In this crossover anime, Yoshikage Kira longs for a peaceful life.

If it weren't for the circumstances not allowing it.

They might very well become best friends—the kind who scheme against each other—under the witness of fireworks.

But in any case.

It is foreseeable that they will have a very fulfilling summer vacation.

In every sense of the word.

Similarly, Yoshikage Kira's summer vacation will also be very fulfilling.

The kind where there's absolutely no free time.

Chapter 193 The Unfamiliar Ceiling

early morning.

The glaring sunlight streamed through the window, illuminating the tatami mats in the bedroom.

Awakened by the buzzing of her phone and the ringing of the alarm, the girl instinctively shielded her eyes with her arm to avoid the glare of the sunlight. But when she opened her eyes, what greeted her was not the familiar student dormitory, but a bedroom with a distinctly classic Japanese style.

Can't help but.

The girl fell into deep thought.

She lowered her head, her gaze gradually moving down from her budding breasts to her raised hands.

The girl's hands were small and delicate, white and smooth like steamed rice, with long, soft knuckles and nails like polished amber, shiny and translucent, emitting a faint fragrance. Whenever she touched her skin with her fair, jade-like hands, it felt as if a warm, clear spring was flowing, refreshing her mind and spirit, as if she were in a gentle breeze among green bamboo, feeling relaxed and carefree.

Such a beautiful sight tempted the girl, who couldn't help but bring her small hand to her mouth and gently lick it with her pink tongue.

It's fragrant, soft, and sweet, with the delicate and delicious flavor unique to young girls.

It made her want to swallow it whole.

These hands, these hands, are simply...

Wow!

The bedroom door slid gently.

The little girl with pigtails pushed open the door and saw the awakened girl sitting on the tatami mat, enjoying herself immensely, sucking on her finger and licking the tip of her finger with her nimble pink tongue.

"Sister, what are you doing?"

"Eating your hands."

The girl answered immediately.

What are you talking about in your sleep?

The little girl raised her voice with a look of disgust:

"Dinner's ready! Get up now!"

Snapped!

The shoji screen was slammed shut with a loud thud, and the little girl's footsteps grew fainter and fainter.

However, the girl ignored her sister's disdain and continued licking her fingers, as if she wouldn't get out of bed until she had licked them enough!

at last.

The girl, satisfied with her licking, stood up from the tatami mat and began to survey the layout of the room.

The bedroom is a classic Japanese style, with beige tatami mats on the floor. Sunlight streams in through the shoji windows, casting a chilling hue on the floor. Scattered nearby are gray teddy bears and two open otome light novels, the pages of which happen to contain rather erotic scenes.

Besides.

A mirror and crammed cabinets, bookshelves and wardrobes were placed against the wall, but the floor was still piled with clutter, and the papers and textbooks on the table were a mess. Only the white sailor uniform top and the gray pleated skirt were properly hung on the clothes hooks.

The girl's schoolbag was still on the desk, and her student ID was inside.

Her name is Miyamizu Mitsuha.

The young girl took off her pink nightgown and stood in front of the full-length mirror with her fair and delicate feet, carefully observing her beautiful body that exuded youthful vitality.

Her fair skin reflected the morning light, smooth and radiant.

She has a soft and slender figure, a small and cute face, and long, jet-black hair as smooth as silk.

no doubt.

She is a beautiful young woman.

The breasts are in their developmental stage, just like a young pigeon. Although they are white, tender, small and cute, they are not big enough.

But it's okay.

Even small ones are cute.

His XP doesn't have this feature.

The girl turned and walked to the bedside, reaching out to take down the white sailor uniform hanging on the clothes hook.

It was my first time wearing a sailor uniform.

But having done it many times before, she was quite skilled at it.

After putting on her dress, the girl straightened her red bow tie.

Only when there was not a single flaw did the girl leave the room satisfied and head to the washroom to wash up.

There are three toothbrushes in the bathroom.

However, two of them showed signs of dampness, while only one was dry.

Although it has been used before.

But it doesn't matter, he doesn't mind.

After washing up, the girl dried her face with a towel, looked up at the girl in the mirror with long, black hair and a beautiful face, and suddenly whispered:

"Killer Queen!"

A large pink cat appeared quietly and stood silently beside the girl.

A substitute originates from the resonance of the soul and is a companion of the soul.

When souls are swapped, the substitute will travel with the soul to the new body and will not be at the beck and call of others.

That makes sense.

So the only difficulty now lies in...

Why do souls swap?

Bang bang!

The bathroom door was banged on, and a little girl's impatient voice came from outside:

"Sister, are you done yet? We're going to be late!"

"immediately."

Kira Yoshikage replied, straightened his clothes, and turned to leave the washroom.

He used to think that girls wearing sailor uniforms were cute, but now that he's actually a woman, he just feels awkward.

The top is fine, since it's still small and not too cumbersome.

But it's been chilly down there, I should put on some safety shorts first.

"Good morning."

"Sister, you're going to be too slow! We'll really be late at this rate!"

When Yoshikage Kira finally appeared at the dinner table, the little girl with pigtails complained again.

"Good morning."

The elderly woman with gray hair smiled and responded to the girl.

Yoshikage Kira calmly picked up the bowl, just about to serve rice, when his expression suddenly turned extremely serious—

He was confident that he could play the role of a young girl well, but could that girl who secretly read otome light novels under the covers at night really play him well?

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"Hmm~"

In the early morning, the blond boy habitually turned to the side, trying to hug the teddy bear placed on his left.

However, the next second, he rolled off the bed and crashed heavily onto the floor.

Snapped!

"I'm stunned!"

The boy cried out in pain, the pain in his body completely dispelling his already limited drowsiness.

But as he rubbed his head and got up, he was taken aback by the unfamiliar surroundings:

"This is where?"

An unfamiliar ceiling, an unfamiliar room, an unfamiliar city.

"Um?!"

The boy opened his eyes wide and suddenly realized that his voice seemed wrong.

Her voice isn't that deep and resonant at all!

That's clearly a male voice, isn't it?

The boy frantically reached for his chest, but instead of the soft, growing breasts he had expected, he found none.

"Um!?"

He suddenly lowered his head, looking at the now-vanished breasts, and couldn't help but fall into deep self-doubt.

"No way?"

The boy muttered to himself, staring blankly at his palm.

Whether out of instinct or curiosity, he reached down and touched the area between his legs.