Mischievous Lolita in the Doll

Unexpectedly, the dormitory supervisor stroked her chin and said, "Eileen and I have been friends for many years, and what do you think would happen if I told her you broke into the girls' dormitory?"

Holy crap, did that guy from the BBA family have such a wide circle of friends when he was younger? But...

“Tell her whatever you want, but can you give me back my head first?” Mil’s headless corpse—no, his headless body—stretched out his hands.

The dorm supervisor thought for a moment, then handed Mil's head back to him: "Kid, I'll tell Eileen the truth about what happened today."

Say whatever you want, but if anything happens to me, I'll consider it a loss.

After putting his head back in, Mir walked toward the window.

"What are you doing? This is the eleventh floor!" The dormitory supervisor grabbed his collar to stop him. She didn't believe that a D-level kid could easily jump from the eleventh floor and be unharmed.

Damn, did that girl Xia Ye really hit me that hard? She punched me all the way from the second floor to the eleventh floor?

Mil blinked innocently and said, "I can't exactly go out through the front door, can I?"

"That's true, it wouldn't be good if you saw something you shouldn't have." The dorm supervisor stroked his chin and said, "How about you take your head off, let me wrap it up with something, and then..."

Before she could finish speaking, Mir jumped down...

boom!!!

A large crater was created beneath the girls' dormitory building.

Because the commotion was so loud, heads popped up at the windows of the girls' dormitory to observe the situation. The boys' dormitory next door, not to be outdone, also looked over, but a magical spell that interfered with their observation allowed them to see only one figure.

Mir climbed out of the pit, dusted himself off, turned around and blew a kiss to the girls' dormitory, then strode away amidst the girls' disdainful gazes and the boys' adoring stares.

"Heh, this kid." The dormitory manager smiled helplessly and lit a cigarette for himself.

Then she was hit by a water balloon.

The instigator said expressionlessly, "Dormitory supervisor, smoking is not allowed in the dormitory! This is the rule you set."

"Okay, okay, I won't smoke." My clothes are all soaked...

The dormitory supervisor looked helpless as she watched the color of the underwear gradually become visible.

Why did I set so many unnecessary rules in the first place? I didn't smoke before, but I started smoking after being influenced by Eileen, and then she quit first.

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.

"Didn't expect that, did you? I'm back!" Mil stood in front of Xia Ye's door, raising his hands to indicate his return.

Instead, he was met with a look of utter disdain from Miss Xia Ye, as if she were looking at a cockroach.

Why were you able to come back?

"Why can't I come back? So you did this on purpose, sending me to the girls' dormitory?! I feel so sad, I need a kiss to get up." With that, Mir collapsed to the ground.

So he was kicked by Xia Ye.

Not satisfied with just kicking him, the girl added insult to injury, "Why does a bug like you still live in this world?"

What the hell!

nmd, wsm?!

Before, when I acted like this in front of Eileen, she would coax and hug me. Why is she acting like a cockroach and a bedbug in front of you, a woman? Is there really such a big difference in treatment between a loli and a boy?

Feeling the imbalance in his life, Mil lay on the ground lost in thought, even though both of them were Him.

Chapter Fourteen: Let's cross-dress!

Having successfully courted disaster and caused the girl to lose a significant amount of affection for him, Mil wisely began to change the subject:

"By the way, you seem to have a class tomorrow."

Seeing that Xia Ye had been successfully drawn in by his words, Mir continued:

"Our special class uses practical training. There are no classes before the practical training starts, but you still need to master the basic knowledge. So you will be the only one in class tomorrow."

After hearing this, Xia Ye seemed to be in a bad mood, and her face gradually darkened. After all, she had only found out after being assigned to the same class that everyone else could slack off while she had to go to class. No one would feel resentful about that.

"I understand." Xia Ye's voice sounded somewhat frustrated.

Although I felt a little unbalanced, I realized that my basic knowledge was indeed quite poor, and I didn't even have a grasp of the language of this world.

"But you don't need to worry too much. I'm free tomorrow, so I'll go with you." Mir even started comforting people, a surprising act that seemed to astonish Xia Ye.

Although it still doesn't change the fact that his image on summer nights has become that of a bedbug.

However, I was touched by it.

"Oh, by the way, I gave you that blanket yesterday. It was still new; I haven't used it yet," Mir said, bringing it up.

The blanket? He might have even forgotten about it if he hadn't brought it up.

"Yesterday...when did you cover me with the blanket?" Xia Ye asked shyly, as this was a very important question.

Mil, who considered himself a genius with top-notch emotional intelligence, certainly knew what Xia Ye meant, and he felt that in this situation, he should pretend that he knew nothing.

"Don't worry, I didn't see you crying yesterday." However, he seemed to have some misunderstanding that he knew nothing.

So in Xia Ye's eyes, he was deliberately flirting with her. As a result, Mir was kicked out by Xia Ye, who was blushing. It was hard to tell whether she was ashamed or angry, or both.

"Women are really strange creatures," Mil thought to himself. "Even with my emotional intelligence, I can't understand women."

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.

"I'm back to playing cards."

Mil waved to the two losers he had mocked.

The two were watching TV, on a DVD they'd somehow found. It seemed to be a fantasy drama about cultivation with horses as the main theme, and the cheap special effects made them both feel incredibly embarrassed.

Even Mir was unusually embarrassed: "Are you guys really that bored? Why are you watching this?"

“This DVD was brought by Sack. He said it’s quite popular in the real world, but it’s not as good as my magical girl.” Carlo frowned, seemingly dissatisfied that Sack had wasted so much of his time.

"You can't really blame me, there are a lot of comments about this TV series in the real world... By the way, didn't you go to find Xia Ye? Why did you come back to find us two losers?" Sak deliberately emphasized the word "losers".

Mir shrugged helplessly and replied, "I got kicked out by a girl. It seems that no matter how high your emotional intelligence is, you can't understand a woman's psychology."

Emotional intelligence? That's a word you'll never have anything to do with. The two losers thought to themselves in unison.

"Was that you who flew to the girls' dormitory just now?" Sack squinted at Mir. "Damn it, you actually did something so enviable! How did you break through the magical barrier that blocks men?"

Carlo, standing to the side, also looked at him with a jealous gaze. Even though he had always said that he couldn't appreciate three-dimensional women, what this guy Mil did was undoubtedly something that only a harem protagonist could do. How could he not feel jealous?

"...It's all too painful to talk about. Can we not bring this up and just keep playing cards?" With that, Mill pulled out his cheating card that was stuck in the door, with one end broken off inside.

The moment he mentioned playing cards, the two men got angry: "You cheated even in a game of poker without penalties! You've ruined all the cards, what's the point of playing?" Carlo casually grabbed a few cards from the side, five threes.

"Are we just going to wait here for Vilse? Let's have some fun, guys!" Mill slammed his fist on the table and roared.

"How about we play video games?" Carlo pulled out his Famicom.

"I'm tired of those cartridges you have." Mil scratched his butt with dead fish eyes.

Carlo felt a little annoyed: "Then what do you want to say?"

Mill didn't answer him; instead, he pounced and landed on the sofa.

"Speaking of which, the three of us are still single, right? What are those girls thinking? How come none of us three handsome guys are pursuing us?" Mil lay down on the sofa and started making conversation.

Although he already knew Mir was shameless, Sak still had to voice his complaints:

"I have serious doubts about your statement 'the three of us handsome guys,' it seems like there's a third of that exaggeration in it."

"Sak, how could you underestimate yourself like that?!" Mil exclaimed in surprise, covering his mouth.

“He’s talking about you!” Carlo slapped him hard on the forehead, then covered his hand and squatted on the ground.

"So why can't we find girlfriends?" Mil ignored the two men's doubts about his good looks.

Sack rubbed his chin, then expressed his opinion objectively: "You need no introduction, you're not handsome and your personality is eccentric. Carlo is probably because he's too much of a homebody... As for me, I did have two relationships, but my first love broke up with me after hearing that I was close to the two of you."

"Am I really that much of a homebody?" Carlo asked incredulously.

The other two nodded simultaneously.

"Women are really strange. Who can please everyone?" Mil scratched his butt with dead fish eyes. "So what kind of guys do girls actually like?"

Sack hesitated for a moment, then said, "There are a lot of girls in our academy who are lesbians."

"Really?" Carlo's eyes widened, seemingly excited.

"My ex-girlfriend went to yuri, would I lie to you?" Sack said helplessly, revealing a shocking revelation.

The other two stared at Sack in shock. They had heard that this guy had broken up with his girlfriend after being cheated on, but although he was angry, he didn't cause trouble for her. Sack didn't seem like the type to back down after being cheated on. So it turned out he had been cheated on by a girl.

Mir widened his eyes and said sarcastically, "Oh~ no wonder I don't have any girls who like me."

"So, does that mean we might be single forever? Or maybe my Meryl won't betray me?" Carlo chuckled wistfully as he mentioned Meryl.

The two of them tacitly ignored his infatuated expression.

"It's decided!" Sack said seriously, "Let's dress up as women and go pick up girls!"

Carlo and Mir stared at Sack in shock, unable to believe such words had come from his mouth.

Carlo was so surprised that he fell to the ground.

If Mil had said these words, Carlo would have been surprised, but he wouldn't have reacted so strongly, because he was used to Mil's eccentricities. But for Sack, this serious guy, to say something so shocking—had he finally been assimilated by Mil?!

Chapter Fifteen: Why are you so skilled?

"Did I hear that right? Do you know what you're saying?" Carlo didn't even bother to get up from the ground first, but instead stared wide-eyed at Sack to confirm his hearing.

“I’m telling you this very seriously,” Sak said with a solemn expression.

What happened to this guy during his vacation? Did he break his brain?

"No, how did you come up with such a crazy idea?"

Hearing Carlo's words, Mil nodded in agreement. This unique character setting was his own, and he couldn't let this kid replace him.

Sack maintained a serious expression; anyone who didn't know better would have thought he had just said something of global significance.

"Since most of the girls in our school are yuri (lesbian) types, then crossdressing should make it easier for us to pick up girls. Of course, the premise is that we're not too ugly."

“If we dare to do that, we’ll become the laughingstock of the entire academy the next day.” Carlo looked at him with the eyes of someone who had just met Sack.