The Witch Trial Begins with the OO Buckethead Zombie

Yes, yes, I am Xiao Chunan! I haven't met many girls, haven't had much direct contact with girls, haven't talked to many girls, and haven't held hands with any girls.

What can you do? You can't date if you don't have money! And that's just how society is. Every time I see the news or talk about it with people around me, I can't help but feel even more depressed.

Until the repression completely eliminates any thoughts about the opposite sex.

The heart is ashamed.

However, perhaps it was because my body had become a bit younger, or perhaps it was because I had traveled to a new environment.

Thoughts that were stagnant and no longer moving, thoughts that were as rigid as those of a protagonist with dull senses.

It has become slightly loose.

At least at this moment, Hoshino Utsunomiya realized it.

I am in the bathroom with a teenage girl.

Fortunately.

She is a witch.

"Splash—"

The showerhead was turned on, and the abundant water pressure delivered cold water from the pipes. After briefly testing the water temperature and glancing at the running water heater, Utsunomiya Hoshino turned back to look at Tsukishiro Yuki.

She sat down on a small chair in the bathroom.

but.

He did not take off his outer clothes.

How am I supposed to take a bath like this?

After pausing and hesitating for a moment, Hoshino Utsunomiya hung the showerhead to the side.

"Haven't you taken a shower?"

(Purple Sweet Potato Pudding)

The sound of friction became clearer in my ears.

I don't understand Yuki Tsukishiro.

She could clearly feel the man's anticipation when they were at the entrance, but this anticipation, which should have lasted all the way to the bathroom, suddenly snapped in an instant.

If someone is polite enough to ask if they need to change their shoes, they will give up on being polite if they don't receive a response.

The physical contact was so casual that it seemed almost unconscious, and then they got straight to the point and began to relax.

as well as.

In that instant, the restraint rekindled as if it had been dormant for a moment.

It's a mess.

Is there any logical connection between your emotional changes?

Is there any cause and effect that connects your actions?

you......

I......

A jet-black school uniform, a pure white tie.

Loose-fitting clothing.

For no apparent reason, Yuki Tsukishiro felt a little flustered.

Clothes, clothes.

Before she could react or hesitate, the thick school uniform covered Tsukishiro Yuki's pretty face and pulled her long hair.

"You should be able to exchange your school uniform for a new one, right? If not, it doesn't matter, since you've already left early. If you can't, just change into your own clothes."

As Hoshino Utsunomiya said this, she casually tossed the (purple sweet potato pudding) onto the sink next to her.

(Purple Sweet Potato Pudding)

If we go any further...

Pure white (purple sweet potato pudding).

They were similarly tossed aside.

Yuki's thoughts fell into a long stagnation at this moment.

My body stiffened involuntarily, and my breathing began to stop unconsciously.

Then, what I could feel was the temperature of my gaze passing over the (purple sweet potato pudding) and reaching my thighs.

Small, rounded, and distinct toes are slightly spread apart, with the arch of the foot bent in an arc, pressing firmly against the ground.

The sound of the showerhead gushing water continued, and the water mist gradually began to spread along with the rising heat.

"cold."

Tsukishiro Yuki parted her lips slightly, expressing her feelings at that moment.

She gave in.

Maintaining silence at a time like this is really not right!

I have a feeling that if we continue to maintain this silence, things will start to go increasingly strange.

She surrendered, she gave in, she gave up being a mute girl who could only make "uh-huh" sounds.

Being too silent and submissive will only embolden this guy to take advantage of you.

So, at the very least, that's what I feel.

You must use this mouth to speak.

"...Then let's wash our hair first."

After a moment of silence, Hoshino Utsunomiya averted her gaze from the hem of her skirt and picked up the showerhead.

The girl's hair was actually quite soft and smooth, not as dry as one might imagine, especially after wetting it with water and then rubbing it with shampoo.

Insert your fingertips into the roots of your hair, press down on the strands with your index finger and thumb, and gently stretch them.

Her silver-white hair is really beautiful, and it looks even more so when you look at it up close.

Foam kept accumulating on the hair, mixing with its original color.

Hoshino Utsunomiya lifted the showerhead again and rinsed away the foam one by one.

Actually, the skirt should be taken off first, just like the top. If there's no room to lie down and wash your hair, it's easy to get your clothes wet.

Wearing wet clothes is not a pleasant experience.

So he took the purple sweet potato pudding first.

but......

Since I've already decided to change my clothes, it doesn't matter if they get wet.

Let's continue.

The purple sweet potato pudding has faded.

Chapter 15 is a mess

Although the showerhead is only spraying water onto the hair, the water flows down the ends of the hair, across the collarbone, and gathers...

It grazed the collarbone, then the lower abdomen, dripping little by little, soaking the hem of the skirt that hadn't yet been taken off.

You should have changed out of this outfit a long time ago.

After all, these clothes had already been soaked twice this morning by the bucket of water being poured on them.

Now, it's even more humid.

The skirt felt heavier, and it clung even more tightly to her skin.

If you lift it up.

If you stick your head in.

"Lift it up a bit." With a gentle pat, Hoshino Utsunomiya removed the last layer.

Then, I took a towel that was hanging nearby.

"Yours?"

"Ah."

Yuki Tsukishiro is not her parents' parents, and this residence originally belonged to them.

The deceased daughter, the identity she took, but the personal belongings that she hardly ever used.

I wet a towel and placed my palm against your back through the towel.

Smooth, fair, and delicate as water.

Friction, friction, the skin is being rubbed, and hot water is flowing.

There is no dirt.

Her clean, long hair was swept forward, and the roots of her hair faintly exuded the scent of shampoo as they drew closer.

His gaze flickered to her shoulder, lingered for a moment, and then moved away again.

Hoshino Utsunomiya felt herself getting a little confused.

He shouldn't have followed the established procedures so methodically.

...although there was no gentlemanly conduct or etiquette involved.

But he shouldn't have done that.

He should have been, well, even more vulgar? More disgusting? More lacking in manners?

As long as Yukishiro develops the will to resist, as long as Yukishiro harbors the intention to kill.

That was his victory.

But when the time came, Hoshino Utsunomiya found that he couldn't do it.