Anime, Girlfriend Shokuhou Misaki.

"Hmph, that woman is just so annoying."

Misaki Shokuhou also made no attempt to hide her hostility.

"But I suspect the other person thinks the same way about you."

If he doesn't understand his girlfriend's eccentric personality, who else could?

It's likely that they never actually picked a fight with her; it was all her own wishful thinking that she was finding fault with them.

"What do you mean?"

Misaki Shokuhou raised her eyelids without hesitation and looked at Makoto Haramura sideways.

Although it wasn't said very clearly, did he think he couldn't understand the meaning behind it?

"Forget it, forget it, let's not dwell on this kind of thing."

Makoto Haramura quickly changed the subject.

If you've already said the wrong thing, continuing would be foolish.

"Anything else you have planned for tonight? There shouldn't be any classes at Tokiwadai, right?"

"Oh, I was supposed to have a class, but it was swimming class, and I skipped it."

Misaki Shokuhou waved her hand dismissively.

What to say.

Her actions perfectly matched Misaki Shokuhou's personality; she was a complete sports idiot, and all sports were completely out of her league.

I never thought about improving this aspect and adopted an attitude of avoiding it whenever possible.

"Well, in that case, how about we eat out together for dinner?"

"I just found a great restaurant online, shall we try it tonight?"

Misaki Shokuhou's eyes lit up instantly, and her previously gloomy face blossomed into a smile.

Are you inviting me on a date?

"Of course."

"Even though we're already a couple, we haven't done the most important thing between couples yet."

"I don't want to be a bad boyfriend."

Makoto Haramura also stared intently at Misaki Shokuhou's beautiful starry eyes.

Under Makoto Haramura's intense gaze, Misaki Shokuhou couldn't help but lower her head shyly.

"But they haven't prepared any suitable clothes for the moment."

Tokiwadai does have a rule that students must wear their school uniforms even on holidays when going out, but Misaki Shokuhou has never been a student who follows the rules, has she?

"In that case!"

Makoto Haramura reached out and snapped his fingers.

"How about we go out now? It'll be a good opportunity for us to go shopping for clothes."

Chapter 164 First Encounter with Misaka Mikoto

No matter how lazy a woman is, or how poor her physical strength is.

However, these women can display unimaginable stamina when shopping.

With their hands already full of bags of various designer luxury goods, not only had Misaki Shokuhou changed out of her Tokiwadai school uniform, but even Makoto Haramura had changed out of his clothes that he didn't know how long he had been wearing.

"How about it?"

With her hands gently lifting the hem of her skirt, Misaki Shokuhou twirled gracefully like a ballerina, displaying her beauty and her newly purchased clothes to Makoto Haramura.

What to say.

Misaki Shokuhou, who usually wears her Tokiwadai school uniform, is already pure and charming.

She is now wearing a pure white dress.

Needless to say, her face and hairstyle were as exquisite as ever. The slightly pulled-down neckline revealed Misaki Shokuhou's delicate collarbone and rounded shoulders, but didn't expose much more, giving her a sexy yet youthful look.

The clothes, designed to perfectly fit the body's curves, further accentuated Misaki Shokuhou's slender waist.

Judging from her incredibly slender waist, it's hard to believe that she claims to be prone to weight gain.

This is clearly the perfect A4 waist.

The short skirt on her lower body hung down to about ten centimeters above the spiderweb-like white silk she was wearing, with a touch of flesh color interspersed between the pleated skirt and the spiderweb-like white silk, creating another kind of visual impact.

As the saying goes, "Buddha's clothes make the man, and a horse's saddle makes the horse."

Shokuhou Misaki was already beautiful, but after this makeover, it was impossible to take your eyes off her.

The phrase "pure yet alluring" perfectly describes Misaki Shokuhou right now.

"very beautiful."

This is the only way to describe Makoto Haramura.

This is not to say that he was being perfunctory, but rather that no amount of adjectives could convey any other meaning; the only word that could truly describe him was "beautiful."

Misaki Shokuhou smiled broadly, completely unaware that Makoto Haramura's description was just a perfunctory response.

The fact that Makoto Haramura's gaze lingered on her was the highest praise he could give her.

The saying "women dress up for those who appreciate them" is absolutely true.

She didn't care much about other people's opinions or praise, as long as Makoto Haramura liked it.

"You are handsome, too."

Misaki Shokuhou's fair face was flushed with a delicate pink blush, and her two small, white hands, as white as ribbonfish, were placed on Makoto Haramura's collar, helping him straighten it.

Now that she had changed into brand new clothes, how could she possibly forget about Haramura Makoto's clothes?

There are, of course, many types of clothing that can showcase a woman's beauty.

There are many clothes that can show off a man's handsomeness, but for dinner tonight, the one that best reflects Makoto Haramura's temperament is a formal suit.

There's a saying that goes something like that.

When you don't know what to wear, formal attire is your best choice.

Therefore, Misaki Shokuhou chose a pure white suit for Makoto Haramura.

Although it wasn't a custom-made suit, the size of the suit was indeed very close to Makoto Haramura's body.

His upright and tall figure, paired with a pristine white suit, a blue shirt underneath, and a red tie.

The leather shoes on her feet and the gloves on her hands were, of course, also white.

This gave Makoto Haramura, who already possessed an ethereal and refined air, an even more noble and aristocratic feel.

"It's almost time, let's go have dinner. Our scheduled time is almost here."

They came out around 2 p.m. and spent about two hours shopping with Misaki Shokuhou.

His hotel reservation was for 5:30.

Although it's a bit early, it's about time to go now.

"Okay, how do we get there?"

Should I call a car over now?

Misaki Shokuhou made a move to take out her phone from her handbag and call over the driver who had been waiting there.

"Call him over, but just have him take these luggage back with him."

"We have plenty of free time anyway, how about we stroll over leisurely?"

Well, Makoto Haramura could certainly put all that luggage in his personal space, but doing so on the street would be too conspicuous.

Moreover, if he had done that, who knows how much longer Misaki Shokuhou would have had to buy it.

The driver quickly left, and Makoto Haramura and Misaki Shokuhou slowly walked towards the restaurant.

but……

"Oh, ah, Onesama's electric shocks are as usual, as always..."

A series of crackling sounds rang out, followed by a fleeting blue arc of light in the sky, and then the intermittent, soft moans of a girl.

"This voice?"

Misaki Shokuhou, who was holding Haramura Makoto's arm, frowned slightly.

Then he peeked out with his little head and followed the direction of the sound.

"Hey, let me give your weird brain a good treatment."

Then came a woman's voice filled with anger.

Makoto Haramura, like Misaki Shokuhou, also turned his gaze in that direction.

That was an outdoor seating area in a coffee shop.

A short girl with naturally curly hair tied in pigtails, wearing the Tokiwadai school uniform, slumped on the table. Her body was still trembling slightly, as if she had just experienced something.

Opposite her, with her hair standing on end in fury, was a girl with shoulder-length brown hair.

She was also wearing the Tokiwadai school uniform, had light brown eyes, and a pretty face with a competitive look.

In short, she's a pretty cute girl.

But she exudes a boyish reliability and heroic spirit.

The arm that had been holding his arm suddenly let go, and as he felt the pull away, Makoto Haramura turned his head back to look at Misaki Shokuhou.

Misaki Shokuhou had already started walking towards the two Tokiwadai students who were arguing.

Makoto Haramura lagged slightly behind, but quickly caught up with Misaki Shokuhou.

Clearly, Misaki Shokuhou is no longer in the mood to head directly towards the restaurant; instead, she wants to get involved.

For Makoto Haramura, this kind of change before dinner was quite nice.

"I, Shirai Kuroko, have the mission of protecting my sister's chastity."

The short girl remained slumped over the table, as if she were obsessed with something, still managing to utter these words despite her obvious physical paralysis.

And it was also obvious that the short girl's words made the brown-haired girl even angrier.

"You really dare to say that, you idiot. Why did you lift my skirt to protect my chastity?"

The girl blushed and shouted, but the short girl seemed to be completely deaf to what anyone was saying, spewing out words like a machine gun.

"It's because you always wear those tasteless safety shorts, dear sister..."

"Whoosh..."

"Ultimately, it's all about wearing safety shorts under the uniform skirt..."

The short-haired girl's face grew increasingly red, as red as a ripe peach, because she felt the gazes directed at her from all around.

"Black... Zi..."

"Hehehehe, isn't this Misaka-san?"

"It's been a while since I last saw you, and you haven't changed at all. Not only has your figure not grown, but your femininity is still as low as ever."

"People are very worried about your future."

A familiar voice, a familiar verbal tic.

It was this voice that made the tea-haired girl freeze in place as if struck by lightning. Then, she mechanically raised her head and looked at the figure slowly walking towards her.

Then, somewhat reluctantly, he uttered a few words.

"Shokuhou...why...are you...here?"

If you were to ask who the last person she wants to see is right now, it would be...

Without a doubt, it was the woman in front of him.