The Witch Trial Begins with the OO Buckethead Zombie

He deserved to die.

Then live alone.

I......

Hoshino Utsunomiya was amused by her own thoughts.

He scooped up some water from the showerhead and splashed it on his face.

Warm water doesn't make you feel as alert as cold water, but it's still water with some temperature, which can help clear your mind.

How can there be such a contradiction?

He wants to die, he doesn't want the girl to become a witch, but if the girl really becomes a witch, he can die. However, if she really becomes a witch, it means the situation is so bad that it's unimaginable, and he would seek death under such circumstances.

It's like leaving them to become wrecked in places you can't see, and then happily living out their new lives.

Since they've already turned into witches and can't be saved, it's better to send me to my death. Since I'm already dead, it doesn't matter if they're not in my new life.

It really makes me feel a constant surge of self-loathing.

But even so.

He still couldn't control himself from speaking.

"Speaking of which, besides inevitably turning into remains in the end, what other characteristics does a witch have after being transformed into a witch?" He continued, seemingly unconcerned, following up on the topic of witch transformation.

Hiro nodded, but his hands didn't stop moving: "Yeah, it'll become ferocious and brutal, and the urge to kill will seem to keep growing."

After being transformed into a witch, a murder is bound to occur, which is why this prison once had a system called 'Witch Trial'.

To satisfy the murderous urge brought about by witch transformation, the girl will inevitably choose to kill.

That sounds really far-fetched.

Is it truly uncontrollable? Is it really inevitable that someone will kill? Then why do some people ultimately choose suicide?

Besides maintaining her human form, another reason she chose to commit suicide was likely her inability to suppress her murderous impulses.

What am I thinking?

Why did I think of this? Why did this come to mind?

chaos.

My mind is in turmoil, my thoughts are in turmoil, and my ideas are in turmoil.

Sure enough, it was because he knew exactly what he was going to say next.

That's why things are in chaos.

"In other words, if Hero were to become a witch, she would still want to kill people, wouldn't she?"

Nikaido Hiro paused in her movements and responded softly:

"Perhaps, but I will not become a witch."

For things that haven't happened, all we can probably do is speculate.

The only thing Nikaido Hiro was absolutely confident about was that she would not become a witch.

"Noah won't become a witch." After bubbling away in the bathtub for a while, Noah Kinosaki poked her head out again, her hair, which had just been dried, becoming wet again. As if to remind herself of her own existence, she said the same thing:

"Noah can live as long as she can paint. Unless bad people prevent Noah from painting, Noah will not become a witch."

She is also very confident.

After quickly rinsing herself clean, Hoshino Utsunomiya wrapped a towel around her neck and stood up: "Here, let me help you."

He patted Hiro on the shoulder, gesturing for her to sit in the front.

Since we've already helped Noah, what difference does Hero make?

On the contrary, deliberately avoiding Hiro at this time and letting her wash herself would give the impression of being treated differently.

If only that were the case.

Hiro seemed visibly taken aback, but did not refuse. After a brief moment of thought, she let her wet skirt fall to the ground.

With her long, flowing black hair cascading down her back, she took over the seat on the small stool.

Thus, his hand was able to directly touch the girl's skin.

Apply shower gel.

Hoshino Utsunomiya felt a little bit like laughing at herself.

I started the conversation about witches in order to suppress my desires and distract myself.

But before they could even exchange a few words, he wanted to use this method to suppress another feeling of nausea.

This is Nikaido Hiro's body.

It has a silky smooth texture and a snow-white color.

As you move your hand, you can feel a slight tremor.

I would like it.

This is Hiro Nikaido's long hair.

It was jet black, like a waterfall, yet smooth and flowing.

Picking up long hair and holding it in your hand, then gently stroking it, creates a very special feeling.

I would like it.

"Murder, murderous impulse, witch transformation, action." She muttered the words while her hands moved incessantly. The touch was only warm, but the skin it brushed against made the girl feel as if she were being burned.

My skin feels hot.

He continued the topic from before.

"Once she becomes a witch, she will have a strong urge to kill, she will be unable to control the urge to kill, and in the end she will definitely choose to kill."

I don't know what I'm saying, I don't know what I'm doing.

The atmosphere in the shower room should have been exceptionally romantic and ambiguous.

Despite the rising steam filling the shower room, Hoshino Utsunomiya could only feel a sense of disconnect.

On one hand, there's the feel of a young girl's skin on my hands; in the other hand, there's a view that looks incredibly alluring even amidst the swirling mist.

She won't care.

On the other hand, there were thoughts and ideas that spread from the topic they had just discussed.

I care about it a lot.

Hurry up, say something vulgar, be a morally corrupt person, and do something to satisfy your physical needs.

otherwise.

I'm about to say it.

"Hiro." He stopped what he was doing. "I have a request."

He placed his hand on her shoulder and leaned close to her ear.

"If you become a witch, please make sure to kill me first."

He said.

Chapter 125 The Witch's Trial is About to Begin

Fourth day.

The second day has arrived for Emma Sakura.

However, she suffered from insomnia once again.

Emma thought she had learned her lesson.

But she didn't.

A day, 24 hours, which seemed so short just the day before yesterday, has passed in the blink of an eye.

But yesterday felt so long.

For Emma Sakura, each day felt like an eternity.

The first thing to confront is the emotions that have just passed.

The hands that could once be held can no longer be held, the bodies that could once be close can no longer be drawn together, the lips that could once be kissed...

The sense of loss is only intense when something has already been gained and then lost.

But she had to be patient.

Because on the second day, during Emma Sakura's day, Hiro Nikaido did not appear.

Similarly, Emma Sakuraba cannot appear during Hiro Nikaido's time.

That's how it should be.

Otherwise, if the two of them tear each other apart and compete with each other like rivals, they won't be able to fall in love at all.

Then it would just come down to who can be more humble.

However, even so, Emma Sakura couldn't help herself.

As her fingertips traced her lips, the girl repeatedly tried to savor that feeling.

She started to regret it.

It wasn't that she regretted not interfering with Nikaido Hiro, but rather that she didn't fully enjoy doing what she wanted to do most during her own time.

kiss.

I want to kiss you! I want to kiss you! I want to kiss you!

I'm desperately wanting to kiss you.

I'm experiencing withdrawal symptoms, I feel terrible all over, and I won't feel better without kissing.

I want to kiss him, I want to breathe, I want to look at his skin at a distance of less than a few centimeters, let my breath hit his face, I want to wrap my arms around his neck and hug him tightly.

Feeling repressed?