The Witch Trial Begins with the OO Buckethead Zombie

Go on a date with Milia.

Compared to some girls with psychological trauma, Milia certainly fits the definition of a youthful and vibrant beautiful girl better.

More youthful, more vibrant, more fashionable?

A light, natural makeup look graced her face, and the fresh scent of perfume wafted into her nostrils with each step. The hand she held felt smooth and supple.

The slight sweat on her palms betrayed her nervousness.

Fortunately, as they opened up and changed clothes, the atmosphere created by their swapping outfits quickly put them in the mood for a date.

"nice."

"It suits you perfectly."

"It's more beautiful than I imagined."

"You two are a perfect match."

"This one is nice."

Hoshino Utsunomiya wasn't good at praising people. Although the girl would change into clothes that amazed him and pull back the curtain, only two words would ever come to mind.

good looking.

The vocabulary is simply too limited.

Actually, they all look good, and they look good in any clothes.

Whether or not clothing is important, it is actually quite important.

He did think that the new clothes themselves would probably offer a sense of novelty brought about by the different atmosphere.

The same person can evoke different feelings, and this variation is necessary for a romantic relationship.

Otherwise, even the most enjoyable emotion will gradually become tiresome if you repeat the same feeling for too long.

It's not that I don't like it anymore, it's just that I've gotten used to it.

Habit is a terrible force; it can make seemingly passionate feelings fade and gradually raise the threshold for getting along.

Holding hands today is enough, but after that, it'll be hugging. Hugging today is enough, but after that, it'll be kissing. And after kissing...

Fortunately, Hoshino Utsunomiya didn't think he would get used to close contact with the girl anytime soon.

This is more fascinating than I imagined.

Especially when Saeki Miria was showing her youthful smile, she glanced around, and quietly, secretly, pulled Utsunomiya Hoshino behind the curtain of the changing room and took his hand.

Hook up the corners, then pull it open.

"Would Hoshino like this style?"

She asked in a low voice, blushing.

In fact, these kinds of things shouldn't be tried on.

So Saeki Miria didn't actually try it on. Instead, while pushing Utsunomiya Hoshino into the dressing room to try on other clothes, she secretly took out her wallet and bought a style that made her heart race at first glance.

Then change it on.

As for those who were replaced...

"If you don't like it, then please ask Hoshino to change it back to this one."

Of course, it had to be stuffed into Hoshino Utsunomiya's hands.

The slightly warm clothes landed in his hands, and even without looking down, Hoshino Utsunomiya could feel the heat rising from them, probably because the sweat from walking outside had been absorbed into them, leaving them slightly damp.

After a moment of stunned silence, Hoshino Utsunomiya shook his head:

"...No, I quite like it."

...He almost lost consciousness again.

Before me is Milia, it's Milia, it's Milia.

"Hmm, if you like it, that's good." Saeki Miria reached out again and pulled Utsunomiya Hoshino into her arms, burying him in her embrace:

"If you like, you can get a closer look."

There's a sense of great inclusiveness.

Hoshino Utsunomiya's dazed feeling dissipated in an instant.

Yes, without a doubt, the person in front of me is Saeki Miria.

......

This move, of course, was learned from Tsukishiro Yuki.

Hoshino said that he stole Tsukishiro Yuki's shoes in order to bully her.

As Yuki Tsukishiro once said, when faced with Hoshino like this, her response was to give Hoshino the shoes on her feet as well.

She didn't think much of it when she heard it, but after thinking about it carefully, Saeki Miria realized something.

This is a good move.

The transfer of private property carries a certain emotional weight and conveys a sense of trust.

If it's not the shoes, but...

cough cough.

In short, Hoshino accepted it. Hoshino was stunned. Hoshino's breathing went from sluggish to calm, and then she buried her head in her arms peacefully.

The atmosphere was great.

Next, all you need to do is go to the hotel.

The destination of a date is always a hotel.

The light filtering through the one-way glass casts blurry shadows, and the sound of rushing water echoes inside the room.

After taking several deep breaths, Saeki Miria, dressed in thin clothes and wearing a bathrobe to wash off the sweat, sat on the edge of the bed.

Her legs swayed and kicked. Although she had prepared herself mentally, Saeki Miria was still very nervous.

Wait a minute, just a little longer.

Then...

It's mine...

Huff, huff, huff, huff...

Even though it was almost time and the sound of water seemed to be gradually stopping, Saeki Miria couldn't help but start thinking about it.

What will he do?

He would first push himself down, then start groping, followed by repeated kisses?

Or should I take a deep breath, pull back the curtain, open my mouth, and gently bite?

Or, to put it another way, sit on the bed, push your hands together to close them, and then...

correct.

If I were to prepare in advance, my legs should be bent, my hands should be pressed against my inner thighs, and then...

turn on.

That way, it won't be blocked by your hands and feet.

Just press your thumb down a little more, and then...

"Um......"

Fantasy is just fantasy; Saeki Miria doesn't know what she will actually do.

Therefore, she will not make a sound.

It's just a matter of chance.

Perhaps the moment he steps out of the steam after the bathroom door opens...

Fantasy can become reality.

......

Actually, a hotel is not a very suitable place.

Although it had a very romantic atmosphere, it was indeed the end of the date.

But the current hotel environment is indeed not good enough.

It's not that there's anything wrong with the atmosphere or the facilities, but rather that when everyone assumes that hotels are just that kind of place, a corresponding industry chain will naturally emerge.

Cameras, cameras, and cameras and stuff like that.

Hoshino Utsunomiya had no doubt that he would be inside.

So before checking in, he had to make a quick phone call to Miss Witch.

Although he knew that Yukishiro was definitely watching, it would be better to make a phone call just to be on the safe side.

"Hey?"

For some reason, it was very quiet on the other end of the phone, so quiet that only the sound of breathing could be heard.

Hoshino Utsunomiya didn't think much of it and simply gave the instructions.

...Although he felt a little guilty asking Tsukishiro Yuki for help at this time, especially since he had thought of her not long ago.

But one thing at a time, this is a very important matter.

"Ah."

Tsukishiro Yuki's voice was low and deep, and she responded in a low voice.

It was as if they were afraid of being overheard something unusual.

"..."

Are they digging again?

Hoshino Utsunomiya pursed her lips and put down her phone.