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

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"Actually, when I think about it carefully... I've always been more into Basque cakes than crepes."

Chang Rong sighed and shook her head sadly, saying softly. Bao Shengma, on the other hand, had a look of utter disbelief, as if to say, "Who would understand any of this?!"

“If the example doesn’t fit in the future, you can actually choose to remain silent, right, Chang Rong?” Marge said with a smile, but her tone carried a threatening undertone of ‘I’ll strangle you if you say that nonsense again.’

"I'm sorry..." Chang Rong quickly apologized, thinking it best not to use empathy or examples indiscriminately next time.

"Really—what I'm trying to say is that the prospective witches who have been endowed with witch genes are actually more or less 'problem children' who were troubled by certain nightmares in their original lives. Now that they can come to such a remote island far away from society and the past...won't some of them want to give up everything and stay here? And those who have these thoughts, will they be forced to silently accept such an ambiguous ending because of the majority's influence?"

When Baosheng Mag said those words, his fingers unconsciously touched his arm. Under the cover of the purple and black checkered kimono, those small, old scars were at least concealed.

“I’ve noticed An’an. Surprisingly, she and I have quite a few similarities. If it were her, deep down she would probably also want to choose to escape from her life, right?”

"So, Marge, that's why..."

"So I set a little trap to make Natsume Anan reveal her true thoughts and tell you herself: 'Stop trying the witch resurrection ritual, it will only hurt us if we continue.'"

"However... um... there were some minor deviations in the process." Marge looked away, her cheeks slightly flushed.

"Is it really 'small'!?" The mention of the library and An'an's one-night stand reignited Chang Rong's anger, which had been gradually subsiding. His dream of speedrunning the main storyline as a Sigma man was easily shattered by Mag.

"Oh dear... I have to admit, I did misjudge two things... It seems even con artists can make mistakes..." Marge rubbed her temples somewhat awkwardly. Arriving on Witch Island had at least given Marge the opportunity to experience the embarrassment of "hitting a wall with her con artist's tricks and getting exposed."

"The first thing is that I didn't expect that you, Brother Chang Rong, are such a precious treasure in An An's heart, to the point that she is willing to... to dedicate herself to you."

"And the second thing is—I didn't expect that the person who was left behind was actually just myself."

Marg's tone instantly became extremely low.

With her ability to manipulate people's hearts as a 'trickster', she could easily see that among those aspiring witches, many of them, like herself, faced past pain and setbacks and wanted to cope with them by 'escaping'.

But what Baosheng Mag didn't know was that this group of 'disillusioned' people, who thought they were also trapped in the pain of the past and could stay on the island to lick each other's wounds, were actually all moving forward without realizing it, leaving only him behind.

Baosheng Mag hates himself, hates his life, and hates everything he has experienced.

This witch's island is not a place of judgment, but a blessed land of rebirth. Here, she can forget everything from the past and have a fresh start.

But... it was a deception. Those who tried to stay here failed to forget everything, while the witches who intended to leave overcame their past scars and truly gained a new future.

However, in the process, I unknowingly drifted away from the group and became a kind of resentment lingering in the same place.

“If you’ve been worried about this… I’ve actually thought about what to do.”

Chang Rong moved closer to Bao Sheng Mag. He knew that Mag disliked being touched by men, so Chang Rong did not act as intimately as he did with An An and Hannah, but deliberately maintained a distance of about half an arm's length.

"Do you also want to make me the same sweet promises you made to An'an, Chang Rong, my little brother?"

Baosheng Mag thought her tone should sound slightly mocking, as if she were ridiculing Chang Rong. However, even Baosheng Mag herself didn't realize that, possessing the magic of [voice manipulation], if her tone were heard by others, no matter how they listened, they wouldn't hear any 'mockery'. Instead, it was filled with a sense of anxious expectation and hope.

Faced with Marge's self-righteous 'sarcasm', Chang Rong simply nodded seriously.

"Well, I've thought about it a lot. What should I do in this situation? How should I respond to get you, Mag, to agree to hold the witch resurrection ritual? And the way I can think of in the end is to make a promise."

"...So what do you want to promise, Brother Chang Rong?" The more serious Chang Rong's expression became, the more irritated Bao Shengma became. When her gaze met that of the white-haired boy in front of her, the complex emotions of expectation, feigned indifference, and nervousness were finally manifested in the form of 'irritation' in this con artist girl.

"I promise you, after the witch resurrection ceremony is over, and after the Great Witch resolves the problem of everyone's witch genes—I will stay with you on Witch Island until you change your mind."

“…What is this?” Baosheng Mag blinked.

"Oh dear... should I call it arrogance? Or is it growth after experiencing so much... Anyway, I can't leave you alone on the island, Mag, but I also can't convince you to leave with everyone. So I thought about it for a long time, and the solution I finally came up with is to stay here with you until you trust me enough, until you are willing to change yourself for me, willing to muster the courage to face your past scars, and willing to leave this island that belongs to witches and return to your former life."

Chang Rong rubbed her hair and explained somewhat embarrassedly.

His thinking was simple: for various reasons, he hadn't yet built up enough goodwill towards Mag, so he couldn't persuade her to look forward like he had with Annoya. After all, who was he supposed to talk to? Why should Mag listen to him?

Since that's the case, then I just need to stay with Mag for longer, raise her favorability level high enough, and when the time is right, I can persuade her to truly face her past self and reconcile with herself.

"This is... truly foolish, a suggestion so foolish it startled me."

After a brief silence, Baosheng Mag blinked and looked at Chang Rong with a surprised expression.

"Ugh... I'm sorry, but this is all I can think of right now... As long as you, Mag, are willing to continue the witch resurrection ritual, I can try other methods as well—"

"Oh, don't misunderstand, Chang Rong. What I meant by foolish is—if you stay here with me, what will the other prospective witches think~?"

A smile appeared on Baosheng Mag's face. It wasn't a fake smile to hide his inner feelings and thoughts, but a genuine smile that came from feeling 'happiness'.

"other……?"

"I mean, Brother Changrong—if you really do that, you'll easily be the target of everyone taking turns kissing your fans."

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!?"

Baosheng Mag smiled and whispered in Chang Rong's ear, and Chang Rong immediately made a sound effect of being hit.

Margaret's words were bad enough, but what was worse was that just a dozen minutes earlier, Hannah Tono, who was waiting outside the door, ready to serve dinner at any moment, had said the exact same thing to her. This almost confirmed the truth of Margaret's 'admonition'.

To lead everyone away from Witch Island and back to normal life, a witch resurrection ceremony must be held. To hold a witch resurrection ceremony, Mag's participation is required. To get Mag's participation, she needs to be given enough 'sense of security'. To gain her trust, she needs to spend time with her. But if she spends a lot of time with her... then the other prospective witches will definitely come running.

It might even eventually evolve into a situation where everyone chooses to stay on Witch Island for probation, taking turns using their positions seven days a week...

Wait, isn't this a dead end?

"Of course, Brother Chang Rong. There are ways to change this situation..."

Baosheng Mag revealed a wicked smile. She gently moved closer to Chang Rong. Although their skin was already pressed tightly together, to the point that Mag would feel disgusted and frightened, Mag, who was busy teasing the innocent rabbit, did not notice this at all.

"Actually, the solution is quite simple—"

"Whoa!? I have to interrupt you all... Noah suddenly—whoa whoa!!"

Clang!

Before Margaret could utter her fawning and seductive words, the bedroom door was suddenly flung open, interrupting the two. There stood Tono Hannah, a blonde girl with twin ponytails wearing a Chang Rong coat, who had been shoved into the bedroom along with the door by a 'water balloon' and collapsed to the ground in a disheveled state.

"Hannah!? What's wrong with you—and what does Noah mean by this...?"

Chang Rong was startled by Hannah. He was just about to get up to check on Hannah when his most adorable little darling, Noah Kinosaki, walked in.

"Rongrong, Noah finally found Rongrong—wait, what?"

Noah, her body devoid of color and holding an empty glass bottle, slowly stepped into the room. Her dark pupils looked at Chang Rong, her tone just beginning to show excitement at finding Chang Rong, but she was immediately interrupted by the sweet and lewd scene of Chang Rong and Baosheng Mag intertwined in her vision.

"Noah, why is your color fading?! And... uh—this isn't what you see!"

Chang Rong was startled by the early Disney Mickey Mouse color scheme of Noah, but he also realized his current awkward situation with Marge and quickly tried to explain.

"Hannah, completely naked and wearing a Rongrong coat, and Margot sitting on the edge of the bed, hugging and cuddling—yes, An'an was right—Noah can't take it anymore!!!"

She just said she "found her true self," but then she turned around and went to Hannah and Marge for monthly sex. It turns out that Rongrong doesn't lack desire in that area at all; she simply doesn't see herself as a potential partner!

Since that's how it is, since that's how it is... now that things have come to this, there's no other way but to commit adultery!

"Calm down, Noah! You're still a child—explain Mag to me!"

"Oh dear... This is a story you started yourself, Brother Chang Rong—[I don't believe that you, Noah, a stupid balloon, can handle my stupid monster, hmph hmph~!]"

Chang Rong originally wanted Mag, who was more eloquent and calmer, to explain, but after assessing the combat power of the now-obsessed Noah, Mag resolutely chose to retreat and flee.

In order to escape from the bedroom smoothly, Mag gave Noah another buff before making her escape.

As expected, after hearing An An's lines, which Mag had transformed into using magic, Noah exuded a dark, solidified astringent lust.

"Don't laugh at Noah...! Noah, Noah, Noah will show you right now!!"

"^q^way!? Calm down, Noah! I'm your father—Puwa!!"

Chang Rong's explanation was immediately interrupted by Noah's forceful attack. The seemingly delicate and clumsy girl had transformed into a licker, pinning Chang Rong down on the bed.

"Good luck, Chang Rong... Hmm!?"

Xiao Chunu's Baosheng Mag took advantage of the gap in Noah's Bloodrage attack to prepare to run away, but just before she was about to leave the bedroom, accompanied by a gripping resistance, Mag's ankle was suddenly grabbed tightly.

"I don't quite understand what's going on... but anyway, it's about to start, right...!"

Hannah grabbed Marg, covered her nose as she got up, her tone a little confused but mostly excited about the big one coming.

Although the memory has not yet been recovered, the mysterious excitement of "several girls and Chang Rong crammed together in the room" lingers, as if I had experienced a similar tense battle before.

"Ugh...! Let me go...!" Marg instantly showed a panicked expression. She was enjoying the forbidden feeling of repeatedly jumping around, rather than actually stepping into a minefield, especially one that looked like it was about to explode.

Although Marge didn't witness the whole process from the VIP seats like Coco did, she could still deduce from An An's pleading words and tone, as well as her subsequent appearance as if she had lost half her life, that the white-haired boy in front of her was clearly a textbook example of a hypocrite.

What's more, I had painstakingly stacked a bunch of buffs, attack speed, and Mejai's Soulstealer on him before this... If I were caught here, my life as a con artist would surely be over...

"Rongrong, look at me feeding Rongrong with grass—look!?"

Noah, who was clumsily wriggling on top of Chang Rong, was suddenly rolled over by Chang Rong and pinned to the bed.

No... wasn't it said that turning evil would make you three times stronger...? Noah, how come he feels like a nobody who was easily manipulated?

The mysterious sweet water had all been used up on the way here, and even the last bottle of drinking water had just been used to bump into the doorman Hannah. Now, with his hands empty, Noah looked at Chang Rong, who was slowly getting up, and a row of question marks appeared on his head for a moment.

The dark desire emanating from Noah was completely absorbed by Chang Rong, just like being sucked away by a range hood while smoking in the kitchen. She instantly transformed back into a cute, harmless, docile, and soft little balloon.

"Alright... since that's how it is... then so be it."

Chang Rong, who had pinned Noah to the bed, got up, took off his white shirt, ignored Margaret and Hannah who were still struggling and writhing, and walked straight to the bedroom door.

"reasonable--"

Click! Chang Rong locked the bedroom door from the inside.

"Only then—"

Click! Chang Rong closed the window tightly and drew the curtains.

"--aldult"

Chang Rong loosened her belt, turned her back to the only exit of the bedroom, looked at the three prospective witches in front of her, and said softly.

The Sigma man persona he had painstakingly maintained finally shattered and collapsed the moment Noah, the little cotton-padded jacket, pounced on him. What remained was only the berserk, monstrous white-haired rabbit, consumed by his obsession with collecting yellow waste and all the CGs.

"Then let me teach you the meaning of this sentence," Chang Rong said with a faint smile.

"...Mmm..." Tono Hannah swallowed, feeling incredibly nervous and excited, like someone riding a roller coaster slowly approaching its highest point before it takes off.

"No no no... No...?" Noah Shirosaki blinked frantically. She had never seen Chang Rong like this before, but at this critical moment, she suddenly recalled An An's half-dead, disheveled appearance, as if her body was about to fall apart.

"...Oh dear, can we make peace, Brother Chang Rong...?" Bao Shengma blinked. He who walks by the river will eventually get his shoes wet, but today it seemed he was about to be completely soaked...

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My stomach hurt, so the update is a bit late.

Thanks to Chenguang Moxin for the sudden, unexpected help!