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

After the group disbanded, Chang Rong originally wanted to find Milia to discuss the mine clearance, but under the murderous gaze of Nanoha, Kaoru, and Hirona, Chang Rong could only honestly say that he would go back to focus on recovering.

"They say I'm recuperating, but I don't feel anything unusual at all... Aren't you all overreacting?"

Back in the goblin chamber, Chang Rong lay on the sofa, idly rubbing the wound that had once pierced his left arm while checking the values ​​displayed in the 'Love System'.

—Huh, Nanoha's stats have also reached 99. A sniper as a [Guardian]... Heh, that sounds pretty cool.

Chang Rong looked at the changed numbers and titles in the system and smiled slightly, but soon a strange feeling flooded his mind.

...Why do I feel a bit hot?

The climate on Witch Island is always a stable and cool spring. Even in the goblin huts that are exposed to the scorching sun, the temperature inside will never rise to a 'scorching' level.

Chang Rong sat up from the sofa, her forehead already covered in sweat. Even her once steady breathing became increasingly heavy.

Hmm... It's getting hotter and hotter, and I feel so sticky... I should take a quick shower.

Chang Rong didn't think much about his current abnormal state. He got up and went to the shower room. Since it wasn't nighttime and it wasn't time for the witches to bathe yet, he didn't need to worry too much. He just needed to carefully avoid the suspicious mirror.

The water flowed down my scalp and over my body, taking away the excess heat and sweat, but the strange, burning sensation did not subside.

After stepping out of the shower, Chang Rong planned to go to the outdoor garden to get some fresh air. Not long after leaving the shower, Chang Rong saw a blonde idol girl in the castle's corridor.

"Oh, Chang Rong! Good afternoon!"

"It's Rhea-sama..."

As always, Ryoua Hasumi greeted Chang Rong cheerfully in her cool, slightly greasy manner.

If it were the usual Chang Rong, he would smile and nod in response. But at this moment, Chang Rong simply murmured the name of Hasumi Ryoua while staring intently at the idol girl in front of him with his gray eyes.

That gaze was more aggressive and invasive than Chang Rong's usual gentle and kind eyes. His gaze was no longer focused on Ryota's face, but rather on the gorgeous gold dress she was wearing. He wished he could unbutton her dress, tear open her carefully made-up body, and fully appreciate the perfect contours and curves that she had achieved through rigorous training and self-discipline as an idol day after day, year after year.

"Chang Rong?"

Listening to the girl's magnetic and handsome voice, Chang Rong finally understood what it felt like for Xi Luo to have felt that 'she's just breathing—constantly seducing me!'

You...you wretched golden retriever, you've been trying to seduce me...!

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Thanks to Chenguang Moxin for the sudden, unexpected help. The new year has begun!

Thanks to 9zK1ng·G11 for their feeding, monhide·ten mistakes, Admirer·Iron-Blooded World's Number One·Agile Turtle in the Water·Yeyu for the food.

Another thank you to the hilarious 686 for the golden treasure chest!

186. The Witch Island Enters an Era of Great Repression (Part 1)

I really want to... pin Hasumi Ryoua down. Force her to take off that pretentious, elegant costume and change her into something light and revealing, making her shy and unable to look at me.

I desperately wanted to pry open her hands, which were trying to cover her face, and watch her cheeks flush crimson with extreme embarrassment. I wanted to want to wantonly caress and taste every inch of her skin. Even if Lady Rhea begged for mercy in a way that was neither elegant nor cool, almost like she was about to cry, I wouldn't forgive her. Unless she could recite every single line of the script I had written, every wrong word would be met with a perfectly timed bite as punishment—

"Chang Rong, are you...are you alright?"

Ryota Hasumi's cheerful greeting turned slightly worried. She moved closer to Chang Rong, her loyal and concerned eyes, like those of a dog, staring directly at the white-haired boy.

"Um...! I, I'm fine, Rhea-sama."

Chang Rong gritted her teeth and shook her head vigorously, trying to dispel all those inexplicable thoughts.

"Is Chang Rong worried about Meruru? If so, I have a method here that can quickly adjust this negative mindset of 'being powerless to help the patient and can only watch helplessly'!" Ryota Hasumi held up a finger, humming as she tried to teach Chang Rong how to quickly adjust her mindset.

"No, no need, Lady Rhea—!"

Chang Rong simply ran away in an extremely disheveled and impolite manner, unilaterally ending her conversation with Ryota Hasumi in this way.

"Huh...?"

Leia blinked, somewhat bewildered by Chang Rong's unusual behavior.

As for Chang Rong, after he hurriedly left Renmi Ryoya's side, he encountered Tono Hannah.

"Chang Rong? I heard you were seriously injured... but Meruru has healed you, is that right? People aren't so resistant to life these days, so don't push yourself too hard!"

"Miss..."

Looking at the blonde girl in a Lolita lace dress with twin ponytails standing in front of him, pretending to be angry and trying to persuade him to be careful, Chang Rong just wanted to reach out and grab the twin ponytails next to her head. If he did that, Hannah would definitely float up crying because of the pain, right?

Then he could press himself firmly against her, forcing Hannah to carry him higher and higher until they reached a height no one could touch. Under the blue sky, he would indulge in pampering this fake young lady until she could no longer maintain her facade, until her legs trembled and she could no longer float, only slowly descending to the ground, blushing and panting shyly.

"Boom!!!"

"Wa ...

"No, that's not it... Well, never mind it, young lady!"

Chang Rong suddenly banged his head against the door to calm himself down, but his performance art startled Hannah so much that she quickly apologized, wondering if she had said something wrong.

After leaving Tono Hannah's side, just around the corner, Chang Rong encountered Tachibana Sherry, a delicate, intelligent girl with a blue, sickly appearance.

"Hey hey~! Congratulations Chang Rong on your safe return from mine clearance—seriously, this kind of mine clearance activity should be considered detective work, right? Don't steal Sherry's job anymore, you're so sulky~! At least bring Sherry with you next time!"

When Shirley Tachibana saw Chang Rong, she smiled and waved to greet him, then pretended to be angry and threw a tantrum.

Seeing the blue-haired girl's feigned anger, Chang Rong just wanted to pounce on her by the pool, letting the weeds sting and scratch her fair skin, letting the mud and dust splatter on her. Anyway, with just a slight movement, the clear water would wash away the filth from both of them.

I long to pin her down, basking in the delicious taste of her helpless and desperate expression after she loses her strength; I long to see her perpetually goofy, sunny face shed little pearls from shyness and overwhelmed movements. I long to ask her, as a detective, how she deduces her next attack location, and if she guesses wrong, she'll be punished twice over—

"Next time, I'll definitely do it again...!!"

Chang Rong rubbed her cheeks vigorously, taking advantage of the brief moment of clarity brought on by the pain to run away.

“Hmm—v—…”

Shirley stared blankly at Chang Rong's direct response, which was almost indistinguishable from saying "I'm not interested in you, conversation over." Although she still had a smile on her face, veins slowly appeared on the back of her hands and forehead.

I really love you, I really do.

"Xiao Rong? I heard you were looking for me? Well, actually... I also have something I'd like to talk to you about—"

She longed to bury her face in the older man's chest and nuzzle against him. Even if he was shy and unwilling, he'd surely endure it and agree. Then she could take advantage and make him realize that sometimes unconditional love only leads to unconditional demands. Eventually, by the time she realized what was happening, she'd already become his complete slave…

"Chang Rong, I also found some white chocolate in the warehouse. Um... which flavor do you prefer...?"

I really want to smear cream all over Nanoha Kurobe's body; she's so shy, she'd be too embarrassed to even speak.

Unfortunately, this little bastard is the type who has absolutely no idea how to refuse others. Even if I smeared every inch of her skin with cream and chocolate, Nanoha would probably just blush and beg for mercy in a low voice, without even having the strength to resist.

After I've finished making and eating this dessert of hers, will she still claim to be a master at baking? I bet just hearing the word "baking" will make her cheeks burn and she'll immediately hide under her hat and crouch down.

"Rongrong, Noah plans to start by retraining himself by drawing eggs..."

I wish Noah could take off all those fancy clothes, leaving only her pure white, clean, and spotless self, and use her soft and petite body as a paintbrush to create works of art on a blank canvas, until the splashing liquid outlines the last stroke. Would she then nestle in my arms, feeling proud of myself for creating such a painting?

"Onii-chan, um... if it's okay tonight, how about...?"

I really want to hold Coco in my arms and rub her endlessly. Would she meow and try to break free because of this intense stimulation? No, if it were Coco, she would just melt away in my embrace. Even if she lost all strength to meow, if it were Coco, she would only smile at me and say things like, "As expected of Onii-chan, I love Onii-chan the most," to keep my advances going—

"Uh...no, something's not right...!"

Even a jellyfish like Meruru, which breeds jellyfish, would probably be able to sense something amiss by now.

Chang Rong tugged at the strands of hair hanging down her temples and shook her head like a rattle drum, trying to dispel the endless stream of terrible thoughts that kept popping up.

Even if a warden or an older sister—someone completely unrelated to 'romanceable characters'—appeared in front of him at this moment, he would probably have absurd thoughts like 'small animals are more comfortable to use' or 'selling play is more fun and exciting'.

I'm definitely doing something wrong...! This isn't something that can be solved by taking a shower; I need to figure out a solution quickly... Anyway, I can't keep wandering around outside like this...!

Ignoring Ze Du Ke Ke's surprised look, Chang Rong had a clear goal this time and ran straight towards her room.

Before this inexplicable 'abnormality' subsides, to make sure I don't actually cause any trouble, I should just stay in my room for now!

Chang Rong covered her head and ran in a disheveled state toward the goblin room, which she had already decided to use as her bedroom. Fortunately, she did not encounter any other prospective witches along the way.

The room was now in front of her. Chang Rong pushed open the door, entered the room, closed it, and prepared to lock it from the inside.

"Well, um... let me make this clear first, I didn't have any intention of that... I just... I just needed to talk to you about something."

"—Arisa?"

Before Chang Rong could lock the door, the girl's voice that suddenly came from behind him made him freeze on the spot.

Following the sound, a mysterious arsonist with white hair and red eyes, Arisa Shito, wearing a hood and mask that almost completely covered her face, was standing in the center of the room for some reason.

Arisa Fujito looked away with a somewhat embarrassed expression. She held up her mask with one hand and scratched her head through the hood with the other, trying to ease the awkwardness.

"Um... I actually wanted to ask if you know where else I can get sleeping pills... You seem to be quite close to Shirosaki and Hikami, so... you should know where else they might be hiding sleeping pills, right?"

Arisa Fujito spoke in a low, embarrassed and shy voice. Although she tried to put on a fierce and threatening look, her inherent kindness made it impossible for this hedgehog girl to appear fierce when she knew she was in the wrong. In the end, she could only ask in a not-so-soft tone.

"..."

"Uh... Chang Rong?"

The white-haired boy in front of her didn't respond, but silently walked up to her. Arisa Fujito was somewhat confused. She mustered her courage and looked up to try and see what was going on, but the moment her eyes met those grey eyes—

thump!!

"Ugh...!?"

Arisa was suddenly tackled onto the bed without warning. Her hands were pinned to the soft mattress by the white-haired boy in front of her, one on each side. Her upper body was also pinned down by Chang Rong. Although she tried to struggle with her legs, no matter how much she kicked, her thick black boots couldn't find anything to hold onto. Instead, her tattered robe became even more precarious after all the struggling, as if it would be completely torn off with the slightest tug.

"Wait, wait a minute... Waaah—no...!"

Arisa Fujito tried desperately to turn her head away, but the boy in front of her seemed like a completely different person.

He forcefully lifted Arisa's hands, placing them crossed above her head. With one hand, he continued to hold the girl's hands down, while his free right hand ignored Arisa's cries and struggles, tearing off the hood that Arisa usually used to cover up and escape herself.

"What...what are you trying to do...!? No, you can't take it off—"

Arisa, now without the protection of her hood, became even more panicked. She twisted her head back and forth, trying to struggle and delay, but Chang Rong still managed to roughly tear off her mask.

In an instant, Arisa's fair and lovely face, which had nothing to do with 'fierceness', was completely exposed to the boy.

"Damn it, I'm going to kill you... I'm really going to kill you...!"

Arisa helplessly uttered meaningless threats, but Chang Rong didn't care at all. After pulling off the cumbersome hood and mask, the white-haired boy didn't say a word and directly lowered his head to 'silence' Arisa in the most hardcore way.

"Ugh—Waaaaah!?—!!!??"

Arisa Wisteria's legs kicked desperately, then suddenly straightened out—before collapsing completely.

"Um, you...you...please...please don't hold back, use this woman as you please..."

After that feignedly tough exterior was forcibly torn away, the inner self that Arisa Fujito had tried to protect was completely exposed. Her cheeks were completely flushed, and her feigned fierce red eyes melted away, leaving only a soft and tender appearance that evoked pity.

Arisa stopped struggling and resisting, revealing her shyness and her desire for 'whipping' to Chang Rong without reservation.