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

Hiro interrupted Chang Rong, his smile growing wider.

She once stubbornly pursued the 'correct answer' to everything in the world, but Heero soon realized that it was impossible. She could not be everyone's hero, but at least... she could be a special existence in the heart of a certain boy—just as that boy existed in her heart in the same way.

"..."

The infirmary at night was only illuminated by the moonlight streaming in from the balcony. The soft light flowed quietly amidst the interplay of darkness and gloom, passing between the gazes of the boy and girl.

"Hiro, do I... really deserve to walk this path with you?"

Chang Rong spoke softly, asking the girl in front of her a question.

“Whether in the past, in the present, or in the future—you have always had this right, Chang Rong.”

Hiro reached out and grasped the boy's somewhat awkward hand, intertwining their fingers tightly.

"I gained the courage to go back in time because of you, and I went back here so that I could see your smile again. Chang Rong, you are special, you belong to me... a treasure that no one, not even time, can take away."

"...I understand. So—do you want to come?"

The last question was answered, and the excuse for unease had been crushed by Hiro himself. Chang Rong quietly asked the girl in front of him if she wanted to go with him to that strange, forbidden, yet infinitely alluring place at this moment.

"Hehe, you nagging old woman, you've finally spoken up."

Hiro smiled softly. She took off her white leather gloves, unbuttoned her black school uniform one button at a time, and slowly unbuttoned her pleated long skirt. Layer by layer, she shed her usual civilized armor, neatly folding and stacking the garments aside, one by one.

Before long, the black-haired girl in front of Chang Rong had revealed herself completely. Nikaido Hiro knelt at the foot of the hospital bed, a neat stack of clothes beside her. Although her cheeks were burning hot with a blush, she still maintained her elegant and dignified posture.

Slender but not thin, fair but not sickly, just like the life attitude that Hero upholds, her body is as perfect as a 'work of art' that has been carefully crafted and sculpted and refined countless times.

The boy and girl sat facing each other with such openness and honesty.

Treat each other with honesty and sincerity.

Honesty.

Tan —

"...So, so I have to go first?" Chang Rong broke the eerie silence. He swallowed hard, lowered his head, and asked in a low voice, occasionally raising his eyes to steal a glance at Hiro's overly magnificent body.

"Don't try to fool me... Oh right."

Hiro instinctively exhaled, but she immediately realized that the boy before her had not yet regained his memories. The dreamlike battle in the study, the fierce and evenly matched final where she narrowly lost, was a past that Chang Rong was unaware of.

Thinking of this, a cold smile appeared on Hiro's lips.

She lifted her buttocks and slowly crawled toward Chang Rong, sitting down with her legs spread apart, her smile becoming increasingly pronounced.

"Since you have absolutely no experience, you're a pathetic and pitiful Xiao Chunan, and you're too weak to do anything because of anemia, then there's no other way but for me to reluctantly 'serve' you. But don't you dare try to slack off, you idiot rabbit! Before you satisfy me, you'd better cooperate with my pace."

Hiro snorted coldly and declared in an irrefutable tone.

He is the one in charge who controls the pace, the one who can call a halt at any time, and a veteran who can easily bring him down.

With such advantages, what difference is there between a mere idiot rabbit and a lamb being led to the slaughter? The winner—in the end, is me!

Thinking of this, Hiro placed his hands on Chang Rong's body.

—Let me think, first of all, the preliminary part... What is this part usually about? Like this—like this? Or like this... No, it should be like this?

After making the bold statement "We will win!" before the match, Hiro lay on top of Chang Rong, touching and rubbing her left and right sides, licking her upper body and rubbing her lower body.

However... putting aside Chang Rong's subtle expression that was about to yawn, even Xi Luo himself felt that something was not quite right.

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Still on the tactical segmentation section

213. My Hero (Part 2)

—What's going on? Emma started it so easily back then, what was wrong with her... Damn it, didn't I get a perfect score in physiology class? Why am I not as skilled as idiots like Emma and Sherry?

Hiro pondered whether to stand firm and charge headlong into the enemy, or recklessly charge in to stun them. As she thought about it, she remembered the pink and white puppy. Back then, Emma had effortlessly built up the atmosphere and fast-forwarded to the "getting things done" part, so why was she struggling to make any progress on her end?

Is this what they call talent? Damn it... bad kid Emma, ​​evil Emma, ​​stingy Emma...!

"Wait...that's the feeling!"

“…Eh?” Xiluo blinked. Chang Rong, who had been about to yawn just moments before, suddenly perked up for some reason.

"Hero, you...you were so elegant and gentle just now, and you were so careful and restrained. I felt like something was off...but, it's definitely Heero who was about to explode and hiss just now!"

Chang Rong looked at Xi Luo with excitement, and at the same time, her light gray eyes gradually turned into a fanatical light.

"Huh? You're quite the talker. You're just a flimsy piece of trash, yet you act like you know it all. It's really funny—alright! Since you're so eager to be destroyed and killed by me, I don't need to bother with any formalities... You idiot rabbit, I'm coming straight for your life. Grit your teeth and hold on, crying won't help!!"

Hiro's anger was ignited. The image of a pure, innocent, and virtuous Yamato Nadeshiko that had just appeared vanished without a trace, like the moon's reflection in water, pushed away by the ripples created by his breath.

Hero was enraged! Hero charged in!

Herro had a huge advantage, Herro made a series of poor decisions, Herro made one blunder after another, Herro was struggling, Herro looked ashen-faced, Herro's life hung by a thread!

Hiro's attack was far from effective! The only effect it seemed to have was to increase Chang Rong's rage power from single digits to three digits.

What are you doing, Hiro? Stop with these nonsensical tricks and start learning from the basics of war.

Hiro had absolutely no idea what was going on. From her perspective, her opponent was a weak, anemic rabbit, while she was facing a seasoned veteran in top form. A weak, pathetic rabbit versus a seasoned, all-around veteran – it seemed like the advantage was right on her side!

However, the reality was completely different from what Heero had imagined. She couldn't even make a decent interaction like Emma had done before; it was a complete rout.

It felt like I had accidentally stumbled into a legendary, mysterious, dark, and enclosed space, and my entire being, along with my brain, was left with only one strange, fanatical thought, even wanting to shout it out—for Super Earth! Of course, this dark and enclosed space refers to the orbital launch bay, not some mysterious liquid cultivation pool with a sensitivity of 3000.

She didn't even have the extra energy to think about what was going on with this bizarre experience that felt like being trapped in an endless void. She had clearly prepared her rhythm and smooth combos in advance. If this idiot rabbit cooperated, she would give him a finishing move and end the night. If he didn't cooperate, she would show mercy and let Yideng continue the battle. But all of these pre-battle preparations completely dissipated with the current surge of Chang Rong's killing intent.

"You... wait a minute—this idiot rabbit... I already told you to go first—wait a minute!? Waaaaah... This, this isn't right!"

Emma didn't look this disheveled back then! And it wasn't described like this in the book! You should at least have pulled me aside a bit, let me refuse, then said a few sweet words, and then... ouch!?

What I learned in school wasn't like this at all! Rather, it seems like this guy has never started at the pace I originally envisioned. However, there's no use complaining now, so Hiro can only focus on biting his lip to keep himself from making any onomatopoeic sounds that have absolutely nothing to do with 'Yamato Nadeshiko'.

After a while—

"Huff...huff...Is it...all done...? I knew it, I knew it! You idiot rabbit, you just got lucky and had someone else deliver the startup; you don't actually have that kind of skill. No, but this is already...huff, already very good—"

"The space is too small; we can't operate freely."

“…Huh?” Chang Rong abruptly interrupted Hiro’s words, but Hiro failed to understand the meaning behind those words.

"Show some skill? What skill? You idiot rabbit, what skill do you want to show off? Don't pull me... This, this, this isn't the balcony—!?" Hiro was shocked. When she saw the scenery around the new battlefield, she immediately understood what Chang Rong meant by "not being able to show off." This place was indeed very suitable for showing off.

Hero was dragged to the balcony of the infirmary by the mysterious pile-driving rabbit. Under the witness of the starry sky, Hero awkwardly put his hands on the railing, even the last bit of breath he had left had disappeared...

"Almost, that's about right... You idiot rabbit... You'll have to settle this score later—what do you mean by 'just finished warming up'? Wait, wait a minute, hey!? You...you're kidding me, right? That was a warm-up? That was a warm-up?? You were clearly already..."

During the break in this BO3 series, Herro first taunted, then was shocked, confused, and then despaired.

No... I'm going to get killed, I'm definitely going to get killed by this guy...!! This guy isn't a normal human being, I have to run away—Waaaaah!!

Hiro tried to escape from the infirmary, but as soon as she reached the bedside, her ankle was grabbed by a wrist that suddenly reached out, and she heard a whisper from hell, 'Get over here!' The next second, she was suddenly and desperately dragged into the abyss.

Before she was completely devoured by Chang Rong, who had transformed into a mouth-and-human demon, Hiro's fingertips touched the phone on her clothes, and she desperately tried to dial a number—

Beep beep beep... Beep beep beep...

"What's wrong with you... at 1:30 in the morning..." Ze Du Ke Ke picked up the phone while rubbing her eyes.

"Infirmary, help—"

"...? Hello, Shiro... Shiro?" The pitiful voice on the other end of the phone instantly woke Zedu Coco. She didn't even have time to put on her coat before rushing to the infirmary on the first floor.

—The infirmary!? Isn't that where Onii-chan is? Hiro, Onii-chan! You two absolutely can't get hurt...!!

Wearing only her underwear, Coco didn't even have time to feel shy. She went to the vicinity of the infirmary and faintly heard sounds coming from inside the room, which seemed to be Hiro's sobbing and cursing, as well as his heavy breathing.

That's Hero...! How could Hero make that sound? What happened to her?! Was she injured? Or something else...?

Without a second thought, Ze Du Ke Ke rammed into the door of the infirmary.

During the second impact, Ze Du Ke Ke suddenly remembered that this voice... seemed familiar.

Where was that again? No, it wasn't just Heero's voice I heard; it sounded like there were other people with similar voices... Right, it was that scene—

Click!

Before Zedu Coco could piece together the fragments of memory into a complete image, the door to the infirmary was suddenly opened from the inside.

"Meow...?"

Zetsu Coco blinked. The person standing in front of her was a familiar ally of the 'Unbreakable Iron Alliance,' the other member of the duo who committed suicide, Nikaido Hiro.

However… at this moment, the only thing Hiro wearing that could be considered 'clothing' was the flower on her head and the small crown. Her once beautiful, waterfall-like black hair that reached her waist was now incredibly messy and disheveled. Her confident and proud face, which she always had, was completely ruined, leaving only that strange smile that was hard to describe, whether it was humiliation or pleasure.

"You must die too."

"Meow...!"

After saying just that one sentence, Hiro grabbed Zetsu Coco and dragged her into the infirmary, then locked the door again.

"Huh? Onii-chan... Waaaaaa!? Onii-chan, what's wrong with you—"

Zedu Coco saw her favorite 'brother', but no matter how you looked at him, he was extremely... excited.

"Ah, it's Coco-chan... Perfect timing, it's time to teach you what a normal sibling relationship is like..."

"Woo-meow-meow-meow—!?!"

Before Zetsu Coco even had a chance to ask a question, Hiro behind her disarmed her already low armor value with a single click.

What makes a good sister? A good sister is someone who never forgets to share good things with you. If she can't handle things alone, she'll drag you down with her, even if it means going to hell.

Such a wonderful friend is truly rare these days.

From "Stop pushing me!" to "Stop pushing them!" and now to "Stop pushing me!", Ze Du Ke Ke has steadily evolved into a single-fan.

—Galagrim shouldn't be like this! You should have been utterly defeated by me, crying and begging for mercy, saying, "Sister Hiro, I was wrong, I'll never dare to disobey you again," and then I'd sneer and say, "I'll spare you today, but you'll have to do it again tomorrow." After hearing that, you'd be so terrified you couldn't even stand up straight—not like me now, unable to even speak properly!

—Garagimuri shouldn't be like this, meow!? I should have left Witch Island with Onii-chan first, then lived together, and after a period of peaceful life, we'd travel together, make lifelong vows, and finally become true family with my friend as our witness. After that, we'd shyly but happily embrace in our room. Instead, I'm being suddenly dragged here in the middle of the night, inexplicably having to accompany my best friend while Onii-chan stacks up my manga!

Hiro and Coco were both unable to accept what was happening, as it was completely different from what they had originally envisioned.

As for Chang Rong, the person in question, she remained silent, only indulging in the long-term pleasure of consuming the two prospective witches. At the same time, she also experienced death reversal, returning to the old intelligence officer's body from the river of time with the witch factor.

Yes, kids, this is the real world. There's not much romance or fantasy, and certainly no flirting or chasing. If you're looking for those things, sorry, Witch's Island has none of that.

On Witch Island, there is only one truth: If you're going to kiss, then kiss! Why all the nonsense!

If you disturbed a harmless little animal, then you are responsible for calming it down again. As for how to soothe it, you'll have to figure that out yourself. Even if you have to call someone and ask your best friend for help, at least that will make you crawl out of bed the next day.

(P.S. It's said that posting unapproved content in the comments section might result in comments being locked. I apologize that you can't see the version before it was censored, but I've deleted it for now considering the risks.)