Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

"soon."

She answered Romy's question directly.

"After you ate me."

The two people were getting closer and closer, and George Romy smelled the scent he left on the woman.

"I thought I had eaten just now."

Facing the man's flirting, Mary licked her lips, her misty blue eyes surging with inexplicable desires, and then all of them were swallowed up by the rigid and weird calmness: "Sir."

She looked at the man.

"I mean."

“Literally eat.”

Chapter 35 A familiar story

Crystal of Order...

Wonderful experience.

Button-sized prismatic milky white crystals turned into quicksand at the fingertips.

Disappeared in the night breeze mixed with the smell of grass.

Huo Jianshe narrowed his eyes - Kasumigaoka Utaha guessed that it was behind the expressionless mask. Whenever he drew energy from the crystal.

Another trip for two.

Party, daily life, party, daily life.

Strange "contactees".

As time went by, she seemed to be regarded as an appendage of the Huojian Society. But in fact...

This is indeed the case.

At least, she had never gotten the fruits of her labor.

"You want these little things."

Once, Huo Jianshe asked her this.

Two milky white crystals lay in the palm of my hand, emitting a faint glow.

However, Kasumigaoka Utaha heard danger in the words.

"No, that belongs to Master Hiramana."

She denied it decisively: "I want to watch Lord Hiramana become more and more powerful - until he stands at the top of the Masquerade."

The mask without sadness or joy came closer, and the cold eyes stared at Kasumigaoka Utaha's eyes through the opening of the mask without blinking. He was not trying to tell whether the woman under the peach heart mask was lying.

He was just asserting his authority as a male.

“I’m glad you have this awareness.”

Huo Jianshe patted her shoulder affectionately: "Lean on to me, I will protect you. At least, before you are completely swallowed by the fog... or the ritual fails." He didn't think that this woman's ritual could succeed at all, and he laughed off her little thoughts of concealment and defense.

"Minagawa, don't try to challenge me."

"At the ball, I am your only support. What do you think you will face? The more unpredictable human heart behind the strange mask, the unidentified organizer, the transaction full of traps - and, as a fragile woman, you."

"Do you get me?"

Kasumigaoka Utaha nodded obediently.

Fighting back the nauseating feeling.

"Of course, Lord Hujian is the person I admire the most. You are truly a strong man."

"very good."

Memories are like ripples on water, which spread out and melt into nothingness.

Kasumigaoka Utaha withdrew her gaze and watched Mori Tsukisa jumping and waving goodbye to a girl, then running towards her.

The girl also cast her eyes over here.

A pair of clear blue eyes.

And... a slightly embarrassed expression.

This kid…

Looks like a new transfer student.

"Senior?"

Mori Yuesha blocked her view with her hands and waved: "Senior, senior?"

"Oh, yes, the one you like?" She stuffed all the bitterness and darkness into the deepest box of her heart and locked it. Facing Mori Tsukishima, Kasumigaoka Utaha put on a smile and said, "That child is very beautiful."

"We are classmates."

"See you guys exchanged tokens."

That one.

Mori Yuesa raised her wrist: "Yukino said she lost her hairband, so I lent her mine." The black hairbands on her slender white wrist disappeared.

"Yukino?"

"Yukikinoshita Yukino."

"Ah, the child of the Yukinoshita family? Incredible."

Mori Tsukisa blinked: "Kasumigaoka-senpai... do you know her?"

Of course it’s not knowing, it’s knowing.

"Many of the houses in our area were built by Yukinoshita Company. Yuesha doesn't know?"

Mori Yuesha knows where to find delicious food.

The two walked downstairs side by side, chatting as they walked. "Speaking of which, the smell on Senior Sister's body has not become stronger or weaker. Is there any problem?"

"what is the problem?"

"It's that secret you told me last time."

The crimson eyes darkened: "Ah...'that' ah."

The prelude to the ceremony of Kasumigaoka Utaha.

secret.

She still hasn't decided.

Maybe in a week or two, or a month or two, we will get more secrets, but then again, all we need in the beginning is just one secret, and what we have got in the past few days is enough.

She even has a secret about the masquerade.

What Kasumigaoka Utaha is struggling with is what kind of story to write.

"Anxious girls' breasts shrink."

Kasumigaoka Utaha glanced at Mori Yuesha: "According to what you said, you are very happy?"

The girl curled her eyes and smiled sweetly.

"Super-happy!"

indeed.

According to your own settings, you are indeed in the 'super' category.

However, fallacies are fallacies.

"So, what's going on with Sawamura-kun?"

Poor Eriri, she must be frowning all day long.

"Yes…"

Mori Yuesha rolled her eyes and said, "It was very happy in the past - in the past."

Kasumigaoka Utaha crossed her arms with a half-smile and listened to her nonsense.

"One day, Murari was running and jumping in the woods, as happy as a mosquito that had sucked enough blood—"

"Then!"

Mori Yuesa's eyes widened.

“She saw a clear river!”

What about the river?

"She saw her reflection in the river."

The more Kasumigaoka Utaha listened, the more she felt that this story was inexplicably familiar.

"Ah! My reflection! You are so barren!" Mori Tsukisa waved her arms glamorously, and the gazes of the male and female students made Kasumigaoka Utaha a little embarrassed...

"Stop messing around and go..."

"Ah~"

"I am poor! I must be in anxiety!"

Mori Yuesha suddenly turned her head with an expression that said 'that's it': "Then she started to get anxious, and then she started to shrink. The more she shrank, the more anxious she became."

“The more anxious you are, the more you shrink.”

"The more it shrinks, the more anxious we become..."

Kasumigaoka Utaha: …

"Mura Riri has become like this."

The girl spread her hands and tilted her head with a smile in the bright light.

"I feel so sorry for her."

——I didn’t notice that at all.

Kasumigaoka Utaha tapped her nose and warned with a smile: "Morizukisa-san, I don't want other people to hear my 'story' in the future - especially Eriri."

"I...try my best?"

The Story King blinked his eyes and looked at her innocently and naively. The next second, the purity in his eyes quickly turned into cunning, and he puffed out his lips and moved closer to her scarlet eyes.

"So, so, so! What are you so anxious about, Senior?"

anxiety…

Things I can't tell you.

Utaha Kasumigaoka saw her own reflection in the clear lake water.

"Anxiety is oppressing, should we resist?"

She said casually, "Accepting and enduring does not involve any risk; resisting and fighting may result in death." Her voice was half-hidden, and she whispered past her lips and tongue, with her face turned towards the girl.

"What will Yuesha choose?"

Of course Mori Yuesha chose the second one.

"It's possible that he'll die."

"Ah... So, if it's the first one, do you think it's 'alive'?"

Kasumigaoka Shiyu was stunned.

"Senior is very smart, how could she not figure it out--" Mori Yuesha tiptoed and touched the top of Kasumigaoka Utaha's head.

Rubbing and scratching.

"Lulu."