Is it really a straight girl?

dong dong.

There was no echo from the door.

"Aren't you here?" Mi Ji said to himself, then reached out to tap.

Still no response came from the door.

As if really absent.

Miji waited for a while, and after confirming that there was indeed no response, he probed and turned the switch on.

click-

The door opened a crack, and Yaki pushed it inward.

In the middle of the room, on the light pink quilt, there is a Miss Mahiru with her eyes closed, who seems to be in a coma.

The red hair is like twisted vine branches, spread on the pink and white bed, and naturally spread around.

The complexion was very calm, on Mahiru's face, it was rare for Yaki to see such peace of sleeping peacefully now.

Her breasts rose and fell slowly and weakly. She was only wearing underwear, revealing her slim figure and bright, clean and white skin.

"So I just overslept..." Mi Ji relaxed.

But why not cover it with a quilt? Although I am wearing underwear, it will catch cold, right?The weather isn't that hot yet.

"Mahiru?" Yaki called softly.

It was like knocking on the door twice just now, but there was still no answer.

Mi Ji paid attention to the red silk and satin on the ground, and stepped on the exposed wrong boards, slowly approaching the other side's bed.

"I'm here to deliver breakfast." Miki reminded again, put the plate of porridge in his hand on the desk beside the bed first, then grabbed a chair and approached Mahiru's bed, quietly Looking at each other's sleeping face.

Breathing evenly, complexion peaceful... By the way, the brown eyelashes are so long, even longer than Miji, and the shape is also very good. .

Looking at Mahiru like this, Yaki gradually realized that Mahiru is also a super beautiful beauty, and her figure looks perfect.

If the full score is [-], Yaki will score [-].

"Mahiru, it's time to eat." Miki looked at it for a while before continuing to remind.

However, Mahiru still didn't answer much, but moved her body a little.

Mi Ji silently looked around, and saw that the thing in the center of the room, which was originally wrapped in red silk like a Christmas tree, had now been revealed.

It seemed to be a heart-sized sarcoma or meat ball, supported by a small table made of red silk and satin, protruding like slender branches or nerve-like lines, connected to the red silk and satin.

Moreover, it was beating like a heart.

Miki had never seen such a weird thing, but she could also realize that it should be something very important to Mahiru, so even if she was really a little curious, she didn't touch it.

"Mahiru, wake up, now... well, let me see, it's almost seven o'clock, and the food is going to be cold." There happened to be a small purple bench next to Mahiru's bed, and Miki sat on it, using her own poked the other's exposed shoulder with his finger.

Although now, the porridge is almost cold.

"Hmm..." Miss Mahiru let out a low voice after being poked by Miki.

"Do you still want to sleep? Then Mi Ji is leaving first, breakfast is already on the table." Mi Ji changed his attitude.

"No, I won't sleep..."

The sound is so muffled.

It feels different from the usual Mahiru's voice... Although it's a little low usually, it's not such a dull voice.

After all, he just woke up, so Mi Ji is not surprised.

"Then get up, and Mi Ji will help you after eating." Mi Ji said amiably.

"Hmm..." The girl with messy red hair rubbed her eyes, took a deep breath, and then exhaled deeply: "I'm so tired. Is it so tired after waking up in reality... It's been a long time."

"Eh?"

This tone does not sound like Mahiru's.

If you look closely, Mahiru's hair seems to be a little longer today.

The red-haired girl slowly opened her eyes, saw the purple girl in front of her sitting blankly by the bed, and let out a weak breath.

"Hi." She rolled her eyes.

Mi Ji looked at the other party, always feeling that something was wrong, but couldn't tell what was wrong.

A little strange?

But isn't the person in front of him Mahiru?

"Oh, it's not the one from last night." After waking up, the red-haired girl understood the situation at a glance, sat up, yawned and stretched her hands upwards, and opened her mouth flatly for a few seconds. After sitting up, the red hair was scattered on the light pink quilt. If she stood up at this length, she might have fallen to her knees.

"What's the matter? Miji." She looked over with a smile.

Temperament is completely different from Mahiru.

Miji fell into the quagmire of doubts, and was about to ask more questions, but the other party looked at Miji's side, sniffed lightly, nodded slightly with nostalgia, and said: "Oh, breakfast, it's been a long time It's not over..."

"Sister?" The red-haired girl who became energetic a few seconds after waking up called casually.

"Here, call... me?" Mi Ji blankly pointed at himself.

"She's calling Mahiru, she doesn't seem to wake up yet, but it doesn't matter, I'll have breakfast by myself, I haven't eaten by myself for a long time." The red-haired girl patted her flat belly: "Yes Well, I haven't introduced myself yet."

The red-haired girl, who was only wearing light blue pure underwear all over her body, said kindly: "Hello, hello, I am Kagura, another personality of this body."

"I was called out because of some things last night. I haven't gone back because Mahiru is still sleeping. I really want to go back. The reality is terrible." She tapped her cheek, suddenly thought of something, and looked at Miki Gentle suggestion: "I'm almost Mahiru's older sister, since you are Mahiru's lover, you can also call me older sister."

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520 Two. Let me manipulate your heart

Mi Ji always felt that the amount of information was huge.

It's going to be too big, hey.

His eyes became dull.

"Wait, wait, let me understand..." Mi Ji supported his head, and stretched out his palm to the other party, signaling for a pause.

personality...

"Miss Mahiru, do you have multiple personalities?" Miki asked, pressing her temple.

"Illness? This word is surprisingly appropriate." The red-haired girl who was about to get up nodded, her slender legs stepped down to the edge of the bed, her feet landed on the wooden floor, and she stood up without wearing shoes , walked to the hanger next to Miji peacefully and naturally, and slowly flicked it a few times with his fingers to choose a dress from it.

That's really true. .

"Then, the one in front of me is actually not Mahiru, but another personality?" Miki thought while rubbing his temples.

She has seen supernatural things in the past few days, and she also knows that Miss Bi Fang seems to have another darker personality.

But why does Mahiru have multiple personalities?

That's weird, does anyone else suffer from something like this?

Yaki is afraid that there are more than two patients with multiple personality disorders in the apartment.

"Yes, but logically speaking, I am the main character." She smiled slightly.

"..."

Miss Mahiru that Miki has been seeing is not actually Mahiru?

There was a sense of wrong separation in his heart, and Miki looked at the red-haired girl in front of him who was the same as Mahiru, and his heart was once again in a daze.

"Don't worry, I won't stay for too long." The red-haired girl beside the bed, who was only wearing pure underwear, picked out a black dress on the hanger, and walked slowly to the full-length mirror on the side of the room. Said: "After about a short period of time, Miss Mahiru who likes you will come back."

Miki nodded confusedly.

Mi Ji seemed to understand, but could understand a little bit what the other party said.

The personality occupying Mahiru's body now will not appear all the time, and he only needs to wait for a short period of time.

Although I still always feel a little awkward, when I was alone with Mahiru before, was it always watched by another person?Kind of scary.

"Call me sister?" The red-haired girl fiddled with the black dress over the full-length mirror, grabbed it and covered it in front of her body, shaking her body lively.

Miki had never felt liveliness from Mahiru before, and the other party acted so naturally...

So, it's not that Mahiru is lying to Yaki, but it's true...

Really has a dual personality. .

Yaki didn't quite know how to deal with Mahiru's other personality, and felt that the interpersonal relationship was already a bit out of order.

"Sister..." The girl with purple pupils subconsciously said with a sense of doubt, then shook her head again: "Why did I call you sister?"

"It should be like this, you think." She said as if joking: "I'm Mahiru's older sister, and if you want to be Mahiru's lover, naturally you have to call me older sister."

Eh?

Why does Miki feel that this statement seems to be no problem.

No, no, it must be a bad mouth.

"I'm not a lover yet!" Mi Ji turned around and looked at the other party's appearance, emphasizing this point.

If you feel it carefully, it turns out that the temperament of the other party is completely different from before, and it is really a different person.

"It will be after that." The red-haired girl smiled cheerfully, looked at herself in the mirror and nodded, put herself on the irregular black long-sleeved dress that was twisted in her hands, and tied the skirt .

"Not necessarily in the future, Miki hasn't agreed to Mahiru yet." Miss Miki was still sitting on the edge of the bed, her two little hands stretched out her index fingers awkwardly and nodded at each other, she lowered her head, feeling like she was about to blush.

"Huh?" The red-haired girl in the black dress stopped in front of the mirror to observe her movements, turned her head silently, and stared at Mi Ji on the other side: "The meaning of what I said just now is that you don't Are you willing to promise Mahiru's wish?"

She narrowed her eyes, but there was still a slight smile on the corner of her mouth.

"It's not that I don't agree...I, I." Miki didn't look at the other party, sighed to himself, and said slowly: "Sometimes I also think, if only I can like Mahiru Yes, but... I can't feel it, really."

I can't feel what I like, I can't feel what the other person likes about me, and I can't feel my own mood.

Mi Ji can only linger in this dullness and confusion, unable to respond to the other party's liking, and unable to clarify his sincerity.

So there is no way to agree, and I don't know how to refuse.

Perhaps, the first time Miji was confessed, he should have declined immediately and resolutely, but even that would have brought another kind of uneasiness.