the pants and not interrupting the ease of movement.

"This looks good as a first candidate."

Short pants inside a miniskirt. If there was a woman in such a combination, Mira would have been outraged. Because it prunes away the sprouts of the possibility that you'll see it by chance somewhere. But this time it's about me, and the purpose is to prune the bud.

Keeping the cuteness of a mini skirt, you can move without worrying about your pants. I see. I thought Mira understood that this was an effective combination. But I still thought I couldn't deny my disappointment as I rolled my skirt.

The next thing Mira tried was Leggings. Mira wears it under her skirt and confirms it in front of her appearance in the same way as earlier.

What Mira has in her hands this time is a particularly short type among a few leggings. It was a popularly referred to spat that was just about the same as the length of a miniskirt.

"Hmm, this isn't so bad either."

Good adhesion and lightweight wear. And for the same ease of movement as shorts, Mira decides that this also seems to be a good candidate.

Mira rolls up her own skirt in front of her appearance. As a result, the black spats hid Mira's pants brilliantly. Moreover, even the slight gaps that arise during shorts have been completely erased with their neat addition and subtraction.

The effect of keeping the pants from showing is above the shorts.

But instead there was only one problem that came to mind.

"Sure, he was worried too..."

A strange friend told me something. how good the spats are. Without disturbing the silhouette of the buttocks and legs, it is rather more prominent and above all the thin floating trousers line is supreme.

"I see, indeed..."

Mira confirms herself as a spat, remembering the words of her friend, convinces herself that it makes sense. At first glance, there seems to be nothing colourful about it, but that there is an extremely delicate erotic lurking in this.

Though I just hide the pants under my miniskirt, I didn't know it was this deep. And when he achieved the goal of concealing his pants, he realized it once again. Mira challenged the sorting with more seriousness.

What Mira then took was a classic during the classic, the underscores. The prestigious underscores as a show bread to hide raw pants. In order to prevent punching, most of the time I wear it so that my skirt can roll up. That wouldn't be an exaggeration to say King of Pants Hidden.

"It feels like a stylish diaper..."

So whining about what it looked like as a feeling, Mira tried on the underscores in front of her appearance.

"Hmm. Not perfect."

Due to the slightly larger shape of the trousers, they are not visible from the hem of the skirt and do not appear to affect the movement of the legs. Mira makes sure she's comfortable wearing it as she steps or jumps appropriately.

Having thus confirmed the functionality of the street, Mira picked the hem of her skirt just saying that it was the real thing from here on out, and lifted it up in a rough way.

"I see... Maybe he's right."

Under the skirt is a black underscore. Its appearance in appearance was packed with charm close to a single art. What Mira is wearing now is stylishly decorated with lace. Rather, it has evolved into something to show and something that highlights its appeal even more by being visible.

I used to say "show bread". With such admiration, Mira recalls the words of some friends again.

Undercoat to hide raw pants, but still in the shape of pants so I can get excited enough. The word.

"I don't know how it's different..."

Mira contemplates, staring seriously at her appearance. What I see there myself, what I see under my skirt, looked like the pants themselves. But they say this is a show bread that's okay to be seen.

Undercoat, which was meant to keep you from showing raw pants. At first glance, however, it is such a glorious delicacy as to be confused with the battle pants. But not pants, he said, to hide raw pants.

Is there a difference in the sight when you see it properly? Will it change my mind because it is straight to my skin or not?

Mira staring at her appearance, leaning her neck as if it were something strange, was convinced that this would make her cuteness all the more remarkable.

Mira's quest was still going on, and now she took the black tights.

Made of highly elastic material, it can cover the nail tip to hips in a round way. Therefore, it can be described as a legend of pants concealment that boasts a guarding power of iron walls that, on the contrary, does not even allow a punch of raw legs.

"Hmmm... this is...! Right, um."

Mira, who tried on her black tights quickly, stares at herself as she looks. The expression was truly serious, and its eyes were tempered not to admit any compromise.

Mira checks her entire body. Head to face, neck, chest, hips, and lower than abdomen to both legs.

After repeated over and over, Mira praises herself, "You'll look good for anything."

Although the advantages of a fascinating raw leg were no longer present from the miniskirt, the silhouette of the leg was instead more prominent, and yet another eros was born there.

And most importantly, because Mira herself has an unbeatable appeal to its distinguished silhouette, its synergies are pushed through to immeasurable heights.

"I knew it, me, cute"

Once again recognizing her own cuteness, Mira next tried to move around wearing black tights, saying the boulder was an expression of her ideals.

Um, no obstruction.

Because it is an elastic bumpy fabric, it is likely to withstand enough even intense movements.

And, having finished confirming that far, Mira finally gets to the last check with the hem of her skirt.

"... similar to spats, but not"

Beneath the skirt, which rolled up permanently, it was black everywhere. Spats and tights. The only difference between those two types that are somewhere similar is whether you see raw legs or not along the way. It was Mira who felt that way at first sight, but I think deeply as I look at the pants line that floats. I wonder what the difference is that I've been through the back of my brain.

To spin her thoughts in full, Mira remembered the words of her long-suffering friend.

"Spaz, you have a vibrant image. So, black tights feel intelligent somewhere, right? This is a very, very hopeful phrase that I switched it and I don't think I'll be able to do it again.

"Right...... If you wear glasses on this, it's going to be cool beauty."

Spaz, my daughter is fine, my black tights daughter is quiet. I don't know where the hell the knowledge and impression was developed, but Mira was good at that compared to what the spats looked like earlier.

But not this time.

Mira, who figured out the difference between spats and black tights from a man's perspective, excludes black tights from this list of purchases, even though she thinks they both prefer them. The reason for this was very simple and very important.

"Because it's not going to fit this season..."

Summer is the season. A body with slight heat because it moved slightly earlier. And now, the black tights Mira is wearing, is it the emphasis on sturdiness? The fabric was thick there. As a result, it was thermally insulating and, combined with the season, it was quite steamy inside.

Inside the clothes, you can be comfortable with the kulcool you bought at the Dinoir Chamber of Commerce, but not even in the tights. During the summer, my lower body will remain steamy, etc., which would be extremely unpleasant. Judging so by the current situation, Mira remembers her friend's words as she moves too much with the black tights to bring them down to her pants.

"Steamed spats and tights..."

Shaking off the perverted words that came to mind by accident, Mira put her pants back on and gently put the black tights off back where they came from.

(I just noticed that you have some winter food.)

I looked around the store, and clothes were placed on shelves and showcases loaded high and high, regardless of the season. Although there are many summers as a percentage of the total, there are also some winters left, which are put together on several shelves. And the shelf where Mira procured black tights was a shelf with a stunning collection of winter goods.

That should steam. I checked the summer shelves again, convinced so, and there were black panty stockings placed there.

"Hmm...... You don't have to try this."

The thin panty stockings are clear on the other side. You can't hide your pants with this. Mira, who decided so instantly, walked away from the scene with a lid on the words of a friend who had come to mind, 'Pa n sut is...'

After trying it all out, Mira, who was searching around for any other candidate to hide her pants, was once again stepping into the realm of Magical Knights just around the store clockwise.

A Magical Knights outlet in the same place but with a changing atmosphere. The magic girl is already in time enough. Yes. Mira walks past the spot as she remembers the royal castle samurai.

and that's when. Adjacent to the Magical Knights, it became apparent that the inner pants store was placed more and more on the wall. Furthermore, on the shelf on the Magical Knights side, there are magic girl inner pants that stand alongside the losers.

"Oh, my God, I didn't know there was a dedicated corner..."

Magic girl-style costumes have many miniskirts that are exceptionally long by design. In this world where there is no such thing as strange magic that doesn't punch, it still seems essential to have such things as inner pants. There were so many different kinds of inner pants there that all the troubled users were told to wear them safely again.

From shorts to stockings in that corner, there were many other types of things Mira had tried earlier, such as petticoat pants and whatnot. Even from a distance, you can see a wide range of products in that area, including frilled, laced, culot-style, cute and sexy.

(But again, you don't seem to be a more feminine corner than ever...)

If only I had found this place from the beginning. While Mira thought so, she didn't rush over immediately and saw three girls playing in front of the corner.

An inner pants store that gives a similar feel to a women's underwear store. There were three girls there who wore magic girl style costumes all the time, about fourteen to seventeen when they were old, and seriously exchanged opinions with those and these and the inner pants for their hands.

Again, magic girl-style costumes that tend to have shorter skirt lengths. Unlike Mira, its loyal users, the genuine women seem to care about the area.

"This one's cuter. Look, even when it looks like this, it's better this color."

"Really? I thought it would be better this way. No?"

"No, but when there's a gap here, it's so cute"

With that conversation, the girls were trying on their inner pants on the spot. And when we show each other the work of inner pants, we exchange arguments with that and this.

At that time, the girls' skirts were in a truly defenseless state because the place was the only place surrounded by women. Instead, try to roll your own skirt, just like Mira, who stood in front of you, or make another scarecrow flicker.

(I'm still immature. Might be helpful as a senior woman. Um, let me take one reference here. That's right. Let me just refer to it. Reference)

The flickering skirt is like a cape of matador. Invited by the yellow voice...... no, Mira walked over to that group, excusing herself to someone in her heart that there was no such thing as a nasty feeling to know what a woman's sensibility was.

End of inner trousers corner. So Mira, who just stuck around saying she was just a guest, softly glanced at the girls and listened to their voices while making the right choices.

Sometimes the girls didn't have any suspicions about Mira's presence, and the girls kept choosing their inner pants. Even though Mira was nearby, she didn't stop exposed herself to each other's skirts indefensibly.

Three people trying on different kinds with that and this and how they are obsessed with it. Mira listens to that young, brilliant conversation beside her. At first I was going to refer to how they were choosing the inner pants. Everything wasn't just excuses.

Girls rolling up skirts indefensibly to confirm. "I see," Mira mutters as she captures it with her eyes, just studying.

While doing so, I have learned a lot about the girls in addition to the tips for choosing inner pants from a woman's perspective.

Occasionally, words like demons, dungeons, and unions appeared in the girls' conversations. Apparently, they are from a group of adventurers.

(But again...)

Does this look different from the distance and nearby? Mira's eyes, with more sharpness, had clearly witnessed the sight.

Adventurers are a harsh profession. Sometimes the difference between men and women doesn't make sense. Therefore, the girls who live in that world are slightly disgraced. And from what I saw, it also seemed that people of the same sex would no longer work in particular.

Girls with fitting rooms in one corner but doing things like trying and showing each other on the spot. I'm sure there was an assumption that it was a place where no man would ever come, as well as because it was inner pants. That's why the current defenseless sight is spreading.

(I don't know how much...!

In the end, they are pants that can be seen as inner pants and are fundamentally different from the underwear pants a man truly wants. It would be a pleasure not to see it, if I may say so, it is also equal to pants fraud.

So Mira had no true pleasure in seeing the girls' inner trousers worn lower body. However, even though he felt his thighs were great, in the first place Mira just wanted to put herself in the yellow space that was spreading out there and enjoy the atmosphere. The space that the girls seem to enjoy is something they admire somewhere.

But now, Mira remembered the sight as a definite excitement before. The reason for this is not something like inner pants or underwear, nor thighs. Above all, it was in the girls' behavior.

Girl looking up her skirt herself. That was the direct hit on Mira's sensibilities.

(I see, I see. It's helpful.)

It is an inherently undesirable realm, and the sanctuary, firmly closed by its Lord, is liberated by the hand of its Lord Himself. What a noble thing to look like.

As a senior girl only, let me take a look. With such excuses in mind, Mira focused on watching the girls' trends. With the delusion that it would be invincible if a slight but disgraceful look were added to it.

and that's when. Because he kept staring at the boulder on the spot for a long time, or he finally got eyes on one of the girls. They noticed the presence of Mira, who was sneaking a peek.

(I did!

This is bad. But if we rush out of sight here, we're going to get extra suspicious. Mira, judging in an instant, does her best to figure out what to do and how to make an excuse. Mira, who was filled with a lower heart, reflexively reaches such thoughts, emptying her head and searching for a convenience that is not difficult.

But the way beautiful girls look today is more convenient to work with than Mira thought.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Could it have gotten in the way?

The first girl I noticed about Mira, the oldest blue-haired girl, said that with regret. Apparently, she thought she was disturbed and Mira couldn't get close to the shelf. Even in this situation, I didn't think Mira was staring at me with a lot of heart, or anything like that.

(In this situation, will it...!

Moment after moment, Mira recognises her own performance. In addition to her charm as a woman, the appearance of a girl combines immaturity. At first sight, the contents were so complete that it could be said that there would surely be no such thing as a porn jerk.

Therefore, it was thought that it would not be as easy to express it in my mind without expressing it as directly as Kafrika.

"No, not out of the way. It's just... someone I know told me I should wear something on my pants, but it's the first time I don't know. I thought I'd refer you to the Lord who seems familiar."

Mira let her neck shake beside her with a damned grin in her heart, and she mouthed the excuse that came to mind as the truth. It was also because there was a slight concern that if we tried to escape here, we would rather be suspicious.

It doesn't seem to have been noticed yet, but now Mira is a celebrity called the Spirit Queen, etc. If rumors have come up that the Spirit Queen was staring at three girls with nasty eyes, etc., it is a dead and alive issue for Mira. Above all, if that gets into Mariana's ear. That's how Mira decided to get on the wrong three words.

"I've never worn it before!?"

"Is it true!?"

"Maybe I like to be seen, or what?

I wonder then, did the girls honestly receive Mira's words when it was the honorable answer that played its part? But that's why the three of them reacted, unnecessarily intensely. So much so that it extends to treating you like a crazy woman.

Apparently, when wearing magic girl-style costumes, wearing inner pants is commonplace among regular users. Most skirts are short, so it may be natural. Let's just say Mira has been special so far.

However, the surprise of the three was considerable, and there was curiosity and a little pity in his eyes to look at Mira.

"Hmmm...... could you possibly have a short history of magic girls?

After thinking deeply, the older girl asked to explore.

For those who love magic girl-style costumes, the choice of inner pants was also one of its extensions. But if Mira hasn't reached that zone, that is, she can't think of anything other than a beginner. That's what the girl thought.

"Well... maybe two or three months"

To be precise, I just didn't care about any inner pants or anything, but that's it. Mira replied as she remembered her first day with a bitter smile.

From the day Lily and the others put on their special costumes, that's all the months had passed. Mira laughed in her heart when she looked back at what seemed short and long and when she realized it was normal to wear this costume anymore. You've been dyed for a long time.

"I see, then you're a newbie! I don't have a choice, do I? It's a corner, I'll tell you."

Girls, the magic girl style costume seems pretty deep. Even after three years, we haven't, so the three of us laughed to study together.

"Uh, nice to meet you..."

It is a fact that we do not know what to wear, which should be the fruit out of lies. I don't know about future studies, but first and now Mira decided to be sweet about the girls' generosity.

"But I can't believe you're so brilliantly dressed but you're new... I had no idea. In the future, I'm sure you'll be the model that represents us."

Designed to enhance Mira's appearance and enhance Mira's appeal, the costume prepared by the ladies seems to have been perfected in the eyes of the enthusiasts. So much to make you think Mira is a veteran magic girl-style costume user.

"Oh, uh, that's... I guess I can't. There's got to be more than me out there."

Representative of magic girl-style costume enthusiasts. Asking her to spare me just that, Mira supports the other enthusiasts from the bottom of her heart.

"I think it's possible enough."

Talking about it, Mira walked into the back of Magical Nights, guided by the girls.