The Witch Trial Begins with the OO Buckethead Zombie

What's the difference?

She sat on Utsunomiya Hoshino, pressing him down, sitting on top of him, letting her long skirt cover her waist, and letting the white cloth weigh down the spear.

The burning heat made Natsume An'an feel dizzy.

This is different.

"Huff, huff, huff..."

Natsume Anan was panting.

His breathing was heavy and labored, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

Her small hand pressed against his chest, which he could not resist, her lips slightly parted.

Can this be the same?

His trembling hand slid down and grabbed the belt.

I wanted to tear it open, to pull it out, but it was like it was stuck, and I couldn't pull it out no matter what I did.

Annoyed and dissatisfied, the girl spoke again.

"Strip us naked!"

There's nothing wrong with that; I'll be happy, and he'll be happy too.

No one will be hurt.

There's nothing wrong with that.

Natsume Anan was an extremely eccentric child.

I want it, but I don't want it either.

I don't want it, but I do want it.

Does she not know if it's good or bad? Does she not know if it's right or wrong?

Perhaps she didn't know when she was little, but now she should know everything.

Even so, there's a reason to want to find out, something you definitely want to get.

This will prompt her to speak again.

This feeling is truly intoxicating.

The hotter it is, the more you try to resist it, and then the tingling sensation will tug at the strings in your mind.

She will regret it.

She will definitely regret it.

But things have progressed to this point, and she has already spoken up.

You don't get what you want.

She just won't stop.

The things you did wrong, the words of apology, and feelings of remorse.

We'll deal with that later.

Now, take it off yourself!

Utsunomiya Hoshino: "..."

The voice is magical and seems to control other people's bodies.

But it also felt a little familiar.

There are some impressions that haven't been completely erased that want to come back.

But as expected, it's still different.

Natsume Anan is Natsume Anan.

A lazy, gloomy, lecherous brat who wants everything and wants to do everything.

It seemed there would have been a label of "little mute" stuck on his head.

But now, that label has been torn off too.

Natsume Anan is not mute; she can speak.

This unexpected turn of events didn't surprise Hoshino Utsunomiya too much.

There was a feeling that he should have known all along.

Why would someone who is not mute remain silent and always writes with pen and paper?

It can't be because they think it's cool, right?

The reasons that naturally come to mind.

That's 'the power of words'.

He had misunderstood someone once, but this time it was clearly not a misunderstanding.

Even if Natsume Anan's magic isn't word magic, it's something similar.

His words possessed a magical, manipulative power.

But it doesn't make itself lose its personal will; it just seems to want to control its own body.

It is possible to resist this magic.

You can also succumb to this magic.

What else can be done is...

"【hurry up】!"

Hoshino Utsunomiya's large hand finally moved in response to Natsume An'an's words.

The girl thought things were going in the direction she wanted.

Those inconvenient obstacles—the belts that couldn't be untied and the trousers that couldn't be taken off—are finally going to be removed.

Unexpectedly, Hoshino Utsunomiya's hand did not reach down to her belt, but instead grabbed her skirt.

Pull it upwards.

"—Hmm?!"

The sound was muffled by the skirt, which was pulled up completely, and the small hands were also pulled up by the large hands under the skirt, and were stripped naked along with it.

ha? !

The crisp air swirled around, instantly cooling the sweat that would normally be seeping from the girl's body.

"Ha!" The moment her dress was completely removed, Natsume An'an, who was seeing the light of day again, couldn't help but exhale: "I told you to take it off yourself, not to take off my clothes!"

Don't misunderstand what we mean!

Yes, words do have the power to manipulate others.

However, language is a form of communication that can be understood differently by different people in different situations.

What else can Hoshino Utsunomiya do?

It's about misinterpreting a young girl's words.

"Isn't that so?"

"no!"

Despite shouting loudly, Natsume An'an started panting again.

I don't have enough strength.

Given her already frail health, the fact that she has managed to do this much is quite remarkable.

Logically speaking, she should rest for a while.

Taking a break does help her recover, but the dissatisfaction and lack of fulfillment still urge her to do more.

More importantly, if we rest any longer, the magic's temporary effects will fade.

Use only once.

Just this once.

Deep down, I know this is wrong, but I just want Natsume An'an, and I try to convince myself of it.

Add some restrictions and more conditions.

Therefore, she did not rest.

But asking her to do anything more would be too much to ask.

What should I do?

As she was thinking this, the man in front of her asked her another question.

"Then what do you want?"

what do you want?

It's very simple.

Remove that obstacle, take off what's in the way.

Then, she can be happy and proactive.

Sit down.

How can anyone sit still if there are things on the chair?

Natsume An'an, who subconsciously wanted to answer, shifted her hips slightly and rubbed them together gently.

The feeling of being high is coming back.

Oh, right.

Something that suddenly came to mind, a thought that suddenly became clear.

Who said you have to come by yourself?