The Witch Trial Begins with the OO Buckethead Zombie

Dragging your feet, dawdling.

fast forward!

That's what she's always thought.

But now she realizes that she may have been wrong.

How come being treated like this is somehow endearing?!

The next moment, her pretty face flushed red, the hand that was gripping her upper body seemed to lift her up again.

hold high.

A thin, petite, and somewhat delicate body.

She was pulled into his arms.

"Alright," he said in my ear.

My heart is beating too fast.

The heartbeat that can be heard and felt.

For Natsume Anan, this is indeed a phase that is too stimulating.

It's more accurate to say that she hadn't fainted because she really wanted to.

Holding her in someone's arms, the contact surfaces were more directly close because her skirt had been removed. The refreshing feeling and warm temperature intertwined, making the girl feel slightly sleepy as her emotions gradually calmed down.

"What the heck..."

Natsume Anan couldn't help but mutter.

It's not our fault that my heart is beating too fast.

It's all your fault.

They don't listen to us.

It's not that we haven't noticed that while Utsunomiya Hoshino seems to be obedient, he's actually not really that obedient.

Because I was very happy, I didn't feel particularly angry.

If we were a little more willful, we could probably urge him to finish.

But Natsume Anan didn't want to do that anymore.

I feel quite content with my current happiness.

However, I still want to do it.

Well......

Let's hug for a little longer.

I'm a little tired.

"Goodnight," he whispered in my ear, pulling the pure white sheet over me.

Cover yourself with it.

After making a scene, the girl got tired.

I played with her for a while, then stayed with her until she slept a little longer.

From the very beginning, he could tell that Natsume Anan simply wanted to cause trouble.

They're throwing a tantrum, craving more attention, and wanting some fresh experiences and feelings.

So he gladly chose to cooperate.

It was quite obvious, however, that the girl's physical abilities were still too weak.

After a few moments of commotion, fatigue set in.

...Perhaps it was because magic was used?

Not sure.

But in short...

"Shh-"

He raised his index finger at Saeki Miria, who had just opened the door, gesturing for her to be quiet.

“She’s asleep,” he said.

The infirmary, white sheets, bodies intertwined, embracing, the girl's smooth shoulders, and her long dress reaching the floor.

Saeki Miria's pretty face flushed red instantly, but after seeing who was in his arms, she hesitated to speak.

She pursed her lips and left the infirmary.

Then she clenched her fist.

I can't take it anymore.

"..."

The infirmary fell silent once again.

Until Natsume Anan opened her eyes again.

"Mmm..." A drowsy voice, a comfortable embrace, and eyes opened.

correct.

We fell asleep.

In the end, nothing was done.

I was content with being treated like that and went to sleep.

Does this mean that we are actually very easy to satisfy?

Natsume Anan couldn't help but start to doubt herself.

She always felt that she was an absolutely insatiable person.

She is someone who always demands from others, greedily and insatiably demanding, and will ultimately destroy the happiness that is within her grasp.

So, filled with self-reproach, sadness, and resistance, she shut her mouth and picked up a pen and paper.

If you don't talk, you won't make mistakes.

If you don't speak up, it won't be destroyed.

If there were no magic—

"Awake?" Hoshino Utsunomiya's voice rang in my ears. "Want me to touch you again?"

He asked the girl this question.

“…” Natsume Anan looked at him, just staring at him like that.

I still like it.

“Yes,” she said.

"Make up for it."

She made this request, and then snuggled into his arms again.

Touch me.

“Talk to me.”

"You've fallen for me."

She was stating the requirement that no magical effects be applied.

"Okay." He would nod.

Natsume Anan's figure is actually quite poor.

There's no way to compare.

Irregular schedules, staying at home, and poor nutrition.

The only advantage it has is its petite size, which it excels at.

If you pinch her little bottom, you can easily feel that there's not much flesh on it.

It won't make a loud noise when it hits.

I rubbed my tummy; it's soft and squishy, ​​but it's definitely too small.

The frame is also quite slender; looking up and out, when you touch the upper arm and forearm, there is a delicate, water-like beauty.

I want to pinch your cheeks.

The feeling of seeing that usually slightly gloomy face smiling in my arms.

I will like it.

Hoshino Utsunomiya was not lying.

He was already trying hard to fall in love with Natsume Anan.

Natsume Anan is the kind of girl that people would like.

Isn't it cute?

Holding her in my arms, she acts coquettishly, a little willful.

They're all adorable.

If you were to gently touch her collarbone and neck, and lightly brush her long hair aside...

I'd find her even cuter.

He heard her voice, which was rare for her, and saw how she wanted to be willful but eventually became obedient and docile, hugging him.

You can't help but like it.

What you like, what you're curious about, what you care about.

"An'an's magic is—"