Is it really a straight girl?

The sound of the chain touching continued.

The girl wanted to dance lightly, but found that she had been fixed in place by the red silk and satin below.

After the conversation just now, Miss Mahiru leaned her little head on Yaki's shoulder again.

At this time, the hair hanging from Miji's shoulders was no longer black and purple, but bright red.

These soft strands of hair stick to Mi Ji's body from the position of oppressive touch on the right shoulder.

I don't dare to look into Mahiru's eyes over there.

Miki always felt that there might be a subtle difference between what Mahiru said and what she really thought in her heart—but it was just a feeling, Miki didn't find where the difference existed.

It's so close.

So close that you can easily feel the other person's breath and body fragrance.

This warm smell and touch has completely disrupted Mi Ji's ability to think.

The red tide on the face could not disappear for a long time, and the redness reached the position of the pinna and ear root.

Mi Ji has no idea what to do next, what to do, how to do it...

Thoughts are fruitless.

All kinds of thoughts in my mind are mixed together, like a traffic jam, and I can only sort out one by one very slowly, in order to find a real train of thought in my diverse mind.

Mi Ji froze in place, various real body reforms disturbed his thoughts.

The girl, who had some problems while thinking, had no choice but to continue to stalemate.

"Don't...don't be like this." The girl with purple hair at night said timidly.

He wanted to wrap his hands in front of his chest and curl up, but he couldn't do it at all, there were too many obstacles.

At this time, any action that you want to take has no result.

The sense of touch kept coming.

"Although Miki said that..." Miss Mahiru whispered in her ear suspiciously, "But she didn't resist at all."

"This, this is because."

The girl bit her lower lip, and extracted words from her mind: "It's too tight, I can't do anything at all, and Mahiru is still hugging... still resting on Yaki's shoulder..."

Speaking of the latter, the girl lowered her head slightly, and her voice became weaker.

The strangeness of the body, the quickening of the heartbeat, the heaving and rising of the chest due to panting - these real feelings cannot be ignored.

The sound and breath came from the right ear again.

"Well, I understand."

This breath blows away Miki's temple hair.

Even if I want to get used to it, I can't do it by raising my hand to comb my temple hair.

Things like handcuffs are really scary.

No wonder the prisoner is handcuffed as soon as he is caught.

Because after copying it, there is really nothing you can do.

Mahiru continued: "What Miki said is actually part of the play, right?"

Eh?

Miki seems to have been misunderstood again.

"Listen to me!" Miki said eagerly, her voice inevitably becoming hoarse due to nervousness.

Miss Mahiru, please don't just live in your own self-conscious cognition!

Now you are like Miki, and you tend to think too much.

"Yeah, I'm listening."

Although the red-haired girl on her shoulder said so, her actual actions had nothing to do with her words.

closer.

The opponent's front was stuck to Mi Ji's stiff back.

The breaths of each other are lingering together, and the strands of hair are also touching at the same time, and the movements begin to entangle.

The girl's arms locked behind her back also felt more warm from the soft touch.

The long hair was being combed, but Yaki did not agree.

Mahiru combed Yaki's locks together, gently moved the long hair on the right side to the left side, and then approached her face.

Kissed the side of the girl's neck.

Eh……

terrible.

Obviously Miss Mahiru is the one who needs to worry the least in Miji's cognition, but why now.

But it has become like this.

"Mi Ji, actually, I'm dreaming..." the girl said softly.

"Yes, I'm dreaming." After lightly kissing the scented neck, Mahiru replied softly.

"Right now, it's just the two of us dreaming together."

"So, don't think so much, Miji." The red-haired girl whispered in Miji's ear: "It's just a dream, you can do anything in the dream, so... do something slightly different from usual. Things can also be allowed."

"Is it a dream...?"

"Yes."

After getting the acknowledgment, Mi Ji, whose thoughts had become chaotic and dazed, slowly raised his head and looked around.

The moving red silk satin is slowly crawling towards him, the lower body of himself and Mahiru has been wrapped by these red silk satin again, and it is gradually tightening.

In the middle of the room, a strangely shaped sarcoma was constantly beating like a heart, held up by a long silver stick that was more than one meter high and looked like a candlestick.

These are obviously so weird.

However, Ms. Mahiru turned a blind eye to this.

These red silks and satins entangled both of them, and, like growing vines, they were coiling upwards around the bodies of the two girls.

It's so weird... So, it really must be a dream.

Although it feels a bit real, doesn't the dream yesterday, the black feathers covering the sky, feel very real?

Therefore, it is possible to do anything in the dream.

After all, it was just a dream.

A kind and gentle person like Ms. Mahiru would take a strong hand against Yaki, which is impossible in reality.

Yaki was actually just taking a nap, right?

So, don't worry so much.

This is a dream.

This is a dream.

You didn't wake up.

In reality, how could Mahiru bite Yaki's earlobe and kiss Yaki's neck?

In reality, how could Miss Mahiru, who is so introverted, easily shy, and shy, become what she is now?

How could it be possible to handcuff Mi Ji?

The girl let out a breath, and looked at the many red silks and satins that were constantly climbing up her lower body, and finally she was no longer nervous.

Mahiru said that she could do something different from usual.

So, my answer is...

"it is good……"

Miki spoke softly.

However, before the sound could completely fall, suddenly, the red silk on Mi Ji's body lost all its strength and loosened as if it had changed from a living thing to a dead thing in an instant.One piece on the ground.

A pure black feather, at an unknown time, was inserted on the beating weird sarcoma in the center of the room.

At the same time, outside the open door, there were a few soft, deliberate footsteps.

"Hello, excuse me, I wanted to watch it, but the timing was perfect so I couldn't help it."

It was Chitose's voice.

"I'm sorry~"

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280 Eight, Chitose's wish

It's like petals are suddenly scattered by the wind.

The red silk wrapped around Miji like a flower bud suddenly lost strength and scattered.

These living silks and satins feel... suddenly dead.

what happened?Totally incomprehensible.

Moreover, why did Miss Qiantose suddenly stand by the door? Could it be that she has been outside all this time?

Sure enough, Miki was actually dreaming.

The storyline in the dream developed too bizarrely.

Behind him, he also suddenly lost the sense of oppression and weight.

"Mahiru?"

Compared with Miss Chitose who suddenly appeared by the door, the strange changes in Mahiru's side at this time are more important.