The Witch Trial Begins with the OO Buckethead Zombie

On the ice, Meruru used all her strength to hug him from behind.

“Hoshino said that Hoshino likes me.” Her eyes were still a little blurry, after all, she had been crying for a long time, and her eyes were slightly red and swollen. “But if Hoshino really likes me, wouldn’t he want to prove his feelings?”

What are the signs of liking someone?

It's the feeling of closeness, the tactile attachment, the intoxicating atmosphere.

One-sided help and one-sided happiness are absolutely unacceptable.

But what should we do? What's the best course of action?

On the ice, Meruru had found the answer.

"—I'll help Hoshino."

It's just a matter of lending a hand.

She reached out her hand.

Soft, warm, sticky little hands, damp with sweat and tears, reach down.

The desired location that needed to be filled was not found.

On the contrary, it seemed as if they had grasped something.

Something hotter and more scalding.

"...Huh?"

On ice, Meruru learned for the first time what it meant to be...

'Gender differences'

......

handwashing.

It wasn't very dirty, but it was a bit sticky, had a strong odor, and felt a bit stuffy.

You still need to wash your hands.

Wash your hands, change your clothes, and pull the dirty sheets and pillows out of the cell.

This is something that should be done.

Hoshino Utsunomiya originally intended to wash and dry the clothes.

But Meru on the ice tugged at his sleeve, shook her head, opened the map in the Witch's Compendium, and pointed to the incinerator.

Burn it directly.

Not only clothes, but also bed sheets and pillows can be changed as needed.

So he simply took them to the incinerator.

Of course, before being thrown into the incinerator.

He needs to tell Hannah.

After all, the direct reason he entered Meruru's room was to confirm with Hannah whether the method of changing room numbers was a violation of regulations.

Although he unexpectedly saw Meruru, or rather, another side of her, he did not forget his original purpose as the fireworks went out.

He still remembers.

After simply washing her hands with water from a bucket, without going to the shower to change her clothes, Hoshino Utsunomiya walked towards Hannah Tono's original room.

"..."

Just as they were about to knock on the door, it opened on its own.

Ze Du Ke Ke's figure appeared from behind the door.

Her expression seemed much calmer, and unusually, she wasn't as world-weary as she usually was.

No one was watching where they were going and bumped into Hoshino Utsunomiya. She stopped just before her head hit the ground.

His brows furrowed suddenly.

She raised her head, stared intently at Hoshino Utsunomiya for a moment, then silently brushed past him and walked outside.

"Coco?" Hoshino Utsunomiya was a little surprised; he had intended to greet her.

But for some reason, when she heard him call her name, Ze Du Ke Ke seemed to walk a little faster.

Without much thought, Hoshino Utsunomiya walked into the cell.

"Hannah." He called out Hannah Tono's name: "I'm fine. As long as the number plate is replaced, there shouldn't be any problems."

"Just as you thought, the guards probably used the cell number plates as a reference to confirm cell assignments."

He thought Tono Hanna would nod and say she understood, then smile and say that was great, and then casually say something like what Tono Hanna would say, and chat with him about random things.

But she didn't.

She simply sat on the lower bunk, raised her head from its lower position, and gripped and then loosened the sheet beside her.

Then, she raised her flushed, pretty face.

"Does Hoshino really like Meruru's body?"

She asked.

Chapter 154 Starting as Friends

A prison cell is, after all, a prison cell.

The door has an electronic lock, the fence is made of iron, and the walls have a certain thickness.

But it's never completely soundproof.

A soft whisper will be muffled, and a soft murmur will be inaudible.

But what if someone can't suppress their voice?

At least the nearby, close-up rooms.

It is possible to hear it by tilting your ear.

Especially since Meruru's room on the ice is right next to Coco and Hannah's room.

Try a little harder, with a touch of curiosity, and press your ear against the wall, getting closer to the sound source.

You should be able to hear short and detailed information.

sound.

The sound of water.

A hissing sound.

There was also a fairly loud sound, the sound of something being pulled out from a relatively airtight container.

"Boom."

echo.

The sound will spread outwards, and in the form of vibrations, it will travel through the walls to the other side.

Even a sound coming through a layer of gauze would be softer.

Not to mention the walls.

The sound will be much softer, much more muffled, and will have an echo-like, resonant quality.

But perhaps it is this echoing feeling that makes you feel when you're eavesdropping with your ear pressed against the wall.

It will give you a stereo sound effect.

With your eyes closed, you can perceive the feeling a sound evokes.

Start imagining.

It was inspired by a shoujo manga I picked up.

A delicate atmosphere, a peach-colored filter, and on the ice, Meruru raises her hand to cover her pretty face.

He pressed down on her, he leaned over her.

Huff, huff.

Breath patted against his neck, whispering those unspeakable lines in his ear.

'Can't wait? You little glutton~'

'You're so excited, is it because of me?'

"Tell me, what do you think would happen if I went in right now?"

No such voice has been heard.

All that could be heard was a very low, muffled groan, a low hum.

But that's just how imagination works.

As for whether this is a shoujo manga...

Hannah Tono thought this was...

Imagination is something that requires a lot of empathy.

Easy to empathize with, easy to understand, easy to...

Substitute.

In a fantasy scene, there needs to be a main perspective, a single shot.

Some people see themselves as spectators, while others try to put themselves in the shoes of the protagonist.

Unsurprisingly, Hannah Tono enjoys identifying with the protagonist.

It was just like how she imagined herself to be a rich heiress.

and so.

Hannah Tono, who should have been the incompetent wife, was forced to helplessly listen to decadent music due to her confinement, shedding helpless tears in the pain of betrayal and loss.

By accident.