Vol. 1 Chapter 4.6 – A Certain Average Day in the Life of Gotokuji Issei

It was the usual morning. In the usual room of the Gotokuji estate.

At the usual time, doing his usual routine, Issei was greeted by maid Chitose.

“Obocchama. Breakfast is ready.”

“Mm.”

Having just finished writing a reply to a certain nation’s president and sending it off, Issei spun his chair and looked toward Chitose’s back.

Chitose was opening the curtains and windows one after another.

“The weather’s wonderful today. It would be a waste to keep the windows closed.”

“Hmm…”

It certainly was a beautiful day.

Blue skies and white clouds.

Backlit by the morning sun, Chitose’s figure shimmered. Her long maid skirt swayed just about twenty centimeters below her knees.

Looking at that scene… for a moment… a certain feeling stirred in Issei’s heart.

“Breakfast is scrambled eggs and bacon. The bread is freshly baked. The jam is my latest creation from yesterday—I’m quite proud of it.”

As Chitose smiled at him, Issei decided to put his thoughts into words.

“By the way, today feels like a perfect day for panties.”

“…Excuse me?”

Chitose’s smile froze.

“…Obocchama. …Again?”

With the remnants of her smile twitching on her face, Chitose looked utterly exasperated.

“As I’ve told you before… that qualifies as sexual harassment and power harassment, you know?”

“Is that so.”

Of course, he knew that.

But this urge had a compelling intensity beyond reason.

“I wish to see panties.”

“I refuse.”

“But I want to see them.”

“Regardless of what you say, I will never show them again.”

“You showed them last time when I stacked cash. Should I do that again? Would a pile as tall as your height suffice?”

One-hundred ¥10,000 bills make one centimeter of thickness.

Stacked to Chitose’s height, that would be about 160 million yen.

Last time, that’s what it took to see her panties. Issei, being a genius, had learned this well.

“I didn’t show them because of the money.”

“But you did show them.”

“And I returned all that money afterward.”

“I never accepted it back. I invested it as your retirement fund, currently being managed in my portfolio. It should triple by the time you retire.”

“I’m not taking it. And I’m not retiring either.”

Chitose, as a maid of the Gotokuji family, had resolved to serve her master for life.

Being told anything about『when you retire』stung her just a bit.

—I want to be by your side forever. And yet, he just… doesn’t understand me at all.

While Chitose silently wrestled with her thoughts, Issei pulled out his smartphone.

“Obocchama, who are you contacting?”

Instead of a verbal answer, footsteps could be heard approaching from the hallway.

“Goshujin-samaaa! I brought it—!”

The Gotokuji household’s clumsy maid, Nanako, burst through the door with a loud bang.

The cart she pushed was packed full of aluminum cases.

“Are we stacking them again!? Vertically!? Up to your height again!?”

“Nanako…”

Chitose rubbed her temple. Even if it was her master’s order, there were commands one simply shouldn’t follow.

For moments like this, Chitose always kept something on her just in case.

She pulled out a small item she had stashed in her pocket.

Chitose’s homemade scones—Nanako’s absolute favorite.

She tossed one into the hallway.

“Aaah!? —Scone!?”

Nanako dashed out into the hallway. She was picking it up.

Chitose kicked the cart loaded with aluminum cases out with her foot, then shut the door with a bang.

After locking it securely, she turned back to Issei.

“That face—you’re angry, aren’t you?”

“If it looks that way to you, then perhaps I am.”

A vein pulsed visibly on Chitose’s temple.

Though Issei, being a genius, was generally bad at reading the emotions of ordinary people, even he could interpret that clear symbol of her anger.

“Still, my decision stands. I wish to see panties.”

“Haa…”

Chitose let out a deep, resigned sigh.

Her expression hardened, and she stared straight at Issei with a piercing, glaring gaze.

“…Fine.”

“You’ll show me!?”

Issei’s face lit up with childlike excitement, without a hint of hesitation.

—Ah, really… this man.

That smile was almost too radiant for Chitose. It was rare for Issei, a genius, to display his emotions so openly.

Probably, Chitose was the only one who had ever seen that expression.

“I have no choice… It’s to stop you, Obocchama, from making inappropriate requests to random women again.”

“No. I don’t want to see any other woman’s panties. I want to see yours, that’s why.”

Kyun—her heart squeezed a little, but Chitose kept it off her face, maintaining a stern, annoyed expression.

She gripped the hem of her skirt—and cast a sharp glance at Issei.

“Honestly. How disgraceful. The heir of the Gotokuji family groveling on the floor just to get a look?”

Only then did Issei realize—he was crouched low, waiting on the floor.

But after all, the proper way to appreciate panties was from a low angle.

“You’re even panting… Do you really want to see my underwear that badly?”

Slowly, Chitose lifted her skirt. Her knees came into view. The stockings ended, revealing her garters.

And then—

Pure white panties appeared before him.

Amid the pristine white, a single red ribbon stood out as a vivid accent.

“…Hafuu.”

Issei staggered back, then slumped down into the sofa as if collapsing.

He was completely, utterly satisfied.

Indeed, panties were a magnificent thing…

Chitose lowered her skirt, her expression returning to its usual composed state.

“Breakfast is ready, Obocchama. Please head to the dining room.”

Whatever she may have been feeling inside, her voice was exactly the same as always.

◇

The usual classroom. The usual class.

As the lesson went on, Issei stared absentmindedly out the window.

Even as a genius, Issei was still a high school student.

Which meant he attended classes during the day.

While a genius like Issei probably learned nothing new from those lessons, there were things at “school” that held value beyond academics.

For example—interactions with classmates.

The chime rang. The fourth period had ended.

The moment lunch break began, the students erupted in noise, as if a festival had just started.

That sort of thing was still a mystery to Issei.

Why did something as basic as nutrient intake make them so happy?

“Isseeei! Let’s eat lunch together—!”

One of the gals who inhabited the class—Fujino Sakiko—smacked Issei on the back.

Certain that a red handprint had been left beneath his clothes, Issei responded to Niko.

“Sure. I don’t mind.”

“Ufufu. Share some of your side dishes, okay? Chitose-san’s cooking is seriously delicious!”

“That’s your real motive, isn’t it?”

“Ahaha! You caught me!”

With that playful exchange, they stepped out into the hallway.

All around them, students were bustling—some spreading out their lunch boxes in the classroom, others rushing to the school store for bread. Amid the crowd, Issei and Niko walked shoulder to shoulder.

Niko, after various ups and downs, had become quite close to him.

These days, they always ate lunch together like this.

Issei, who had never really had anyone he could call a 『friend』was starting to think—perhaps this could already be called a『best friend.』

“Are you thinking about something all deep and complicated again?”

“Nope.”

Issei answered plainly.

He came to a stop, and Niko turned around, looking puzzled.

Outside the window: blue sky—white clouds—

Backlit by that brightness—

Ah… today really is perfect panties weather.

Issei suddenly turned and slipped around the corner.

“Huh? Weren’t we going to the second building?”

“No. This way.”

“But that’s the first building…”

Still tilting her head in confusion, Niko followed behind.

They crossed into the older first building, used by a different grade, and headed up the stairs toward the rooftop.

“Isn’t this rooftop off-limits? …See?”

At the top of the stairs, a sign reading No Entry came into view.

The door to the rooftop was locked. Due to its deteriorating condition, this rooftop had been marked off-limits—something every student knew.

“That’s exactly why it’s perfect. No one will come here.”

“…Huh?”

Niko blinked rapidly at Issei’s response.

As a genius, Issei had drawn a conclusion from previous experience.

When it came to showing panties, girls strongly disliked being seen.

Issei himself didn’t care at all.

However, the probability calculated by Issei’s genius mind clearly showed that the success rate of asking『Let me see your panties』in a crowded classroom during lunch break versus asking in a secluded place like this had a margin of several times difference.

“Niko. Show me your panties.”

“…Haaah?”

The moment Issei said that, Niko’s eyes sharpened.

“Are you seriously saying stupid stuff again? Or are you just messing with me?”

“It’s neither stupid nor a joke. I’m serious. I want to see panties.”

“Why?”

“Because today is panties weather.”

“That makes no sense.”

Despite giving a perfectly clear and flawless answer, it seemed Niko didn’t get it.

As expected, the average mind couldn’t comprehend.

But he would see the panties. That was final.

“If you’re joking—then I’m leaving.”

As she turned toward the stairs, Issei reached out and blocked her path with his hand.

“Eh? Wh—hey…! Are you doing a kabedon right now…?”

Preventing her escape, Issei doubled down.

“Niko. I wish to see your panties.”

“Wh—Your face… is way too close!”

She pressed her hand to his face, pushing him away—though with very little strength.

With his free hand, Issei grabbed both of Niko’s wrists together, pinned her to the wall, and pressed once more.

“Niko. It’s because they’re your panties that I want to see them.”

“～～～～～～──!!”

Niko’s face flushed bright red. She tried to say something but couldn’t form words.

Since she no longer seemed intent on running away, Issei let go of her wrists and stepped back.

Niko nervously smoothed down her hair and kept sneaking glances at Issei from the corner of her eye.

“Moou… seriously… I know you’re weird, Issei… but… th-this kind of thing… it’s sexual harassment, you know…?”

“Chitose said the same thing.”

When Issei said that, the atmosphere around Niko shifted dramatically.

“Hmph… So you saw Chitose-san’s panties too… huh?”

“Yeah. This morning.”

“And now you want to see mine too?”

Niko’s voice and expression turned sharp as she asked.

“Of course.”

“You’re the worst.”

Her face went blank. Her voice cold. Her eyes held nothing but chill.

Issei recognized this look. It was the look called 『contempt.』The look that meant『disgust.』

But as a genius, Issei had also learned that when this look appeared, it often meant the panties were soon to follow.

He crouched down low.

Niko’s skirt was already ridiculously short. Just from this, he could nearly see.

But Issei waited. Waited for her to lift her skirt by her own will.

Waited for her hands to move the fabric.

“If you’d just asked a little differently…”

Her hand paused at the hem as she muttered.

“…?”

Issei looked up.

Maybe the eagerness to see was showing too clearly on his face.

To lose control of his expression—such a thing was rare for someone like Issei.

But that was fine.

Panties! Panties! Panties!

Niko’s hand lifted the skirt.

“…Ohh!”

He couldn’t help the gasp that escaped.

“You perv.”

She looked down at him coldly.

“…Hafuu.”

Completely satisfied, Issei slumped down to the floor.

“So? You still want lunch? Or what?”

Niko asked, and Issei replied.

“Yeah. Let’s eat.”

And so, the two of them quietly munched their lunch together at the stairwell landing.

◇

Stopping by the bookstore in front of the station after school had become part of Issei’s daily routine.

Like the other students, he walked to the station on foot.

He ignored the sleek black limousine slowly crawling behind him and stepped through the bookstore’s automatic doors with a practiced stride.

“Ah…! Welcome!”

Matsura Shiori, a clerk who had been organizing the shelves, saw him and called out with a bright smile and cheerful voice.

“What kind of book are you looking for today?”

As a regular, Issei always bought books in bulk.

Being a genius, Issei could perfectly memorize a book’s contents in seconds, but at this store, he made sure to buy every book he read.

“No. I’m not here for books today.”

“Eh…?”

Shiori felt her heart skip a beat.

Could it be… an invitation for a date? Fantastical thoughts rushed through her mind like a daydream. If left alone, they’d spiral endlessly as usual, so she slapped her own cheeks to snap back to reality.

“U-Um… then, w-what is it?”

“Shiori. Show me your panties.”

“…Huh?”

Shiori froze for a few moments.

Then, as if rebooted, her expression changed drastically from before.

She adjusted her glasses with a sharp push, and from beneath the lenses, cold eyes locked onto Issei.

“Again with that?”

“That’s right.”

“Why?”

“Because it’s perfect panties weather today.”

“…Haa.”

Shiori let out a long, long sigh.

“I know you sometimes get weird, Issei-san, but…”

“No, I’m not weird. I simply want to see panties.”

After a short pause—Shiori sighed once more, even longer.

“Haa…”

—Why did I ever fall for someone like this?

Shiori asked herself, but of course there was no answer.

Issei’s eyes were sparkling and he’d already dropped into a half-crouch to look.

He was expecting her. Waiting for her.

Ah, what am I supposed to do…

“You really shouldn’t say that to anyone else. I’m probably the only one who’ll let it slide with nothing more than contempt.”

Shiori cast a scornful look down at Issei.

Out of sight from the entrance, the two of them stayed hidden; using the bookshelves as cover, Shiori lowered her jeans.

Issei achieved his third『satisfaction』of the day.

◇

“I’m back.”

“Welcome home, Obocchama.”

Upon returning to the estate, Chitose greeted him with a deep bow.

He handed over his bag and Chitose removed his coat for him.

On the table, a cup of tea brewed by Chitose was gently steaming.

“How was your day?”

Suddenly, Chitose asked him that.

Why would she ask something like that?

But Issei’s answer was already decided.

“It was an entirely average day.”

“I see.”

Chitose turned away with a sulky face, like she was pouting.

Issei tilted his head in confusion.

Even a genius doesn’t understand everything.

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Afterword

Nice to meet you, readers of BJ Novels. I’m Shin Araki.

I Want You to Show Me Your Panties with a Disgusted Face is originally based on the doujin illustration book of the same title by 40hara.

Many of you might already be familiar with the doujin—it’s a series of two-page spreads where various girls show their panties with thoroughly disgusted expressions, accompanied by a single line of dialogue.

In this novel version, I used the original characters created by 40hara, while I handled the story, the setups, and the actual prose.

I first connected with 40hara when I tweeted about my “love for disgusted-face panties.” We hit it off over drinks, and decided to serialize the story online. We ran the series on Shousetsuka ni Narou (Let’s Become Novelists), and then received a publication offer from France Shoin.

And so, through a sort of straw millionaire progression, this novel was published as a large-format book.

In addition to the novel, there’s also a manga adaptation.

At the time this book is released, the manga serialization has already started on “Tonari no Young Jump” and “Nico Nico Seiga.” The manga is drawn by Jirou Kido. There’s an ad page for the comic after this afterword, so if you’d like, you can check it out by scanning the QR code.

What started out as a playful back-and-forth between creators somehow grew into a big cross-media project.

When the novel publication was confirmed, our first meeting with France Shoin took place in their conference room. Coincidentally, I had another meeting right after that at Shueisha nearby, so I invited 40hara along, and during that casual meet-and-greet, the comic adaptation was quickly greenlit on the spot.

Apparently, just hearing the title “I Want You to Show Me Your Panties with a Disgusted Face” gave the editors a strong feeling—“This will work!”

Now for a bit of insider talk: what exactly did 40hara and I bond over?

There’s a work called “Batsuzou Shoujo” (Insult Girl).

It’s about a girl who viciously insults the protagonist. She’s kind and nice to everyone else, but treats him like a disgusting bug. She constantly hurls cruel, cold words at him—

—but still lets him sleep with her.

That kind of story.

Both 40hara and I love that work.

But because it’s so “polar,” with its brutally sharp insults, we worried that only a very limited audience could truly enjoy it.

Then there’s a work like “Teasing Master Takagi-san.”

It’s about a girl who constantly teases the male protagonist. He gets frustrated and thinks, “Ugh! She got me again!” But in reality, she really likes him and that’s why she teases him.

If Insult Girl is the North Pole, then Takagi-san is right at the equator—bright and warm.

And so we think that I Want You to Show Me Your Panties with a Disgusted Face sits somewhere right in the middle. It’s not as extreme as Insult Girl, and not as gentle as Takagi-san. It might be the perfect fit for people who find the former too harsh and the latter too soft.

That’s the kind of conversation we had while brainstorming.

Also, when adapting “Disgusted-Face Panties” into a story-based format, we agreed we wanted to emphasize a “romcom that breaks all the flags” kind of tone.

“You idiot, that’s not what you’re supposed to say! You should’ve said,『Let’s go out!』That would’ve totally worked! The flag’s already been raised! If you became her boyfriend, you could see panties all you want! So why—of all things—did you choose the worst possible option!? Saying『I want to see your panties』—what the hell!? Sure, she might show them to you, but still! I mean, yeah, we all want to see panties! It’s not like there’s a guy on earth who hates panties!”

—That’s the kind of reaction I hope you’ll have, screaming in agony at the protagonist’s complete inability to seize the romantic flag.