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

"【False testimony】: I sincerely believe that Kurobe-kun knows that I am not that kind of person."

I do feel that if Kurobe Nanoha saw this scene, there's a very high chance she'd immediately use her spear and elbow to send me flying without saying a word!

Even so, this is not a situation where we can laugh and joke around.

"In short, we absolutely need to find someone to help us—"

"Don't contact anyone else, Popsicle."

Tachibana Sherry rudely interrupted Chang Rong. This time, for some reason, the blue-haired detective's tone was unexpectedly rude, and he didn't even include those speechless, off-the-top remarks.

"In any case, let's not trouble everyone for now—okay?"

"……All right."

Even if Qi Zaiba was slow-witted, Chang Yirong could still sense that the monster in front of her, who was so obviously a fake human, did not want others to see her in her current state.

However, on another note, that person holding the phone, looking like a disgusting, contorted purple pig's trotter, with fifty forks (what is that thing?) scattered...

Chang Rong glanced at it unintentionally and noticed a twisted, eerie object that looked like it was being corrupted by a witch.

……

Oh, it's my own blood-suffocating hand that Shirley Tachibana was holding! That startled me; I thought someone had turned into a witch!

"Hey, don't lift it, it'll break!"

Chang Rong wasn't sure if Tachibana Sherry was a multi-headed monster, but he knew that if he stubbornly continued making phone calls to call for help, he would definitely become a monster with a severed hand.

Volume 1: 45. The little deer bumped into something.

"Hehe, my lower abdomen feels warm~"

"Uh……"

"It's like being filled with some kind of sticky, warm liquid, flowing and darting around inside with vibrant energy!"

"Uh uh..."

"Don't look at me like I've swallowed a fly, Mr. Popsicle! I'm telling the truth!"

"I just feel like if you keep talking, I'm really going to be sent to the next private room to keep working on the sewing machine..."

In the punishment room on the first basement level, Shirley Tachibana, wearing only a thin layer of clothing, sat on a small stool. She leaned back against the white-haired boy's chest, tilted her head back, and looked at Chang Rong with a cheerful smile.

However, Chang Rong completely ignored Tachibana Sherry's gaze, and just kept trying to clean the blue-haired detective's side wound with medicine and ointment as much as possible.

"Hey~~ Can you give me a slightly more interesting reaction? Did Ice Pop get taken over by Hiro?"

"If I were really Nikaido, at least that guy would never impulsively choose to protect the patient... Just bear with it, the wound is almost cleaned, I need to stitch it up."

Chang Rong took out a suture needle and tweezers that looked a bit like a fishhook from the first aid kit, wrapped them with thin thread, swallowed, and took a deep breath to adjust her heart rate.

When he was playing Escape from Ogre and got shot in the head and eye by a bot with a cheap gun, and smashed his keyboard in anger, he never imagined that the first aid and suturing tips he had looked up on Baidu out of curiosity about how to use the surgical kit in the game would one day come in handy in this way.

Is this karma? Because I played that lousy trick on Ze Du Ke Ke before, I've spent the whole day dealing with 'fishhooks'...

Because Tachibana Sherry absolutely did not want Chang Rong to call for help or take her to the infirmary, after hesitating and struggling, Chang Rong could only choose to try to stitch up Tachibana Sherry's wound himself.

In fact, Chang Rong couldn't make up her mind at first. After all, having surgery sounded too absurd and was not a choice that a normal person could make.

However, when he heard Shirley Tachibana say in a serious tone, "This kind of injury can be easily treated by just burning it with a fire poker," Chang Rong could only grit his teeth and say, "Big sister, please stop with your magic tricks, I'll figure out a way to handle it."

Humans seem to be mostly compromises.

Looking at the sewing 'fishhook' in her hand, Chang Rong felt like she was dreaming.

—3—Isn't this supposed to be a pretty boy with no redeeming qualities and a harem male lead, except for being kind and gentle? Why...why has it turned into a situation where I'm stitching up the wounds of a mysterious strong woman?

Who understands this feeling of redemption—the feeling of having arranged to play erotic games with a girl named Yizi, spending a wonderful night together, only to be dragged to the ICU and forced to participate in the rescue before you've even finished wearing your white coat and taken off your pants?

But as an ancient Chinese proverb says: "Since we're already here..."

"Waaah—"

When the fishhook pierced her skin and the thin line forcibly pulled the skin together, the blue-haired girl let out a short whimper.

"He keeps saying he doesn't care about the pain, but he's clearly terrified of it." Chang Rong carefully tried to convince herself that it wasn't stitching up a wound but sewing up his underwear, while using casual conversation to distract herself from the stress.

"Seriously...who isn't afraid of pain! I just—don't care about pain."

Shirley Tachibana wiped the cold sweat from her forehead and forced a smile as she cheerfully responded to Chang Rong.

"Pain is a warning signal from the brain to the body, right? But... I've been receiving this signal for so long, it's been so noisy, so I... smashed the warning system, is that it?"

"If the pain of warning cannot be avoided, then what is the point of such a warning... um... even the 'pain' itself must be meaningless. Hehe... Popsicle-kun must think I'm weird, right?"

"Yeah, it's incredibly weird—"

Chang Rong used scissors to cut off the excess thread, took a deep breath, and wiped the sweat from her forehead.

Thank goodness, in a way it's not much different from sewing up underwear. Of course, the most important thing is Tachibana Sherry's extraordinary tolerance for pain.

If it were someone like Lao Wu, who could perform emergency breathing, street dance, chewing, and wearing cat-ear headphones, Chang Rong estimated that he would definitely not be able to pretend to stitch up the wound.

"So, what kind of existence do you think you are, Orange? Are you 'an ordinary girl who is a little abnormal'? Are you 'a narcissist who is unique and one of a kind in the whole world'? Or are you 'a pseudo-object who does not understand the human heart at all and just acts according to universal logic'?"

After wrapping the wound with bandages again and again, Chang Rong took out a towel and placed it on the blue-haired detective's head, wiping the sweat from her forehead like kneading dough—a kind of head pat in a broader sense.

"Ugh—Popsicle-kun is such an idiot! Who asks a girl about her feelings so bluntly?" Shirley Tachibana complained, her hair all messed up from being rubbed.

"I...I...I'm Chu Nan, what did I do to you...!! How can you call someone an idiot for being a master like Gara Gemu?!" Chang Rong retorted immediately, her face flushed.

Before he could even properly woo a girl, he'd already leveled up his clinical surgery and courtroom perjury experience points. That's quite an anomaly in the Chu Nan region.

"Hmm—I guess I'm not human after all?"

After a moment of contemplation, the blue-haired detective girl rested her chin on one hand and responded thoughtfully.

—For a fleeting moment, I saw a god who longed to become human.

"Would a real human being unhesitatingly raise a fist at another? Only a pseudo-human incapable of feeling could do such a thing, right? To treat the act of taking lives so lightly as a joke is itself a disgrace to humanity, isn't it?"

"Hmm...maybe so." Chang Rong still feels a little scared when she thinks about how Tachibana Sherry attacked without hesitation.

"Right, right~ So I'm probably not human—Pfft!"

"Don't aggravate the wound. Also, put on some clothes first."

Shirley's cheerful words were interrupted by Chang Rong throwing her a coat at her.

"But Ju-kun, you're not as amazing as you say, at least that much I'm sure of."

"Oh? Is that so? So, the detective's evidence game is about to begin!"

While changing her clothes, Tachibana Sherry excitedly kept asking questions.

"Unfortunately, this is just my one-sided argument."

Chang Rong shrugged and snorted coldly, while simultaneously looking away.

—It's strange, I didn't feel anything when I saw Tachibana Sherry almost stripping herself naked before, but now when I see her clumsily putting on clothes and a dress, I find it cute...?

"Hmph! Hmph! Hmph! That's impossible! With a cute, handsome, intelligent, elegant, beautiful, and powerful detective like me around, I won't let you succeed in your sophistry... Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!"

Shirley Tachibana wanted to point at Chang Rong, but she gasped because she touched her wound.

"Apart from [Powerful], none of the other attributes match up... Forget it, just sit down and I'll help you."

Chang Rong sighed and moved the small stool back, indicating that Ju Shirley should behave herself and not move around, and that he would help her change her clothes.

"Hey, then I'll have to trouble you, Popsicle Guy!"

Without much hesitation, Tachibana Sherry happily sat down in front of Chang Rong again. Chang Rong then carefully and skillfully helped the sick girl put her clothes back on.

As Chang Rong knelt in front of Tachibana Sherry, holding the smooth, cool, and breathable black stockings, and slowly wrapped them around the blue-haired detective's calves, close to her delicate feet, Chang Rong realized that this time she seemed to have a slightly different opinion, though it was far from reaching the level of 'impulse'.

Although I am indeed striving to become like Master Galakrond, I don't intend to become a mysterious, sadistic man like Lance who is invincible solely because of his younger brother.

The feeling at this moment is more like a bewildered yet excited, bewildered yet expectant heartbeat.

Wait a minute, isn't this exactly the saccharine, youthful romance I've always dreamed of?

It's a compliment for the great success of the surgery, right? I finally got to truly experience the innocent, butterflies-in-the-butterfly-fluttering feeling of youth, without any messy situations interfering.

It's just a pity... sigh... it had to be Tachibana Sherry.

Chang Rong secretly looked up and glanced at the blue-haired detective sitting on the chair. Although she couldn't see the other person's expression clearly from the upward angle, Chang Rong could easily imagine that she had that silly smile on her face as always.

If it were Emma, ​​she'd probably be blushing bright red by now, whimpering and twisting around, stammering as if she wanted to say something but couldn't get it out.

These kinds of girls are the most interactive. At first, they'll shyly reach out to try and stop you, but as soon as you show the slightest bit of assertiveness, they'll immediately back down, covering their faces with their hands to try and make themselves seem less shy and embarrassed. Then they'll obediently move their bodies to follow the angle of the changing clothes, and finally, after you've changed, they'll squat in the corner, stammering and refusing to leave with you. But when it's really time to leave, they'll hurriedly follow you, panting heavily.

If it were Heero... uh, that won't do, someone's going to die. Kurobe... that won't do either, someone's going to die. Rhea-sama... damn, the atmosphere's completely ruined!

The thought of the black, hissing cat, the mysterious female sniper with her hard, black, and big stick, and the golden retriever with its inexplicably funny face, instantly extinguished Chang Rong's hard-won feelings of youthful romance.

—Sigh, I should at least have recorded this scene and sent it to Hero so she could see how skilled I am at changing other people's clothes, and that it's not just nonsense!

In the end, the innocent and naive deer of youth vanished in an instant, and Chang Rong honestly transformed into a ruthless changing machine.

"..."

That's why he didn't notice the fleeting blush that appeared on the super-strong detective's cheeks when he put the platform boots on Tachibana Sherry's feet.

Volume 1: Chapter 46. The Monsters' Detective Agency (3K)

Previously, it was also in the punishment room, but Shiro rejected Chang Rong's attempts to get dressed. Now, after all this time, she finally got to satisfy her dressing-up cravings with Tachibana Sherry.

—But this guy… actually looks quite cute.

Her eyes were clear and bright like amber, and her long, thin neck was covered with strands of blue hair that hung down her temples. She hummed a cute, unknown tune from her small mouth, and her legs swayed back and forth with the music. The black stockings on her right leg and her fair left leg moved in rhythm, like the black and white keys on a piano.

At first, Chang Rong searched for a long time for another pair of black stockings, only to realize that Tachibana Sherry only had one.

Chang Rong was initially annoyed by the mess, but considering Mei Hualu's fashion sense, she chose to forgive her.

Moreover, Chang Rong finally understood why he now found Tachibana Sherry cute: because at this moment, Tachibana Sherry no longer had that overly pungent 'inhuman feeling'.

She was just like an ordinary, innocent, and cheerful girl, with her own worries and troubles, as well as wonderful memories that made her smile.

That's precisely why I need to refute her definition of me as inhuman.

After all, it's more motivating to win over a detective girl than a malfunctioning robot.