The Witch Trial Begins with the OO Buckethead Zombie

"Snapped--"

"Make it bigger!"

"—Smack!"

"Are you the maid or am I the maid?" Utsunomiya Hoshino glared at the girl, leaving a red mark on her pretty face after hitting her a little too hard. Seeing that Arisa Fujito seemed to be getting a little excited, he finally couldn't stand it and rolled his eyes at her.

He finally understood what Baosheng Mag meant.

Arisa's fetish is really something...

That's quite unique.

"Huff, huff, huff..." Arisa gasped for breath, and apologized heavily, "I'm so sorry!"

"I'll start now!"

The moment her waist lifted again, the girl saw the smile on Utsunomiya Hoshino's face.

He extended his hand.

"Come."

Then, a water-filled iron bucket appeared in his hands.

"As for the rags and mops, please tear off a piece of your clothes as punishment for disobeying."

He had a smile on his face.

Tearing clothes apart?

Looking at her clothes from left and right, Arisa Fujito regretfully realized that her cloak was perfect for being torn into rags.

It's impossible to achieve a situation where large sections of the thigh are exposed after tearing it off.

Unless, she deliberately tore the pant leg.

But will she?

...She will.

"Tear--"

With a loud thud, the rag fell into the hands of Arisa Wisteria.

The maid crawled down, wet the rag, and began her cleaning work.

"Clean it up a bit more."

"Get moving, get moving!"

"Do I have to whip you before you'll obey?"

Surprisingly, Hoshino Utsunomiya wasn't too uncomfortable when she tried using what might have been a bit too harsh, or perhaps not too harsh, words to drive the girl.

But I still couldn't help but laugh a little.

It seems like it's been a long time since I've said something like that.

It sounds like a joke, but the slaps are real and will actually land on the face of the girl who deliberately makes a mistake.

Crackling.

What are the duties of a maid?

Depending on the maid's duties, they should all be different.

What else will happen besides cleaning?

Well......

For a moment, all I could think of were some rather subtle things.

Hoshino Utsunomiya didn't really want to start playing that kind of game right away.

Unfortunately, the girl who seemed to be inexplicably becoming excited didn't think that way.

"Master, Master, let me help you change your clothes."

"Master, master, please raise your hand."

"Master, master, here too—"

There are quite a few hands-on and groping steps involved.

And every time he made a move, he would demand a slap.

It's getting increasingly perverted.

After having some fun with Arisa, Hoshino Utsunomiya felt it was time to get down to business.

Before they knew it, they had left the mansion and arrived at the lakeside.

It's snowing by the lake.

Snow fell only by the lake.

It's probably some kind of magic that remains here, just like Noah's studio, a shadow left over from the past.

This isn't the first time I've encountered this; I occasionally run into situations like this while dating other girls.

It's still pretty.

Hoshino Utsunomiya watched the falling snowflakes and casually asked:

"Speaking of which, does Arisa like me?"

"Hmm?...Yes, I like you." The girl, who should have been shy, surprisingly nodded naturally, admitting her feelings: "And Hoshino should like me too, right?"

She wasn't as oblivious as I'd imagined, nor was she unable to sense his good intentions.

It's okay if we like each other, and it doesn't matter if things go faster.

If you take his willingness to play this role-playing game with you as a sign of his kindness, that's fine too.

But Arisa Fujito still prefers to think that he actually fell in love with her.

There's nothing wrong with it.

Anyway, I liked him from the start.

"Actually, I've always liked Hoshino." After fooling around for a while, Arisa Fujito quietly wanted to confess: "Because, if it were Hoshino, he would definitely be able to accept someone like me, right?"

Arisa Fujito has always longed for someone who could accept someone like her.

She longs to be treated gently, but if she were actually treated gently, she would easily waver, afraid of being overwhelmed by endless gentleness and becoming an excessive person.

Ultimately, the girl was somewhat insecure about herself and felt unworthy of excessive kindness.

"What kind of person does Arisa see herself as?"

Arisa Wisteria squatted down, hugged her knees, and looked at the lake.

What kind of person am I?

If I were to answer this question, it would probably be a very long answer.

In conclusion...

“I was a disobedient, bad child,” she said.

Arisa Wisteria couldn't help but start looking back at the past.

Born into a wealthy family, with parents who deeply love them.

'All affirmative'

Using such words to describe it is definitely the most appropriate.

She has two absolutely positive parents.

Arisa is great, Arisa is amazing, Arisa is incredible.

The more her parents praised, complimented, and encouraged her, the better.

The more intense Arisa's inferiority complex became, the more peculiar it became.

I'm not as good as you all say. I'm not such a great kid.

I want to cause trouble, I want to be scolded, I want to do bad things.

Breaking glasses, messing up the room, even—

Hey, hey, hey... Hey!

Evil children need to be criticized.

People need affirmation, but they also need negation.

The result of complete affirmation is that all affirmation seems so false, all recognition sounds so perfunctory, and all love feels so ambiguous.

Arisa Fujito, who is forgiven no matter what she does, sets herself on fire one day.

The raging fire destroyed the house, and rescuers pulled her out of the flames.

I'm bound to get scolded, right? I'm sure I'll be criticized, right?

He scolded me, hit me, and then hugged me while crying.

That's more like it...

Why do you treat my mistakes as accidents?

I can't stay in this house anymore.

I want to become a delinquent.

He aspired to become a delinquent not long ago.

She woke up in the mansion's prison cell.

"So, knowing how wicked I am, can Hoshino still fall in love with me?"

Turning her head, Arisa Fujito suddenly asked this question.

"You should know the answer." Hoshino Utsunomiya looked at her pretty face, where the marks from the slap had long since faded and her fair complexion had returned easily, and couldn't help but sigh at how healthy some people are.

They can hit you like that without leaving a trace.