Mischievous Lolita in the Doll

"Yes, Captain!"

After watching her subordinates leave, Elsa took out a black stone from her desk drawer and played with it. It had been taken from the head of the criminals. It didn't look like a valuable item, and she didn't sense any magical reaction from it. She just casually put it back on the desk. The head of the criminals only said that it was a specialty of their hometown.

After looking at it for a while without figuring it out, she prepared to put the stone back.

Although her mind was thinking this, her body did not carry out her brain's command. Instead, she put the stone in her pocket, and Elsa did not realize that there was anything wrong with her actions.

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.

In Carlo's dormitory in the apartment building, Mil and his two friends were lying on the sofa playing cards, bored out of their minds.

"When exactly is Welse coming back?"

"How many times have you asked this?" Carlo frowned, looking at the cards in his hand. "Did one of us cheat? Why did I draw five threes?"

“It must be Mil again; he’s the only one who loves doing this kind of thing.” Sack pointed out the prime suspect directly.

"You can eat shit however you want, but you can't say whatever you want. Why does it have to be me who cheats?" Mil said, his dead fish eyes wide as he picked at his ear.

Have I left a bad impression on them?

"How about we take off our shirts together and see who's hiding the cards?"

Carlo glanced at Mil, who had made the suggestion, with some surprise. Could it really not be this guy?

"Why are you taking off your shirt? I saw you throw the hidden cards onto the door when no one was looking. It was so loud. Carlo, are your animal ears just for decoration?" Sak pointed to the cards stuck on the door.

Under Milner's terrifying strength, the playing card actually penetrated about one centimeter into the hard iron door made of an unknown material. Although the card looked rotten, it still made people wonder if the playing card was made too hard.

"Ah! Why do you always have to pick a fight with me, you bastard?!" Carlo jumped up, agitated.

"Don't misunderstand me, I'm not targeting you personally, I have a prejudice against all doors in the world," Mil kindly pointed out Carlo's mistake.

Hearing Mil's words, Carlo felt it necessary to warn this unrepentant fellow:

"I'm warning you, if you touch my door again, I really won't be polite!"

"Are you trying to get me to sell your figurine?"

Upon hearing Mir's threat, Carlo stiffened.

"And also, when we first met three years ago..."

"Stop! Stop! Stop!" Carlo interrupted Mil with three consecutive "stops": "Didn't we agree not to mention it again?"

His excited appearance successfully piqued Sack's curiosity: "What happened three years ago?"

I only came to this college two years ago, so I have no idea what happened between the two of them three years ago.

"Don't ask!" Carlo glared at Sac with bloodshot eyes.

That overreaction, however, piqued Sack's interest: "Why are you acting like your embarrassing past has been brought up in public by your bad friend?"

Upon hearing this, Carlo looked at Sac with the expression of someone who had seen a ghost, even though Sac was indeed, strictly speaking, a ghost.

"So what if he acted like a superhero when he first came to the academy? What's the big deal?" Mil said, as if he didn't want to stir up trouble.

"Ah!!! You bastard!! I'll strangle you!!!"

Carlo lunged at Mil and started wrestling, but was perfectly subdued.

"Long Aotian? What does that mean?" Sack admitted his lack of knowledge and didn't understand the two people's special terminology.

Upon hearing his words, the two stopped their playful fight, exchanged a glance, and replied with a mixture of relief and disappointment, "You don't need to know."

Sak: ? ? ?

"Fine, you two losers can play around. I'm going to help the girl tidy up the house." Mil gave them both a disdainful look, stood up, walked to the door, and then…

Boom!

"Open the door properly!!" Carlo felt that letting this guy into his dorm was the biggest mistake of his life.

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.

"What are you doing here?" Xia Ye stared expressionlessly at the guy who had suddenly barged in. "Can't you knock?"

"Are you sure you want me to knock?" Mil's expression gradually became comical.

Xia Ye fell silent.

"Let me help you pack. You must have just bought a lot of things, right?"

Xia Ye didn't answer his question. Instead, she sullenly accused someone of being irresponsible: "It took me a lot of time to find the shop."

"Why?" The boy from Mil seemed unaware of his mistake.

"Never mind, it's nothing." The girl wisely didn't argue with him about this issue.

"If you want to help, don't just stand there. Help me set things up."

"Okay!"

Mir picked up the girl's newly bought underwear and prepared to put it in the closet for her.

The girl, embarrassed and annoyed, punched him, then covered her reddened hand and rubbed it.

"What are you doing?" Mil asked, puzzled, while holding the pink panties.

Xia Ye had never seen a guy who would pretend to be so righteous while holding someone else's underwear.

"What are you doing? Pervert!"

"I'll help you tidy up, what's wrong?" Mil frowned. Was this girl being too neurotic?

"Pack your things? Who told you to touch my underwear?!" Xia Ye's image as an ice queen began to crumble.

Mil was puzzled as to why the girl was angry. Eileen had never reacted so strongly when he helped her with her underwear before. Could there be some secret in her underwear?

Mir put Xia Ye's underwear to his nose and smelled it. Since it was newly bought, it only had a fragrance.

Xia Ye felt as if a string in her nerves had snapped, and a black aura involuntarily emanated from her body.

"You..." The girl's dark magic spread throughout her body.

"Huh? What's wrong?" However, Mir seemed blind and didn't realize the seriousness of the situation.

"Go to hell!!!"

A punch imbued with magical power slammed into Mil's chest. Although it didn't cause much damage, the powerful impact sent Mil flying out of the door, heading towards... the girls' dormitory building for ordinary students.

Chapter Thirteen: nmd, wsm

With Xia Ye's help, Mir successfully accomplished what many boys wanted to do but couldn't, though at a considerable cost...

Looking at the girls surrounding him, Mil sensed a hint of danger:

"Would you believe me if I said I didn't just barge in?"

The girls didn't answer him; instead, they raised brooms, sticks, machetes, and other similar objects to represent their response.

Mil felt himself grow much older in an instant: "Okay, I understand."

Why can't people understand each other?

Time Master: Speed ​​Up

Mill rushed out with lightning speed, tearing down a door in the process.

Then he was slapped to the ground by the dormitory supervisor.

Faced with the girls gradually gathering around, Mir could only obediently apologize: "I can apologize, really."

The girls weren't going to listen to his explanation, and the magic was already beginning to materialize, so a beating seemed inevitable.

Why are you forcing me?

In desperation, Mir ripped off his own head to apologize to the girls.

As expected, the girls screamed and scattered. Their mental fortitude was terrible; they were clearly freshmen.

Why bother?

Mir shrugged like a master in his solitude, then received a heavy blow to the abdomen.

Although he didn't feel any pain, Mir instinctively clutched his abdomen and squatted down, causing the head he was holding to fall off.

Then he felt a sudden, extreme shift in his perspective—his head was being held in someone's hand.

This is truly baffling!

"What race are you, kid? You've got some nerve barging into the girls' dormitory!"

Mil's perspective was flipped, and then he saw the person who grabbed his head—the mature and voluptuous dormitory supervisor who had slapped him to the ground.

"To be honest, I'm a girl too," Mil said earnestly.

"Do you think I'm blind?" The dormitory manager scoffed at his explanation.

Sigh, these days nobody believes the truth anymore.

"Really, if you don't believe me, I'll take my pants off and show you."

"If you dare to take it off, I'll cut off your manhood."

Mil shamefully chickened out. Even though it was just a doll and he didn't understand what she was talking about, he still couldn't accept it if a part of it was missing.

"Hmm? You look kind of familiar, kid?" The dorm supervisor seemed to have noticed something and held his head, examining him closely.

As the dean's son, Mil was quite well-known, and coupled with his lawless personality, almost everyone in the academy, except for some freshmen, had some impression of him, so he was immediately recognized.

"Aren't you Mir, kid?"

"No, you've mistaken me for someone else. My name is Carlo Lirwick, and I'm a homebody," Mil decisively shifted the blame.

"Oh, so it wasn't Mir—did you think I'd say that?! Are you questioning my eyesight and intelligence?!"

The dormitory supervisor seemed a little annoyed and started to ruffle Mil's hair with both hands.

However, it didn't have any real effect. Mil thought he was pretty tough, but being tricked like this was still quite unpleasant.

"Let's talk this out! Give me back my head first, or you're making things very difficult for me!"

"Oh ho? I'm quite curious about what race you are, kid. Your head was taken off and you're still intact, are you a flying head barbarian?" After saying that, the dormitory supervisor looked at the broken part of Mil's head and saw a toy-like connection.

"Damn! Aren't you afraid I'll tell Eileen?" Mil directly said, "My mom is your boss, be careful or I'll get her to dock your pay."