Mischievous Lolita in the Doll

Summer Night seemed like the type who would introduce himself, but the handsome young man, still basking in the embarrassment of the earlier awkward moment, naturally fell to Mil for the task of introduction:

“Summer Night, this is Carlo Lirwick from the ‘Special Class’; Carlo, this is Summer Night who will be attending our class starting tomorrow.”

Xia Ye nodded to Carlo.

"Hello, hello." Carlo hadn't recovered from the awkwardness just now.

"Wait a minute! You didn't come to see me at this time just to introduce me to a new classmate, did you?" Carlo realized what was happening. "And how are you going to compensate me for smashing my door like this?!"

"Tsk, do you still want the stuff I asked you to buy from the real world? If not, I'll take it back and throw it away." With that, Mir made a gesture as if he was about to leave.

"Huh? Now? Wait, yes, of course I want it! This is a limited edition figure!" Carlo glanced at Xia Ye with some hesitation at first, but his desire for the figure overcame his shame.

"Oh, right, I have a favor to ask you," Mil said, taking the figurine from a transparent box out of his backpack.

"What's up? You're not going to borrow money again, are you? It wasn't that long ago you borrowed money from us." Carlo excitedly took the figurine.

"That's right, I've shamelessly asked you for money again, this time for two thousand."

Carlo was just joking, but he didn't expect the kid to actually come to borrow money.

"I'm telling you! I'd rather jump off this cliff than lend you another Mira!" Carlo angrily began pointing up and down to express his determination.

"A pornographic image."

"Three pornographic pictures, I'll lend you the money, and I won't pursue the matter of the scandal anymore."

"make a deal"

Having successfully borrowed his meal money and summer night living expenses, Mil turned around with satisfaction.

He was met with Xia Ye's disdainful gaze.

“Why are you looking at me like that? This is a man’s deal,” Mil said righteously.

However, Xia Ye didn't buy it at all: "Disgusting!"

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.

"Did that little girl catch your attention, Dean?" Wang Lans asked as he poured himself a cup of coffee.

“I am somewhat interested. As a human, he awakened the [Sorcerer] ability. Humans shouldn’t be able to mix with liches…” Eileen pinched her earlobe as she looked at Xia Ye’s information.

"Maybe there are one or two exceptions?" After saying that, Wang Lans took a sip of coffee and then felt an indescribable taste stimulating his taste buds.

"Pfft—cough cough cough cough cough cough—"

"Cough cough—what did that brat Mil put in there?" Wang Lans was choked by the indescribable smell, his face contorted in pain.

Eileen calmly poured him a glass of water.

Wang Lans took the drink and downed it in one gulp, then muttered a dissatisfied grumble:

"Honestly, when will this childish brat ever grow up?"

...Is she mature? Perhaps never... Eileen couldn't help but think of the loli-like Mil.

Chapter Seven: The Little Girl's Nighttime Adventure

Mir didn't care about Xia Ye's attitude towards him, and generously gave Xia Ye 1,500 of the two thousand yuan he had borrowed.

He wanted Xia Ye to buy some daily necessities, because Xia Ye only brought a photo of herself and her family when she came.

However, it was already so late, so after they finished eating, they didn't buy anything and went back to prepare for bed.

Using the key Eileen gave him, Xia Ye opened the door to his dormitory room. Without carefully observing his future living environment, he skipped the kitchen and toilet and headed straight for the bedroom.

The girl's will was not as strong as she appeared. She maintained a cold and beautiful image in front of Mir, but when she was alone, she finally couldn't suppress her emotions.

The girl threw herself onto the undecorated bed without any regard for her image.

She pulled out a family photo from her slightly heaving chest and burst into tears.

The pain of losing her family was too much for her to bear; she just didn't want others to see her vulnerable side.

Fortunately, the apartment building was well soundproofed, so Mil, who lived next door, probably didn't hear the girl crying.

The girl soon cried herself to sleep, the accumulated fatigue of the day overwhelming her fragile nerves.

The girl was asleep, clutching a photograph tightly in her hand—a warm family portrait, now only used to remember those who had passed away.

If only this were just a dream...

Cry, it will make you feel much better.

Mil, who should have been next door, appeared beside her, covered her with a blanket, and gently closed the door behind her as she left.

Idiot, don't forget to close the door before you cry.

He had only come to deliver the blankets, but he never expected to see such a vulnerable side of the girl.

Everyone has their vulnerable side.

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.

Back in his dorm room, Mir put his hand to his chest.

A blinding white light flashed, and the doll-like boy disappeared, replaced by a silver-haired girl who looked about ten years old.

The girl was only about 1.3 meters tall, with silver-white hair that fell to her shoulders. Combined with her pink eyes, she looked as innocent and cute as a harmless little white rabbit.

The simple, pure white dress did not detract from the girl's cuteness at all, and her bare, delicate, white feet made her look like a little angel who had wandered into the mortal world.

Mir, who had become a loli, didn't do anything strange to herself. After all, it would be strange from any perspective for someone to be aroused by her.

Mir's psychic abilities were greatly enhanced after he became a loli, but this was not his reason for voluntarily becoming a loli.

The main reason she became like this was to prevent her psychic energy from going berserk.

If he keeps his loli body locked inside the doll, after a certain period, he will be forcibly transformed into a loli body, and his abilities will be released unconsciously, and his ability level will be raised to a terrifying level.

Three years ago, when Mir first arrived in this world, he went berserk once. Although there were no casualties, the situation still caused a great sensation at the time. Fortunately, Her Majesty the Queen quelled the situation in time.

It was because of that power outage three years ago that Eileen discovered Mir's true nature.

From then on, Mir would spend two hours every day maintaining her loli form, but she wouldn't use her sleep time to "let loose" and would usually sleep in her doll form.

Although the building's materials are unusual, there's no guarantee that someone with some bizarre psychic abilities might break in, and then those beasts in the news department will do a series of things:

"Shocking! The son of a university dean was caught keeping a young girl in his dormitory!"

"Terrifying! A student performed a series of actions that resulted in him transforming into a young girl on the spot!"

Just thinking about it is terrifying, isn't it?

At this point, some people might ask: Why doesn't Mir just live as a loli?

The main reason wasn't because of any kind of male pride, but because once he became a loli-type, not only his body but also his mind would start to become childish. Although his childish nature would remain, he didn't like that.

"Mmm~ I'm hungry." Loli Mir pouted and rubbed her tummy.

Most of the food she just ate went into maintaining the doll's energy, and the loli's body didn't get much replenishment.

However, all the restaurants were closed at this time, and I hadn't prepared any snacks or anything.

So she decided to go find Eileen.

If he were still a doll, he would never have made such a choice. First of all, the pepper he used in the coffee was a problem, and he didn't even know if Eileen had drunk the coffee. If she had, going to her now would be like offering his backside to her for her to spank.

Secondly, wouldn't something strange happen if a cute little girl were wandering around outside in the middle of the night? (The innocent author meant "night wandering," I know some people will misunderstand.)

However, at this moment, Mil's mind was dominated by hunger, and she did not care about these unimportant things. What could be more important than filling her stomach?

She tiptoed to the closet, took out a red children's outfit, and skillfully changed into it. Then she took a pair of red little leather boots from the shoe rack and slipped them onto her fair little feet.

Little Mir, ready to set sail!

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.

"Honestly, making someone go out to buy drinks in the middle of the night." In front of a vending machine, a teenager was trying to stuff money into the tiny gap.

"That guy, being a crab, didn't even use his scissors! I should have known better than to play rock-paper-scissors to decide the winner." The boy complained angrily about his roommate's unreasonable behavior.

A cool breeze brushed against the boy's neck, making him shiver.

"In the middle of the night, I hope no spirit will come out to scare people for no reason?" The deserted path made the young man's legs feel weak, and he unconsciously began to look around.

Then he saw a red figure walking towards him in the distance.

"What the heck? What is that?"

The boy instinctively wanted to run away, but he had already put his money into the vending machine. If he ran away now, wouldn't he be giving the guy who seemed to be a member of the Soul Spirit Clan a free ride?

The red figure was getting closer and closer to him.

"I'll see what you really are!" The boy gritted his teeth, choosing a drink while glancing at the unidentified red object.

However, just as the boy was about to see the figure's true form...

hum!

"What the hell?! It disappeared?!" the boy exclaimed in surprise.

"What is that? Show yourself! I know you're there!" What kind of ability is this? Teleportation? Spatial transfer? Or simply speed?

The boy was completely panicked. Had he been the victim of a terrorist attack? This was inside the academy!

Five minutes passed, and no one appeared. The boy stood frozen in place, looking like he had a mental disability.

It seemed that guy had left, and the boy relaxed.

But that thing was really scary, and he tightened his grip on the drink with lingering fear.

Wait, a drink?

The boy stared in horror at the drink he was holding.

I remember I was just choosing a drink in front of the vending machine, how did I end up holding the drink in my hand?

Chapter Eight: Is it like Li, the Shadow Lord?

Ur at night has a unique beauty under the moonlight, but unfortunately, not many people come to appreciate this beauty.

Adults who are tired after a long day just want to rest at home, while energetic children are also confined to their homes by adults.