The Witch Trial Begins with the OO Buckethead Zombie

Yes, Hoshino Utsunomiya can be late, arrive late, or even not arrive at all.

But in that case, the witch would have to wait for him to come to school alone in the classroom.

So after thinking about it, Hoshino Utsunomiya got up early.

If all else fails, I can just catch up on sleep at school.

As for Emma, ​​he didn't bring it up with Yuki on his own initiative.

Firstly, there was no need for it; secondly, he felt that this proactive reporting was somewhat overstepping boundaries and would ruin the current ambiguous atmosphere; and thirdly, he didn't know how to put it.

Should I really take Emma's hand and go over to Xue and say, "This is your old friend, and my new friend"?

So he didn't say anything, not even about the fixed time allotted for lunch. He simply left the classroom alone during lunch break and returned after it ended.

The witch didn't say anything either.

An uncanny understanding seemed to barely maintain this unusual triangular balance.

If no external force or other unexpected event disrupts this balance.

It seems like this kind of life will continue for a long time.

At the very least, this should continue until a certain Yamato Nadeshiko returns from studying abroad.

After all, the short-term study abroad period shouldn't be too far away.

Hoshino Utsunomiya felt that this was enough.

Let's wait until Hero returns before considering the matter.

Now, at least today.

...He was a little tired.

His time with the witch was still pleasant, but it seemed to be gradually entering a period of burnout. At least until either of them crossed the line, this feeling wouldn't overly refresh his senses.

Getting along with Emma doesn't require much effort, but listening to others share their lives is surprisingly mentally taxing. If he were a little more perfunctory, it might be much better, but if he's too perfunctory, he can't be considered a friend anymore.

The night shift work continues as always, offering cheap labor in exchange for meager monetary rewards.

Free time alone should be a time to relax, but when I opened social media in a daze, I saw a girl pouring out her troubles, wanting to seek recognition.

...Even though he didn't need to take netizens too seriously, he still typed out a response.

Speaking of which, it's been a while since I've done a live stream.

After all, once the relationship changed, he no longer needed to think about how to provoke the witch with words, and over time, he couldn't help but forget about live streaming.

He casually clicked on the only streamer he was following, glanced at her popularity which remained unchanged and even seemed to have decreased, and couldn't help but sigh softly.

It seems this streamer is about to retire from the live streaming industry.

Hoshino Utsunomiya had listened to her live streams for a while and had some understanding of her family background.

He knew very well that her family wasn't wealthy enough to support her pursuing live streaming as a hobby.

If she can't make money, she'll probably graduate soon.

Looking at it this way, everyone seems to be quite troubled.

I wonder how much it costs to get married in Japan.

Or should we use the super strength the system gave us to make videos and become self-media creators?

Following the rules and such...

very tired.

The identity of a junior high school student is still too limiting, not to mention the added constraint of following the rules.

...Am I being too awkward? Even if I want to be firm in my decision to stay and get married, do I have to go to this lengths?

"Splash..."

He poured a bucket of cold water on himself, cleared his head a little, changed back into his clean school uniform, took a deep breath, and walked into the classroom.

Don't overthink it, and put away unnecessary negative emotions.

Yesterday was good, today is good, and tomorrow will be even better.

“Good morning, Snow,” he said.

"Good morning, Hoshino." She smiled.

It started today too.

......

It's literally normal.

Say something, do something, or say nothing and do nothing, just enjoy the ambiguous atmosphere.

But I've probably been thinking too much lately, and I haven't been sleeping well. The fatigue from working lately hasn't dissipated.

Before long, Hoshino Utsunomiya felt sleepy and his eyelids started to droop.

My head was spinning, and my body was swaying uncontrollably. I swayed and swayed until I leaned against the witch next to me.

"If you're tired, take a nap," the witch said considerately, reaching out her hand and gently pulling him to lean to his side.

Hoshino Utsunomiya's head was placed on the girl's knees.

"I heard that this is called a lap pillow."

Warm and soft, yet with a certain elasticity, the touch felt through the back of the head clearly transmits warmth through the thin skirt.

If I had to say, this position is not comfortable at all; the texture of the thighs on the head is probably not as good as a pillow.

but.

This is the witch's lap pillow.

If you tilt your head back and open your eyes, you can see the witch's smile; if you turn your head to the side, you can bury your face in the hem of her skirt and smell her scent.

Soft thighs, warm thighs, a witch's lap pillow.

As always, the background noise from the podium could only be described as noise.

This is the best hypnotic white noise.

And so, Hoshino Utsunomiya gradually drifted off to sleep.

His breathing was gentle, his chest rose and fell; he sank quickly, he fell asleep quickly.

They must be quite tired.

A smile appeared on Yuki Tsukishiro's face. She looked down at the sleeping Hoshino Utsunomiya and gently stroked his head in a comforting gesture.

Indeed, this feeling can be called happiness.

The dream they wove together was a dream of happiness and fulfillment.

Make the witch succumb, make the witch intoxicated, make the witch unable to extricate herself.

Let go of hatred, forget curses, and want to experience life only in this moment.

Yuki Tsukishiro wanted this dream to last forever, not for long, just a hundred years would be fine.

When he dies of old age, I should wake up from my dream.

Tsukishiro Yuki stroked his head with one hand, and just as her other hand was about to wander off to other places, Utsunomiya Hoshino, who had fallen into a deep sleep, unconsciously murmured some trivial sounds.

The witch stopped what she was doing and looked at him as he drifted off to sleep, his lips moving and his voice muffled.

An idea suddenly occurred to her.

It is said that people who are talking in their sleep can hear sounds, but they will not be alerted.

They will subconsciously lower their guard, subconsciously receive the sounds around them, and subconsciously react.

If at this moment, would she have a chance to ask him about the logic behind Hoshino Utsunomiya's behavior that she had once found utterly perplexing but had later given up trying to understand?

"Hey, Hoshino." The witch leaned down, whispered in his ear, and asked softly, "Why did you...bully me back then?"

Between contact, teasing, flirting, and bullying, she ultimately chose the relatively heavier word.

She felt that perhaps this would lead to a more accurate answer.

She guessed right.

Bullying is the most appropriate and fitting keyword.

Therefore, the boy, lost in his reverie, couldn't help but murmur out the wish that had always been in his heart.

"—I want to die at the hands of a witch..."

There has always been only one reason for bullying.

When the vague murmurs revealed the truth, the title of witch and the words of seeking death reached Tsukishiro Yuki's ears.

The witch's dream should come to an end.

Testimonials

On November 21, 2025, who is this stinky blue-haired girl, baby? Why do you guys keep sending her memes every day?

On November 22, 2025, become a soda can and purchase "Magical Girl's Witch Trial".

On November 23, 2025, I played "Magical Girl's Witch Trial" for the first time.

On November 30, 2025, I finished playing "Magical Girl's Witch Trial".

On November 30, 2025, the novel "Practical Teaching, But a Diary Stream" was completed.

At 1:18 AM on December 7, 2025, a strong, dark, sadistic desire surged within me. For no reason, I had an overwhelming urge to bully the Buckethead Zombie and express my desires, hoping to receive a response.

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December 24, 2025. Nobody's writing, nobody's writing, nobody's writing, nobody's writing! Forget about my brilliant idea, even the male protagonist harem witch trial isn't getting many submissions! My face turned red, I gritted my teeth, and clenched my fists. Our male protagonist harem witch trial is already dominating the bestseller list, so why hasn't a single author who understands the greatness of the witch trial male protagonist harem has appeared yet!

On December 25, 2025, the bullying of the Buckethead Zombie began.

An idea that comes on a whim ultimately needs repeated filling in to take shape. A strong desire in one's heart can drive the emotions of the story to rise layer by layer, but the story and setting cannot be advanced by enthusiasm alone.

On January 3, 2026, the bullying details were reduced to flashbacks, and the prison arc began directly.

January 9, 2026. No, no, this won't do. I just want to bully the Buckethead Zombie. It won't be good if I don't write this. I can't just not write this. I guess I should just ignore everything else and go back to bullying the Buckethead Zombie first.