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

Before Sakura Emma could react to what Chang Rong was planning to do, he had already taken off her left boot, revealing her left foot covered by a white lace sock.

"Chang, Chang Chang Chang Rong-kun...!?" Seemingly not expecting the white-haired boy to be so direct, Sakura Emma's blush became more and more obvious and uncontrollable. She wanted to pull her left leg back, but Chang Rong held it tightly, and she could only let the boy stroke her leg up and down.

—My head is starting to feel foggy again, what's wrong with me...?

—Focus your attention. The thing to do now is to check how serious Emma's sprain is. If it is serious, she must be taken to the infirmary.

—Concentration… Ugh, damn it, why do I feel like my concentration keeps dropping?

Chang Rong shook her head vigorously, trying her best to focus her attention instead of being inexplicably dragged into the abyss of drowsiness.

"It's alright, just a bruise, nothing serious—"

After briefly examining Emma Sakura's left foot injury, Chang Rong looked up at Emma.

"Yes, really... That's great...!"

Emma Sakura's cheeks were flushed and burning. Her eyes were half-closed and she was dazed. She gently bit her left hand fingers, trying to prevent herself from making strange noises.

Upon seeing the pink-haired girl before him, Chang Rong's fading consciousness, which had been lingering since he entered the study, vanished completely, like a kite string cut.

The kind, lovely, well-behaved Emma was right in front of him. Completely unprepared, like a pitiful dog on a leash.

Facing Emma like this

Chang Rong —

1. [Pushing Emma down]

2. [Flick on the forehead]

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****【Flick on the head】****

"This is not good at all. It will teach me a lesson."

"Kiang!?"

Accompanied by a crisp snap on the head, Emma Sakura also emitted her signature hit sound effect.

Volume 1: Chapter 71. Bad Emma, ​​Impure Emma, ​​Gluttonous Emma

Chang Rong sometimes wonders – is all of this just an act by Sakura Emma?

She's not actually a silly little dog who trips on flat ground, turns corners, whine, droops her head, or eats with both hands, making you want to care for her.

And one is a pink-clad, black-haired woman with an air of mystery. She has a past that can be told to others, carrying a certain kind of taboo (a dark and scheming mind), and after her death, she will reveal three easy and bright secrets of a superior predator?

"I'm so sorry, Chang Rong-jun. I meant to help everyone, but I've ended up troubling you again..."

"Don't say that. Everyone has seen how hard you've tried, Sakura-kun. If you keep apologizing like this, I'll get angry."

"Ugh... Hug, I'm sorry. Ah, I'm sorry again, I'm so sorry—waaaaaah!?"

Emma Sakura used nested statements to successfully crash her little silly dog's brain with a blue screen within three sentences, turning it into a panicked state where it could only make strange little noises.

—Acting skills my ass. Rather than believing that Emma's acting is all an act, it's better to believe that Heero can reverse time.

Chang Rong's initial concerns vanished under Emma's adorable cries, and he reached out and habitually patted Emma's head.

"As expected, Chang Rong-jun is still the gentler one...!"

Unlike Hiro, who breathes air at the slightest touch, Sakura Emma only needs to stroke her fur a little, and she will take the initiative to snuggle up to seek more intimate interaction, and will even rub her pink and white fur against Chang Rong's palm.

Chang Rong had previously been dismissive of Natsume An'an's vague instructions, thinking that it was impossible for someone to "wag their tail and beg for mercy"!

However, looking at Sakura Emma in front of him with a smile on her face, rubbing against his palm, Chang Rong finally realized that it wasn't that Natsume An'an's instructions were too absurd, but simply that he lacked talent.

"Chang Rongjun's palms...hehe...they're so warm!"

Emma Sakura shook her hair, seemingly feeling that this wasn't enough, and simply grabbed Chang Rong's right wrist with both hands, half-forcefully letting Chang Rong stroke her cheek.

Yes, Chang Rong was certain that he saw droopy, furry ears on Sakura Emma, ​​and a dog tail wagging behind her like a helicopter propeller.

"—"

Without realizing it, I pinched Emma's cheek hard... Emma's cheek.

"Woof...!?"

Emma, ​​who was enjoying Chang Rong's caresses just a second ago, suddenly let out a short whimper when she was pinched, as if her tail had been stepped on.

Her body trembled. Although she instinctively wanted to get away from this 'source of harm,' she restrained the impulse and instead looked at Chang Rong with her watery eyes.

"So, um... Chang Rongjun, you're really angry with me...?"

Sakura Emma still held Chang Rong's hands, which had just pinched her cheeks, and even placed her hands next to her slightly reddened cheeks, tilting her head slightly to look at the white-haired boy.

That pitiful look of fear yet forcing oneself and mustering courage is like a boy telling the cold-faced man who hurt him in the past: It's okay, you can continue.

No—no, that's not true.

Chang Rong then came to her senses and blinked sharply, realizing that she had just instinctively hurt Sakura Emma.

"If Changrong-kun thinks I'm a bad kid... then you can punish me, that's fine too. Hiro-chan once said that friends aren't about endlessly indulging each other, but about earnestly correcting each other's mistakes—"

With a smile, Emma Sakura moved her hands, lowering Chang Rong's right hand, which she was holding, until it reached Emma Sakura's overly slender and fair neck.

"Hey, Chang Rong is my friend, right? Since we're friends... no problem. Whatever Chang Rong wants to do to me, because we're friends, I'll grit my teeth and endure it..."

Sakura Emma deliberately spread Chang Rong's hands apart and pressed them against her neck—with just a little force, she could make the girl show a painful expression due to suffocation.

Watching her lovely, delicate face gradually contort with pain and despair—isn't that a beautiful sight?

Seeing something cute, delicate, precarious yet resilient can evoke a protective instinct, but it can also trigger a destructive urge, can't it?

That's right, as long as you tackle her to the ground, grab her by the throat, and make her sob and cry but unable to call for help, let her lovely eyes gradually be filled with despair and emptiness because of the threat of death, and let her slender legs struggle and kick meaninglessly until they eventually lose all strength to lift them.

Will she try to rebel? Although she says she won't, Emma is a bad kid, and bad kids lie, right?

She'll definitely resist, her hands will flail wildly in her struggle, and those fingernails might scratch my body. In that case, should I pull out all her fingernails?

Emma will probably cry and beg for mercy during this process, but bad dogs don't deserve forgiveness. But we can't let her bark and howl like a stupid little dog, so we really need to gag her first, right? Perhaps those incorrect leg rings can be used to restrain something else?

This isn't my fault, Emma... It's all your own fault. You deliberately tempted me to punish you, you always put on an innocent act, you always looked pitiful as if you were being treated like a victim.

You became a witch—wait, a witch… a witch?

Emma Sakura is a witch. Witches shouldn't exist. Witches are wrong. Witches are the root of everything.

Since Emma is a witch, then we must kill the witch, we must kill Sakura Emma... No, that's not right, Emma is a witch...?

brake!!

A short, strange sound of something cutting through the air came from the only narrow rectangular window in the study. Although it was only for a moment, it still interrupted Chang Rong's thoughts.

The consciousness that had been possessed and eroded by some 'purer intention' successfully re-entered the account, allowing Chang Rong to objectively assess her current state.

Her facial muscles were tense and contorted, and the veins on Emma's right hand, which was gripping her neck, were bulging, as if she was about to strangle the girl's neck at any moment.

"Well... if it's Chang Rong-kun, even if I feel so bad that I want to cry, I will definitely try my best to hold back."

Emma Sakura's bewitching smile was reflected in my vision, and her soft whispers sounded like a contract from the devil.

"wrong--!"

The sudden shout startled even Chang Rong herself.

"No... cough cough cough, you're making it too serious and likely to have consequences, Sakura-kun! I believe that what Nikaido said about 'correcting a friend's mistake' definitely didn't mean that!"

Before the urge to 'destroy' could take over his mind again, Chang Rong used all his strength to desperately pull his arm back.

Boom! ! !

"Aww, so sweet!?"

As a result of using too much force, the arm that was pulled back did not pause or slow down at all, and accidentally slammed into the wall behind it with the full speed and force of a black flash.

A dull thud accompanied the pain that spread from his elbow throughout his body, followed by a burst of stinging and aching sensation, as if he had stepped on an electric wire. For a moment, his vision was filled with 'stars' and 'snowy screen'. But it was precisely because of this that Chang Rong finally regained his composure.

"Waaaaah... Chang, Chang Rong-jun, are you alright? Woof!?"

Emma Sakura was also startled by Chang Rong's sudden elbow strike to the castle. Without thinking, she rushed over to help, but in her panic, she completely forgot about her twisted left ankle. Unable to get any support, she collapsed onto Chang Rong, just like a puppy that rushes to its owner without saying a word when it sees its owner returning home after get off work.

"Pfft—"

If Chang Rong had been in control of Sakura Emma just now, then with the pink-haired puppy falling down, their positions and statuses were reversed at that moment.

"Waaaaah... I'm so sorry, Chang Rong-jun...!"

Sakura Emma, ​​who was lying on Chang Rong, had eyes that were almost shaped like mosquito coils. Her cheeks were visibly flushed and steaming. She kept repeating her apologies in a slurred and indistinct way.

—What's the use of just apologizing? Get off me! I've barely recovered from that terrifying state of being 'possessed by Great Hero,' and before I can even catch my breath, you stupid dog pounces on me again… Are you planning to chase me down and kill me?! Sakura Emma—!

As Chang Rong felt the warm, comforting touch from Emma's body and the moist, hot breath from her mouth, her thoughts raced through her mind.

As a 'Garagi protagonist', my life is just too 'shameful'.

Other main characters (all obtained their items from the girls) constantly, while their own personal belongings and bedding were divided up by the girls.

Other protagonists always manage to trip and knock girls to the ground, while he takes turns being pinned down by girls of different attributes.

Don't I have any pride?! The day before yesterday it was Nanoha Kaori, yesterday it was Arisa, today it's Emma, ​​tomorrow it's Hilora and Tachibana Sherry, and the day after tomorrow I might as well bring Hannah, Noah, Coco, Miria, and Annie all at once!

If this continues, will the guards and the warden also be riding on my back?

Oh right, right, the warden seems to have already done it (the witch trial stepped on herself), all that's left is to put a guard on it.

No, no, is now the time to be thinking about this?!

Although she still didn't understand the specifics, she would feel dizzy whenever she got close to Emma, ​​and even had a restless and crazy feeling that she was about to trigger her 'witch transformation'.

If I let this silly little dog keep lying on me and sucking on me like that, something irreversible will definitely happen...!

I need to think of a way to create some distance first—Waaah, this stupid dog is so clingy!

Chang Rong lay on the ground, wriggling and trying to break free from the pink-haired girl, but Sakura Emma clung to Chang Rong like a leech, making silly 'hehehe' noises while sniffing and licking her lips.

What's wrong with this guy? I almost killed Emma thinking she was a 'witch', and then she seems to be thinking of me as some kind of 'sausage' and about to eat me??

Chang Rong didn't consider himself a moral exemplar. If a girl really stripped naked, cried, grabbed his hands, knelt on the ground, and said, "Oh my god, please be gentle," Chang Rong felt he probably wouldn't be able to control himself and would end up with a love triangle.

But this kind of situation, where Liu Yi is inexplicably and inexplicably knocked down by a dog, seems impossible. It's not something that can be done easily! Damn it, how can a dignified Sigma man be knocked down by a stupid little dog like this?

I have to get Emma off me first—hmm?