The Witch Trial Begins with the OO Buckethead Zombie

Why do I insist on doing it myself?

The reason I got angry was because he didn't touch me at all.

Although she didn't actually care about it at all, she was just using it as an excuse.

But isn't this perfect now?

"I want you to take the initiative more."

Without hesitation, the girl said this.

"it is good."

As soon as he finished speaking, his large hand pushed her up, and the girl fell to the ground. Utsunomiya Hoshino switched from defense to offense and grabbed her upper body.

It's a bit like the action you would do when lifting someone up. You grab your waist with both hands and lift them up, but if you only grab the waist, you won't be able to hold on steady. So, as a second-best option, you put your hands up and under your armpits, so that they land perfectly on both sides of your chest.

But unlike before, Natsume Anan lay down.

The direction of the burning sensation shifted, and a warm, large hand landed on my body for the first time.

Immediately afterwards, the girl's small, insecure features were covered up.

My heart was pounding.

wrong.

No, no, no.

The sensation of touch, heat, friction, and the feeling of lying in bed, looking up at his face, and feeling the shadow cast by his body.

good......

special.

This is somewhat mind-blowing.

Natsume Anan always felt that foreplay was unimportant.

All that whispering and cuddling, all that sweet talk, all that dancing and gesturing.

It's all just wasted time deliberately added to prolong the time and make it drag on.

Dragging your feet, dawdling.

Fast forward to the back massage!

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.

He lifted her up by the waist, then put her back on his body, and finally wrapped his arms around her from behind, holding her tightly.

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.