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

Thanks to hjhwal·Centipede for the testimony!

276. Stinky Balloon, don't randomly pull monsters! What if we wipe?!

Hannah Tono's monologue—

For a long time, I believed that someone like me, who indulged in selfish fantasies, even confused reality, and personally 'murdered' my infant sister, was neither worthy of dreaming of happiness, nor worthy of becoming the princess I longed for in my dreams, nor could I ever become the heroine in someone's story.

But… I was wrong. When I was inexplicably captured and brought to this prison island that claimed to be hosting a witch trial where everyone was fighting each other, and I thought my life was about to plummet into despair—it was at this moment that I truly encountered my own happiness. And it was then that I realized I had always possessed the courage to pursue happiness and to face my true self.

I too can become a radiant princess, just like in the comics, belonging only to a 'knight'. I too can float freely in the clear sky, fully enjoying the happiness of being enveloped in this warmth.

However, the only problem is... my 'knight' seems to be slightly different from how he's portrayed in those comics—

"A true young lady wouldn't show any distress over such a small setback, much less run away like a cowardly lizard! Show some awareness as a young lady and keep trying to hold this position for another 30 minutes!"

"Half, half an hour...!? Desuwa, you really will die...!!"

The elegant knight, who should have been diligently protecting himself from harm, suddenly turned evil on the spot, as if he had pulled out Frostmourne. He completely ignored Hannah Tono's pleas and continued to grab Hannah's golden twin tails, cosplaying as Don Quixote while riding a horse and issuing orders.

Sweat dripped from Tono Hannah's forehead, staining the sheets with her skin and causing a thin layer of mist to rise from them. She desperately tried to maintain her levitation magic, but the invincible magic that had once easily lifted Chang Rong high into the air and then dropped him into orbit was now like a remote control that had run out of power. No matter how hard she tried, she could only barely keep him suspended above the bed.

"If the plane crashes, then this is the end, Miss? You don't want your precious first time to end so abruptly, do you?"

"Good morning, I hope it ends soon... Waaah... No, stop moving around...!"

Chang Rong whispered in Hannah's ear with a wicked tone, biting her earlobe as she spoke. Hannah's cheeks flushed instantly, and she trembled and tensed her body. Although she said she didn't like this kind of play, her body honestly gritted its teeth and tried to keep her skin from touching the already soaked sheets, trying to prolong the moment.

There were three things about this so-called 'first experience' that Tono Hannah had never expected.

First, she hadn't expected that what Chang Rong had said to her in the sky was actually true. Her levitation magic really would fail when she was in close contact with Chang Rong. Especially when she mustered up the courage to blush and ask Chang Rong to let her become a truly qualified girl, she almost crashed on the spot. If Chang Rong hadn't been 'prepared' and hadn't explored slowly instead of rushing in, Hannah probably would have really left like a Mamba.

As it continued, Chang Rong, in her mischievous and wicked rabbit mode, deliberately controlled the frequency and intensity, keeping the witch factor within Tono Hannah at a very low level. She couldn't use levitation magic to escape, yet she wasn't completely silenced. She could only grit her teeth and endure this precarious, levitating position, letting Chang Rong continue to use her as a 'transportation tool' like a hovercraft.

Secondly, she didn't expect that Chang Rong really didn't 'care' about her at all.

Even when she finally decided to remove her clothes, Tono Hannah was still a little uneasy. She was afraid that her infatuation was just a one-sided, fruitless love, and she was even more afraid that when Chang Rong saw her rough, dry skin, worn down by life and covered with wounds, beneath her gorgeous clothes, he would hate and reject her.

But the result was completely different from what Hannah had expected. Chang Rong not only didn't care about his rough and unsightly skin caused by years of high-intensity labor, he didn't even care about his malnourished body from the high-intensity labor!

What kind of knight in a comic book would use a princess as a paraglider?! And in such a brutal and utterly heartless way! This idiotic rabbit isn't a normal human being; she's the embodiment of sadistic lust and perverse pleasure...!

If this were the kind of comic I knew, the next scene would definitely be the princess making a dashing transformation, blasting the monstrous 'villain' away with a single punch, and striking a beautiful, cool, and dazzling pose to declare victory. But this isn't a comic book world after all—

"Waaaah... It's really, really not working... Pfft...!"

With Chang Rong's unauthorized trespassing once again, the sheltered and naive princess was completely powerless to resist. She fell heavily onto the wet sheets with a soft thud, her face showing resentment, humiliation, and the relief of 'it's finally over'.

However, to her surprise... Chang Rong suddenly gently cupped her cheeks, and his light gray eyes looked incredibly bright.

"You've done your best, Miss. As a reward, you can rest for five minutes, and then we'll start the second round later."

"Ugh...!? The second...?" Tono Hannah's eyes widened instantly, as if she had heard something incomprehensible and unbelievable.

“That’s right, and while you’re resting, Miss, Noah will take care of things a bit—”

"Nono nono...!?"

Chang Rong gently placed Hannah on the bed, then his burning, sharp gaze immediately swept over the colorful little balloon, Noah Shirosaki, who instantly let out a flustered cry of surprise, as if the balloon had burst.

Before she collapsed from exhaustion, Tono Hannah saw Chang Rong lunge at Noah.

As mentioned earlier, three things happened to Hannah that were completely unexpected, and the third one was that Noah Kinosaki was much worse than she had anticipated!

With a resolute and furious expression, exuding a dark aura, the balloon artist Ms. Noah Kinosaki, who charged forward with a do-or-die attitude, initially made Hannah Tono suspect that she might be the real, hidden mastermind.

But the shift from 'Noah wants to feed Rongrong!' to 'Noah is wrong, Rongrong, stop feeding Noah...!' resulted in Noah Kinosaki not even lasting 3 minutes.

How can the coin-minting forum be so bad? With this level of skill, why are you in such a hurry to start a raid? If the boss wakes you up, you won't be able to tank the damage or do any DPS. You're a complete liability!

Filled with resentment towards her teammates who were dragging her down with the crayons, an exhausted Hannah Tono had no choice but to temporarily fall into silence.

Meanwhile, Noah Kinosaki huddled against the wall. The colors she had lost due to her despair and madness had somehow reappeared, but they were now covered with a thick layer of milky white.

"Nono... Noah knows he was wrong, Rongrong, you'll forgive Noah, right...?"

The colorful little balloon looked at Chang Rong, who was rushing towards it, with a terrified expression, trembling as it tried to beg for mercy to awaken the fatherly love that had been dormant in him for a long time.

Noah had always harbored a slight doubt about whether Chang Rong was stronger than her. After all, his cheap, foolish old couple were always either being tortured by Hiro or being dragged around by other prospective witches whenever they appeared. They seemed like complete weaklings, destined to fall over with the slightest push, only able to tearfully beg him to stop while he rode on top of them and squeezed them dry.

Especially when faced with his mysterious sweet water offensive, Chang Rong could only pretend to be stupid and fool people. Why was that? It must be because Rong Rong was too weak and powerless, so he could only use gentleness to disguise himself and prevent his filial piety from turning into a betrayal of his father!

This way of thinking is certainly arrogant and one-sided. In fact, judging from An An's tattered rag-like posture, I should have realized something... However, at that time, I was completely consumed by the rage of desire and lost the ability to think rationally.

It wasn't until Noah saw Chang Rong using Tono Hannah like a kite, pulling her along while bending her over, ignoring her pleas for mercy and continuing to dig relentlessly, that Noah finally realized the reality of the situation.

"At this very moment? Noah, you really do like to joke around, don't you?"

"Nono nono—Waaaaah!?"

Upon hearing Noah's plea for mercy, Chang Rong smiled broadly and immediately rejected it. At the same time, she reached out her large, tangible hand and grabbed the head of the colorful little balloon.

Chang Rong had done this many times before, but in the past it was all to encourage her, to make her little girl feel at ease with gentle stroking, which was completely different from the intensity this time.

"Since Noah, you've always wanted to experience what filial piety is all about, then I'll let you experience it to your heart's content today!"

"Nopupu wuwu wu...!?!"

Noah, who possesses the magic of "manipulating liquids," uses this magic in combination with a mysteriously blended sweet drink to overcome all obstacles along the way, even feeling that he is invincible.

But she never considered what Noah Kinosaki would have left after losing the magic of manipulating liquids. The answer is that she can continue to manipulate liquids with her mouth.

"Cough cough... Waaah... No, Noah doesn't want it anymore... This is not what Noah thought at all... Rong, Rongrong, Noah knows he was wrong, Noah will be good and learn to draw from now on, okay—"

Noah, who was personally acting as a straw to collect white paint, started drooling rainbow-colored candies from the corners of his eyes, coughing and begging Chang Rong for mercy. If he just put on this pitiful act and begged for forgiveness, Rong Rong would surely forgive him with a smile, just like before, saying, "I really can't do anything with you," right?

However, Noah was unaware that the gifts of fate had already come with a price tag, and through her ungrateful and reckless squandering, she had already used up all of her daily opportunities to be a good father.

Seeing Noah's pitiful pleas for mercy, Chang Rong gently shook her head and pointed to Tono Hanna, who was sprawled on the bed with her tongue sticking out.

"No, no, no. You don't know you're wrong, you just know that something terrible is about to happen to you."

"Noah was really wrong—wailing...!"

Before Noah could continue begging for mercy, Chang Rong grabbed the colorful little balloon and pressed it onto the bed, instantly refining it.

"Isn't this what you've always wanted, Noah? You can't be too willful! Now that your good father has finally given you what you've always wanted, you should accept it with a smile and gratitude. That's what filial piety is all about!"

"No, Noah didn't think that way... Waaaaaah...!!"

The great street artist, body painting explorer, Witch Island's top bartender, and the corrupted evil balloon—at this moment, he finally enjoyed all the "Seven Wolves flavor" of fatherly love that he had missed before.

After all, they were a pair of shut-ins who spent all their time together, and Noah's physical abilities were comparable to An'an's. The little balloon was indeed incredibly light, just like a balloon. Moreover, as a genuine Xiao Chunu with no experience in either timeline, Noah, like An'an and Coco, had absolutely no ability to resist Chang Rong's berserk power. He only made a token struggle at the beginning before immediately becoming a cup to be used at will.

The only difference is that Noah's cup is a rarer, more colorful version compared to An'an's and Coco's.

"Cheer up, Noah! Don't you have a lot of grievances you want to vent? Don't lose your spirit! Remember, Alice at least lasted longer!!"

"Who is Alice... Waaah...!"

Noah no longer had the energy to question anyone. She felt like she had become a paintbrush on a canvas, being manipulated at will by Chang Rong, who would occasionally dip her brush in white paint and use it as a canvas to draw incomprehensible patterns on the messy bed sheets.

A tragedy is when no one can hold onto their original intentions at the end of the story.

Chang Rong failed to uphold her resolve to "become a Sigma man and protect Noah," and Noah also failed to uphold his vision of "boiling Rong Rong in water and locking her in the basement to be his private body painting model," instead being used by Rong Rong as a condom.

Amidst endless regret and resentment, Noah finally experienced firsthand the overwhelming and unbearable depth of her fatherly love. She lay close to Hannah on the canvas, sinking into a deep coma with the question, "Who exactly is Alice?"

"Well then—let me ask one last question, Baosheng Mag."

After helping Noah's limp legs to the bed and settling him down, Chang Rong got up, twisting her neck as she coldly questioned the instigator, Baosheng Mag, whose forehead was already soaked with cold sweat.

277. Those who know love

“Oh... the last sentence, is that it? Hehehe... How interesting.” Marg feigned composure and teased in a slightly trembling voice.

Even now, is Brother Chang Rong still thinking of himself?

Marge knew very well that the question Chang Rong was asking her was whether she wanted to join this chaotic party.

On the night that Chang Rong rescued Meruru, who had swallowed the Demon-Slaying Potion and was bleeding profusely while recuperating in the infirmary, Mag and Chang Rong had an incredibly intimate encounter—or rather, Mag's one-sided attempt to flirt with him.

During their subsequent interactions, Chang Rong suddenly displayed an unexpectedly assertive side, even pinning Marge down on the bed. However, in that instant, Chang Rong became aware of his fear of the opposite sex, and ultimately did not do anything out of line.

This is the boy named Chang Rong, who will always maintain the kindness in his heart no matter what the circumstances.

Why did I play this prank? It wasn't just to test if anyone else wanted to stay on Witch Island like me. The deeper reason was that I wanted to prove that love is absolutely fake, impulsive, and illusory.

However... the test results were completely different from what I had expected. The girls were deeply in love with the boy. This love was not a delusion caused by tension and impulsiveness in an extreme environment, but a determination to support each other even after they knew each other's weakest and darkest side.

It turns out... I never truly understood what "love" was, nor had I ever truly received "love." Those repeated, unwilling tests only proved my own ridiculousness and patheticness time and time again.

Or perhaps... maybe... that I had unknowingly found, during a certain eye contact with those light gray eyes, that true love that belonged only to me, a love that was not eroded by distortion and morbidity?

Marge swallowed hard, looking at the boy in front of her, her breathing gradually becoming rapid.

"Brother Chang Rong, I—"

"Margot, do you want to take the initiative or be kissed?"

"……what?"

Baosheng Mag's purple eyes widened instantly, and he blinked in disbelief.

"W-what do you mean, Brother Chang Rong... Shouldn't you be asking me if I want to do that kind of thing? If I don't want to, Brother Chang Rong, you'll let me leave, right?"

Marge asked in a somewhat flustered tone, while Chang Rong frowned and shook his head upon hearing this.

"No, no, no, I have my own temper. Marge, do you think you can just stand by and watch the young lady and Noah sprawled on the bed after making such a huge mess, and then just walk away?"

"Oh dear... this... this is really..."

Marg's tone became somewhat hesitant, her eyes shifting back and forth between Hannah and Noah before looking at the boy in front of her.

This... doesn't make sense, right? He's already taken advantage of both victims, and if you include An'an, there are three victims in total. So why... does Chang Rong seem even more unsatisfied now...?

Is it unscientific? Yes, it is very unscientific, but this is Witch Island.

"I hope you have the stats expected of a purple person, so you prefer the 'favorite' option, right?"

"—Now that things have come to this, is it really impossible to beg for forgiveness and reconcile...?"

As Chang Rong slowly walked towards him, Baosheng Mag felt fear for the first time.

Well, I have to admit—this time they completely messed up.

The moment Chang Rong tackled him to the ground, Mag finally understood the truth of gambling: nine out of ten times you lose.

The ruler of the sky and the master of water manipulation have been fed by the harmless and cute little white rabbit, while you are just a passerby who can imitate other people's speech. What will happen next?