The Witch Trial Begins with the OO Buckethead Zombie

He would want to kiss her, and she would want to be kissed.

This is true mutual affection.

What followed...

correct.

Hands clasped together, palms intertwined, the girl needed no further exploration.

She's different from Meruru.

I want to hold hands.

The hands that held each other when we first met, the hands that held each other after we became friends, and the hands that are now clasped together.

Clasp your fingers together.

Tighten it a little more.

then.

then.

then.

Whether you push me down or I push you down, who's on top and who's on the bottom?

None of it matters.

This is not important.

Despite thinking that way.

But Yuki Tsukishiro will still open her arms and her heart.

Come.

love me.

It's something I've been looking forward to for a long time, something I've been dreaming about for days.

Without even resorting to cheating through the magic of empathy, Yuki Tsukishiro was all for this first time.

I say.

this is correct.

This is exactly what I wanted.

Slow, but gentle; not in a hurry, but not indifferent.

On the contrary, this is a sign that they care.

Inch by inch, little by little.

The dimensions were known long ago, and the outcome was already predetermined.

Just like a replica sword and its scabbard, it is returned to its sheath.

Then she can open her mouth.

He gritted his teeth.

You are mine.

I am yours too.

"I want to go to the shower."

Speak your request softly.

What are your thoughts? What are your requirements?

You should say it directly.

Most importantly, it requires a sense of ritual.

it is this.

"If you can't take a shower at home, I can help you get clean right now."

She wanted him to say that.

She would answer the same way.

"Ah."

Please still hold my hand.

But don't let my body leave you.

Just hold me.

They carried me to the shower room.

Then, take a bath for me.

Yes, it can be washed.

Long hair, soft, long hair, your hands should wrap around my body, you can rest your head on my shoulder.

Wash attentively.

I will hold you tightly.

Fluffy foam, rinsing water, and long, flowing hair being tossed about in mid-air, reflecting light.

It can still be washed.

Please apply shower gel.

Even if you used a towel to keep your distance, please wipe it clean for me by hand.

Small hands, thighs, and toes.

Please press it for me.

I want to soak in the bathtub.

Relax.

Close your eyes.

Leave it to me.

It doesn't matter how many times you do it; you can do it as many times as you want.

I will help you get up.

I will keep them all inside me.

It will not end.

I don't want it to end.

I don't want it to end.

But it will eventually come to an end.

If it has to end.

Well, that...

I have one last request.

Please do one thing.

This is a very, very, very important thing.

The creaking sound, the swaying iron bucket, the rippling water, and the slightly rusty handle joint being lifted by you.

Look at me.

I'm looking at you.

The witch smiled.

A cold smile.

I laughed.

You will laugh too.

You would smile, reach out and grasp the handle, and lift the bucket.

Raise it, raise it, high above my head.

It tipped over and fell down.

"—Splash!"

......

Icy water poured out and cascaded down.

The girl, soaked to the bone like a drowned rat, had water droplets dripping from her long hair.

The witch still wore a smile.

He smiled coldly and spoke calmly.

She was about to express her feelings.

"It's so cold," she said.

With a clang, Hoshino Utsunomiya casually tossed away the empty metal bucket.

then.

Ignoring the fact that she would get wet too, she hugged Tsukishiro Yuki tightly and forcefully.

Even at this point, she would still express her feelings.

"So warm, oh."

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