[Psycho-Pass] Princess Disease

The hickey marks left by intimacy naturally look like that. Even if he doesn't have such common sense, that man is really innocent.

Fortunately, he suddenly remembered that he still had a job to guide club activities. She was relieved not to have to go to Ogi Island with him, and the thought of sneaking out of the school at the risk of being discovered by the dean made her lose her motivation.

Pure curled up in the compartment in the darkroom of the activity room of the photography department, trying to open and close his eyes to flip through magazine reviews.

After learning about her living habits, Yoshiko Sakura, who agreed to release water for her absence, suggested that she write an article about koalas, which was published by a magazine focusing on wildlife.

Pure believes that koalas who spend four hours a day eating and sleeping the rest of the time are one of the cutest creatures in the world.

But a person named Makishima strongly criticized her in a message-koalas, who are sleepy all day long, have low eyesight, zero combat effectiveness, and no value in existence, should be caught and tied to stones and sink. the sea.

"It's boring..." Although separated by two door panels, she could still distinguish the man's voice sensitively.

Although she is hiding in this place now, Kosaburo Fujima doesn't know.

Did he choose to hide here because it was quiet, warm and suitable for habitat, or did he come here because he wanted to follow him and know what he said and did.

Maybe it was just because staying in the place closest to him would make her feel very peaceful and nothing bad would happen, so she was naturally attracted here.

"Is it...but... But." The girl's hesitant and clear voice sounded, "Is there anything wrong with my photos? Compared with the last time, I have worked hard on the selection of the scene."

"I don't know about such a question..." Fujima's voice was very gentle, "I just said what I saw from your photos, you should know your own thoughts better than me...so you ask me I don't know what's wrong. It's time to end, if there's nothing wrong, you can go."

I just think this is a trick to play hard to get.

For Hitoko Kirino, because he has not been recognized, he will devote himself more to photography, and he will become more persistent in getting his approval.

Next, the light coming through the crack of the door that was suddenly opened startled her who was lurking in the dark.

"No wonder I think someone is there. But when did you hide in?" Fujima was a little surprised, "Would you like to go together, Ogishima?"

She closed the wildlife magazine in her hand: "But it's already so late."

At this moment, there was another person in the activity room that should be empty.

"Do you still remember the student whose application to the Admissions Department was rejected last time? Mr. Shibata." Rikako's uniquely happy voice sounded from outside the door.She seems to be moving something.

Because the photography department and the art department share some equipment, she often comes here.

"So, what did you find that made you so happy."

"If you could express a little bit of curiosity, I wouldn't hate you so much for making weak women around at will."

"Well, okay, I'm a little curious."

"While the painting is technically impeccable, it lacks style. This is why you told me why you abandoned her and kept me. Now I know why she lacks the noble style of an artist. Her guardian is not Relatives who are related by blood, because that woman has a habit of raising and playing with young girls, so the student is probably sent to this school because she is particularly favored by her. Of course, such a person cannot draw a stylish picture Works... Please open the door for me, thank you."

As the door was closed again.

Chun felt that the darkness he was trapped in was even more blurred.When this happens, I feel sleepy unconsciously.

Because she was so sleepy, she leaned against the wall and fell asleep at once.

"A normal life, a sound personality, and satisfied with everything so far? Are you really saying that?" In the dim light, she could barely feel his face close to her, his voice was Ridiculous, unsettling.

"I don't think my life is abnormal..." She opened her eyes and looked at him, "Although I am dissatisfied occasionally, it is because I am M, and M always finds things to tangle himself. For example, strict Evaluating myself morally, and then constantly telling me how bad I was, made me feel like my mind was completely normal."

"Everyone thinks something is abnormal, but I think it doesn't matter. I feel very confused." Seeing that she no longer pretended to be dead, he smiled slightly, "I also felt the same... You see, we are What about the same kind..."

"You're a pervert." She lowered her head helplessly, staring at the ground, "but I'm not perverted at all."

He stroked her hair and said softly and childishly, "Tell me, don't hide it from me. I also want to know about your past..."

"I was born in the welfare institution you stayed in. My mother seemed to be a French sex worker. She died after giving birth to me. I don't remember clearly before the age of ten. One day , a senator came to the welfare agency to adopt me and sent me to the home of a rich lady. I have been serving her since then. The marks on my body you saw before were also left when I was with her. I didn't know what was right, I wasn't taught. When I was educated to know what morality was, I found I couldn't understand it. I didn't really think there was anything miserable and dirty about the situation, though I can use words like dirty and filthy to describe it." Chun summed up her life so far in a few words, and added, "I don't want others to know about this at all, but it's not to take care of others' feelings, probably just Because I want to feel 'normal' myself."

At least he can act like a normal person.

He gently held her shoulders, looked into her eyes, and said with inexplicable joy in his voice: "Only two people can build the world, as long as they agree with each other and understand each other, there is no need for the approval of extra people. If it is Your words must be able to understand my thoughts."

"There is a feeling... that you are taking advantage of the opportunity to engage in pyramid schemes..." She stretched out her hand and patted him on the shoulder lightly, "I have been alone since I was born. Things can pass with patience. If I met you at another time, I would definitely like you very much. But..."

But in this time and space where something went wrong and there was a different development, she couldn't resonate with those selves who liked him at all.Why do you like him so much, although she admits that he is indeed a special existence to her.

She likes the feeling of staying by his side, and also likes the smell of strawberry cake on his body, but she can't really like him.

"Of course you don't like me." There was a little haze in his slightly lowered eyes, "because you haven't forgiven me yet."

"You treat me as someone else again." She looked away helplessly, "Since my sister is the only irreplaceable existence, how can you just find someone to replace her. This is wrong, yes It's the work of scumbags to empathize with others."

She had no recollection of what he had done that she could not forgive.

She felt very displeased only that he was looking for a substitute for his sister, and asking for forgiveness for referring to others as Her Royal Highness.

"I didn't treat you as someone else." He said in a very innocent and soft tone.

"Then call me by my name, you never seem to call me by my name." She looked at him angrily.

He showed a childish smile: "You never call me by my name, why is that?"

"Because I know you don't like it." She didn't know why he was happy, anyway, she couldn't understand the perverted brain circuit.

"Then I have the same reason." Hearing the sound of something closing from outside, he let out an 'ahh' as ​​if suddenly remembering something.

"What can cause you to be so alarmed?"

"We talked so much that we forgot the time. We're locked up here..." He had come to his senses, and looked at her with a relaxed and perverted smile on his face, "That means we're going to spend the night here. But I haven't had dinner yet, can you...can you...?"

She immediately opened the schoolbag that was thrown aside, took out the leftover sandwiches from noon, opened it respectfully and brought it to him.

"I would rather you come and feed me yourself..." For some reason, in the darker and darker compartment, his voice sounded softer and more perverted.

"I won't indulge you. If you want to eat, you can take it yourself. I have already discovered that perverts will only go too far in arrogance." She placed the box between the two of them, turning her face away from him.

From then on, she no longer had the sense of superiority of being a normal person in front of him. Wang Ling is really a gossip.

"In front of you, I am indeed M..." He obediently picked up the toothpick in the box, poked a sandwich, and brought it to her, "Because I am M, so I will only be raped. Let me feed you." ,your Highness."

"It's so naive...perverted." She turned her face sideways even harder, thankfully she was in the dark, so even if she blushed, she wouldn't be able to see it.

People will be embarrassed too... This shameful mood.

"I want to sleep on you...so I'll feed you in return," he said, in his usual shameless manner.

"Don't say anything ambiguous. I'm not a three-year-old child, so I don't need to be fed." She whispered with some confidence, "So, I know... I'll just feed you."