The Witch Trial Begins with the OO Buckethead Zombie

"Don't drink it."

The words rang out very close to her ear, along with the rim of the cup that was pressed against her lips.

Glug glug, the rolling tap water was quickly spat out and flowed into the sewer.

Finally.

The moment the toothbrush was filled with toothpaste, Hoshino Utsunomiya shoved it toward her lips.

"Open your mouth, ah."

The girl obediently opened her lips.

The neatly arranged teeth clearly showed their white color in the mirror in front of the sink, obviously not the color of teeth that haven't been brushed for a long time.

The pearly white teeth were constantly moistened by the girl's saliva.

"Waaah..."

The moment the foreign object entered, Yuki couldn't help but make a slight sound.

This feeling is stranger than I imagined.

Logically speaking, a toothbrush with a wooden handle is just a tool, and you shouldn't feel anything special when it's inserted into your mouth.

Just like how humans brush their teeth, it's nothing unusual.

But this is not the case.

When the brush brushes across the lips, when the wooden handle presses against the lower lip, the toothbrush, controlled by another person's hand, brings an unexpected and strange sensation.

—'Sense of control'.

Yuki Tsukishiro suddenly realized the problem.

Why is it that humans don't have any problems when brushing their own teeth, but experience such a strange feeling when others do the same thing with the same tools?

It wasn't just because of the atmosphere, nor just because of the tension, nor even because of the close proximity they were at that moment.

It's not because of a lack of control, but because of a sense of control.

The hand holding the handle at the other end of the toothbrush wasn't hers.

Therefore, no one knows the amplitude or frequency at which the brush will brush next, and no one knows which direction the wooden handle will twist and turn.

"Hmm..."

The moment the foreign object entered, Yukishiro had already closed her open mouth without hesitation.

Although it wasn't quite to the point of pushing the toothbrush out of its mouth with its tongue, it could still make a few humming and whining sounds.

...Am I going to be called cute by this guy again?

What comes to mind subconsciously is the muttering I heard not long ago after making that embarrassing noise against the back wall of the school.

Regret.

No, I have no regrets at all.

It was very quiet behind me; the only sound I could hear was calm breathing.

He didn't speak.

She didn't even compliment herself on being cute.

It was nothing to regret, just a sound of utter humiliation. Yuki Tsukishiro didn't think she needed anyone to praise her.

The brush rubs and rolls against the teeth, and the toothpaste mixes with saliva, gradually filling the mouth with foam.

Yuki Tsukishiro opened her mouth again.

Her toes opened again, and her pink fist clenched slightly.

Yes, that's a very reasonable reaction.

It's important to understand that toothbrushes don't rub against the outer surfaces of the body that we experience daily.

Instead, it's the more private inner part of the body.

It's only natural to feel something is off, to feel uncomfortable, and to want to break free and escape, isn't it?

Counting silently in my mind, I felt my senses gradually becoming clearer.

Brushing my teeth, frequently and repeatedly, gently touching my tongue.

This toothbrush is an extension of someone's senses, if one fantasizes about it.

"Tongue."

The moment the thought crossed his mind, the silent person behind him made a sound.

So, without thinking, Yukishiro stuck out her tongue.

then.

My tongue was pinched by that rough hand.

"?!"

Touch.

Before the foam rushes down the protruding tongue and into the throat, causing a gagging sensation, before the small tongue is stimulated and curls up slightly.

What was first clearly etched into my heart was the rough feel of my fingers.

The brush moved back and forth across the tongue, and those few moments seemed to stretch on forever.

They finally let go.

"gargle."

His face, which had been stiff from maintaining a blank expression for so long, now subtly revealed an awkward look.

But Yuki Tsukishiro remained obedient, gurgling softly.

He spat out the foam in his mouth.

such.

Is that the end?

"Finish."

Okay, that's it.

As desired, the story ended without any further surprises or complications.

Hoshino Utsunomiya stopped there, no longer pulling at her tongue, no longer stirring her mouth with the toothbrush, and no longer pressing against her back.

The bath towel wrapped around her body didn't slip down at this moment, even though she wasn't very tall and the towel might have dragged on the ground a little.

But unsurprisingly, when Hoshino Utsunomiya created some distance, her foot also missed the edge of the towel dragging on the ground, causing the entire towel to be pulled off her body.

These ones.

None of it happened.

She didn't scream once from beginning to end.

Hoshino Utsunomiya never apologized from beginning to end.

Chapter 17 Hiro Nikaido has two friends

Hiro Nikaido has two very, very good friends.

Sakura Emma.

Moonlit Snow.

Emma was her childhood friend, though she always did silly things and would grin foolishly.

But because she's a very nice person, none of that matters.

However, due to the class division in junior high school, Hiro and she were assigned to different classes after entering high school, and their relationship gradually became more distant after the class division.

After all, we weren't in the same class during school, so the time we spent together was shortened, and we didn't have much in common when we talked.

They will naturally become estranged.

Nikaido Hiro doesn't consider himself someone who desperately needs friends, so it's not really important for him to actively maintain relationships.

More than Emma, ​​she cared about the person who had attracted her at first sight.

It is the moon that replaces the snow.

That started not long after I started junior high school.

Bullying.

Severe, cruel, and heartbreaking bullying.

Sometimes they are locked in toilet stalls.

Sometimes textbooks are torn up and discarded.

Sometimes, indoor shoes get stuffed full of insects.

Sometimes they are gang-beaten and subjected to vigilante justice.

Sometimes they get soaked from head to toe by buckets of water.

This is incorrect, this cannot happen, this will not be allowed.

Nikaido Hiro stepped forward without hesitation.

I want to protect her.

I will protect Yukishiro.

I want to stop the bullying from continuing.

Hiro Nikaido's values ​​are always based on 'rightness', and she pursues a world without evil.

Therefore, bullying is absolutely intolerable in her eyes.

They rushed up and broke down the toilet stall door that had been forcibly locked.

He rushed forward, rummaged through the trash can, found a tattered textbook, and raised it to question the bully.