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

The white-haired boy stood beside her, gently stroking An'an's fluffy long hair, and said with a proud smile.

"Hmm... I, of course I am a great writer, there's no need to repeat something so undeniable... Huh?"

Natsume Anan turned her head away shyly, but as she spoke, she suddenly realized something: the boy in front of her who was being hypnotized did not have the dazed feeling that comes with hypnosis, nor the sense of dissociation that comes with not being able to match the memories, nor the sense of splitting caused by the change in personality.

Most importantly, my hypnotic command was clearly to "complete the work for me," but this perverted mastermind did the opposite, "helping me complete the work," and in the end, it was I who finished writing the short story.

This is just like...

"You...you weren't hypnotized by us...?"

An'an stared wide-eyed and asked Chang Rong in a low voice, her tone filled with disbelief.

"Hmm... It's not entirely accurate to say I wasn't hypnotized. I was indeed hypnotized for a moment..." Chang Rong said, slightly averting her gaze and rubbing the back of her head.

Chang Rong did lose consciousness the moment An An hypnotized her, and inadvertently glimpsed the girl's unfortunate past at the edge of her subconscious.

But he quickly recovered from the hypnotic state and decided to take advantage of the situation to help Natsume Anan in another way, which was to transform into a cruel teacher who was devoid of blood and tears.

As for why this teacher is spanking, biting ears, licking necks, and touching lower abdomen, don't ask. My subconscious tells me that this is how a 'Yamato Nadeshiko-style teacher' should be.

"You...you...you...you're such a perverted liar!!!"

Natsume An'an's face shifted between several emotions in an instant: anger, shyness, relief, and embarrassment. A multitude of emotions mingled together, causing her to lunge directly at the 'mastermind' in front of her.

"I, I was so worried, so regretful, why did I hurt the person who cares about me with magic again... And you were just toying with my feelings!? You even threatened me, harassed me, and spanked me... Die, die, die... You perverted liar, die...!"

Rumble!

As An'an pounced on Chang Rong, pounding his chest with her little fists, a low rumble came from the wall behind them. The hidden door finally appeared completely and was fixed in its rightful place.

The glass door behind them, which was originally fixed to the space, was instantly blown open by the breeze from the atrium, all indicating that the sealed 'secret room' had been broken.

"Ugh... This, this is absolutely not over! You sadistic, perverted, wicked, and disgusting liar... Just you wait...!!"

The exit door finally appeared, and the room that was not XX was thus cracked. Natsume An'an shakily got up, uttering harsh words to Chang Rong as she left the art studio, dragging her long lace nightgown.

"Huh, bean sprouts? Have you already opened the studio door?" Sawatari Coco, who came up from the first floor, was stunned when she saw Natsume An'an emerge from the study.

“Don’t run in the corridor, that’s not right. Natsume An’an… Hmm, are you crying? What happened?” Hiro instinctively pointed out An’an’s mistake, then noticed the unusual look on her cheeks.

"There's nothing there...! Waaah... This is too much! So hard, my butt..."

Natsume Anan hurriedly ended the conversation, leaving the studio with a flushed face without looking back.

—Push harder, with your butt?

A question mark popped into Hiro's head, and then he followed Coco into the art studio.

"Where did you run off to, you idiot rabbit—wait a minute?"

As soon as Hiro entered the studio, he saw Chang Rong lying on the floor in a disheveled state, with crumpled pieces of paper scattered around him. The room was a mess, as if it had been through a fierce battle.

"Woo woo woo meow, what, what is this... what is this...!"

Not only that, Ze Du Ke Ke held a piece of paper in her hand, and her whole being transformed into a consumption, constantly repeating incomprehensible words.

Hiro glanced at the note: [A room where you can't leave without doing XX].

"—"

The broken room, his disheveled state, tissues scattered everywhere, and her covering her bottom.

The mystery has been solved.

"Onii-chan... After I've squeezed you to death, I'll die with you...!" Ze Du Coco said with a smile to Chang Rong, her eyes glistening with tears.

"Wait, wait a minute! I don't know what's going on, but what's with this ominous feeling that we're heading straight for a Bad Ending... Anyway, you guys must have misunderstood something... It's definitely a misunderstanding!!"

While lying on the ground, Chang Rong was fastening her buttons (which she had unbuttoned when An An tackled her) and solemnly declared that she wanted to be a witness and provide evidence.

"It was indeed a misunderstanding... I actually thought you would stay put and not run out to find some gloomy bean sprout to vent your lust on the spot..." Hiro also had a bright smile on his face, a smile that was a sign of good health.

Gone, my S3 championship, gone, stolen by Natsume An'an... stolen by that Natsume An'an... What is this?!

In her previous life, Sawatari Coco found Natsume Anan's sketch paper, which led to a tragedy.

In this life, Sawatari Coco found Natsume Anan's sketch paper again, which led to another tragedy.

Perhaps this is just human nature; after all, humans always repeat the same mistakes. They always make mistakes because they are young.

The next second, a miserable wail came from the art studio where the map had just been opened.

"...Xiao Rong?"

Saeki Miria, who was in the recreation room across the street, seemed to have heard something and quickly looked up.

Volume 1: 164. I have an objection!

Upon hearing the boy's 'wailing,' Saeki Millia, who was not far away, almost instinctively got up and went to the source of the scream. Even Saeki Millia herself was curious about when she had become so "motivated."

Is it because of some deep-seated fear? Fear of losing something precious, fear that one's silence will lead to irreversible consequences?

Regardless, Milia arrived at the scene almost immediately. Without even considering whether there had been a room here before, she took a deep breath and rushed into the room—

"The trophy was stolen. I have no time to explain right or wrong. You'll just stay here and die, you idiot rabbit...!!"

"Eeeeee!? Even though Hiro doesn't want to explain, I really can—Gugah!!"

"You idiot onii-chan... how did you turn back into that mysterious, sadistic guy again?! And what's more, you're that gloomy, bean sprout again?! I can't accept this, what is this... I can't accept this!!"

Huh...?

Milia, who had initially thought that the extremely shrill wails had caused some terrible or horrific event, was surprised to find what she saw when she arrived at the scene... well, in a way, it was quite terrifying too.

The elegant girl with long black hair, who called herself the 'student council president' like a disciplinary committee member, knelt on the ground. Her original elegant and gentle face had vanished, replaced by a terrifying expression like a vengeful ghost. Her hands pressed down hard on the white-haired boy in front of her, and black smoke kept spreading from her body. The fluctuation of killing intent was so strong that it could materialize and interfere with the real world.

Beside the student council president was Coco Sawatari, the "graduation-preparing-for-pregnancy streamer" wearing orange cat-ear headphones. Her face lacked its usual subtle expression, somewhere between a brat and an old man; instead, it wore an angry look as if pearls were about to fall from her eyes. She frantically shook the white-haired boy's body while trying to unbutton his clothes, looking like a happy person who had encountered a happy pancake on the street, displaying an expression of unresolved grief while deciding to "eat him on the spot for energy circulation," as if 'since things have come to this, I'm already here.'

As for the boy with short hair hanging down his temples like a lop-eared rabbit... he was pinned against the wall in a corner of the room by the two of them. Although he struggled and tried to say something, every word he uttered was immediately taken back by the two of them. He was in a completely embarrassing situation, like, "Okay, stop talking and stick your butt out."

This doesn't seem to be the 'murder scene' I initially feared, but I still have a feeling that if left unchecked, someone might still die...

"Um... Xiaoxi, Xiaoke, where are you...?"

Saeki Miria leaned half her body against the doorway, cautiously peeking out to try and ask the two who were about to start their meal what they were doing.

"Just pretend you didn't see it, Milia." "Milia, you watch so many movies every day, why don't you just forget about this scene as if it were a movie?"

"Waaaaah!? Big, Uncle, I understand—"

The overwhelming, dark will emanating from the two individuals completely crushed Saeki Miria in terms of aura. The courage she had painstakingly mustered shattered as easily as the French army. She quickly raised her hands in surrender, indicating that she hadn't seen anything, and even closed the door behind her as she left.

—So scary…!

After closing the studio door, Saeki Miria leaned against the wall, taking deep breaths and wiping the cold sweat from her forehead.

Logically speaking, those two girls were about the same age as me, and in terms of mental age, I should definitely be the older one, but...

The purity is far too low...! Whether it's Xiaoxi or Xiaoke, they already have the eyes of warriors, and their every word and action reveals the determination of a desperate army to win!

This is not something I can interfere with. My life motto is "to live a peaceful and inconspicuous life," so in times like these, it's best to just pretend I didn't see it...

but……

No, no way...!

Saeki Miria's feet, which were originally about to leave, were forcibly pulled back by a force of will. Instead of running away, she walked back towards the hidden art studio that was about to become the second brothel.

Although I don't know the reason, a certain obsession, a certain force, is guiding me to save that boy! This force is even enough to resist their dark will, yes, it's like... uh, eh... maternal love?

Milia paused for a moment at the driving force within her, feeling that something was amiss.

In short, things have come to this point, and there's no time to worry about anything else—

"Objection!"

"Meow!?" "Ugh—!?"

Saeki Miria suddenly pushed open the door, crouched down to gather her strength, and threw a powerful punch, perfectly hurling the Great Wilderness Imprisoning Heaven Finger at the two who were creating life, instantly startling Cocoshiro.

“Milia…!? Why did you come back again?!” Hiro stared wide-eyed at the blonde, busty stunner in front of him with an incredulous expression.

"Um... no matter what, this scene is really weird! What are you guys doing...? It's so weird that no one can pretend they can't see it..."

After her dashing entrance, Milia quickly softened, awkwardly touching her cheek with one finger as she spoke somewhat embarrassedly.

"No, but... no matter what, Xiaoxi's behavior right now is absolutely 'wrong'...!"

"Gulp...!? You actually used my magic to attack me, Milia...!"

Hiro gave a textbook-perfect response to being hit, but she immediately regained her composure, stood up from her kneeling position ready to eat the rabbit, and pointed one finger at Chang Rong.

"But you're wrong, Milia. My actions were undeniably 'correct'! Because this freak... this idiot rabbit actually laid a hand on Natsume An'an...!!"

"So I didn't—" "Shut up, rabbit." "Huh!?"

Chang Rong seemed to want to say something, but was immediately interrupted and could only let out a meaningless wail.

"Huh, uh... Xiao An? Is that cute, fluffy girl who always holds a sketchbook and looks like she hasn't woken up yet?" Milia blinked, momentarily confused by the situation.

"That's right, that's right. You know, before the time travel, An An, that gloomy and irritable girl, was very familiar with you, Uncle. You would always watch movies together, and you would tirelessly satisfy all her little whims—and it was that An An who was like that who was seduced by this sadistic Onii-chan!" Ze Du Coco fanned the flames from the side, but the way she spoke through gritted teeth was genuinely sincere.

"Eh...? Xiao An and I are really close friends... and, and Xiao Rong... he gave Xiao An that kind of thing..."

The shocking truth left Milia momentarily dazed.

“That’s right. Anyone who does something like this can’t be called human anymore. They’re just a pure beast, or even a rabbit head that doesn’t care about strength. So Coco and I are going to carry out the family discipline and kill this idiot!”

Hiro flexed his wrist, which was covered by a small white glove, and said through gritted teeth.

"Xiao Rong... Waaaaah... Uncle, I don't understand what's going on at all..."

The shocking development left Milia utterly bewildered. Was Xiao Rong a suspect who should be punished? Or... was there a twist in the story?

When you're feeling indecisive, remember what the 'uncle' said—

'Evidence is my lawyer's badge'... No, no, that's not it!

'As a lawyer, the first thing you must do is trust your clients'—that's right!

You have to trust your client and trust Xiao Rong!

"Wait! This has only been Xiaoxi and Xiaoke's side of the story from beginning to end. We haven't heard Xiaorong's testimony yet!" Saeki Miria mustered her courage and raised her objection loudly.

"...Tsk, it just so happens that my occupational hazard shows up at a time like this."