Funinna, please let me steal your heart!

Chiori had said that to her before.

"How do you feel now?"

"Ah, very good."

Luna gazed into Chiori's eyes, then her gaze shifted slightly to her eye makeup.

Just as Navia said, Chiori's makeup was beautiful and elegant, adding a touch of softness and glamour to her usually aloof and rarely smiling face.

"Clothes not only bring out a beautiful appearance, but can also brighten the heart."

"I'll mend your clothes, in exchange... lend me your beauty."

Luna recalled, and murmured.

Chiori's eyes softened considerably: "Yes... this is our promise."

"Having spent so much time with you, I wouldn't say I completely understand you, but at least I know what I can do, and you know what you can do for me."

It sounds like a transaction, and in reality, it's pretty much the same.

The transaction wasn't about money or anything else.

"Chiki".

Chiori was about to give a casual reply when Luna suddenly moved closer, her soft, warm object pressed against her cheek. She could feel the breath and a little bit of moisture on her skin.

It was a kiss.

Luna kissed her cheek. Upon realizing this, Chiori froze completely in place.

Luna exhaled softly and said in a low voice, "Since you'll definitely refuse if I ask, then I won't ask."

"...........Luna."

"Ok?"

Chiori's expression darkened: "Do you want to land face down or butt down?"

Luna guiltily looked away: "I want to sit in Chiori's lap?"

"................................................Haa."

Chiori sighed with a headache.

I almost forgot, this guy has no idea how to follow the rules.

If you keep telling her no, she might just take the initiative herself.

There is no patience.

They also lack a sense of shame.

There is no question of self-reflection.

Even if she were told to stop, she certainly wouldn't listen to a word. Thinking of this, Chiori had no choice but to abandon the idea of ​​punishing Luna, but her face remained stern.

"You can kiss me too."

"unnecessary."

Chiori turned around and pulled back the curtain.

"Wait a moment."

"What are you doing?" she asked without turning her head.

Luna pulled a ticket from the pocket of her original clothes and used it to scratch Chiori's neck: "It's a ticket to my and Lady Funina's performance, here you go."

"...Thanks, that saved me some money."

Chiori casually raised her hand to take it, then walked straight away from her.

As Luna walked out of the changing room, she saw Chiori enter the restroom.

"Are you angry?" she asked softly, leaning against the door.

No. Getting angry with you won't help.

"But you're still angry."

"I do not have."

Chiori touched her face and sighed again, "I didn't, but if you say that again, I'll really get angry."

"well."

The footsteps fade away.

Chiori took off her gloves, caught the water flowing from the pipe with her hands, and then splashed it on her face to cool it down.

"Chiori." Luna's voice rang out again from the doorway.

"....do what?"

"Want to go get something to eat?"

Chiori looked at herself in the mirror, touched her cheek, and pursed her lips. For some reason, she was now filled with anger, with nowhere to vent it.

"Haa..." Chiori breathed out in a low voice.

No, I can't stand it.

I wiped my hands clean, put on gloves, and pushed the door open.

"Don't open the door suddenly!" Luna complained.

Luckily she dodged quickly, otherwise she would have been elbowed by the door.

But Chiori didn't respond to her words; instead, she walked straight towards her.

"I wasn't angry before, but now I don't know why I feel like I'm full of fire inside."

Luna asked in surprise, "Want some herbal tea?"

His anger intensified.

"enough."

Chiori grabbed Luna's face.

"If this happens again, I will definitely not let you off the hook."

Then he pressed his lips to her face. The faint breath vanished in an instant.

"Okay, let's go."

Without a second thought, she grabbed her bag and walked out of the Senori-ya store.

Luna quickly caught up: "Why did you suddenly—"

"Can't you?"

"It's not that it's impossible, it's just that you didn't say..."

"nausea?"

"Correct."

Chiori turned around: "That's why I'm upset. I'm not a person who likes to endure things, especially situations that make me feel suffocated."

She turned her head, frowning. "Any objections?"

Luna smiled and said, "Yes."

"explain."

"Again."

"Dream on."

"Then let's do it a few more times, let me dream only of you." Luna twirled a strand of Chiori's hair with her fingertip.

Chiori shuddered: "I'm getting goosebumps."

"May I touch it?"

"...You go first."

"No."

91: What about me?

"The Phantom Thief White Cat," Funina muttered the name.

From the very first formal encounter, she always had an incredible feeling, as if the other person's thoughts could resonate and echo her own.

"'I don't want to stand on stage anymore, I don't want to be seen by others—don't look at me!'..."

That truly expressed her feelings.

But if she doesn't do it, who will?

Giving up means the death of countless Fontainebleau people, and failure also means annihilation.

"...Being a phantom thief must be really cool."

Wearing a mask allows you to do whatever you want.

This is like putting on a mask, but actually taking it off.

She, on the other hand, was the complete opposite.

But it doesn't matter. As long as the plan succeeds, once the performance of playing "Demon God Fukaros" is over, she will have the freedom of expression, can take off the mask, and return to her true self...

probably.

"After all, I can't remember what I was like at the beginning."

Furnessa sighed. Just then, Sedna's voice rang out from outside the door.

"Lady Funina, there are urgent documents for you!"