The Witch Trial Begins with the OO Buckethead Zombie

A hasty and hurried denial.

But her subconscious was telling her that this guy was really starting to like her.

The changes that can be felt in just two sentences of confession are terrifying.

Immediately following her denial came the third confession.

His words began to become somewhat flippant, and he seemed to be thoroughly enjoying the current atmosphere.

He gradually got into the zone.

The affection in her words became even more genuine.

The fourth sentence is the most terrifying.

Because of the confession in the fourth sentence, it took on a romantic connotation.

If someone says, "I think you're beautiful, I'm attracted to your face, I think you have a great figure, and I want to date you, I like you because of your body."

Na Baosheng Mag would reject this person with great disdain.

Everyone knows that physical attraction is one thing, but what everyone looks down on is also physical attraction.

There will be a sense of inferiority, as if your mind has been taken over by desire.

However, if we say that there is no physical attraction in the feelings of liking.

But it can also make people feel that the liking isn't genuine enough.

Do you really like me? Do you genuinely like me? If you like me, why aren't you interested in my body at all?

Such doubts are natural to arise.

Therefore, when Hoshino Utsunomiya made his extremely sincere confession, he began to develop feelings for the opposite sex.

Baosheng Mag finally couldn't take it anymore.

No, no, no.

That's not what love is like.

Love is not this kind of feeling that begins out of protectiveness, not this kind of selfless devotion, not this kind of saintly feeling, and not this kind of feeling that is tainted by the consciousness of the opposite sex.

Yes, yes, yes.

I know.

I know what love is like.

Love, oh love, love should be—

"Then prove it to me." Baosheng Mag finally chose to swallow his denial.

She began demanding proof from Hoshino Utsunomiya.

Words are enough; this inefficient, unconvincing verbal exchange is pointless.

It's time to end this.

Hosho Mag took a step forward, closing in on Utsunomiya Hoshino once again.

A step away, close enough for you to rest your head against his chest, head raised, eyes meeting.

Baosheng Mag spread his arms.

“Come and hit me,” she said.

'Violence'

Love is violence.

Punching, kicking, stomping, verbal abuse, hair-pulling, smashing...

I got beaten up, I got beaten up, I got beaten up.

He got beaten up, he got beaten up, he got beaten up.

Hurt, hurt, hurt.

If you were to ask what shape love takes...

Indeed, for Baosheng Mag, 'love' was the most primal, the very first thing she knew.

That's the shape.

violence.

He was being beaten while listening to "I love you".

She was being held in someone's arms while being ignored.

In the past, which I can no longer recall, all I remember is the image of my mother.

My mother wasn't a decent person.

Even so, she would still say things like "I love you" to Marg.

I must be loved, right?

That's what Baosheng Mag thought.

Even if her mother brought a strange man into the house one day, even if her mother stopped saying "I love you" to her one day.

so cold.

But as long as I think of my mother's embrace and her saying she loves me.

Baosheng Mag would then give up thinking.

But what is love?

Is it an embrace?

To be held in someone's arms, to have someone whisper "I love you" in your ear.

Does that mean I love you?

The only thing that puzzled Baosheng Mag was the definition of love.

With questions about love lingering in her mind, Baosheng Mag peered out from the cramped little room.

She saw it.

The mother, who no longer spoke of love to her, turned to the man and spoke words of love, saying "I love you" while being beaten.

The man responded to his mother's love.

Oh, is that so?

Violence is love.

The moment I understood love, the door to the small room opened.

Baosheng Mag was dragged out of the small room by his hair.

Punching, kicking, stomping, smashing...

She got it! She got it!

She received the love that should have been her mother's love from her.

That's why, when she turned to look at her mother, she saw that...

A disdainful look.

Cold, so cold.

It's so cold, so cold.

She actually wanted to call for help.

Save me, Mother, save me, Mom.

But if this is love.

I should feel happy.

This is what Baosheng Mag initially understood.

The appearance of love.

Chapter 175

So, if you want to prove something...

If Utsunomiya Hoshino loved her.

Simply saying it is not allowed is not enough; anyone can tell sweet lies.

But all that came were falling fists, slaps, and kicks.

This is violence that can make people feel pain.

That's true love.

Love me, love me, love me, love me if you love me.

They hit me.

Do it.

With red eyes, Baosheng Mag looked up at Utsunomiya Hoshino.

They maintained their composure in the slightest, stating their demands in a confrontational manner.

"..."

However, her request was indeed a bit... unusual in the eyes of others.

...Why prove you like it?

Should we fight?

I wanted to say something, but the atmosphere at the moment conveyed a feeling that they couldn't interrupt.

The girls held their breath in utter tension.

No one wanted to leave.