A Kexue's liquid protective film railgun

The air conditioner is turned on in the room, and the already warm temperature gradually rises with the body temperature, brewing into a charming atmosphere.

When the lips and teeth intersect, the distance is extremely close, even the smell and breathing are entangled and fused together shapelessly, the tip of the nose occasionally rubs against the tip of the nose, and even the slight touch brought by the end of the eyelashes scratching the cheek.

Although Shokuhou Misaki is clearly the queen from top to bottom with lowered eyes and pity, but in matters related to physical strength, it is difficult to gain an advantage only by her aura—not to mention the aura of a paper tiger that can be broken with a single poke. , Misaka Mikoto is not someone who will be intimidated by her.

That was her dear old enemy.

The sofa in the living room is not very spacious, it can only accommodate an adult to lie down.Misaka Mikoto's fingers were inserted into the gap between the queen's fingers, and she was clasped against the soft surface of the sofa.

Shokuhou Misaki's back just leaned against the armrest of the sofa, which allowed her to barely support her body, so as not to let her whole body be pushed down without power.

Although it wasn't a green first kiss, it wasn't much better to be honest - both of them were newbies who couldn't be renewed, and it didn't take long for Shokuhou Misaki to feel overwhelmed.

Misaka Mikoto is more powerful than before.

The fingers of her other hand were always clasped on the back of the queen's neck. It was a gesture that represented control and did not allow escape, so Shokuhou Misaki had to bear more.

But the strength of one side is only temporary, and the queen bee is not someone who can be "bullied" so easily.

Shokuhou Misaki blinked, raised her hand and grabbed Misaka Mikoto's collar fiercely, causing her to lean forward suddenly, and subconsciously restrained her movements at that moment.

Taking advantage of this brief opportunity, the queen bit Misaka Mikoto's lower lip in retaliation, and a shallow mark immediately appeared on the lower lip with full lip flesh.

Even a romantic and beautiful thing like a kiss is like a competition between them. No matter who they are, they all have a strong sense of competitiveness, and they will never allow themselves to be inferior to others-the two are completely opposite to each other. words, exist between Shokuhou Misaki and Misaka Mikoto at the same time.

"Are you a dog?" Misaka Mikoto hissed.

"I didn't use much force." Shokuhou Misaki also clicked her tongue, and she poked Misaka Mikoto's shoulder with her fingertips, "Stop pretending."

In return, Misaka Mikoto gave Shokuhou Misaki a mind-boggling, and immediately made Shokuhou Misaki hopped on her forehead and screamed for pain.

"...Are you pretending? Are you still so eager to perform at night?" Misaka Mikoto commented on Shokuhou Misaki's performance blankly.

"Stop talking nonsense." Shokuhou Misaka ignored Misaka Mikoto's comments, picked up the remote control to turn on the TV, and urged Misaka Mikoto, "Go take a shower, Misaka-san."

"Yes, yes." Misaka Mikoto sighed, and picked out a strand of Shokuhou Misaki's dazzling blond hair with her hand and put it in the palm of her hand. After feeling a little soaking wetness, she put on a helpless expression.

"You don't expect me to blow your hair again, do you? Electronic idiot Shokuhou Misaki."

"What electronic idiot? People still know how to use hair dryers!" Shokuhou Misaki immediately retorted, "It wasn't just because the manufacturer added too many useless functions! And there is no bonus use manual!"

Before entering the bathroom, Misaka Mikoto showed a look of pity: "Generally speaking, ordinary people with sound minds can use small household appliances such as hair dryers normally without reading the instructions."

——Only idiots with not so sound minds can't do it, such as Shokuhou Misaki.

Shokuhou Misaki, who understood Misaka Mikoto's unspoken meaning in seconds, immediately became angry, but unfortunately her anger was not accepted by Misaka Mikoto, but was blocked by the tightly closed bathroom door.

……

When Misaka Mikoto came out of the steaming hot bathroom, Shokuhou Misaki was sitting by the sofa, holding a pure black hair dryer in her hand.

She seems to be studying how to use this thing.

Misaka Mikoto's attention was attracted by the evening news broadcast on TV.

What was displayed on the screen was a beautiful hostess in a black suit. She clearly read the subtitles printed on the screen.

[Recently, a summit will be held in Tokyo. 】

Misaka Mikoto casually listened to a few words, roughly saying that all countries will send representatives to the venues specially built in Tokyo for the summit, and that this is a grand event or something like that.

Shokuhou Misaki seemed to have finally figured out how to use the hair dryer, and she pressed a few buttons—Misaka Mikoto felt bad at that moment.

Although she couldn't see what button Shokuhou Misaki pressed from a distance, her intuition told her that it was definitely different from her usual method.

The hair dryer lived up to expectations and blew a huge amount of hot air from the hair dryer, but the good times didn't last long——

Two seconds later, the room was plunged into darkness.The face of the beautiful hostess stopped abruptly along with her sweet voice, and the hair dryer feebly stopped making noise.

The lights were turned off, and only a period of bright moonlight outside the window fell into the room through the clear glass, blending in a little light.

"Shokuhou Misaki, you can really do it." Misaka Mikoto's voice was quite unbelievable, "How did you do it?"

Using a hair dryer to turn off the power in the room, Misaka Mikoto couldn't understand how Shokuhou Misaki did it no matter how much she thought with her sane head.

"...How would I know about that kind of thing." Shokuhou Misaki's voice sounded devoid of emotion, "If I knew, it wouldn't be what it is now."

"Don't touch these electrical appliances again." Misaka Mikoto's mood at this moment was indescribable, "...let me do it next time."

The queen bee put on an unreasonable and confident expression: "It should have been like this a long time ago."

Fortunately, the power outage is not a big deal.If it is an ordinary person, it may be necessary to call an electrician to repair it; Misaka Mikoto doesn't need it, the current is like a pet in the palm of her hand, and she knows better than any electrician in the world how to make the current obedient and well-behaved.

"So familiar taste."

When Mikoto Mikoto walked towards the direction of Shokuhou Misaki, Shokuhou Misaki moved his nose lightly and smelled the familiar smell in the air.

"Is there?" Misaka Mikoto stopped in doubt, raised her wrist and smelled it closely, but she didn't notice any smell.

When vision darkens, hearing and smell are subconsciously heightened.

"Of course you can't smell it yourself."

Shokuhou Misaki thought about it seriously, and it took a few seconds to realize what the smell was, "I know—it's the aroma of honey."

"Honey?" Misaka Mikoto was stunned for a moment, and then she came to her senses, "Probably...it's the smell of bath liquid."

It was the body wash that Shokuhou Misaki bought. She loves honey-flavored things in 10 minutes, and even bought a niche brand of honey-flavored body wash.

Although they both bought toiletries at the beginning, when the line separating the two of them gradually became blurred and disappeared, Misaka Mikoto would accidentally use things like body wash occasionally. mix.

Of course, if it was still an old enemy relationship, Misaka Mikoto would never even touch these personal belongings of Shokuhou Misaki.

Queen Bee let out a soft laugh in the darkness: "It turns out that Misaka-san used my body wash."

There's something unique about the honey flavor—it's almost Shokuhou Misaki's signature.

Misaka Mikoto, who was dyed with the aroma of honey, seemed to Shokuhou Misaki as if her whole body, even every strand of hair, was showing her imprint belonging to Shokuhou Misaki.

This recognition made the queen bee feel happy immediately.

"I said, you seem to like to replace things for me?" Misaka Mikoto squatted down halfway, and looked at the current situation of the power socket by the light of the flashlight in the phone.

Many of her things have been subtly updated by Shokuhou Misaki - such as card issuance, dolls, and mobile phone pendants.

"Isn't this a normal thing?" Shokuhou Misaki replied, "It's like all kinds of couple items that come in pairs, right?"

"Well."

Misaka Mikoto said vaguely.

Although Shokuhou Misaki refused to say it clearly, she could vaguely feel that this awkward guy was extremely insecure.

She desperately tried every means to leave all kinds of her brand on Misaka Mikoto, and she almost put a note on Misaka Mikoto that said "Shokuho Misaki belongs to".

She was afraid of the parting that might come one day.

The sadness that was forgotten by those who valued him that summer was deeply imprinted in Shokuhou Misaki's mind.Even though she had let go of her feelings for Kamijou Touma, thinking about that pain still made her almost suffocate.

Misaka Mikoto touched the power socket with her fingertips, and the blue-white current flashed away, briefly lighting up the living room.And in the next second, bright lights filled the room again.

The TV also returned to normal, and the news continued, but it was cut from the serious news column to the daily news that broadcast some gossip or rumors.

"An urgent broadcast." The male host said, "Before the summit is about to be held, Kaitou Kidd sent out another notice letter. The person who received the notice letter is a 'vault' that provides storage services for valuables. Kaitou Kidd's The target appears to be one of those gems."

The photos posted by the "Treasury" company on the public network were displayed on the screen in due time, and the codes were thoughtfully processed.

Shokuhou Misaki stared at the photos.

Although the code was typed, as a customer of this company, she recognized it at a glance—isn't this the company that kept the violin she photographed?

And if Shokuhou Misaki remembered correctly, the antique violin she photographed was inlaid with a jewel.