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

"That's why I didn't!" Chang Rong quickly retorted, blushing as she looked at the sketchbook in An An's hand.

"Hehe, no problem, no problem, Brother Changrong. Next time, whether it's a quiet forest, a gloomy sewer, or the second floor of a hotel, as long as you give the order, I'll come and keep you company~"

"That's not what I meant—it hurts! Ouch—I already said I didn't mean that…!"

Watching Chang Rong get slapped on the head with a sketchboard and sprayed with spray paint under his instigation, Bao Shengma revealed his signature amused smile.

After a brief interlude, Chang Rong cautiously entered the art studio. Only after confirming that there were no strange magical effects did she allow the others to enter the somewhat cramped room as well.

"Wow... This is the best art studio, Noah has made his decision!"

Noah Kinosaki fell in love with the room after just a quick look around. She immediately took out a spray paint can and started decorating and repairing the studio door and various blemishes.

"Rongrongrongrong, could you move that statue here?"

"Oh, no problem. Hmm hmm hmm ah ah ah—is this the place?"

"Rongrong, that chair over there is broken. Could you get a new one from the restaurant?"

"Wait a moment—although I feel a little bad for Meruru, I'll bring it over anyway."

"Rongrong, you've worked hard, have some water~"

"Haha, I just had a drink at the restaurant... but thanks for your concern, Noah."

Chang Rong helped Noah Shirosaki tidy up the room. When Gentle Little Balloon handed her a glass-like drink, Chang Rong smiled and said she wasn't thirsty.

"【While we're willing to lend a hand, you need to make sure these green worms don't appear here again, you freak monster…!】"

"No problem, I caught a few more, but I've already thrown them into the woods in the courtyard."

"【I need a space where I can laze around and sleep. Please help me throw away this pile of laughable trash.】"

"Scrap paper...wait, isn't this pile of discarded drafts you wrote last time, An'an?"

"It wasn't written by me...! You're mistaken, you perverted monster, you're absolutely wrong...!"

"Hehe, don't underestimate my memory network! Look, I remember this part of the story very clearly—the part where the male lead goes out to buy groceries and accidentally gets hit by a meteorite and dies, ending the whole thing—Pfft!?"

"What do you know! Meteor Release is still better than Grand Theory Release...!"

Is there really a difference!?

"If we say it exists, then it exists...!"

Chang Rong helped Natsume An An tidy up the scraps of paper in the corner, and was immediately met with a shower of congratulatory messages from An An.

"Hey Chang Rong, could you please decorate this wall with a pink heart?"

"Of course, no problem."

"Hey Chang Rong, could you scatter some more flower petals here?"

"That's fine—but what's the point of doing this?"

"Hehe...of course, it's to decorate it like a love hotel, so I can use it to my heart's content with my boyfriend~"

"Hey!?"

Under Baosheng Mag's deception, Chang Rong almost turned her art studio into a makeshift brothel.

After some effort, the originally messy and dilapidated room was transformed, and it even looked like an art studio.

"Great, fantastic! Noah will definitely create even more amazing works...!"

"[Hmm, not bad... This should make things much easier when I'm rushing to meet deadlines.]"

Noah and Anan, the two children, were very satisfied with the renovated room and seemed to be full of inspiration, eager to get started right away.

"An'an, are you alright? Are you still scared after what happened before?"

Feeling it was a good opportunity, Chang Rong leaned closer to An An and asked the furry writer if she was still afraid of the confinement incident she had experienced before.

"[...Don't underestimate us; we haven't cared about those things for a long time.]"

Natsume Anan raised her sketchbook and responded with a proud posture, puffing out her chest.

"Is that so...? That's good then. As expected of An'an, you're amazing~"

"Well……!"

Chang Rong smiled and casually ruffled Xia Mu An'an's hair. Although An'an's eyes widened at first, after the initial startled reaction, she did not slap away or dodge Chang Rong's hand. Instead, she made cute little whimpering noises while closing her eyes slightly and shrinking her neck, accepting Chang Rong's gentle touch.

"...Ah, Noah slipped—"

Sizzle sizzle—

"Waaaaaah!?"

Noah, who was standing to the side, suddenly spoke in a completely emotionless voice. The next second, the spray paint in his hand automatically stopped and was directly smeared onto Natsume An'an's face.

An An let out a pitiful wail while frantically wiping her cheeks, abruptly stopping Chang Rong's attempt to stroke her. Fortunately, Noah immediately used magic to reverse the spraying, allowing An An's cute but somewhat pale face to reappear.

"No, Noah, I'm sorry An'an, Noah's hand slipped... eh...?"

"【It's nothing, it's nothing—】"

Noah Shirosaki stood between An'an and Chang Rong, giving An'an a pitiful apologetic look, while An'an responded with a smile. However, the handwriting on the writing board was surprisingly deep and powerful.

"By the way, Noah, um... although Arisa's reaction was a bit strange at the time, she's still your fan, Noah. Could you please sign an autograph for her?"

Chang Rong remembered Arisa, who was still in solitary confinement and had been given a silencing package, so she quietly asked Balloon Teacher if she could make an exception.

"No problem~! As long as Rongrong grants Noah a small wish, don't worry, it's definitely not some weird request." Noah said with an innocent smile.

"Speak the truth, Noah."

"Noah just wanted Rongrong to strip naked and become a model—Nononono!?"

As Natsume Anan activated her magic, Noah Kinosaki smiled innocently and revealed his little trick, only to break out in a cold sweat instantly.

"Eek!? This...this won't do, Noah!? Although I know it's for the sake of art, using human models is still a bit too avant-garde...How about this, I'll find you a human sculpture?"

Chang Rong frantically rubbed the rainbow balloon, then said that she definitely couldn't do it naked, and asked if she could find a naked sculpture as a substitute.

"No, no... Well, there's nothing we can do about it~~"

Although the nude model rabbit project failed, Noah Shirosaki was still quite pleased with himself after being fondled by Chang Rong.

However, while enjoying himself, Noah opened his eyes and stared coldly at his traitorous best friend, Natsume Anan, beside him.

If she hadn't interfered with everything with magic, winning over that idiot Chang Rong would have been a piece of cake. By the time he cried and begged, "Do models really have to stick their butts out?" it would have been too late!

As a result, this perfect plan was ruined. I really have to treat you to a simple Chinese-style fake death. An'an.

"Hmph...!" Natsume An'an glared back without any fear, with a fierce expression, as if to say, 'If you ruin my plans with spray paint again, I'll use a simple dagger to pop the balloon with a flower knife.'

"Hehe, what adorable children~~"

Baosheng Mag saw this and smiled as he spoke.

—Are girls these days really going this far...?

At the same time, he was frantically muttering to himself.

Margot originally thought she was a really bad woman, but after arriving at Witch Island, she realized that in the realm of female-centric culture, she was nothing more than a loli. Here, you could easily find far more extraordinary individuals. Throwing a brick at her would likely hit at least five extremely obsessed women who were barely able to suppress their fantasies about the white-haired boy.

Sigh, this issue of numerical inflation.

"Anyway, now that the studio is almost ready, Noah and An'an should go have breakfast. Also, remember to take a shower after breakfast—"

"No, taking a bath is too much trouble..." "I'm not hungry."

Chang Rong clapped her hands, originally intending to let the two children go eat and shower after tidying up the room, but the two children refused in unison.

"Even if it's troublesome, you still need to take a shower! This castle is covered in dust, you need to take care of your personal hygiene first!" Chang Rong hurriedly continued to persuade him earnestly.

"Hmm, so it wouldn't be a problem if Rongrong helped Noah wash up, would it?"

"Eek!? This...this can't be done...!"

"Noah, don't wash!"

"I can't not wash it..."

Chang Rong was completely at a loss with Noah and had no way to deal with the balloon.

"Well, let's go eat first then—"

"We are full of inspiration, and hunger can greatly enhance our inspiration!"

"Inspiration can't put food on the table!"

"Whatever, you're not my guardian... Well, if you, this perverted monster, are willing to apologize while feeding me, then it's not impossible."

"Wow wow wow..."

Chang Rong, who had little experience in dealing with unruly children, was overwhelmed by the kids and didn't know what to do.

"Hey, Rongrong, help Noah take a bath~~" "You stupid monster, hurry up and serve me—"

Noah and An'an cornered Chang Rong against the wall, one on each side. The two of them, like colorful little devils and furry little devils, kept whispering seductive words to the irresistible Chang Rong.

And at that very moment—

"Alright, if you, this gloomy bean sprout, don't want to eat, then you'll have to keep eating the Witch Island's special thesis defenses from now on, Natsume An-an!" "Hmm...!?"

"You don't like taking baths, huh? Then from now on, you'll be in charge of scavenging all the ashes from the incinerator boilers, Noah Kinosaki!" "No!?"

The solemn voice of Nikaido Hirona rang out, instantly startling the balloons and making the pigeon spirit soft and fluffy.

"Still standing there? That means you agree, right? Forget it, keeping guys like you around will only drive up the price of rice. Warden, take them to the witch trial."

"【Coo coo coo... It's been so long since I've had a good time judging witches, the warden is itching to get his hands dirty too, coo coo...~】"

"Waaaaaaa!? Nono Noa is going to take a bath now, Noa's tonic is going to be taken out of the ashes...!"

"I...I understand...! Do not judge me...!"

The second breath from Nikaido Hiro outside the art studio, combined with the warden's eerie voice, became the final straw. The two were so frightened that they ran away as fast as they could, fearing that the mysterious black-haired forger would grab them at any moment, refine them, and use them for their own amusement.

In an instant, the once noisy art studio became quiet.

"Oh dear, if we spoil them too much, they might end up with some strange children."

The owner of the voices 'Hiro' and 'Warden' just now, the prospective witch Baosheng Mag, who possesses the magic of [Manipulating Voice], smiled and looked at Chang Rong.

"Waaaaah, Maga...!! Thank you so much, I'll never criticize your strength again...!!"