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

at the same time--

"What were you two doing before? Were you secretly up to something weird?"

Hiro Nikaido, who was patrolling the castle, frowned and looked at the two people who seemed to have appeared out of nowhere, asking them a question.

"..." For some reason, Hasumi Ryoya didn't speak. She just covered her cheek, forced a smile, and shook her head to indicate that everything was OK.

"Nothing's wrong, Miss Hiro~?" Meruru smiled and smiled, her cheeks flushed and her chest twisting awkwardly.

"...?"

Hiro rubbed his hair. Although he couldn't quite put his finger on what was wrong, he felt a bit annoyed, as if someone had taken advantage of him.

—We absolutely cannot lose now… Lord Changrong, as expected, Lord Changrong can only be my Holy Son…!

—I almost couldn't sing, you stupid fans... We definitely need to settle this score with you later!

Although Chang Rong guessed the theory that a desperate army will surely win, he forgot that the power of a desire that has been half-awakened and suppressed will only be more terrifying when it erupts.

Thanks to Chenguang Moxin·Linglan Huaxing for the unexpected help!

Thanks to Prikket for the treat!

Volume 1: Chapter 285. On Witch Island, I Have Two Mothers

"Who on earth came up with the idea of ​​using a ritual as a literal PUBG (PlayerUnknown's Battlegrounds) competition, with the winner becoming the main character... Isn't this pure nonsense?!"

After leaving through the secret passage, Chang Rong searched for Saeki Miria while muttering complaints under her breath.

At first, when he observed through the mic that everyone was sharpening their knives and looking ready to fight to the death, he thought it was karmic retribution for his lack of good deeds. However, according to the testimonies of Meruru and Rhea, this was not the case.

These aspiring witches not only planned to vent their pent-up anger from the past five days during the ritual, but also intended to use it to determine a winner. This is the fundamental reason why they suddenly changed their behavior and became ruthless and unscrupulous.

While it's good that everyone is so enthusiastic about holding the ceremony, Chang Rong, as the "1" in the 13 vs 1 match, feels immense pressure.

The person who proposed such a ridiculous and chaotic competition is most likely the wicked woman Marge... After all, she was the culprit who almost got herself stripped naked in the bedroom without saying a word.

This purple-haired character is terrible at the game, loves to play, and has absolutely no strength. When the ceremony begins, I'll be the first one to take you down!

While viciously imagining how to make Mag spin like a top during the ceremony, the petty Chang Rong arrived at the recreation room and pushed open the door, following the scene observed by the warden earlier.

"Is Milia there?!"

"Hmm... I still don't understand at all... Will this really highlight my 'special talent'? I feel so embarrassed—Xiao Rong...!"

"Hehe, this feigned shyness and reserve is a plus! Milia, you just need to play yourself... Hmm? Oh my, isn't this my husband, Chang Rong?"

As soon as Chang Rong opened the door to the entertainment room, he saw a strange scene. The two, Xiao Chunu and her partner, who should have been awkwardly discussing how to pilot the mechs, were doing something else for some reason.

The girl with dazzling long, wavy blonde hair, Saeki Miria, was not wearing her usual daring and revealing outfit. Instead, she was wearing a slightly tight turtleneck sweater that she had somehow gotten her hands on. The front part was particularly ill-fitting, and it was unclear whether it was designed that way or because it was stretched open, but half of her slender skin was already exposed.

Milia, who was already reserved and shy in her open-chested sweater, was startled when Chang Rong suddenly arrived. She blushed and quickly raised her hands to cover her chest, then shyly shrank behind the sofa, asking in a panic why Chang Rong was there.

As for the black-haired kimono-clad girl, Baosheng Mag, sitting on the sofa, she smiled with ease and even jokingly referred to Chang Rong as her 'husband'.

At this moment, Marge looked lazy and relaxed. She lay on her side on the sofa, letting her kimono spread out to the sides, revealing her slender and fair legs. After noticing Chang Rong's arrival, Marge even deliberately raised her right leg slightly, completely exposing her lower body to Chang Rong's eyes. It was simply seduction!

"Uh...sorry, I guess I came at the wrong time—" Although I don't know what these two are up to, the atmosphere doesn't seem suitable for discussing serious matters, especially with Mag here.

Although Chang Rong planned to make Mag, the 'instigator,' a key target during the ceremony, now was not the time to start a fight; revenge is a dish best served cold. Moreover, because she had temporarily quelled the desires of Rhea-sama and Meruru through other means, Chang Rong had not been able to absorb enough witch factors and was not at her peak.

"No, no, Xiao Rong, you've come at just the right time...!"

But just before Chang Rong was about to leave, Milia, who had been hiding behind the sofa, mustered up her courage and immediately approached Chang Rong, grasping his arm through the half-open door.

"Well... how should I put it... I, as an older man, sometimes need Xiaorong's advice... After all, for certain reasons, I, as an older man, also have to cheer up and work hard...!"

Saeki Miria stood in front of the door, fidgeting shyly with her clothes while blushing and looking away, quietly inviting Chang Rong in.

Milia's mature demeanor, which was originally like that of an older man, seemed somewhat subtle under the cover of her sexy outfit. But now, dressed in a low-key yet focused solid-color sweater, Milia looked more like a mature single lady living next door, especially with that expression that showed she had already tasted the forbidden fruit but was still not satisfied, yet was desperately suppressing her desire out of shyness.

Seeing Saeki Miria in this state, Chang Rong, who was taking a break at halftime, stood up as soon as he smelled the aroma.

"Hehe...it looks like it's working great! My suggestion was definitely right, wasn't it, Milia~?"

Baosheng Mag noticed Chang Rong's unusual behavior. She smiled and moved closer to Milia, squinting at Chang Rong as she asked.

"Suggestion...?" Chang Rong quickly pulled his gaze away from Milia (O-wife mode) and asked Marg what little tricks he was up to now.

“That’s right. At this point, even if you want to become more ‘mature’, relying solely on theoretical knowledge from books won’t make much difference. However, there’s still room for improvement in your demeanor and aura… So, are you satisfied with this version of Milia, my husband?”

Marge put his hands on Milia's shoulders and asked Chang Rong with a smile.

"To be honest, I'm not satisfied...it really does fit Milia's feel better." Chang Rong, who was originally thinking of 'getting down to business!', saw Magna's cheerful smile and Milia's shy expression as she looked down at him. In the end, he followed his heart and frankly gave his evaluation of the limited skin for Milia: Not bad.

Milia's strengths lie in her natural maternal glow and her honest, middle-aged office worker personality. While she could pull off the sexy outfit, it ultimately didn't quite suit her character. But now, dressed in a tight sweater, Milia perfectly embodies her calm and maternal side, with her prominent front armor further emphasizing her broad chest.

But what exactly is going on here...? The hot mom, after being transformed by her scheming best friend, has become a more innocent and wifely woman, and is starting to seduce him instead—no wonder it's Witch Island, even the gameplay is as mysterious as magic.

"Hehe, since you're already here, please come in and have a seat, my dear husband~"

"Xiao Rong, um... although what you've been busy with lately has been a bit annoying for me, no matter what, Xiao Rong is still Xiao Rong. Can you take a break for a bit? I'll try my best... to help you relax."

With one smiling and the other shy, one seductive and the other pleading, the two pairs of milky white skin were displayed brightly in front of Chang Rong, completely blocking his view. No matter how he tried to dodge, all he could see was a vast expanse of white.

"Calm down, Chang Rong! You're a Sigma man! We're just one step away from the witch's resurrection ceremony. We can't afford to make a mistake at this crucial moment. We must stay true to our beliefs and get down to business!"

Faced with the simultaneous requests from two girls with completely different personalities and ways of doing things, Chang Rong gritted her teeth, clenched her fists, and desperately resisted the temptation from both angel and devil.

Several tens of minutes later—

"I want to melt comfortably..."

Sigma Rabbit's upper body was buried in front of Milia, squinting as it enjoyed Milia's gentle head pats and massages, while drooling and making incomprehensible humming noises.

His lower body rested on Mag's knees, which were clad in white silk. The 'bad woman' Mag didn't do anything strange; she just smiled and used her hands, which were gloved in black silk, to clumsily but earnestly knead Chang Rong's calves.

"Xiao Rong, you've already tried your best... Although Xiao Rong is always naughty and flirts with other women, what can I do? Xiao Rong is my child, there's really nothing I can do... Take a good rest."

With a kind smile, Milia easily toyed with the terrifying, monstrous rabbit that could easily pat the heads of other aspiring witches.

"Oh my, my husband, you're all muscle! Is this the secret to playing the fool?" Marge teased with a smile as she massaged Chang Rong's calves to relax them.

—This is life…

Embraced by two beautiful girls from the front and back, Chang Rong felt as if she were floating in the air, riding on Hannah. Her whole body was filled with a tingling, comfortable sensation, and she let herself indulge in the gentle paradise built by Milia and Mag.

I've worked tirelessly for everyone for two lifetimes, so what's wrong with enjoying myself now? Keep the music playing and the dancing going!

A gentle touch on the head, the warm heat of a light caress on the cheek, a slight tickle on the chest, a teasing kneading of the lower abdomen, and then a deeper exploration—hmm?

My feet felt soothed and relieved from the massage, my calves ached from the pounding, and the inside of my thighs felt warm from the kneading, as it continued to explore deeper—hmm?

"Wait, wait a minute—don't suddenly touch me there!?"

Chang Rong instantly sprang up from the sofa as if her hair had stood on end, quickly pulled up her pants, and distanced herself from the two of them.

If those two hadn't started fighting because they reached the finish line at the same time, I almost got caught red-handed...!

"Don't be shy, Xiaorong. I... I heard that this is also a way to relieve stress...?"

"My dear husband, you are so innocent, hehe~ Please don't worry about me. Although my body hasn't fully recovered enough to serve you again, I can still help you relieve your worries and fatigue in other ways~?"

The two men who failed in their attack on the second brother urged Chang Rong not to run away, saying that if he just endured it, he would soon feel better.

"Or perhaps, Xiao Rong, you prefer... a more mature way to resolve this...?" Milia shifted her chest awkwardly, blushing as she asked softly.

Judging from Margot's equally flushed cheeks, it's safe to say that Margot was the one who taught the innocent-looking man to use karate/front armor.

"I've already tasted this—no, no, anyway, what I want to say is that I'm here to do something really important!"

Provoked by the two women's words, Chang Rong suddenly remembered her mission. She wasn't there to experience the gentle embrace of two mothers, but to do something big! Something big!

"It's serious business... Oh dear, I'll grit my teeth and try my best to endure it, my husband, please use it to your heart's content—"

"It's not about that!" Chang Rong quickly stopped Mag, who was about to undo her kimono, and then looked at Milia beside her.

"Is it me...? No problem, Xiao Rong, Mommy welcomes you anytime...!" Milia was taken aback at first, but she immediately nodded, revealing a resolute smile full of maternal radiance.

Being able to unconditionally satisfy all of a child's willful demands is the true awakening of becoming a mother!

"I already said it wasn't about that!!"

Are there really any normal men and women left on this witch's island...?

But in the end, it was my own doing that caused this, damn it... The contrast and the change of clothes are always terrifying weapons, no matter what or when.

When I first saw Arisa let down her guard and transform into her innocent and gentle self, I was also greatly shocked. I have to say that Mag's move was indeed a bit underhanded.

"So, what brings you here, my husband?" Marge asked with a smile as she put her kimono back on.

"It's about everyone's memories." Chang Rong cleared his throat and said to the two of them in a serious tone. Sure enough, when he pulled up his pants, he spoke with confidence.

"The memory—is it about that incident before, Xiaorong?"

Upon hearing the keywords, Saeki Miria instantly recalled the topics she and Chang Rong had discussed when they had a one-night stand.

Chang Rong, due to her unique constitution, regained her memories through special means (referring to her one-night stand with Hiro/using Coco-chan as a cup). However, Milia, whose constitution is not composed of witch factors, also regained her memories from the previous timeline.

After analysis, the two concluded that Milia's "Exchange Magic" could not only exchange bodies, but also a part of each other's memories, even those that the person in question could not recall at the moment.

In other words, by making good use of Milia's abilities, it might be possible for everyone to regain their memories from the previous two flashbacks.

"The ceremony is in less than five days. I think if everyone can retrieve their past memories, it will help with the ceremony, but—"

Chang Rong stopped halfway through her sentence, her expression somewhat conflicted.

“However, my husband, you think that perhaps not retrieving our memories is a better choice for the present situation, is that right?” Baosheng Mag asked with a smile.

“…That’s right,” Chang Rong said without refuting, nodding honestly in agreement.

"Although we don't have the memories of the past, the hardships and growth we experienced have not been completely forgotten. Everyone is moving in a better direction, everyone has become a better version of themselves, and everyone can become a close companion without barriers. Since it is already like this, perhaps there is no need to try to find those memories again."

Chang Rong hesitated, her past memories filled with regret, cruelty, and despair. Perhaps for everyone, hiding those memories would be a better choice.

After hearing Chang Rong's explanation, Milia and Marg both fell into a brief silence.

Immediately afterwards, Milia gently raised her hand and stroked Chang Rong's head. Unable to dodge in time, Chang Rong was grabbed and instantly submerged. Meanwhile, Baosheng Mag pressed against Chang Rong's back, his hands slowly caressing his skin, just like when he had tried to tease Chang Rong in the kitchen.

"He's actually hesitating in a place like this. This isn't the Xiao Rong I know."

"Hehehe, my husband's kindness can sometimes become a stumbling block~"

"Uh...?" Chang Rong was once again taken aback by the two 'maternal' girls sandwiching cheese between their two bags.

"Even a clumsy mom like me knows very well that trying to protect your child all the time is not a good idea! Rather than trying to protect your child unilaterally, you should trust your child and believe in their ability to overcome difficulties, right?"

Saeki Miria stood with one hand on her hip and the other raised, lecturing Chang Rong in a serious tone.