A Royal Invasion of Personal Space

The laughter and playful banter had barely subsided when Amane's eyes locked onto Nene, a sly grin spreading across his face. With Tsukasa pinning his arms back, Amane was in a peculiar position, one that allowed him a rather...unobstructed view. His gaze drifted upwards, and his eyes widened in a way that made Nene's heart sink. "Nice pair of panties," Amane said with a cocky smile, his voice dripping with mischief. Nene's face went beet red as she frantically tried to adjust her skirt, her eyes darting towards Tsukasa in mortification. Tsukasa, still holding Amane down, looked like he was about to throttle his brother. "Amane, what is wrong with you?!" Tsukasa exclaimed, his voice laced with embarrassment and annoyance. Amane chuckled, clearly entertained by Nene's reaction. "Hey, someone's got to appreciate the finer things in life," he said, his eyes sparkling with amusement. Nene's hands were shaking as she tried to compose herself, her mind racing with ways to make Amane pay for his comment. Tsukasa, sensing her distress, quickly released Amane and stepped in to intervene. "Amane, apologize," Tsukasa said firmly, his eyes stern. Amane's grin faltered for a moment, but he quickly recovered, a mischievous twinkle still dancing in his eyes. "Sorry, Nene," he said, his voice laced with insincerity. Nene's glare could have frozen water at a distance of ten paces. "You owe me, Amane," she said, her voice low and menacing. Tsukasa stepped in, placing a reassuring hand on Nene's shoulder. "Let's just forget this happened, okay?" he said, his eyes pleading. But Nene was having none of it. She was determined to make Amane regret his comment, and she had a few ideas brewing in her mind. The question was, how would she get her revenge?