Whose youth romance story begins with a witch's trial?!

"The fact that I wasn't killed by you, you malfunctioning robot, is the biggest reward for holding my nose and playing along with this Detroit: Become Human drama. Ugh~ Just die already, you imposter, the furthest thing from humanity. Once you're dead, it'll be easier for me to build my harem~"

"I am not human—"

“Yes, nobody has ever said you are human. From the beginning until now, nobody has ever said that.”

—I knew this from the beginning, but why…why am I so sad?

If it were a 'human being', being betrayed and humiliated like this would surely cause them unbearable pain and make them want to die, right?

I thought I had finally reached the bridge to build bonds with others, and I thought I had finally found a special being who could unconditionally accept everything about me.

But... but in the end, was I just putting unbearable pressure on him unilaterally?

I... indeed, indeed, a monster who has been unable to understand human nature since birth, and whose body and mind are both ugly and monstrous.

Yes, I... am a monster, I am—[a witch]

Sherry Tachibana's expression shifted from confusion to despair, before her cheeks were covered and stained with a layer of pitch-black 'ink'.

Her fingernails began to grow wildly, the tips becoming sharper, and almost all the wounds on her body were visibly healed.

A jet-black cross gradually appeared in her amber-like, beautiful and pure pupils.

"I really am a demon—"

Pull—!!!

It was less of a 'kiss' and more of a strange sound like plunging a toilet with a plunger.

After confirming that Tachibana Sherry's wound had healed, Chang Rong almost instantly leaned in and, with the force of a pea shooter, sucked into Tachibana Sherry's mouth.

"—!?!??!"

Sherry Tachibana, who was originally in a witch-like state, was interrupted in an instant. The murderous intent that filled her mind was completely replaced by various question marks.

She wanted to say something, to do something, but any movement seemed to be imprisoned and silenced. The only thing she could feel at this moment was the white-haired boy's overly rough kiss on her.

The twisted joints gradually receded, the black star in the pupils dissipated again, and the magnetic field on the forehead and the black face were washed away.

"Honey—I'm going to vomit!!!"

After inhaling the storm, Chang Rong immediately got up and lay down to the side, wishing she could vomit her stomach out.

"Watson, you—"

Shirley Tachibana, her veins bulging, wanted to say something, but an irresistible drowsiness surged into her brain, engulfing her completely without any strength to resist.

On the other side, Chang Rong wiped the corner of her mouth. After confirming that Tachibana Sherry was just asleep, she breathed a heavy sigh of relief and collapsed to the ground.

When Tachibana Sherry transformed into a witch, he also felt a kind of 'desperate chill' that felt like going deep into an ice cellar. This chill almost made him vomit, but he managed to hold it in and was finally able to release himself after everything was over.

The club president is still alive... Nanoha Kaori should be able to get here soon, after all, this is where she lost her hairband... Hmm?

Chang Rong spotted a black, strip-shaped object in a puddle of vomit. He pinched off a corner with two fingers and found it looked like a headband.

Great, it seems the Monster Detective Agency's 100% success rate in completing requests hasn't been broken...

Sleepiness also washed over Chang Rong, but thanks to this, the burning pain all over her body and the pain in her left arm that felt like it was about to break were actually washed away by the drowsiness.

After checking Shirley's breathing one last time, Chang Rong used his last bit of strength to stuff the vomit-covered headband into his pocket before lying heavily on the ground, waiting for the dark tide to embrace and engulf him.

Now only one small problem remains—

When I wake up, will I be locked in the basement and beaten to death by Nanoha and Tachibana Sherry? ^q^

Volume 1: The Bounty Has Been Settled

I feel like this bounty will be enough to keep me updating until the end of February...

In short, thank you all so much for your support!

Thank you so much to mygo drummer Lixi for the Silver Treasure Chest! I am truly grateful and have no way to repay you!

The treasure chest will receive an extra 6 chapters (equivalent to 50000 reward points), and will not be counted in the reward amount afterward; otherwise, the reward would be calculated twice.

I feel like I'll be adding almost 40 more chapters this time, which will definitely keep me updating for quite a while...

I hope a kind older brother can help me calculate the total amount owed, and please don't falsify the accounts...!

Volume 1: 95. Lying on the board, being kissed while eating, being puckered by a dog.

"...I understand completely now. The magic I possess is simply teleporting me to the infirmary after I fall unconscious."

Staring at the ceiling of the medical room in An Yijing Street, which was still a bit quieter than the one in the medical room of D8N?A, Chang Rong sighed helplessly.

Lately, I seem to be frequently visiting the infirmary. Is it because I'm too weak?

Chang Rong checked her current condition briefly—her whole body was wrapped in bandages. Although the way they were tied wasn't very professional, the amount of bandages they used was significant.

The left arm was the focus of attention, and it was almost completely immobile from the arm to the fingers. However, considering the penetrating injury, there was really no need to move it unnecessarily. The right arm was relatively better, with only the forearm wrapped in bandages and a splint.

"……Um?"

Chang Rong laboriously managed to lift her upper body, like a wriggling thread, and lean against the headboard. She then noticed that the familiar pink-haired puppy wasn't around the infirmary this time. Instead, there was Nikaido Hiro, lying beside her bed, his chest rising and falling evenly, fast asleep in a dream.

No, let me correct you. It is the extremely rare 'Solemn Appearance, Elegant Demeanor, Quiet Beauty, SSR Hiro Nikaido'.

Chang Rong rarely sees Mio Nikaido Hiro sleeping. It seems that she only briefly saw her sleeping posture once when Sakura Emma and Hiro went for a stroll in the flower field together.

To be honest, Hiro in her sleep perfectly embodied Chang Rong's entire fantasy of a Japanese Yamato Nadeshiko, the eldest daughter of a prestigious family. And the red highlights adorning her long, straight black hair injected a fresh vitality unique to her into the otherwise austere aura.

Her flowing black hair, like a curtain in front of the girl, added a touch of classical and mysterious elegance to Hero.

Sunlight streamed into the room through the open balcony next to the infirmary, and the faint smell of disinfectant mingled with a reassuring floral fragrance in the air.

The beautiful black-haired girl nestled beside her bed, seemingly muttering some unsettling things like, "Idiot rabbit... this isn't right... I'll fuck you to death..." But if you ignored that, the tranquil moment made Chang Rong wonder if she had already left the prison island and arrived at some resort.

That's great! If I could secretly film Hiro like this, it would be worth dying for! Hehehe—ouch!

Chang Rong instinctively raised his hand to take out his phone, but the sharp pain from his left arm pulled his whole body up, causing him to gasp in shock.

"...Hmm?"

To make matters worse, along with Chang Rong's short wail, Nikaido Hiro, who had been lying beside his bed, also woke up.

"—You're awake, you idiot rabbit who ran outside the castle without a word and almost ended up dead in the wilderness."

Nikaido Hiro rubbed his eyes with his white gloves, breathing on them as he looked at Chang Rong.

"...My SSR is gone."

"what?"

Hiro tilted her head, looking at Chang Rong with an expression that said she was an idiot, while Chang Rong looked at Hiro with a look of utter disappointment and sorrow, as if to say, "How could you say that! A Japanese Yamato Nadeshiko shouldn't say such things!"

—The first thing this guy says when he wakes up is yawn... He's hopeless!

—The first thing this rabbit said after waking up was that it was having another episode… It’s definitely beyond saving.

At that moment, both of them had the idea of ​​returning the goods within seven days without giving a reason because they were not as described.

"Anyway... uh, what's the situation now? How is the president?"

Putting the thought of boredom behind her, Chang Rong quickly inquired about Tachibana Sherry's situation.

To be honest, my actions at the time were a huge gamble, and... the kind of gamble that was extremely irresponsible and could potentially drag everyone down with it.

The only information I have is that "witch transformation can greatly increase physical strength", "witch transformation is not uncontrollable", and "witch transformation will cause the person to go berserk".

If Erguo fails to bring back Yui Tachibana, then this dress will mean that he has created a witch who can kill everyone...

Thinking about this, Chang Rong felt a chill of fear. Her previous actions were no less than Luo Ji taking a gun and saying he wanted to have a mid-lane 1v1 with the Trisolarans.

However... Chang Rong also felt that even if Tachibana Sherry really did become a witch, she wouldn't completely lose herself.

...Of course, things could get complicated once he was stirred up by his own words.

"President—that super-strong detective? He was asleep and then disappeared, but now he's up and back to bothering everyone with his eccentric behavior."

Nikaido Hiro rubbed the tip of his nose in response, then pointed to the white-haired boy in front of him.

"More than Sherry's question, I'm curious about what's going on in your head. Tachibana Sherry said you two encountered wandering wreckage, and instead of running away, you charged straight at it? That's utterly 'incorrect' behavior! If the wreckage hadn't run away and disappeared on its own, do you know you'd probably be cut into pieces? You... idiot rabbit!"

"I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry, waaaaaah—"

Nikaido Hiro grew angrier and angrier, and finally, with veins bulging on his forehead, he stood up and walked directly to Chang Rong, forcefully pulling the boy's cheeks with both hands to help him improve blood circulation and recover his health as soon as possible.

"You, Hero, also seem like the type who would yell and pounce on the guards..."

"Aha?"

Chang Rong muttered a complaint under her breath, only to be immediately glared at by Xi Luo with her scarlet eyes, and quickly raised her hands in surrender.

"N-nothing, it's nothing—but did the president say 'the wreckage escaped'?"

"That's right, so what? Did it not escape as wreckage, but as your brain or heart?"

"No... I guess I was just half asleep."

There was something about what Hiro had just said that bothered Chang Rong. Logically speaking, since Tachibana Sherry knew the whole story of the attack on the two of them, she should have been able to see the scene of the wreckage dissipating.

Although it is still uncertain how the originally immortal remains 'dissipated', Chang Rong has three or four guesses and inferences that await further verification.

Was the president saying that to cover for himself before confirming this 'abnormal situation'?

Hmm... about the company president... what should I say to Sherry? What expression should I wear when I see her?

Even if I admit that all my insults and mockery were wrong, at this point... will I even survive? ^q^

The general feeling is that after a brief moment of confusion, he's suddenly surrounded by the president of the company, who then casually tugs at his detective hat and says, "You're already dead," and the next second, he feels an ominous premonition spreading everywhere...

Upon realizing this, Chang Rong broke out in a cold sweat and looked at Xi Luo as if escaping reality.

But it's okay if you don't watch it—

"...What are you doing, Hiro?"

Chang Rong was stunned for a moment. The black-haired disciplinary committee member JK in front of her showed a resolute look in her eyes, while holding a plate of food in her hand.

There's no problem with the plate containing food. The problem lies in—

"What are we doing? Of course, we're doing the right thing, eating the right food."