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

Even after Emma lost her magic that controlled the life and death of all things, the pink and white puppy was still able to unleash amazing endurance and stamina in an attempt to entangle Chang Rong.

When An An discovered that she had lost her ability to hypnotize, all that remained for her was an even more panicked, confused, and desperate expression, because she finally realized that she had even completely lost the right to pause.

Not only that, the 'Drug-Induced State' hypnosis she had placed on herself was also stripped away by Chang Rong's magic immunity. Without this excuse, An An could only use her clearer and more rational mind to be forced to perceive the fact that she was being picked up and violated by Chang Rong. Until she was completely exhausted and lost consciousness, there was not even the slightest room for respite...

Fortunately, the 'monster' that An An mentioned wasn't actually as monstrous as described.

Realizing that if things continued, the next time the witch summoned her consciousness, she would probably have to take An'an to the court of judgment, Chang Rong, though feeling a bit like a village headman just starting out, put aside her displeasure and stopped what she was doing, finally giving the literary lady a long-awaited moment of peace and respite.

"If you keep creating projects and then run away with the mess, I'll keep messing with you, understand, An'an—uh, An'an?"

Chang Rong blinked, but the girl in front of her didn't give any response other than a slight panting sound, and her purple eyes completely turned into the shape of a mosquito coil.

"They only used 1%... I feel it's necessary to give An'an some basic physical training after we leave here..."

Looking at An'an, who remained unresponsive, Chang Rong sighed and rubbed her hair. She had already deliberately controlled herself, using less than a fifth of her strength from the previous encounter with Xiro Coco, yet An'an's duration was still incredibly embarrassing, not even as good as the weakling Coco-chan.

It seems that Natsume Anan is currently number one on the speedrunning list. The sickly type that Sherry talked about her whole life seems to fit Anan perfectly.

"But then again—why...!!"

After switching back from the seeding mode to the big head mode, Chang Rong carefully carried An An and settled her on the chair, gently covering her with his coat to keep her warm. Then he sat down to the side, covered his forehead with one hand, and began the routine 'regretful' session.

In a sense, this is a formulaic progression. 'Waaah, I shouldn't have let my guard down! I'm so sorry, Xiaoxue, I'm so sorry, Sherry, I'm so sorry, Shiro, I'm so sorry...' 'Hehe, just kidding, I'll take my pants off again next time.'

Just as a desperate army is bound to win, a desperate army is bound to lose, and a desperate army is bound to suffer, the cycle of Chang Rong, this Sigma man, being unable to hold on to his pants and inevitably falling back into Sigma is another truth on Witch Island.

"..."

Chang Rong glanced at An'an, who was fast asleep beside her, having used up six months' worth of exercise in advance. Her soft, chubby face was incredibly endearing. Only the most cruel, cold-blooded, and brutal person could so cruelly kill such a lovely girl, torturing her to exhaustion. That bastard wasn't even human!

"Beep beep-"

Just as Chang Rong was reflecting on which aspect of her situation she had mishandled that led to this outcome, her cell phone suddenly rang in the corner.

"【Ahem... Oh dear, how's Chang Rong doing?"

Marg's voice came from the other end of the phone. Although it sounded as confident and in control as ever, a closer listen revealed a hint of embarrassment and panic after making a mistake.

"..."

Chang Rong remained silent, only turning her head to glance once more at the girl beside her, whose chest was rising and falling gently.

"【Oh dear... don't give me the silent treatment! With your exceptional intelligence and emotional intelligence, Chang Rong, you should be able to handle our writer's advances quickly, right?】"

"Marg"

Chang Rong didn't respond, but simply uttered the other person's name softly.

"【……Um?】"

"I'm really unhappy and dissatisfied right now. And this dissatisfaction needs an outlet—once I've taken care of An'an, you're next, baby!!"

"【Hey? Wait a minute, Brother Chang Rong, I—】"

Click!

Chang Rong hung up the phone immediately and gently stroked An An beside her.

"Don't worry, An'an... Your sacrifice will not have been in vain. I will definitely bring the murderer who harmed you to justice!!"

Chang Rong clenched her fists and made a silent vow in her heart, filled with remorse.

It's clear that Chang Rong is also a hero who grows through experience. Right after killing An An in a one-on-one fight, she immediately learned An An's hypnosis magic and started self-hypnotizing (shifting the blame) on the spot.

Natsume Anan [99/100] → [100/100]

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266. We must not forget our generation, we must not abandon our generation…!

"Hmm...wait, stupid, stupid monster...?"

Natsume Anan opened her eyes groggily and the first thing she saw was Chang Rong, a white-haired boy sitting next to her, idly flipping through a book in his hand.

At this moment, Chang Rong remained motionless, his gaze fixed on the book. His light gray eyes revealed calmness and gentleness. Although he didn't fit the stereotypical image of a 'handsome and stylish man,' he could still be considered a quiet and attractive man at first glance.

However, this seemingly gentle and refined guy was, in the moments before losing consciousness, a completely disobedient and indifferent criminal who cared nothing for his own physical pleasure...! It truly shows that appearances can be deceiving.

Although it was partly due to my careless words that caused the other person to become furious, it didn't warrant being lifted up and made to do all sorts of things! Rather, the fact that this guy was able to put himself on the desk instead of continuing to hold him up was one of the few humane things this sadistic rabbit had done!

Thinking of the unspeakable ordeal she had just suffered, An'an's lovely, fair cheeks flushed red. She had imagined many sacred and tender moments in her mind, but when she actually experienced it, she found that the process was neither sacred nor tender... After her words caused trouble, Natsume An'an felt that she was no longer an ordinary, naive girl, but a tool given a certain mission...

No matter how you look at it, what just happened was definitely abnormal! This guy is truly a complete psychopath, a bastard, a scoundrel, a monster!!

An'an buried her head in her already messy, loose dress, pouted, and started to get angry on her own.

"Ah, An'an, you're awake—uh, well..."

After hearing the cooing of the white-feathered pigeon spirit beside her, Chang Rong shifted her gaze from her book to An An. The two exchanged a brief glance, but then immediately fell into an awkward silence.

Just as An An said, although the trap was set by Mag, the self-hypnosis was done by An An, the act of pinning herself to the ground and seducing her with tears was also done by An An, and even the declaration of war by the little imp who increases attack speed was done by An An first—but even if An An did so much, in the end it was still herself who killed An An!

"Idiot... big idiot... I'm going to write you down in my little notebook, and portray you as an utterly wicked and depraved villain, so that everyone who reads my books will know that there was such a guy who harmed innocent girls on Witch Island..."

The soft, limp creature huddled in her bathrobe spoke in a low voice, her fluffy white hair bobbing back and forth like a rattle drum.

"Please don't let me become famous this way, okay, my great writer..."

Chang Rong could only try to soothe An An's emotions by stroking her fur, while praying that the other party could find another way for her to become famous.

"Hmph... Only now do you realize how terrifying I am? Too bad! You stupid monster, you've become my target. I will expose your evil deeds and let everyone see—everyone else... um..."

An An suddenly popped her head out and looked at Chang Rong with a fierce expression, but she paused halfway through her sentence and muttered the words "others" to herself.

“I…I don’t want to give you to someone else.”

After a brief silence, An'an finally calmed down her sullen mood, and vented a lot of the anger she felt from being used as a Fiji cup by Chang Rong.

Those light purple eyes looked at Chang Rong, and An An's tone carried a childlike, coquettish voice.

Is An'an scared?

Chang Rong moved her chair closer to An An. After noticing that the fiery-haired girl had gradually calmed down, Chang Rong also moved closer, carefully stroking her fluffy hair while asking softly.

"……Um"

This time, An'an didn't argue or refute. She nodded very obediently and then looked at Chang Rong with her big, watery eyes.

"I've always felt that I have to make that stupid monster do something, that I have to make myself more 'special' and more 'irreplaceable'. Only in this way can I keep that stupid monster by my side. That's why I did what I did just now, drinking all the water in one go and even hypnotizing myself to the point of being drugged. All of this is my effort to keep you here."

“But…we also know very well that you, you stupid monster…you’ve never been the kind of guy who only focuses your attention on one person.”

An'an lowered her head and leaned gently against Chang Rong's chest, whispering something.

Although Natsume Anan is naive and sometimes appears domineering and willful, she is not a fool who lacks self-awareness.

An An has always felt that other people's affairs have nothing to do with her. Whether in the original world or in this isolated island castle called Witch Island, she doesn't need to build good relationships with other people or have any interaction with them. Having one or two servants who can 'serve' her is enough.

Everyone is a fool who can be easily hypnotized... If that's the case, then why don't we just ignore everyone and leave them alone?

This idea made An An's possessiveness even stronger than that of the other prospective witches, and it even led to a tragic fight between them during the first witch trial.

An An was self-aware. She knew very well that no one would deliberately approach her because she was gloomy, liked to sulk, and had no redeeming qualities, unless the other party was either a pushover or a complete idiot—like Milia, or the white-haired boy beside her at the moment.

The reason I am able to get so close to Chang Rong now is because Chang Rong doesn't care about my willful side. It is his kindness that takes everyone into consideration that has enveloped and changed me.

But now I hope he will put away this kindness and become a monster that belongs only to me... That would be too willful.

She was just one of countless aspiring witches who had been changed by Chang Rong, just like that blue-themed fool who at first glance seemed like a malfunctioning robot. Through her interactions with Chang Rong, she was gradually softened and changed, slowly moving in a better direction.

And that's why... Natsume An'an knew perfectly well that the boy who was gently embracing her at this moment could never become her possession, no matter what she did with him in the library, even if she did things that were full of special meaning.

After realizing this, An'an didn't act spoiled or throw a tantrum. She turned her head and snuggled into Chang Rong's arms, a smile returning to her lips.

"I... won't record all those monstrous things you did that would get you electrocuted, you stupid monster. So, in exchange, you can't just forget about me and go off and get into a fight with some stranger... How about that?"

She couldn't, and shouldn't, keep him by her side forever, so she could only use this childish pinky promise to try and gain a little more weight in his heart.

"An'an—you've really grown up."

Upon hearing the girl in his arms' words, Chang Rong was first taken aback, then revealed a kind and gratified smile like that of an old father as he rubbed An An's hands.

"W-what?...I've always been very mature!"

"After all, if it were the old An'an, she would definitely put her hands on her hips and put on a smug expression at this time, saying something like, 'Become my dog ​​for life, or I'll hypnotize you'—oohhhhhh!!?"

"That, that's not who we are...!"

When Chang Rong was giving an example, An An suddenly got angry, her face turning red as she desperately grabbed Chang Rong's chin to try and stop her.

"Don't portray me as some kind of hypnotic brat... I am a mature, steady, and future great writer who already knows what romantic love between men and women is!"

Following Chang Rong's prediction, An An struck a pose with her hands on her hips and chest out, defiantly puffing out her cheeks.

However, Chang Rong was right. After hearing his praise, An An realized that she could now communicate with others properly using her voice, and she rarely used [hypnotic magic] to threaten or quarrel with others anymore. This must be the growth he was talking about.

If only some of these could grow in other places too...

An An secretly glanced down at her own airport, where she was sitting at the same table as Emma and ready to take off at any time, and frowned inwardly.

Although Chang Rong's actions during the previous heart-to-heart talk were so rough and intense that An An barely remembered anything except for the snoring and pleas for mercy, some moments still remained vivid in her memory. One such moment was when Chang Rong threw her onto the desk, and An An's left hand instinctively tried to grab her chest but missed.

The complex look in Chang Rong's eyes at that moment, a mixture of surprise, disappointment, and a hint of sympathy, remained vivid in An An's memory even as she was about to lose consciousness. Even now, thinking about it still makes her grit her teeth and feel resentful.

No, no, that's not right. The quality of writing and the depth of a work do not depend on whether the language is ornate. Therefore, whether a person has charm and so-called femininity certainly has no necessary connection with their outward appearance!

"In short, we feel that what just happened doesn't quite qualify as a normal interaction between a man and a woman..."

An An lowered her head halfway through her sentence and muttered to herself, "If the experience of being hit by a storm and being pounded by luck is the common way for men and women to express their love... then doesn't that mean that almost 9% of the scenes in works are just childish and silly acting?"

As expected, Chang Rong's educational methods have an immeasurable negative impact on teenagers!

Seeing An'an striking a pose of deep thought again, Chang Rong smiled, gently cupped the girl's cheeks, and brought their eyes together.

"Don't forget, we still have a promise, An'an?"

"A promise...?" An'an blinked as her cheeks were cupped in her hands.

“That’s right. After leaving this witch’s island, we’ll go back together to find your parents, An’an, and lift the hypnosis from them. After that, An’an will write a groundbreaking masterpiece and become a true, mine-made author, right?”

“Mom and Dad…the great writer…” An’an blinked. Those reasons that she thought Chang Rong had just made up to appease the magic controlling her seemed to have been truly engraved in the mind of this boy, becoming a promise and agreement that they had to keep.

"Yes, so An'an, you don't need to worry or be afraid. Even if we leave this witch's island, it doesn't mean we'll lose contact with each other. We still have so many things to take care of, so—don't worry about me leaving or disappearing. I'll always be by your side, waiting for you to become a truly independent and great writer, and share this joy with your parents."

Chang Rong gently held An An's slender hand and said in a calm but unquestionable tone.