Crossover Anime Daily Life: Their Eyes Are a Little Strange

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Upon hearing this, Shiina Mashiro glanced at her and replied without hesitation.

"Shiki is my owner, and I am Shiki's pet."

"Eh?!!"

As soon as she finished speaking, Mai Sakurajima exclaimed in surprise.

Clearly, no one expected this 29-year-old girl to say such suggestive things with a blank expression.

But soon, she frowned and then nodded slightly.

"Although your words have somewhat misled me."

"But your current actions do indeed resemble that kind of relationship."

After finishing her self-talk, Mai Sakurajima looked up and instantly switched to an expression full of disdain for scum, which she then directed at Shirakawa Shiki.

"Shiki-kun, even though I know you're usually quite shameless."

"But I never expected, huh??? You actually dare to play such a fancy game now?"

"Is it really true that we beautiful girls are completely unable to satisfy you?"

Shiina Mashiro expressed her complete agreement with her statement.

He nodded and said it with an air of seriousness.

"Yes, you're right, the style is indeed very fancy."

Shirakawa's ability to instigate Mashiro left him speechless with emotion.

Therefore, Mashiro's words may mean something like this.

I was on the way here just now, trying to kill some time.

Shirakawa would occasionally pick up whatever he saw, put it into his own space, and then take it out again.

This astonishing scene, repeated over and over, piqued Shiina Mashiro's interest.

So, Mashiro was talking about playing tricks at that moment.

That's probably what it meant, but Mai Sakurajima clearly misunderstood.

Her delicate eyebrows furrowed, and her body trembled slightly, indicating that she was very angry.

He snorted coldly: "I never expected that you would like this kind of thing, Shiki-kun."

"Idiot-kun, no wonder you used to make me wear so many clothes..."

She paused here, gritted her teeth, and continued, "I was often forced to wear such shameful clothes."

"Furthermore, it turns out that Shiki-kun's integrity and his strange hobbies are not limited to these."

"Now another one has been exposed: is he actually looking to keep a pet girl?"

When I heard Mai Sakurajima's words, they became more and more outrageous.

Even if some of the things are true, we can't let Mai Sakurajima continue talking.

Without further ado, Shirakawa reached out and wrapped his arm around her slender waist.

Mai Sakurajima didn't understand what was going to happen and was wondering why she had suddenly been approached.

But the next moment, I felt my body was out of control and I leaned forward.

Her red lips were pressed against hers, causing her to whimper and instinctively close her eyes gently.

Beside her, Shiina Mashiro watched intently, her eyes widening at the scene unfolding before her.

With her mouth slightly open, she stared blankly at the scene that stirred up a slightly strange feeling in her heart.

Kato Megumi, who had already brewed the tea, walked out from around the corner.

He also stood still and silently watched this scene, his eyes flashing several times.

Then, she let out a soft sigh, a sense of urgency creeping into her heart.

It seems... I need to be more proactive.

Senior...it seems true, he's very popular with other girls.

Mai Sakurajima felt weak all over, her delicate cheeks flushed red.

She couldn't help but blush and punched the other person's chest with her small fist.

She was clearly blaming this guy for not giving her any face in front of the other girls.

As a senior, she was treated so rudely by a junior.

How could she possibly save face in front of these two girls?

I felt both ashamed and angry, but mostly I was happy.

However, judging from this, this guy still cares about her, and he's not the kind of scumbag.

His gaze met Sakurajima Mai's, watching the pink mist in her eyes as she blinked.

A large arc appeared at the corner of Shirakawa's mouth.

He smiled faintly and spoke gently.

"Mai-senpai, you misunderstood everything just now."

"But now it's clear I don't need to explain anymore, is it?"

Sakurajima Mai, who was panting heavily, had no strength to reply.

She could only glare at him, her eyes conveying: "Go to hell, you idiot."

"Shiki, are you two kissing? Is this the kind of kissing you see in romance comics?"

"What does it feel like? I wonder if I could kiss in the Japanese style?"

Coming to her senses, Shiina Mashiro's eyes rippled, and she spoke a little faster than usual.

These astonishing words, spoken from her small mouth, carried not a trace of embarrassment.

Kato Megumi arranged the teacups, her face serene, and then sat down as well.

Shirakawa, supporting Sakurajima Mai, turned around and asked with a light laugh.

"Of course that's possible, but Mashiro, do you even know what 'liking' means?"

Hearing this, Shiina Mashiro tilted her head, somewhat confused, and asked, "Do we have to like each other... to kiss?"

"But I think I like style. I said I liked style from the beginning."

"Could it be that Shiki doesn't like Mashiro?"

"But Shiki just said she wanted to dye Mashiro's hair white, doesn't that mean she likes it?"

After saying that, Mashiro seemed to retain a faint sense of loss.

The words fell.

Shirakawa's face stiffened, and the atmosphere in the living room suddenly became tense again.

Sakurajima Mai and Kato Megumi, sitting on the sofa, also looked embarrassed.

Shirakawa stared at Mashiro in a somewhat speechless manner, truly at a loss for words.

Although I knew all along that Shiina Mashiro would occasionally blurt out some shocking remarks that would never stop.

But who would have thought that you could drive on this awful road...?

Dyed white?!

Shirakawa clearly said before that he wanted to become the true white.

If the expression is different, Mashiro's meaning could easily be misunderstood by others.

"Sometimes Shiki-kun's thoughts are really embarrassing."

Kato Megumi couldn't help but lower her head, looking somewhat troubled.

Upon hearing this, Shirakawa glanced at the group of beautiful girls and immediately changed the subject.

He couldn't let Mashiro steer the conversation off course any further, so he feigned a sigh.

"Actually, do you know something?"

"what's up?"

The girls were immediately drawn to the scene, looking puzzled.

Shirakawa said with some regret, "Actually... in my past life I was a fallen angel."

Sakurajima Mai regained her senses, slapped the guy's hand away in annoyance, and stood up.

She glanced at him, her face full of disgust: "Pah!! You call yourself an angel?"

"You are a demon king, and a great demon king who controls lust."

Shirakawa-shiki chose not to take her sabotage and tantrums to heart.

He chuckled, took a sip of tea, and then continued.

"That's a real prejudice, and a miscarriage of justice."