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Chapter 44: 44. Purple Panties

Sorry for the late update guys! This one philosophy course I have, were screening the movie Twelve Angry Man (1957) and attendance was compulsory so got a bit busy in that.

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I moseyed back to our dorm room, keys jingling in my hand like a tiny, off-key tambourine. The hallway was quiet enough to hear a Pikachu sneeze, except for the distant chatter of other students. 

Wait, does pikachu sneeze? 

I couldn't help but replay the recent events in my mind, grinning like an idiot. I slid the key into the lock and turned it, the click echoing like a tiny, dramatic drumroll.

Pushing the door open just a crack, I peeked inside. The sight that greeted me was like a real-life pin-up poster. Misty was bent over, her back to the door, a towel in her hand as she dried her legs. Her wet hair was dripping onto the floor like a leaky faucet.

Holy chimichangas, , harem protagonist moment!

She was wearing light purple underwear, her round, perfect ass stealing the whole damn show. 

This was better than any daydream I could've cooked up.

I stepped inside, closing the door behind me with a soft click. She didn't notice me, too focused on her drying duties. I took a moment to appreciate the view. Her body was glistening with water droplets, her skin all flushed and rosy from the bath. Damn, she looked good enough to eat like a raw sashimi 

I tiptoed closer, my heart pounding like a kick drum. She was humming a tune to herself, completely oblivious to my presence. I could see the goosebumps on her skin, the way her body swayed slightly with her humming. 

I was right behind her now, close enough to reach out and touch. I could smell the faint scent of her shampoo, see the tiny freckles on her shoulders. I grinned, knowing exactly what I was about to do. My inner voice was chanting, 'Please don't punch me, please don't punch me.'

"You missed a spot," I said, my voice filled with amusement.

Misty jumped like she'd been zapped, letting out a little yelp. She whirled around, her eyes wide with surprise and a hint of anger. "What the hell, Ditto?" she snapped, clutching the towel to her chest like a shield. "How long have you been standing there?"

I shrugged, a smirk playing on my lips. "Long enough to appreciate the view," I said, my eyes flicking down to her barely-clad body. "You look fucking amazing, Misty." In my head, I was high-fiving myself.

Her face flushed with anger, her eyes narrowing into little daggers. "You're such a pervert!" she exclaimed, trying to cover herself more with the towel.

I stepped closer, my hands reaching out to grab her hips. "And you love it," I said, my voice filled with confidence. "Now, how about that hug? Come on, I promise I don't bite. Much." I winked, mentally crossing my fingers that she wouldn't knee me in the groin.

Not that I would not love the feeling if she does.

As she didn't protest, I pulled her close, my arms wrapping around her tightly. She squirmed now, trying to wiggle out of my grasp half-heartedly, but I held her firm. After a while, she calmed down.

I leaned down, nuzzling my face into her neck, inhaling her scent. Fuck, she smelled good. Like soap and shampoo and something uniquely Misty.

"Ditto, let go of me..." she mumbled, her voice filled with exasperation. "I was just about to get dressed."

"It's already night, isn't this much dress enough?" I said, my hands moving down to squeeze her ass. "Besides, you feel so good like this."

Misty's face turned a deeper shade of red, her body tensing up. "Pervert..." she muttered, but her voice lacked the heat of her earlier words. She sniffed the air, her brows furrowing. "And why do you smell... weird?"

I pulled back slightly, feigning innocence. "Weird? I smell like I always do. Maybe it's your shampoo mixing with my natural musk, creating a tantalizing new fragrance. I call it 'Eau de Ditto et Misty'." I winked, hoping she wouldn't pick up on the fact that I'd had a little tumble with someone else earlier.

I pushed her down onto the bed, both of us falling onto it with a soft thud. She let out a surprised yelp as I quickly rotated her light body around. Before she could say anything else, I put my head in between her boobs and cuddled her, my arms wrapping around her tightly.

"Mmm, this is the life," I said, my voice muffled by her chest. "You're so soft and warm, Misty. I could stay like this forever."

I blew a soft stream of hot air between her breasts, making her squirm and giggle.

"Hey, that tickles!" she exclaimed, her body wriggling beneath me. I chuckled, continuing to nuzzle her soft skin, inhaling her sweet scent.

After a moment, I pulled back slightly, looking up at her with a grin. Her face was flushed, her eyes shining with a mix of embarrassment and amusement.

"You know, I'm only in my underwear," she said, biting her lip. "This is kind of embarrassing."

I smirked, my eyes flicking down to her barely-clad body. "You say that like it's a bad thing," I said, waggling my eyebrows. Suddenly, my clothes vanished, leaving me in nothing but my boxers. Misty's eyes widened, taking in my sculpted abs and muscles.

"There," I said, striking a pose. "Now we're even. I'm in my underwear too."

Misty's face turned a deeper shade of red, her eyes roaming over my body. "You're... you're...bad," she said, her voice filled with a mix of exasperation and amusement. "But... I must admit, this isn't so bad."

I grinned, leaning back down to cuddle her, my hands gently caressing her back. "You just need to relax and enjoy the moment, Misty," I murmured, my voice vibrating against her skin.

She let out a soft sigh, her fingers running through my hair. "You're such a pain in the ass," she said, her voice softening.

"I can be one if you want," I said, my hands moving down to her ass-cheeks, giving them a gentle squeeze. Then, I slipped my hand inside her underwear, my finger accidentally brushing against her butthole.

Misty yelped, her eyes widening in surprise. "Eeek!?" she exclaimed, her body and ass cheeks tensing up. "What are you doing?"

I chuckled softly, my hands quickly retreating. "Whoops, my bad. I slipped," I said, my voice filled with amusement. "I was just checking for injuries. We had traveled all day, so your muscles might have been strained."

Misty let out a low whisper, "Don't... don't do that again," her voice barely audible. Her mind was racing, a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions. She was in bed with a boy—no, not just any boy, but Ditto, the most infuriating, perverted, yet strangely endearing creature she had ever met. And she was in her underwear, her body pressed against his, feeling his warm breath on her skin.

Her heart was pounding in her chest, a mix of excitement and nervousness coursing through her veins. She had shared a bed with him once before, but that was different. He had taken her form, mimicking her appearance. But now, he was himself, his chiseled body pressed against hers, his hands exploring her curves. She bit her lip, trying to suppress the strange feelings bubbling up inside her.

What was she doing? She should push him away, tell him to stop. But her body seemed to have a mind of its own, her hands tentatively roaming over his back, tracing the muscles beneath his skin. She couldn't deny the curiosity, the fascination she felt. She had never been this close to a boy before, never felt this way. It was frightening, exhilarating, and utterly confusing. And despite her better judgment, she found herself wanting to explore these feelings further.

We chilled like that for a while, her fingers doodling on my back, my face planted firmly in her chest. It was fucking heaven. After a bit, I lifted my head, grinning up at her. "So, Misty," I said, trying to sound nonchalant. "Remember that friend I mentioned?"

Her hands paused their exploration, her nails digging slightly into my back. "You mean the 'girl' friend?" she asked, her tone casual, but I could see the gears turning in her head. Who was this chick? And why did the thought of her joining us make Misty want to stab me with a fork?

I braced myself for impact. "Yeah, her," I said, quickly spitting out the rest. "I thought it'd be fun if she tagged along. You know, the more the merrier and all that jazz."

Misty's eyes narrowed, her nails digging a little deeper. "Fun for who, exactly?" she asked, her voice sweet as poison. "Won't it be a bit crowded with three people?"

I flashed her a grin, trying to defuse the bomb. "For all of us, of course," I said, chuckling. "Come on, Misty. It'll be a blast."

She raised an eyebrow, her body tensing slightly beneath me. "And what makes you think she'll want to join us?" she asked, her voice steady as a surgeon's hand. "You haven't even asked her yet."

I shrugged, my hands moving up to cup her face. "Because, Misty," I said, oozing confidence. "I know she'll love it. And who knows? Maybe you two will become BFFs."

Misty's face flushed, her eyes searching mine. "You're serious about this, aren't you?" she said, her voice filled with disbelief. I could see the jealousy lurking in her eyes, but there was a spark of curiosity too.

I nodded, giving her my best puppy-dog eyes. "As serious as a Snorlax with a stack of pancakes," I said, waggling my eyebrows. "Pretty please, Misty?"

She sighed, her shoulders slumping slightly. "Fine," she said, her voice soft. "But if she annoys me, I'm feeding her to my Psyduck."

I grinned, feeling victorious. "Thanks, Misty!" I exclaimed, planting a quick kiss on her lips.

She looked surprised, her eyes widening. And then, I kissed her again, this time deeper, my hands cupping her face. Her body melted against mine, her hands gripping my shoulders. I could feel her heart pounding, her breath coming in short gasps.

When I pulled back, her eyes fluttered open, her cheeks flushed, her lips swollen. She looked dazed, like she'd just been through a whirlwind. "W-what was that for?" she stammered.

I grinned, my thumb gently tracing her bottom lip. "Just a little thank you," I said, winking. "You know, human stuff."

She rolled her eyes, but her lips twitched, fighting back a smile. "You're ridiculous," she said, pushing me away slightly. "But... that was... nice."

I laughed, pulling her into my arms. "Just nice?" I teased, nuzzling her neck. "You wound me, Misty."

She snuggled into my chest, her body fitting perfectly against mine. "Shut up and go to sleep," she muttered, her voice softening. 

I chuckled, pressing a soft kiss to the top of her head. "Whatever you say, boss," I said, closing my eyes. "Whatever you say."

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