The Witch Trial Begins with the OO Buckethead Zombie

If you hide it beforehand, it won't be very noticeable, but if you follow it in this situation, it will be too conspicuous.

I promised myself I'd play Natsume Anan properly this time, and not show too much concern for Hoshino.

But what should I do by myself in that case?

We can't just sit here and wait for Hoshino to come up and talk to us, can we?

Oh right, I remember now.

I'm going to water my plants.

It would be best to find another metal bucket.

Yuki Tsukishiro turned and went into the shower room.

There were no iron buckets, but there were water ladles.

It'll have to do!

"—Splash!"

She poured cold water on herself from top to bottom.

A cool, damp sensation, with water droplets dripping down.

I'm soaking wet now.

If only I could walk up to Hoshino, take his hand, and say something as ordinary as "Help me change my clothes."

You can reach out and enjoy his care.

But you can't.

So she had to change her clothes herself.

Actually, there's no need to change it. If you use liquid manipulation magic, water droplets of this size will disperse.

But acting is just acting; she can only use Natsume Anan's magic.

correct.

Hoshino's clothes that she changed out of...

It wasn't thrown into the incinerator, nor was it in the cupboard.

It seems... he's in his room?

Well......

No, no, no, burying your head in your clothes to suck is something only Emma would do, Yuki, you wouldn't like doing that.

Shaking his head, swaying his head, changing clothes.

Miss Witch left the shower room.

She was looking for the iron barrel that might exist in this mansion.

If Hoshino has found someone, there's no reason why she can't find another one.

Metal buckets should always come in pairs!

It keeps spinning and spinning.

Yuki Tsukishiro stopped in the entrance hall.

She remembered that there was a broom lying there.

In my memory, along with the broom, there would be a dustpan for shoveling trash, a mop for mopping the floor, and a corresponding metal bucket.

These cleaning kits are all kept together.

At least that's how it is at that school.

It might be a little dirty, but once it's cleaned, it's a brand new metal bucket.

That's what she thought, but instead of finding the iron bucket, she found a basket full of apple crumbs.

...what does it mean?

The apple pieces are fresh and undoubtedly produced today.

Is this how you waste food? Humans are truly born evil.

I thought Tachibana Sherry herself would do something good, but she crushed my apple on the very first day.

Points deducted.

I'm going to deduct points.

Write it down in a little notebook.

Why did I guess it was Tachibana Sherry? Well, besides Tachibana Sherry, the only other person with the strength to crush an apple is Hoshino.

Her choice of Hoshino is definitely correct, so it can only be Tachibana Sherry.

If you don't clean it properly, it'll just sit here and stink!

...Leave her here for a day and see if she's willing to come back and deal with it. If not, deduct points from her record.

As for now.

There were rustling sounds on the path leading to the cafeteria, suggesting that a few people inside were having a lively time together.

But she wouldn't willingly step into that lively scene.

Because Natsume Anan wouldn't be willing to get along with strangers!

So Yuki turned around and went back to her cell.

After secretly glancing over and confirming that Hoshino Utsunomiya's shirt was in his cell, and that it was indeed wet before he took it off, and that it hadn't smelled bad yet.

Only then did she return to her cell.

Sitting on the bed board, lying on the bed.

The witch is in a daze.

This time, she didn't count anymore, but instead briefly imagined what would happen next.

Hoshino noticed the difference in her temperament early on, and his intuition told him that this was his lover. So after dealing with Emma, ​​whom he couldn't let go of, he would turn around and come here to deepen their relationship.

She would half-heartedly resist, push and shove, and reluctantly accept it.

Because she doesn't speak, he will talk a lot, he will try to guess her thoughts, he will pay attention to her expressions, and he will observe her movements.

Then he would feel that he had found the perfect opportunity to kiss her.

And then, and after that...

Tsukishiro Yuki lay there until noon.

Just as she expected, Hoshino approached.

Contrary to her expectations, Hiro also followed along.

It's one thing if Emma clings to Hoshino, but what's Heero trying to do by clinging to him like that? Do you really think your small frame can protect Hoshino?

Yuki Tsukishiro had already said that she could see through Hiro's thoughts almost immediately; there was no other possibility than protecting Hoshino.

Although the idea was silly, she admitted that Hiro's presence was indeed a huge hindrance.

With Hiro, that annoying third wheel, watching her, if she doesn't play the role of Natsume An'an properly, she might get exposed again on the first day.

Yuki Tsukishiro hates the feeling of being exposed and then being pointed at and scolded.

So she showed a little resistance, but then accepted Hoshino's invitation to have dinner together.

Unexpectedly, among the people traveling with them was Noah Kinosaki.

...The feeling they were showing was that they had something else to do, and I was clearly just an unrelated bystander.

Unable to resist, she wrote down her question.

The answer they received was that they would help Noah Kinosaki find an art studio.

...Oh right, there seems to be something like that, you can smell the paint even in the prison cell.

Hiro was obviously fed up with Noah's scribbling in the cell, and Hoshino was just trying to help out of kindness.

Ok.

That way there won't be any problem.

And so, the first day passed.

Nothing happened the next day.

Day three.

Hoshino really didn't come looking for me.

Was my rejection too obvious? Or is Natsume An'an, this character who can't speak, really that ineffective?

Well......

Yukichi Tsukishiro began to have the idea of ​​taking the initiative.

But before she could actually make a move, she witnessed that scene in the underground passage corridor.

Hoshino hugged Shiro, gently stroked Shiro's back, and whispered incredibly tender words of praise in Shiro's ear.

His words were so pleasant to hear, his expressions and movements were so gentle, and the aura he exuded was so endearing.

but.

He was holding Hiro.

In her mind, the one who posed the least threat was Nikaido Hiro.

The woman who seemed righteous and upright was now like an obedient little girl, accepting his embrace openly, her body limp as she leaned against him.

This woman exuded neither the gentleness of a Yamato Nadeshiko, nor the sternness of a disciplinary committee member, nor the correctness of Nikaido Hiro.

It has a feminine scent.

She's definitely in heat.

That expression, that body, that smell.