The Witch Trial Begins with the OO Buckethead Zombie

Sipping tea, flipping through books, and waiting for the next batch of prospective witches to arrive.

But now that the ceremony has begun, she needs to play the role of a girl who was also accidentally dragged into this situation.

He did not actively seek out escape methods, nor did he overtly demonstrate his familiarity with the mansion.

Logically, she should have been more sociable, gotten closer to some of the girls, built relationships with them, followed them, and then subtly guided and hinted at them, catalyzing their emotions and intensifying their witch-like transformation.

In order to find traces of the Great Witch among them who have been transformed into witches.

but......

No, it's not necessary now.

The Great Witch is right here.

She has no reason or need to turn anyone into a witch.

Melulu on Ice would never have wanted to see this happen; hurting others would have made her feel guilty.

I can finally breathe a sigh of relief.

But when I finally breathed a sigh of relief, I was a little unsure of what to do next.

If it weren't for Hoshino Utsunomiya's approach and closeness, Meluru Hikami felt she would definitely be quite lost.

But then, Hoshino arrived.

The Great Witch insisted on bringing it back.

He came up to me and confessed that he liked me.

This may have been the Great Witch's original intention.

Although the Great Witch didn't say anything, it seemed like Meluru on Ice knew what she had to do.

only......

She knew it, but she was still being a bit too sensitive.

Why is this? A poke will bring tears, a touch will make you cry out, it's hard to resist, and it's easy to become addicted.

This is her weakness, preventing her from getting close to Hoshino Utsunomiya for long periods of time, and also preventing her from enjoying things called 'love' in accordance with the Great Witch's wishes.

It's very regrettable.

Well...

Well, I think it's based on something I heard from somewhere.

It's 'cooled down'.

Overload, overheating, cooling.

The forced cooling-off period after his boundaries were crossed meant that she could only spend an hour or two with him each day.

But actually...

Well, the cooling-off time doesn't necessarily have to be as long as 24 hours.

When it's cooling down, it's not entirely cooling down.

"Huff, huff, huff, huff..."

Clamped between her fingers, her body wriggled, and Meruru breathed softly on the ice.

There are seven cells in the prison.

The bunk beds can accommodate 14 girls.

Because she is the mastermind behind everything, Meruru on Ice can arrange everyone's accommodations in a reasonable way.

As long as the number of people is not even, she can always find a room to stay in by herself.

The prison rules already force girls to spend a total of twelve hours in solitary confinement in their cells, so almost no girl would want to stay in her cell during her free time.

Even if you are sick or injured, it is better to lie in the infirmary than to lie in a prison cell.

From the moment the lock was opened, no one wanted to go back to their cell.

At least that's what Meruru's experience on the ice has always told her.

There's not much to worry about regarding privacy. Although it resembles a dormitory, it's ultimately a prison cell, not a dormitory.

If you do something small, no one will know.

Therefore, after finishing today's touch time, Ice Meluru took a short break, quickly finished her porridge, and went down to the underground passage.

Then I saw Hanna Tono lying on the ground.

Honestly, how could you be so careless?

Worry quickly overshadowed the original plan, and the healing magic was soon cast.

The lingering thoughts in my mind dissipated for a moment.

Back in her cell, she didn't do anything special; she was just still thinking about the question she'd just asked.

That question, that answer, that reply.

The midday lockdown.

The afternoon arrived.

Hearing the footsteps of most people outside seemingly leaving, Meruru on the ice felt a little...

Can't help it.

I just remembered.

I just remembered something.

A feverish body needs time to cool down, but sometimes a long time may not be enough to cool down the body.

It makes you want to do something.

I didn't touch her, I just wanted to lie on the bed and rub against her gently.

She wouldn't touch her own skirt.

On the ice, Meruru simply clipped the pillow between her fingers.

This wasn't the first time she'd found that this could relieve some of the heat.

However, the frequent urge to feel hot and aroused, followed by a natural feeling of dependence after cooling down, makes it necessary to try to find ways to alleviate the sensation.

It only appeared recently, or more precisely, today.

It's fine.

It was just a quick brush.

Wait until tomorrow. When tomorrow comes, let Hoshino touch it again, and it will cool down again.

An unprovoked fire, a parched thirst.

Melulu on Ice knows why.

I can't love you enough.

What I lacked, what I never expected, I saw in the last two days, and it feels like I've experienced it before.

They begin to realize the kind of affection they need.

That's not enough.

I wanted to call out his name.

He squinted slightly, blurring his vision, and softly called his name.

There are no illusions.

My already hazy, misty vision followed the body as it tossed and turned on the bed.

Before I knew it, my blurred vision seemed to catch a glimpse of a familiar figure.

Utsunomiya Hoshino.

Am I daydreaming?

Meruru on the ice was a little dazed.

In a daze, in a moment of blankness, and then suddenly snapping back to reality.

The mist in front of her eyes was instantly swept away by a series of blinks, and she could see clearly.

Hoshino Utsunomiya stood at the door.

"Did I disturb you?" That was all he asked.

The pillow was thrown away and kicked aside, and Meruru on the ice scrambled to her feet in a panic.

"What are you disturbing by hitting me?" she said incoherently.

Melulu on the ice didn't know why she was hiding it.

Is it because of shame?

But if it's just about expressing your feelings for him, what's there to be ashamed of, and why should you hide it?

"It's nothing," Hoshino Utsunomiya said, not revealing anything.

He was just a little surprised.

Meruru on the ice is very sensitive, not in an emotional way.

He could sense it.

The hand movements, the skin being touched, the feedback sensation.

This is also why he quickly realized that his affection for Melulu on Ice was constantly increasing.

It's hard not to be tempted.

A poke will bring tears to her eyes; a touch, a change in the rhythm of the touch, touching a place that wasn't previously touched, will elicit a reaction from the girl.

Responding to every sentence in a chat is something that naturally makes people feel good.

Not to mention touching it.