“Bokuchu” Us vs the Police: 700-Day War

We gloriously (not really) acquired six pairs of panties, thanks to Bionic Jaime.

We returned to school and back to the classroom that was our base.

While confirming each pair, the members were surrounded by an extreme sense of excitement.

“Wow. This is the first time I’ve ever seen them this close.”
Without saying, the one that was the most excited was Saijoh-kun.

“Didn’t you see your moms?”
“Stupid bastard! It’s different from my mom’s!”
very true.

“But these are brand new and haven’t been worn by anyone yet.”
To this opinion Saijoh-kun responded,
“You idiot. Brand new has its own merits! How can I say… It’s like enjoying a painting… you guys just don’t understand the artistry.”

I did’t.
But to Saijoh-kun’s “viewing argument,” many of the members were strongly agreeing.

Saijoh-kun was already unchallenged in the field of panties.
“You do it like this. Enjoy its shape while loving the way it feels and its elasticity…”
Saijoh-kun was giving his speech as if admiring ceramic arts. They were only panties though.

“And then you imagine.”
“Imagine what?”

“Like what would happen if Yuko-chan wore them, and stuff.”
You’re going there again!

“W-what did you say!?”
Great Inoue-kun couldn’t hold it in, his little sister being used as an example.

“Don’t imagine my sister! Idiot!”
“Hee hee. Even her real brother can’t stop my imagination.”
“Y-you!”
“Didn’t John Lenon say it, also? Imagination is free…”

John Lenon is being ruined.

To Saijoh-kun, who was imagining his little sister without permission, Great Inoue-kun said,
“F-fine. If you say that then… Saijoh’s mom!!”

“Hvv!?”

“Stupid, stupid, my image got all messed up!”
“That’s what you get! Using someone else’s little sister without permission!”
“D-damn! Fine then! I’ll imagine Yuko-chan even more vividly!”
“Oh no you don’t! Saijoh’s mom’s belly!!”
“Aaarrrgh! The image won’t come back.”

They’re fighting with their imaginations… These two… It can be called high level in certain respects.

Back to our plan, we weren’t going to use all six pairs of panties as new. It was necessary to enact treatment on most of them.

What kind of treatment you ask?

It was to make them into “used panties.”
Argh… it’s pitiful just to write that…

At the time, there was a weekly publication aimed at young men called “Weekly Playboy” that conquered a generation. This was a weekly magazine that had no relation to the “Playboy” from the States, but it was widely supported by the young people of that time. Once in this magazine, as a “method of crime,” there appeared an article on “how to make used panties.” Well… what can I say, it made good business now as well as before. This article had a list of items used (there were items), and was detailed and organized much like a recipe.

Using this article as a basis, we took some time to treat our brand new panties into “used” ones.

“Umm… first step is to wash them.”

Because it was time for the train, the washing became the responsibility of the bike commute group.

With Murayama-kun, I headed towards the chemistry classroom. That and home economics classroom were the only rooms with faucets.

But. What was waiting for us when we opened the door excitedly, with panties in hand, was a chemistry classroom full of seniors.
“W-what? What are you guys doing?”
“After school experiment.”
“Sorry about that.”

“How about the home economics classroom?”
“No. It’s usually locked.”
“Bathroom?”
“Too many people.”

So what we finally figured out was, “outside.”

There was a metal basin, soap, and detergent that the athletic clubs used for their laundry there.

But the Tennis club manager came and asked
“Guys! You’re not thinking of taking the basin again, are you?”

That’s right. We had the previous offence of stealing the basin in “We are Turtles.”

“If you’re going to use it, use it here!”

Your daily actions come back to effect you like this.

It couldn’t be helped, so while the tennis club was sweating in their workout in the setting sun, we hesitantly washed the panties next to them.
What were we doing?

As the foam built up and we were thinking that they were about done,

some girls from the tennis club came over.

“What are you guys doing?”

“Eh? No-n-nothing! Go away!”

“Laundry? If it’s laundry, we’ll do it for you?”

“It-it’s ok! We’re done!”

Since we were franticly hiding the panties in the foam, we couldn’t change the positions of our bodies. We had bizarre postures because we only had our heads turned like Damian.

“What, we’ll do it for you. Don’t be shy!”
The girls wouldn’t back down. At this point, I was strongly regretting choosing Murayama-kun, who was very popular with the girls, as my fellow laborer.

“It’s ok! W-w-we love you so go away!”
Love was being sold cheaply.

“Stop being so shy. Hand it ove……”

Revelation……

Panty 3

Ahh, mother. Thank you for raising me until now. My life will now end… Even though my life had just started…
(from Bohemian Rhapsody)

“Wha-! Wha-! What is this!?”