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

"Anytime, anywhere, Super Sherry, get down to business! Hmph, you don't need to say a word, Watson, let me do a thorough investigation and deduction—mmm...hmph! I already know the truth of everything! Watson, what you're planning to do right now—is undoubtedly to use your authority as the 'King of Witch Island for a Day' to order me to be unable to resist and allow you to bully me at will!"

"Uh... this..."

Sherry pointed her finger at Chang Rong with a confident look, and announced her reasoning in an incredibly loud and powerful voice.

Shirley Tachibana seemed completely unconcerned about her previous comment. Instead, she smiled broadly and shook her finger after seeing Chang Rong's cheeks turn bright red.

"Oh dear, Watson, I just can't do anything with you. Although your reason keeps telling you that a qualified detective's assistant shouldn't have desires for his boss that go beyond camaraderie, there's no way around it. Humans have never been purely rational beings, have they? It's precisely because humans are imperfect that they have so many flaws, and it's because imperfect people leave these flaws that the profession of detective has endured and survived—"

"Putting everything else aside, there are no real detectives in society nowadays. If there are any, they're just people who secretly film mistresses or look for cats and dogs."

Chang Rong, who was initially flustered by Shirley's direct attacks, was still instinctively executing the low-level吐槽 (tu cao, meaning to criticize or complain) program in his brain.

"0v0...Watson, do you mean I should find evidence of your infidelity, then go through a trial, and finally be sentenced to 100 years in solitary confinement? That ending doesn't sound bad!"

"I...I absolutely didn't mean that, President!!!"

Looking at the blue-haired idiot in front of him who was smiling at him but had wisps of black smoke floating behind him, Chang Rong could only wave his hands in denial, his forehead covered in cold sweat.

After parting ways with Hiro, Chang Rong was fully aware of the irreconcilable conflict between the prospective witches and the veteran great witches. Conflict seemed inevitable; war, war never changes.

In order to prevent the situation from really spiraling out of control, Chang Rong had no choice but to try to find a backup plan for himself. One of the key points of this plan was the former Witch Island secret agent, the current Jellyfish Sister, Ice Meruru.

Although Emma, ​​the pink-haired puppy, had taken the mysterious blue pill of the Steel Solution a step ahead, Meruru, who was the true head of the Witch Island's brothel... no, the Witch Island's infirmary, might still be able to come up with some similar substitutes.

I am her holy son! Meruru, you wouldn't want your holy son to be surrounded by a group of prospective witches and drained until he loses consciousness, would you?

According to the Witch Island ELO matchmaking system (commonly known as fate), the more you want to find someone, the more strange guys will block your way. However, today you are in Witch Island King-only mode, so you can marry Gnar if you want! In fact, you haven't been blocked by any strange guys before.

However, when Chang Rong was truly focused on finding Meruru, he was blocked at the door by a wild orange sherry that suddenly appeared out of some bush, just like now.

"Hmph hmph hmph~~ In short, what I want to say is that the spirit of detectives will never die out! Now that the club president has exposed your dirty criminal thoughts, Watson, you don't need to pretend anymore. Hurry up and pounce on me like a wolf and ruthlessly trample on me!"

Looking at Tachibana Sherry, who was 'deducing' on her own and then excitedly patting her chest, telling herself 'Come at me head-on!', Chang Rong swallowed hard.

—Should I hit Sherry...? Really?

The club president seems unusually excited today. I don't know why, but judging from her demeanor, it's as if she's about to say something like, "Excuse me, let me through, I need to go on a date with Meruru," and a skull icon is already subtly appearing next to her before she even utters it.

"Since you're so insistent, President, then I won't stand on ceremony. Please join me, the King of Witch Island."

This battle doesn't seem like one that can be skipped. Skipping it might mean skipping your own life instead... Chang Rong could only sigh, then smile and reach out to invite Shirley to come with him.

"Hmph~ No problem, no problem! Whatever Watson does, I'll gladly accept it! I really look forward to seeing what Watson will do to Miss Holmes~? Will we jump off a cliff hand in hand? Or will he knock me out with a tranquilizer dart soaked in some mysterious sweet liquid and then do this and that to me? Or will he lead me onto a special express train where everyone is a kissing murderer, and then take turns kissing the sole victim—"

"I would never do something so perverse! By the way, President, isn't your definition of 'fun play' a bit too stimulating? Anyway, this is it. Does it look familiar?" Chang Rong complained loudly, while turning to the side to reveal the room to the blue-haired, frail girl.

"Huh...?"

Shirley blinked. The room in front of her was anything but romantic, and certainly not the kind of place for a date. It was cramped, small, and dark. However, judging from the chilling 'props' displayed inside, it was indeed a place that was perfect for 'torture'.

That's right, the room in front of us is the solitary confinement room on Witch Island.

While theoretically speaking, sleeping on the floor in the confinement room would be more spacious and private than living in the underground double dormitory, this place holds unpleasant memories for most aspiring witches. Coupled with some eerie ghost stories that have circulated in the past, even though the castle has been completely 'unsealed,' the confinement room remains a place that most aspiring witches will not set foot in.

Incidentally, the ghost story doesn't refer to the persecution trap set by the obscure, veteran witch, but rather to Rhea using the confinement room as a soundproof room to practice singing, which turned out to be completely unsound and even scared the unsuspecting Hakimi who was passing by.

"Oh dear, oh dear... So Watson looks like a proper gentleman, but he really does have a terrifying monster living inside him...! Is this emotion that has been suppressed for so long finally going to be released before the ceremony? Emma noticed some of the props in the confinement room from the beginning, and she blushed and covered her face and ran away. It seems that Emma and Watson are thinking the same thing!"

Sherry looked at the mess of torture tools in the solitary confinement room and said.

"Emma is indeed an evil, lustful beast and a bad dog... cough cough. Anyway, I will never use those weird gadgets, President."

Chang Rong easily conjured up an image in her mind of Emma standing in front of the table where the props were displayed, holding those subtle props in her hands, her cheeks flushed and swallowing saliva. Evil Emma, ​​she's been trying to entice me!

But let's put Emma aside for now. Judging from Sherry's reaction, she doesn't seem to have remembered the 'special' nature of this room. If that's the case...

A. Make up any excuse to get by and pretend nothing happened.

B. Shout, "Hehehe, you've been tricked, Sherry!" and then lock the president in the solitary confinement room, squatting down and mocking her.

Hmm... It's obvious that if you choose option B, what awaits you next is Sherry blasting the door open and then smiling as she asks you what position you want to play intimate games with until you die.

After the alliance was unified, the warden painstakingly collected all the magic-suppressing items from Witch Island. After all, there was a possibility that Hagishi might accidentally kill herself while randomly touching things, so it was best to avoid that. Naturally, the 'Solitary Confinement Chamber Door' was among them.

Let's just make up some excuse to get by then.

"Of course I remember this place, [Popsicle]."

"—"

The way Shirley addressed him made Chang Rong freeze in place for a moment.

"Hehehe, I think that's what I called Watson back then, right?"

The blue-haired girl turned to look at Chang Rong, stuck out her tongue, and asked with an incredibly cute expression.

“That’s right, but after the president leaves this room, I will call him ‘Watson’.”

Chang Rong also smiled, it seemed that her troublesome detective had not forgotten that experience.

The story of Tachibana Sherry and Chang Rong begins with Sherry's punch that shattered the ice coffin, and the turning point in their relationship also comes from Tachibana Sherry's punch—a genuine punch aimed directly at Chang Rong's head, without any hint of intimidation or bluff.

That punch landed Shirley Tachibana in this solitary confinement cell, and her resistance added many wounds to her body. Chang Rong secretly sneaked into the cell to bandage her, which also led to the two self-proclaimed 'monsters' forming a detective agency in an almost joking manner, becoming each other's Sherlock Holmes and Watson.

“How could I forget? The image of you appearing in front of me back then is still incredibly clear to me even now when I close my eyes.”

Sherry slightly closed her amber-like eyes, a smile playing on her lips as she recalled that past, which she had finally managed to rediscover and which was more precious than gold and the truth.

"Since you still remember—then, as the King of Witch Island, I command you to strip!"

"0v0... Hmm?"

Still savoring the afterglow, Tachibana Sherry was taken aback by Chang Rong's sudden order. She blinked and looked at the white-haired boy in front of her, only to see him making an ambiguous gesture with his hand outstretched, his expression anything but joking.

"This is my wish, President. Please just take off that detective mask completely."

“…Ugh, what an unoriginal, petty, and tasteless wish, Watson.” Sherry blinked and couldn’t help but sigh softly.

"Mind your own business...! Just take it off already!"

"Alright, alright, I really can't do anything with Nobita."

"Who is Da Xiong?!" Chang Rong, who once received the honor of being nominated for the nickname 'Big Bear', complained loudly.

Shirley Tachibana shook her head, untied her tie, and then unbuttoned the bow on her clothes, revealing glimpses of her fair skin and pure white undergarments as she swayed.

Shirley's fingers then reached for the clasp of her blue miniskirt, but she paused when she touched it, and at the same time, she slightly raised her eyes to look at Chang Rong beside her.

"—"

The white-haired assistant didn't speak or make any gesture; he just stared at him without moving.

—Huh… That’s strange, why do I feel a sense of resistance?

A strange question popped into Tachibana Sherry's mind. She had thought she could easily get rid of her clothes, just like when the two of them met in this solitary confinement room.

At that time, I easily took off my clothes under Chang Rong's orders, and was even scolded by Chang Rong for it.

But for some reason, I couldn't continue smoothly at this moment; it was almost like...

"A shy president is definitely even cuter."

The assistant, Watson, spoke, solving the mystery that had been troubling Tachibana Sherry.

"Do you remember the question the president asked me in this room back then? Can you be classified as human? And after everything that has happened—even if you don't need my answer, you should have your own answer to that question, right, president?"

Chang Rong walked gently to Shirley's side and reached out to button up the buttons that had been undone.

The malfunctioning robot who used to disguise herself with logic has now become an ordinary human girl who feels shy about trivial things like being stared at and inexplicably taking off her clothes in front of the person she likes.

The warmth on her cheek, the sensation of Chang Rong's close proximity as she swallowed, and her increasingly rapid heartbeat—all of this made Tachibana Sherry clearly aware that she was a genuine 'person' existing here. Moreover, she was an incredibly happy person.

“I understand, Watson—” “Hehe, as expected of my president.”

"I understand now. Humans can't freely play intimate games because they have a sense of shame—so this detective will simply abandon humanity and forsake all shame!"

"What did you understand?!"

Chang Rong's intentions were good; he hoped to use this method to help Tachibana Sherry completely break with her past, allowing the genuine young girl to freely smile from now on.

But it seems the execution went wrong—his last lesson made Tachibana Sherry realize something else entirely.

Am I becoming timid because of shyness?

Then I will abandon this shame and transform into a bloodless and tearless grass rabbit machine!

"Calm down, President! That's not what I meant, you misunderstood—Gah!?"

A short, sharp scream pierced the air in the solitary confinement cell.

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"Waaaaah... Lord Changrong...! What happened to you...? It looks like you've been run over by a steel coil...!? Miss Sherry, what happened?"

Inside the brothel, Meruru looked at Chang Rong in a panic, on the verge of tears, and hurriedly asked the blue-haired detective who had come with her.

"Hey, Watson was trying to take my clothes off, so this happened. It's the simplest logic, my friend~"

Shirley Tachibana responded with a cheerful laugh.

In any case, at least Chang Rong successfully reached the infirmary and met Meruru, which is commendable.

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Thanks to Chenguang for the sudden, unexpected help!

Thank you to OO Fan No. 1 (I can't type Japanese!) for the foundation's donation of the sculpture.

Volume 1: 303. Isn't the Holy Son just something to be kicked around?

"Although seeing Lord Changrong in such a tattered state truly breaks my heart, no matter what, you shouldn't have tried to strip Miss Xue Li's clothes like that, right? If Lord Changrong had any needs in that regard, you could have just told me... So, I'll serve Lord Changrong now—"

"I absolutely don't want to continue this topic of 'taking off clothes' anymore. Seriously, as a doctor, can you please not just suddenly start taking off your clothes without warning?! Don't you even realize this is a medical clinic?!"

In the infirmary of Witch Island, Chang Rong, a patient, was lying on the hospital bed preparing to rest and recuperate. However, before she could even say a few words, Ice Meluru, who was supposed to take care of her, blushed and started casting off a big bomb to scare Chang Rong to death.

"Huh... isn't this the themed O-room that Lord Changrong specially left behind for fun?"

"..."

Looking at the shy, confused look on the face of the angel who should have been kind because of cowardice and cruel because of ignorance, Chang Rong finally realized that a pitiful, thick barrier had separated him from these prospective witches.

Even though after regaining his memories in the third playthrough, Chang Rong was either in the CCB or on his way to the CCB to collect special CGs, despite all the lewdness, Chang Rong still knew that he was still that good boy, still a Sigma man, and still had the heart to do great things.

But these aspiring witches are different. They've completely forgotten about things like growth, bonds, the pain of their original families, the uncertainty about the future, and original sin. All they care about are the 100 ways to eat the white-haired rabbit.

Even the 'Primordial Artificial Witch' who should be most concerned about the Great Witch is now actively participating in the ceremony not because she wants to meet the Great Witch, but simply because she heard that participating in the ceremony would give her free Chang Rong that no one wanted, so she came here following the scent.