The Witch Trial Begins with the OO Buckethead Zombie

The curfew begins and ends.

At 12:01, Emma Sakura didn't push open her door as proactively as she had in the morning.

To put it bluntly, his heartbeat did indeed stop for a moment.

Did i do something wrong?

Was that kiss too unusual? Or was my reaction during the kiss wrong? Should I have returned the kiss with licks?

What if, just when I realize I've fallen for Emma, ​​she turns out to dislike me?

So what should we do?

It's understandable to be worried, especially now that we've only done that kind of thing recently.

But when he opened the door to Sakura Emma's cell and entered the room, he saw the sleeping girl's face.

All those worries then disappeared.

Yes.

How could she possibly hate you for something like this?

The most reassuring thing.

That's Sakura Emma.

Eat and sleep, sleep and eat.

I'll hug you and chuckle all the time.

What do you think happened?

She'll tell you how happy she is.

You asked why I suddenly became happy.

She wants to tell you how happy she is to have you by her side.

"..."

"Huff... huff... huff..."

Her breathing was calm and peaceful, and beneath the gently rising and falling sheets lay the delicate body of a young girl.

This time, Hoshino Utsunomiya did not bend down to steal a kiss from the girl.

He simply sat quietly on the edge of the bed.

I glanced at the time.

There are still three hours of free time at noon.

If Emma still hasn't woken up by the end, go to the cafeteria and get two lunches.

As for now.

Just being there for her is enough.

......

The afternoon has the longest free time.

With a full five hours, you can probably do whatever you want.

Having learned her lesson at noon, Sakura Emma didn't lie down to sleep again.

I've been sleeping for ages! If I keep sleeping, I'll turn into a lazy pig!

But......

What should I do with Hoshino?

The question that always bothers me every day is what to do today.

It was fine outside the prison; I didn't have to think too much. It was just going to school, attending classes, and waiting for get out of class to end.

On weekdays, I look forward to going home to play on weekends; on weekends, when I have nothing to do at home, I look forward to going to school to play.

Oh no, before I became friends with Hoshino, before I became friends with Yuki, and after I became estranged from Hiro.

She never really looked forward to going to school.

Yes, we still need to add qualifiers properly.

If you have friends, of course you'll look forward to school.

Although Emma Sakura doesn't have many friends.

In short, although she was still restricted by the time she was confined to prison, her excessive freedom and laxity caused her to lose her way.

Well......

She did say something like, "It's enough to just stay by Hoshino's side."

But who wouldn't want to do more if they could?

For example, a kiss.

Ah, but I don't feel any sense of intimacy in the current atmosphere.

distressed.

Emma Sakura once again regretted her silence that morning.

If only someone could teach her how to do it.

...Of course, not Tachibana Sherry.

You can't exactly go up to the plate and ask Hoshino if you're his type...

When you don't know what to do, go see a movie!

Watching a movie with your lover is never a bad thing.

Although there's no movie theater, there's no special atmosphere like when we're all alone, chatting and making little gestures, surrounded by people.

However, there is a recreation room in the prison.

She remembered that there were discs and a projector there.

I wonder what kind of movies they have over there.

I want a good movie that seems normal but subtly introduces suggestive plot points, allowing viewers to immerse themselves in the story and unconsciously do the same things.

Maybe not.

The old film reels even make it feel like a projector from the last century.

Huh? How do you use this thing?

Just when Emma Sakura thought the film project was about to fail, Hoshino Utsunomiya casually put in the disc and started the machine.

Will Hoshino know how to use it?

Did you use it before, or did you actually use it with Hiro yesterday?

The subconscious guesses that were about to surface were stopped.

Regardless of where Nikaido Hiro's progress was yesterday, at least today Sakura Emma is confident enough to say something.

I am still the world's number one girlfriend.

Does anyone understand the significance of the kiss that Hoshino initiated on the very first day?

hum.

No matter what Hiro does, he can never catch up with me!

Therefore, Hero's matter is not important.

The important thing is watching movies with Hoshino.

Old film reels, vintage projectors—and obviously, in contrast...

Even more unexpectedly, it was a black and white film.

No color!

Wow, isn't this a little too retro?

Emma Sakura was initially a little hesitant, since living in the modern world, she never reads anything in black and white except for comics; she only reads in color if there's color, and ignores anything else if there isn't.

But as the disc began to play, the images on the screen started to move.

She suddenly realized...

Although the above content wasn't the kind of slightly erotic film I was looking for, judging from the atmosphere, visuals, and background music...

...Does this look like a horror movie?

Horror movies are great, horror movies.

Since it's a horror movie, it's normal for me to be scared, right?

Since she was frightened, it's perfectly normal for her to instinctively hug Hoshino for comfort, right?

Now that they've embraced, in the unique atmosphere of being alone, it's quite normal for the two of them to gradually get closer to the point where they seem ready to kiss at any moment, right?

Okay! I'll see!

I only watch black and white horror movies!

Soon, the screening began.

The unique smell of old film filled the room, and Hoshino Utsunomiya snapped the lights off.

Therefore, all that can be seen is the faint light emitted by the black and white images on the white screen.

What it can illuminate is the outline of the people around you; what you can see clearly is only the corner in front of the curtain.

An old mansion swayed in the wind and rain, its doors and windows creaking strangely.

The atmosphere built up and the story unfolding, even in black and white, are enough to gradually draw the viewer in.

Then my body started to tremble, and I started to instinctively want to hug the person next to me.

She hugged his waist tightly, buried her head in his arms, and then poked her head out again, continuing to stare intently at the curtain.