Mischievous Lolita in the Doll

Left with no other option, she had to send her subordinates to the scene first while she went to relieve herself.

Then comes the crucial part...

No paper!

"Is anyone there? Hello? Help, sister!"

However, no one responded to her; she had sent most of the police officers to the crime scene.

"Holy crap! I don't want to hear which bastard used up all the toilet paper!"

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

"Ah!"

Mil rubbed his nose in confusion. The sudden burst of sunlight after stepping out of his otaku room made him sneeze, but...

Why do I feel like someone is insulting me?

Hearing his words, Carlo gave him a disdainful look: "There are plenty of people who criticize you. Think about how many people you've offended."

"Hmm~" Mil put his hands together and placed them on one side of his cheek, saying expressionlessly, "How could someone as cute as me offend anyone?"

Carlo & Sack: ...Oh my god, what do we do when we're charmed by this kid?

Seeing their reactions, Mir tilted his head in confusion. Did he really think his cross-dressing was that effective?

Mir smiled slightly at the girl downstairs who was looking in their direction, successfully making her blush and run away.

“I never realized before, but this guy might be pretty good if he were a girl?” Sack whispered in Carlo’s ear, which earned him a nod of agreement from Carlo.

Mir didn't notice the two's subtle actions. After discovering that his women's clothing seemed quite attractive, he became playful and sneered at the other rough man who was also staring blankly in their direction. Then he looked down at him with the gaze one would give a bug.

The rough-looking man ran away sobbing, and the sound of a broken heart could be faintly heard in the background.

Sack & Carlo: ...

"I take back what I just said, this kid is definitely a devil."

"Um……"

"What are you two talking about? Weren't you going to pick up girls?" Mil smiled with delight at the mention of picking up girls.

The other two shuddered when they saw his smile.

Why didn't I realize before that this kid's smile was so creepy?

"Right...right, let's hurry up and leave, otherwise it won't be good if Ula or Xia Ye see us."

However, some things in this world are more likely to happen the more you try to avoid them. Just as the three of them passed by Xia Ye's dormitory, the door opened...

Xia Ye was tidying up the living room in her dormitory when she heard a commotion outside. It seemed that only the bedroom was well soundproofed. The cold beauty frowned, but having grown up in the countryside, she wasn't dissatisfied with her future living environment.

She thought she heard Mir's voice. Come to think of it, had she gone too far with him? After all, he had come to bring her a blanket out of kindness. She should go and apologize.

Xia Ye opened the door...

Sack and Carlo stared in horror at the sudden appearance of Summer Night, while Mill remained quite calm.

Xia Ye stared blankly at the three girls with different expressions standing at the door of her dormitory.

I feel like I've seen these three people somewhere before.

Although the girl felt like she had seen them somewhere before, she didn't want to ask directly, as it might be considered as trying to pick them up. So she didn't ask directly.

Moreover, I don't seem to have a strong impression of many people in this world. If they were people I had actually met, I should be able to remember them quickly...

As the girl tried to recall where she had seen them before, the trio of women in drag began to communicate with each other through their eyes.

Chapter Seventeen: Coming here feels like coming home.

'What should we do?' Carlo looked nervously at Mir, who was closest to Xia Ye.

"Calm down. She might not recognize us right now. We've only just met, so she shouldn't recognize us." Sack gave him a reassuring look.

Mil: '@＃%＃＃@＃%……*……%'

Sack & Carlo: ? ? ? Why is this kid's gaze different from ours?

Sack: 'Let's just pretend nothing happened and walk past.'

Carlo: 'Okay, I don't want to leave a bad impression on the new girl.'

Mil: '@＃￥%…￥＃！ @＃%@！ ＃%＆*'

Xia Ye stared blankly at the three strangely behaving people. She hadn't been able to recall where she remembered them, but now she was starting to have some doubts...

Xia Ye hesitated for a moment, then tentatively asked the cool-looking girl in front of her, "Mir?"

Holy crap!? Carlo and Sack's hearts were in their throats. This girl has amazing eyesight!

If they hadn't known beforehand, even Carlo and Sack probably wouldn't have recognized Mir, but this girl they had only known for a short time recognized her at a glance.

Sack looked at Milton: 'Quick, come up with an excuse!'

Mir gave Sak a reassuring look, then turned to Xia Ye: "That's right, it's me."

You know the shit!

Carlo and Sack felt like they were going crazy having such a terrible teammate.

"So you're a woman?" Xia Ye asked with an incredulous expression.

How did this guy conclude that I'm a girl? Does cross-dressing mean you have to be a girl?

“No, although I’m dressed as a woman, I am indeed a man,” Mil replied earnestly.

This sentence successfully changed Xia Ye's expression from surprise to contempt.

"I never expected you to have such a fetish. Well, you are, after all, an incurable pervert."

“That’s slander,” Mil said sternly, looking at Xia Ye.

"Who says boys can't wear women's clothes? Girls wearing men's clothes is considered individuality, so why is it considered perverted for boys to wear women's clothes? If we follow your logic, then girls wearing men's clothes is also considered perverted, or vice versa. So why do girls wear skirts..."

Mir's move left all three people present completely dumbfounded.

'As expected of Mil, he can easily do things that we can't. His logic is so strong (censored) that it's amazing!' The two cross-dressing men looked at Mil in awe.

However, Xia Ye quickly recovered: "Don't give me any nonsense. What perverted fetishes you have is none of my business... Who are these two?"

"I see!" The two losers looked at Mill with sudden realization.

Xia Ye clearly hadn't recognized the two of them yet, and Mil, who was closest to Xia Ye, was obviously the easiest to recognize. At this point, it would be better for them to just reveal their identities and say that the two of them were Mil's female friends.

As expected of Mil! He sacrificed himself to save them! The two losers looked at Mil with respect.

"Them? You've met them before, Carlo and Sac."

Damn it! We definitely overestimated this idiot! The two glared at Mir with murderous intent. This kid just betrayed us like that!

"Heh." Xia Ye looked at the three of them with a strange expression: "So what are you doing?"

Upon hearing Xia Ye's question, Carlo hurriedly looked at Sac: 'We can't let this kid talk anymore! Otherwise, who knows what might happen!'

Sack: 'Understood!'

Just as the two were about to pull Mir away, they received a look from Mir: '@＃@＃@＃￥＃@！ @＃……Leave it to me, I won't tell her the real purpose…*＆＆*＃@！'

...Although I still don't understand everything, I can at least make out a few words.

The two of them froze on the spot, and that moment of hesitation led to an irreversible situation.

"We're planning to make money by wearing women's clothing, do you want to join us?"

Summer Night: ...

Sak: ...

Carlo: ...

"What the hell are you talking about?!" The two of them tackled Mir to the ground at the same time.

"...I originally thought you were just a little psychologically disturbed, but I didn't expect..." Xia Ye's gaze towards the three of them grew increasingly ominous.

"It's a misunderstanding! It's a misunderstanding, Xia Ye! It's not what you think!" Carlo tried his best to explain.

Xia Ye didn't answer; she simply took out a communication crystal that Mir had bought for her when she first arrived in this world. Clicking on one of the three remaining beacons, the connection was established almost instantly.

"Hello? Is this Officer Elsa? This is Xia Ye from yesterday. I just discovered a gang..."

"That's great, summer night. Although it might be a bit abrupt, could you please bring me some paper? Actually..." Elsa said shyly, explaining her predicament.

Summer Night: ...? ? ?

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

"So why should we obediently come to the police station?" Mil said impatiently, still in handcuffs.

“Shut up! I also want to know why we’re committing a crime just for dressing up as women?” Carlo, who was also handcuffed, glared at Mil.

"Why did we come here ourselves? Couldn't we just run away?" Sack felt they were acting incredibly stupid. "Besides, we really didn't break the law!"

Officer Elsa, having averted the crisis, walked over in a strange posture, as if her legs had gone numb.

"So these three little girls are suspected of selling [beep], right?" Elsa skillfully took out paper and pen from the drawer.

“It’s not a little girl, those three are men, the one in the red jacket is Mir,” Xia Ye replied, sipping the tea brewed at the police station.

"Huh?" Elsa's eyes widened in disbelief, yet also with a sense of entitlement: "So you've finally gotten to this point, kid?"

Mir was getting annoyed. She pointed at Xia Ye and said, "Why does she get tea while I don't? Am I not a regular customer?!"

So this is what's bothering you?!

"You dare call yourself a regular customer?!" Elsa snapped the pen in her hand and yelled at Mil.

“But I don’t have time to deal with you right now. I just received a report of a murder case suspected of involving a magical ritual, and I have to handle it.” With that, Elsa took out several more handcuffs and cuffed them to the table.

"These handcuffs are made of anti-magic stone; don't even think about using psychic energy or magic to destroy them."

After doing all this, Elsa armed herself and prepared to rush to the crime scene.

Mil tapped the handcuffs with his fingers, then, to Elsa's astonishment, casually snapped them in half, and shouted a defiant taunt:

"I'm doing you a favor by letting you handcuff me. Do I usually need you to invite me to the police station?"