The Witch Trial Begins with the OO Buckethead Zombie

This is what it was like when I realized I had the ability to rewind time.

No matter how painful or uncomfortable it was in the water, she would still head towards the sea without hesitation.

So, being held in someone's arms like this, receiving comfort from others as a victim.

This was indeed her first time.

Surprisingly, it made me feel very at ease.

Pressing against his chest, where he could almost hear a faint heartbeat, and with a large, warm hand gently stroking his back, everything felt so reassuring.

No wonder Emma's scent lingered on my chest; she must have hugged him to her heart's content under the guise of being his lover.

Beyond smell and touch, hearing is indeed more stimulating.

He whispered it in his ear.

He spoke softly.

His voice was clear, but it sounded so muffled that it gave one the illusion of having their earlobe bitten, and made one feel that the two were not having a conversation but rather engaging in aimless whispering.

His body trembled slightly.

The words spoken, the breath exhaled.

He spoke words full of encouragement.

I am the best.

He must be more powerful than Emma, ​​and more powerful than Snow.

—But he was so incompetent in this prison.

I am worthy of praise; everyone is praising me.

—That's not true. They just haven't seen me make mistakes. Once I make a mistake, everyone will blame me. From the day I made a mistake for you, the praise and compliments disappeared.

What accompanies the praise is not a person's name, but an absolutely unwavering and correct resume.

Everyone is proud of me, everyone is proud of me.

—Is that really the case? In the eyes of my classmates, I'm not just a delusional teenager who fantasizes about being a champion of justice; no one is happy about my existence.

Even though nearly a year has passed, the girl still remembers a certain sentence spoken by a passerby whose face she can no longer recall.

She also remembered the figure who had so easily gained her trust back then.

...You know perfectly well how they treat me.

And they still use such words to comfort me.

I'm not good at all, and I don't work hard at all.

Before she knew it, her little hands, which had initially seemed to have nowhere to go, had already wrapped around Hoshino Utsunomiya's body.

While inwardly questioning herself, Nikaido Hiro accepted his comfort and encouragement with a sense of peace.

But as I listened...

The sound stopped.

He stopped talking.

Why did you stop talking? Don't you want to comfort me anymore? Are you tired of saying it? Have you run out of things to say to comfort me?

Do you still find it unbearable to say something so insincere?

Hoshino......

She was clearly planning to make Hoshino Utsunomiya fall in love with her, but for some reason she felt that she was being gradually won over by him.

I don't dislike the feeling I have right now.

She wanted to hear more of his comforting words.

I do not resist being embraced at this moment.

She would hug him more proactively.

The signs had been there all along, and now the emotion called 'liking' had shed its hazy surface and become clearer.

Nikaido Hiro didn't think it was strange that he liked Utsunomiya Hoshino.

Ultimately, aside from the misunderstanding at the very first meeting, the kick I glimpsed on the second meeting—the kick that upheld her 'correct principles'—was enough to evoke considerable goodwill.

However, suspicion and misunderstanding turned this affection into hostility, which began to grow in prison. This growing hostility then reversed back to the original goodwill through his death.

When you rewind to this moment after death, you may indeed feel more guilt, and the guilt and the desire to compensate are at play, while self-loathing is deepening.

But after wiping away the hazy clouds over his emotions, and after spending two full days calming down from the influence of the two intertwined and chaotic memories of witnessing his death one after another.

Nikaido Hiro was still able to reach the same conclusion.

I have feelings for him.

Even now, she can still say that she likes it.

If you like something, you should fight for it.

It is not an excuse to give him hope for survival.

Although it wasn't entirely an excuse, she genuinely wanted to give him a reason to live.

But as expected, if you really like someone, you don't need that kind of reason.

Is it strange to like someone and want them to like you back?

Obviously not.

So, there's only one thing left to do.

Even if it seems shameless, it has to be done.

"...Praise me a few more times."

In a soft, almost coquettish voice, Nikaido Hiro made this request to him.

This voice is very much like that of Hiro Nikaido.

Hearing the girl's voice, Hoshino Utsunomiya was taken aback.

The voice, the words, and the person in my arms.

Nikaido Hiro was acting cute towards him.

Upon realizing this fact, a very subtle yet familiar feeling welled up in his chest.

He had felt the same way about Emma yesterday morning.

He felt that he was falling in love at the time.

Now it seems...

This is also a feeling of being moved.

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Chapter 120 Isn't that just for coaxing children?

Has anyone ever tried to hold Nikaido Hiro in their arms?

What would it feel like to hold such a beautiful girl in your arms?

Will she be any different from Emma Sakura?

As perhaps the first person to embrace Hiro, Hoshino Utsunomiya felt that he now had a chance to find out the answer.

Hugging allows for extensive physical contact, enabling you to notice many details and experience a wide range of sensations.

But what Utsunomiya Hoshino cares about most is...

It's still pressing on my chest, that's the feeling.

Is it because they're such good friends? Or is this just how girls this age are?

Hoshino Utsunomiya had actually wondered if Heero was different from Emma in some way, and perhaps Heero was actually wearing something quite substantial under her clothes.

But such expectations were clearly dashed.

It's not hard, and it won't hurt if you bump into it.

But the feeling that was clearly not soft and elastic came very obviously from the chest area that was pressed against her.

The thumping heartbeat was exceptionally clear, obviously without any soundproofing.

It's regrettable, yet it doesn't seem as regrettable as I imagined.

Because of the subtle changes in her body movements as she softened with her words, Hoshino Utsunomiya could clearly sense Hiro Nikaido's unique girlish charm.

Ultimately, she wasn't bad-looking to begin with; she was actually quite cute.

She is just more assertive on ordinary days, and her usual style makes her harder to get too close to.

But once it softens.

That allure is beyond imagination.

Especially when he stopped comforting her and just hugged her, her little hands reached out to hug her and the words "coquettish" that came from Nikaido Hiro's mouth.

It will make your heart flutter.

What does this mean?

I've fallen for both Emma and Heero at the same time?

Or perhaps, I felt desire for both of them at the same time?

It's hard to explain.

Almost there.

That missing piece—perhaps the feeling of wanting to lower oneself and act like a lover.

A little more.

There's an extra layer, clinging to me; if I were to take that kiss, I'd feel an overwhelming sense of responsibility, unable to let go or abandon it.

And then I'll say this.