The Witch Trial Begins with the OO Buckethead Zombie

He doesn't care.

"it is good."

So, taking turns, Hoshino Utsunomiya went behind the door.

This time, Hiro Nikaido instead grasped his hand at the door.

......

Evening, in the flower field.

After leaving the empty but lifeless Western-style mansion, we arrived at the flower field.

Sitting on the slope of a flower field where the flowers have not yet fully bloomed, feeling the wind, and gazing into the distance.

As darkness fell and night began to break, the sky gradually darkened.

Does Hoshino like feet?

Somewhat without reason, Nikaido Hiro asked Utsunomiya Hoshino this question.

"...?"

"Because when I woke up this morning, Hoshino kept touching my feet." The words she hadn't said then, the question she hadn't asked then, she now asked, as if finding a topic to discuss:

"Does Hoshino like touching feet, legs, or over-the-knee socks that have been worn, or is he also interested in shoes?"

I don't know if it was out of curiosity or if I really wanted to verify it.

The girl meticulously analyzed everything that Hoshino Utsunomiya had encountered that morning, trying to get an answer out of him.

“Hmm…” Hoshino Utsunomiya was a little stumped by the question.

How should I answer this kind of question?

...To be honest...

"I don't particularly dislike it, but I don't like it either. In fact, I might even be a bit of a germaphobe." He thought for a moment and then added:

"In other words, feet are feet, and legs are legs. The area from the legs down to the feet tends to get dirtier. Putting aside other things, the sweaty feet trapped in socks is something that people are more concerned about."

"But if you really want to touch it, you can focus on touching it, rubbing it, and pressing it."

"I definitely have to wash my hands after touching it before touching other places, otherwise I'm afraid I'll bring the fungus to other places."

He answered quite seriously, although there's probably no need to answer this kind of question so seriously, but...

I answered because I wanted to.

However, he was concerned about fungi, while Nikaido Hiro seemed to be concerned about...

"Will it smell bad?"

It's foot odor.

She turned around, took off her shoes, lifted her leg, and leaned back, as if the girl wanted to give her foot to Hoshino Utsunomiya once again.

"I don't have sweaty feet, so they shouldn't smell, they definitely won't. Hoshino, smell them again. It might smell like the cell, it's definitely not my smell, my feet don't smell..."

The girl said this pitifully, pawing at her feet.

She is indeed pitiful. If she doesn't have smelly feet but is accused of having smelly feet, she will want to clarify and prove that she is being reasonable.

But Hoshino Utsunomiya felt like he was about to get poked in the face by the girl's feet several times...

They should be even more pitiful.

If he were more playful, he should take off his shoes now and engage in aerial fencing with Nikaido Hiro.

Using feet instead of hands, gesturing and pointing, the feet trace across the long, fair legs, pinching the rounded toes.

It was quite enjoyable.

If you ignore the fact that it's just the two of them here, if you ignore the ticking time bomb called "witch transformation" that could explode at any moment...

Hoshino Utsunomiya thought that this would indeed be quite enjoyable.

No?

Let go of your inhibitions with your lover, revert to your childlike heart, and play around.

Hiro would be happy to play with him.

Unfortunately, rather than excitedly fencing with Hiro, Hoshino Utsunomiya preferred to take a deep breath and gather his strength before making his move.

He grabbed Hiro's legs, holding each of the girl's legs with both hands.

After pressing her legs down, the girl's entire body was lying face down on the grass.

At this point, simply press your body onto her thighs and climb up a few steps.

This can quickly create an ambiguous position that leaves the girl unable to struggle or resist.

It can also hold down the hands and restrain the limbs.

Hoshino Utsunomiya was experienced in such actions.

Although the last time was an accident, we still had experience with it.

Why do this all of a sudden?

Besides not wanting to have feet poking their faces, there are many other reasons...

Well, there's no reason.

I just wanted to do it.

However, this time he didn't hold down the girl's hands; he simply placed his hands on the grass beside her ears.

He leaned slightly forward, casting a shadow over the person beneath him and blocking out the faint light.

Nikaido Hiro didn't struggle; once his thigh was grabbed, he lay down without resistance.

Her breathing immediately became much lighter, as if she was afraid that her heavy breathing would frighten the people in front of her.

The evening breeze through the flower field rustled softly through the unopened flower stems, mingling with the girl's deliberately suppressed breathing.

I would try to guess his intentions, speculate on his thoughts, and anticipate what he might be thinking.

then.

"...Hoshino." Looking at him with a mixture of evasiveness and desire, Nikaido Hiro asked softly, "You want to...?"

"relative......"

She seemed to want to ask for confirmation, but didn't dare to actually ask aloud. She only asked halfway through, looking obediently and nervously into Utsunomiya Hoshino's eyes...

He closed his eyes.

With her eyes tightly closed, her vision went black, but the image of his face seemed to linger before her eyes. The girl imagined and calculated in her mind what it would be like if he were to bend down, if he were to lower his head.

The speed at which he leans down, where he will be at this moment, and how many seconds it will take for his lips to fall.

These are all the things I care about.

As for why he suddenly made a move that seemed like he wanted to kiss her?

Nikaido Hiro didn't expect it.

However, after waiting for a long time and looking forward to it for a long time, I realized that I had been waiting for a long time.

The imagined warmth lingered, but it didn't materialize.

Unable to resist, I opened my eyes and looked at you pitifully.

...Don't you really want to kiss me?

That seems to be what they're saying.

"Hiro." However, the girl's expression didn't seem to charm Utsunomiya Hoshino; he simply called out calmly:

"Nikaido Hiro".

To address someone by their first name.

"Let's play a question-and-answer exchange game."

The tense atmosphere eased again as the words were spoken, and Nikaido Hiro's heart, which had been pounding, was put at ease once more.

"No need to exchange anything, I'll answer whatever Hoshino wants to ask." She couldn't help but smile.

"What does Hoshino want to ask?"

"Bust, waist, and hip measurements? The color under the skirt? Or perhaps...?"

She would answer any question Hoshino had, no matter how many.

but......

"It's better to exchange them; only by exchanging them will it seem like an equal exchange."

He seemed to be sticking to his own opinion.

"But I don't want to ask questions!" Nikaido Hiro blinked, revealing a slightly sly look.

"How about this, Hoshino can choose to kiss me."

She still wanted a kiss.

"A kiss solves one problem."

Utsunomiya Hoshino: "..."

He remained silent for a moment, his eyes simply fixed calmly on Hiro.

Feeling a little doubtful under his gaze, Hiro cautiously said:

"Is that too much? How about a kiss to make up for two questions? Or three? Four? Five?"

She kept trying to increase her bets while observing his reaction.

No matter how many questions she had, it was just a matter of talking to her, and the same was true for Hoshino Utsunomiya.

However, no matter how much she increased the stakes, Hoshino Utsunomiya's expression didn't seem to change.

He simply interrupted her when she tried to add more.

“One is enough, one kiss equals one, you said it.” He said softly, pausing slightly, “But if it’s a kiss, then I can’t ask any more questions.”