[Flashback]
"Okun~, beware of the panty storm. It's the fall of a great man."
"HAYI! Grandpa!" I replied with excitement as Grandpa patted my head, taking the piece of clothing from my hand. At ten years old, I didn't fully understand what he meant. He only started spouting these weird parables after catching me sniffing Grandma's panties fresh from the laundry.
"Good boy, but don't just sniff Grandma's panties. You should also sniff her bra and stockings, hehe," Grandpa said, pulling two black bras from his seemingly bottomless pockets and flashing a toothy grin as he handed one to me.
"Hehehe, thank you, Grandpa!"
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Grandpa… I'll meet you and Grandma in heaven so we can sniff her panties together. I never got to experience the panty storm you talked about, but all that matters now is—wait. Where am I?
I am surrounded by complete darkness, floating in some kind of void. No body, no weight—I'm just… existing.
