A Kexue's liquid protective film railgun

It's already late at night.

The bathroom was filled with steaming mist due to the heat, the girl's brilliant blond hair was tied on top of her head, and a few strands of hanging temples floated on the surface of the hot water, and her fair complexion was dyed a light pink due to the rising temperature. .

The golden eyelashes drooped slightly, covering the bright stars in the pupils.

Shokuhou Misaki picked up a puddle of water with her hands, and watched the pattering water flow from between her fingers. In the end, nothing was left, only a little moist feeling.

She sighed faintly—Misaka Mikoto is a piece of wood that refuses to understand.

Shokuhou Misaki hugged her knees and thought for a while in the bathtub filled with hot water, and finally put her palms on her lips, making a pair of horns, and raised her voice slightly: "Misaka-san——"

After a few seconds, Misaka Mikoto's impatient voice came: "What?"

The glass door of the bathroom is inlaid with half of frosted glass, Shokuhou Misaki can faintly see the figure of the girl coming through the frosted glass through the fog and light.

"Can you help me get my pajamas?" Shokuhou Misaki sat in the bathtub leisurely, leaning her elbows on the edge of the bathtub, her tone full of smiles, "Can Misaka-san help me get it in?"

Misaka Mikoto was silent for a while, wanting to tell the bathroom otherwise you would come out naked, but she didn't say that in the end.

Shokuhou Misaki carried a very small suitcase with her, and of course she only had this one piece of pajamas. Misaka Mikoto found the so-called pajamas without much effort.

The piece of cloth that Shokuhou Misaki called "pajamas" only uses very little material, it is cut in a deep V, and there are two thin suspenders.

Misaka Mikoto used her index finger and middle finger to pick up the piece of fabric with fine glitter and shook it, thinking that this thing with almost zero concealment is also suitable for pajamas?

But Misaka Mikoto thought about it, but in terms of taste in pajamas and underwear, Shokuhou Misaki and Shirai Kuroko are almost the same - most of them are very mature and sexy styles.

So, the strange person is actually herself?

She stood there and pondered for a while, until the voice of Shokuhou Misaki urging vaguely came from the bathroom, and she came back to her senses.

Misaka Mikoto wanted to hang that pajamas directly on the bathroom doorknob, but...

"Then what's the point of asking Misaka-san to help me get my pajamas?" Shokuhou Misaki's tone seemed very dissatisfied, "If Misaka-san doesn't mind me changing clothes in front of you..." She After a pause, he hummed and laughed, "Could it be that Misaka-san just wants to take advantage of me?"

"What are you talking about? We are all girls!" Misaka Mikoto looked very unbelievable, "Of course I have what you have, what's so good about it?"

"That's not certain." Shokuhou Misaki said meaningfully, "Although everyone has some things, the quantity is not the same after all."

"what--?"

Misaka Mikoto immediately turned the doorknob of the bathroom, took a few steps, and walked directly through the foggy room to the bathtub. She wished she could pat that light purple suspender nightdress directly on Shokuhou Misaki's hateful face face.

Just as Misaka Mikoto was trying to turn her inner thoughts into reality, she paused.

The blond girl with her waist down and supporting the bathtub wall looked up at her, her cheeks flushed by the heat looked beautiful, the end of her eyes and the tip of her nose were stained with a layer of crimson, she looked innocent and pitiful—the water droplets flowed along the girl’s face. The white and slender neck line rolled down and sank into the gully on her chest, even her shoulders were glowing with lovely pink.

Misaka Mikoto was silent for two seconds, feeling that she came in angrily, and it seemed a bit shameful to leave in such a disheveled manner, so she patted Shokuhou Misaki's nightdress on the sink, turned her head and walked away with a straight face.

"That's all, there's nothing to show off every day."

Shokuhou Misaki covered her mouth and laughed, thinking of the back of Misaka Mikoto leaving the bathroom like a defeated dog, she immediately became overjoyed.

……

Misaka Mikoto washed up before Shokuhou Misaki.

Compared to Shokuhou Misaki, her pajamas are much more conservative. They are light grass-colored Japanese-style pajamas, which only reveal the girl's delicate collarbone lines and slender wrists and ankles.

They quickly turned off the lights, and the room was darkened.Only the bright moonlight penetrated through the floor-to-ceiling windows, slightly illuminating half of the room.

Misaka Mikoto and Shokuhou Misaki were lying on the bed back to back.

To be honest, it was the first time that Misaka Mikoto slept in the same bed with someone when she was awake - Shirai Kuroko's night attack-like behavior couldn't be counted.

Moreover, the person she slept with was the old enemy she had identified in the past, and she never even thought that there would be a day when she and Shokuhou Misaki could reconcile.

The closer she got to Shokuhou Misaki, the more Misaka Mikoto could smell the rich honey-sweet fragrance emanating from Shokuhou Misaki's body.

That sweet smell seemed to soak every strand of hair, and Misaka Mikoto felt that even she was going to be infected with this wonderful smell.

Although lying on the same bed and covered with the same quilt, she obviously didn't touch or feel the warmth of another person, but Misaka Mikoto just couldn't sleep.

Not only could she not fall asleep, she also felt nervous for no reason and her heart was beating wildly.

Misaka Mikoto couldn't fall asleep, and Shokuhou Misaki certainly didn't fall asleep either.

She can understand and see her own mind better than Misaka Mikoto.

Why did you put Misaka Mikoto's pendant on that guata, and replace it with the star hairpin she chose by herself?

She wanted to leave some marks of her own on Misaka Mikoto.In this case, even if something unexpected happens one day, it can be evidence that she existed in Misaka Mikoto's life, right?

At least it won't completely evaporate from Misaka Mikoto's memory, as if they never met.

Therefore, Shokuhou Misaki subconsciously wanted to leave some traces on Misaka Mikoto.

Anything is fine, as long as it can be proved that she really participated in Misaka Mikoto's life and left an indelible mark on Misaka Mikoto's life.

Shokuhou Misaki has been watching Misaka Mikoto since the first day of junior high school when she met Misaka Mikoto.

Two years of staring at her was too long, and she had unknowingly spent more time and energy on Misaka Mikoto than she could have imagined, making her hardly think about a certain summer—never thinking of Kamijou Touma’s satisfaction Rejoice and throb.

Time blurs everything and deepens everything.

No matter how much she likes to tease Misaka Mikoto, no matter how tit-for-tat she is, if she puts everything aside and asks Shokuhou Misaki who she would choose if she had to choose a person she can trust absolutely, then she can answer without hesitation that that person is Misaka Mikoto .

Shokuhou Misaki knows better than anyone else what kind of sense of justice Misaka Mikoto has, desperate courage and kindness as warm as sunshine.

Anyone would be attracted to such a dazzling girl, right?

Of course, Shokuhou Misaki is no exception.

The only thing that troubles her is that Misaka Mikoto seems to be enlightened, but she doesn't seem to be enlightened.

Her Lady Queen grasped the quilt with her slender fingers, and angrily cursed Misaka Mikoto in her heart for being a super invincible idiot.

In the end, the two fell asleep separately.

And when she woke up——it was Shokuhou Misaki who opened her eyes first.

When Her Lady Queen opened her eyes, she saw Misaka Mikoto who was sleeping soundly.

Some of the ends of the brown hair fell on the young girl's cheeks, her soft light-colored lips were slightly parted, revealing a bit of white teeth.The neckline of the Japanese-style pajamas looked untidy, revealing the round shoulders of the girl and the thin straps of the underwear, and there was a slight bulge below the collarbone.

Shokuhou Misaki glanced at it, and commented inwardly: The white floral style fits Misaka Mikoto's somewhat childish character very well.

She really wanted to move, but Misaka Mikoto held down her hair, so she couldn't even move now.

Shokuhou Misaki sighed, stretched out his fingers, and squeezed Misaka Mikoto's nose in a wicked way-this method worked, and after a short pinch, Misaka Mikoto opened her eyes with a frown.

The tea-haired girl raised her hand angrily to hold Shokuhou Misaki's slender wrist, her face was full of anger that someone disturbed her dream, "Shokuhou Misaki, what are you doing?"

"Of course I woke you up." Shokuhou Misaki replied naturally, "You're pressing my hair, Misaka-san."

Misaka Mikoto looked past Shokuhou Misaki, she glanced at the alarm clock on the bedside table, and immediately raised her voice: "Do you remember what time you went to bed last night?"

Probably because of getting angry, Misaka Mikoto lifted the quilt angrily.

Relying on the urge to be forcibly awakened, she straddled Shokuhou Misaki's waist and abdomen, holding Shokuhou Misaki's wrist with one hand and pressing it on the bed, and the other hand picked up and put it down. The alarm clock on the bedside table showed the time displayed on the clock in front of Shokuhou Misaki.

"Shokuhou Misaki, can't you let me sleep well?"

She thinks about this annoying guy before going to bed, even in her dreams, and even the one who interrupts her sleep is Shokuhou Misaki!

Misaka Mikoto completed the series of actions just now naturally with the urge to get up, and after she finished her actions, she realized that something was wrong.

Shokuhou Misaki was pressed down by her, and the straps of her pajamas fell loosely on her slender arms. The deep V cut generously showed off her good figure, and the skirt that was rolled up because of the sleeping movement was unbearable. Kan covered the buttocks, but revealed the white and tender thighs.

Maybe it's because she hasn't gotten up yet, Shokuhou Misaki's blond hair is a little messy spread on the soft pillow, her cheeks and lips are moist pink, full of natural beauty.

——Their current postures are very ambiguous, very ambiguous, the degree of ambiguity that no one can explain clearly no matter who sees them.

Misaka Mikoto didn't expect that she would do such a thing on impulse, she really wanted to get off Shokuhou Misaki now, but felt that no matter what she did at this time, it seemed wrong...

The atmosphere seemed to be not quite right, the temperature in the room tended to rise, and Misaka Mikoto felt her cheeks burning.

She realized that something was wrong with the atmosphere, and felt overwhelmed, shy but subconsciously panicked about it.

The young girl's skin was warm and soft, and the pulse rate under the skin seemed to be too fast, and even the sound of her breathing became slightly aggravated.

Shokuhou Misaki blinked at her, her body was not tense at all due to being restrained, but seemed extremely relaxed.

Misaka Mikoto could only see the girl's soft, pale pink lips move slightly, overflowing with a sweet tone.

"Misaka-san, what do you want to do to him?"