The Witch Trial Begins with the OO Buckethead Zombie

Colors are shaped in an instant.

"—"

Arisa's eyes gradually widened.

The moment Noah Kinosaki put down her pen, she completely forgot about the couple in the courtyard.

I don't care about things between men and women, we don't know each other, it's irrelevant.

Ultimately, there are plenty of men and women out there who revel in each other's animalistic instincts, so there's no need to pay any attention to them.

As expected, we still have to look at Balloon Teacher's paintings.

This is what art is all about!

The exclamation abruptly ended.

It's not because Noah Kinosaki stopped drawing, nor is it because Noah Kinosaki's drawings are bad.

In fact, Noah Kinosaki's paintbrush is very skillful.

Noah Kinosaki is very colorful.

Noah Kinosaki's composition is perfect.

Noah Kinosaki's human body is very realistic.

The proportions, perspective, composition—everything is perfect.

There's just one downside.

...It looks like she's drawing erotic pictures.

This was something that Arisa Fujito realized belatedly.

The background is the atrium.

Yes, it was that glimpse she just caught—the view of the courtyard from the balcony.

A pool, vines, and the sky.

A semi-open-air atrium.

The lines guide the eye, leading it to the main subject against a rapidly forming background.

That is, the focal shot of the two main figures in the painting.

You can see two people.

Hoshino Utsunomiya, Meruru on Ice.

Hoshino Utsunomiya is closer to the camera, but Meruru Ice is not much different in distance.

Although Arisa Wisteria really liked Noah Kinosaki's paintings, her professional skills were not actually very high, and she felt that she would have difficulty describing the painting in detail.

However, if we only consider the pose in the center of the image right now...

She might still be able to describe it.

Let's start with Meruru Ice Ride.

She was standing in front of the pool, one leg on the ground and the other raised high, clearly struggling to maintain her balance. The only reason she was balanced was because her hands were still wrapped around someone's neck.

Next up is Hoshino Utsunomiya.

He had his arms wrapped around her neck, his hands stretched out one above the other, his right hand sliding down on Meruru's left leg on the ice. From the angle where her body wasn't completely covered, one could see a bit of movement. His right hand then lifted her right leg up sharply from the top of her thigh.

It cannot be seen from the front.

It seems that a corner of the fabric can be seen, with a slightly silky texture and a hint of white, which is in line with the pure nun's attire, but at the same time carries a subtle sense of allure.

The right leg was bent, and the white sneakers that had slipped off slightly were pressed into the skin by the hand, leaving indentations.

...Is this a pornographic image?

Arisa Wisteria was a little unsure.

The pose was ambiguous, the expression even more so, but nothing was revealed.

It's actually quite artistic.

If it weren't for the fact that the painting depicted those two people, even if it contained only slight hints, Arisa Fujito felt she would have enjoyed appreciating it immensely.

But the painting depicts the two people she had just seen.

Rather than appreciating the painting itself, Arisa Wisteria had a stronger urge to peer inside and confirm it.

She could clearly see that Noah Kinosaki wasn't peeking or spying at them. In the quiet of the place, all she could hear was them seemingly discussing what kind of people they liked.

Then someone confessed their feelings, saying that the person they liked was someone else, in an extremely affectionate way.

It doesn't sound like something serious at all.

Who would fall in love with someone and want to confess their feelings on their first day in prison?

Hoshino Utsunomiya wouldn't actually pick up Meruru on the ice and do that right there, would he?!

Is it really that intense?!

Thump thump, Arisa Wisteria could hear her own heart pounding.

She hesitated for a moment, but couldn't help taking a sudden step closer to look down.

She glimpsed it for a moment, then withdrew.

Then, she began to recall the scenes between the two of them.

It's different from the one in the painting.

There was no feeling of desire igniting on the spot.

But it's not bad either.

Some people's hands had already been grabbed and pulled under their skirts.

Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, oh my god—

Is this even possible?

Logically speaking, Arisa Fujito should feel a strong aversion and resentment towards these two people now, since such instinctive individuals are one of the types she hates the most.

But now, her pretty face was flushed, and she squatted back behind Noah Kinosaki, watching him continue to refine the painting.

Art itself is neither good nor bad, and there is no need to consider any moral or ethical implications.

Famous artworks often feature full-figure paintings.

Strong suggestion is part of art, even if there is direct negative contact in the painting.

Yes, this is art.

She was simply appreciating the art.

As for the prototype or anything like that, it has nothing to do with her!

Arisa Wisteria made up a random excuse to convince herself.

That's right, she just came to see the paintings.

Even if they're having impure relationships over there, doing all sorts of things.

What does that have to do with her?

She won't do it.

only......

For some reason, I started to drift off from the painting, which I could have focused on, and began to imagine different scenes.

The hands will become rougher, the movements will become anything but gentle, and the expression will be one of utter disgust...

Aim at yourself.

Arisa Wisteria shook her head sharply, banishing the distracting thoughts.

However, the remaining images are difficult to completely erase.

Oh... there's something I forgot to mention.

In fact, Arisa Fujito had always hoped that she could be treated roughly.

Beneath the fierce delinquent girl's exterior lies a heart full of malice.

It is a punishment.

......

"Hmm..."

Noah Kinosaki is drawing.

Noah Kinosaki wasn't drawing.

The hand is moving, the pen is moving, lines are being drawn, and colors are being filled in.

But this is not painting.

To everyone else, it just looked like drawing.

Yes, she's drawing.

What to draw?

Let your hands do their work, let the colors flow freely.

And so, an unexpected painting was created on the paper.

Oh, it's mating.

A subtle, slightly uncomfortable feeling settled over the painting that seemed to be nearing completion.

The winding lines span both ends of the page.

Noah Kinosaki tore it off and then crumpled it into a ball.

Discard it.

She should draw again.