The Witch Trial Begins with the OO Buckethead Zombie

"May I?"

Nikaido Hiro didn't understand why he said that.

However, she understood the attitude of Utsunomiya Hoshino in agreeing.

So she responded:

"Ah."

can.

She wants a kiss right now.

I wanted a kiss in the morning, but an apologetic kiss wouldn't be appropriate.

At noon, I want a kiss, but holding hands will do instead.

I want a kiss after noon, can a hug help relieve that?

Right now, she still wants a kiss.

Then there's no need for a question.

So, Nikaido Hiro, who had been staring at him with wide, tense eyes, closed them again.

"..."

Looking at the girl with her eyes closed, Hoshino Utsunomiya sighed silently.

Then, action was taken.

"..."

The quiet sounds, the silent atmosphere, and the gradually expanding senses allowed me to perceive every minute detail.

Nikaido Hiro felt he could already sense him bending down.

Her legs, which were pinned down, could feel his movements, and the hand pressing down on her ear twitched slightly, making a sound.

A feeling that cannot be simulated by imagination alone was posted here.

Breathe.

He is breathing.

She couldn't breathe.

Her heart raced, and her neck and face flushed red.

I want to open my eyes and see him.

So she secretly opened her eyes.

She wanted to reach out and hug his neck.

So she secretly raised her hand.

Finally, finally.

What I want to extend is...

He didn't extend it.

Time seemed both long and short; he made a move to withdraw.

Nikaido Hiro was reluctant to leave.

She wanted to say, "Let's do it again."

But before she could utter a sound, before she could get closer, before she could savor the sensation on her lips.

Hoshino Utsunomiya had already pulled away from her embrace, no longer pressing down on her legs, and crawled to his feet.

He raised his sleeve and gently wiped his lips.

...Huh?

A very bad premonition rose in Nikaido Hiro's heart.

next moment.

Her premonition came true.

"We've kissed, can I ask questions now?"

Before Nikaido Hiro could answer, Utsunomiya Hoshino turned to the side and asked the question.

"What do you want from me, witch?"

Chapter 135 I guess the witch might like Hoshino

This is something that Hoshino Utsunomiya has always found puzzling.

Who are you? What do you want by pestering me like this?

What exactly do you want from me?

You hate me? You want to see me suffer a fate worse than death, you want to see me struggle in agony?

Do you like me? Do you want me? Do you want to date me? Do you want to spend the rest of your life with me?

You neither hate nor like me; you just grabbed me randomly so you could keep toying with me and watch me stare blankly.

Whatever it is, it's terrible.

What's the reason for hating me? Do you just dislike me? Or is it displaced anger? If you hate me, why not just arrest me and torture me repeatedly? Why go through all this trouble to beat around the bush?

You like me? Are you serious? Would someone who likes another person really choose to kidnap that person, lock them up in a place with a bunch of beautiful girls, and then choose to pretend to be one of them and hide inside?

What is this person trying to do? Does he think that the person he likes will also like him back, that it's destiny, that he's been chosen at first sight by fate, and that he'll start dating other women?

...I doubt anyone would actually think that way.

Although Hoshino Utsunomiya found the witch's actions already incomprehensible, her logic was still too mysterious.

He didn't believe that witches could be so mysterious.

Considering the witch's unexpected obsession with impersonating others, Hoshino Utsunomiya suspects that the witch may have some unspeakable secret and wants to prove or gain something by repeatedly borrowing other people's identities.

But no matter what, what she wanted was definitely not his love.

His love is worthless.

worthless.

"...Huh?"

Her hands, which had been wrapped around her neck, lost their support, and the girl's body fell without any support. She lay on the lawn, the roots of the weeds tangling in her long hair, slightly tickling her body.

She was almost frozen in place, looking at Hoshino Utsunomiya and listening to what he had said.

My thinking has stalled.

Hoshino, what is Hoshino saying?

He asked me a question.

It was the condition for that kiss.

Oh, Hoshino just kissed me.

My first kiss.

A memorable and unforgettable first kiss, with a wonderful atmosphere.

He was pressing down on my legs, his hands were on either side of me, and he leaned down.

The wind blew, the grass swayed, and he kissed me.

And then, and then.

The kiss ended.

Having already paid the exchange terms, he began asking questions.

—He called me a witch.

Witch witch witch witch——

The word I hate the most, the two characters I despise the most, the phrases I dislike the most.

That's what he said.

No, no, no, no, no, no—

"No, I, I'm not, Hoshino, I'm not, I'm not a witch..." She scrambled to her feet in a panic, but before she could stand up, Nikaido Hiro was still kneeling on the ground, crawling forward on her hands and knees, uttering incoherent words.

"Why would you say such malicious things? Why would you call me a witch? I am Hero, I am Hero, your girlfriend, your lover, the one you love."

She didn't have time to get up, she just hugged Utsunomiya Hoshino's leg.

Squirming.

Aside from having Hero's face, no matter which angle you look at it from...

This is not Nikaido Hiro.

...He already knew.

Hoshino Utsunomiya knew about it from the morning.

Nikaido Hiro is a witch in disguise.

The initial sense of unease is one thing, but the clues revealed in the subsequent conversations are another.

The intense sense of error in his very first words upon meeting him actually gave him the answer, and Hiro's emotionless joke about Emma's death only amplified that error.

Would Heero say that Emma is dead?

meeting.

But not either.

At least not when he might actually believe it.

When confronted with his questions, she would complain, express dissatisfaction, and emphasize her relationship with him.

Then came the kiss.