As the contracted demon, Hip, I meet Chiester 410 hiding in the garden

The place I had appeared was that famous and luxurious rose garden of the Ushiromiya estate. At this time, it was as resplendent as it would be any time of the year. This garden, like the people on this island, had no way of knowing what would happen to it. How unfortunate.

At this time, with the bright sun shining down, the Ushiromiya guests passed through, surely with the heavy thoughts of the upcoming family conference on their minds... all but one, Ushiromiya Maria, whose youth blessed her with the ability to ignore the concerns of those adults. Such an innocent girl, enjoying the roses and picking her favorites...

Ah. For any Witch Hunter, a buffet table of Ushiromiya family members to meet and greet. Imagine, launching a rescue attempt to save any one of them, even the youngest, Maria...!

Well, that would be a job for a different Witch Hunter, one who wasn't bound by the same rules as I. One who didn't worship at the same altar of love as I. Besides, I was currently in the form of a demon. As such, I was in another place entirely from those humans who walk in the day.

Allow me to clarify. I was not, strictly speaking, in the garden. Rather, I was hidden in the surrounding forest, which was hedged off from the garden proper by... well, hedges. From this position, there were far more lovely things to observe than those lovely roses, or those lovable Ushiromiya family members.

I was just starting out, and already I was crediting my excellent storycraft to the lovely, lovable situation I now found myself in. From behind the hedges, I spotted two behinds. Specifically, those two figures which were peering through the bushes and spying on the humans were the Chiester sister pair, 410 and 45. I don't believe I described 45 to you when I was professing my love earlier, so let me clarify: she looks very similar to my beloved 410, but with pink hair tied in two shoulder-length ponytails and with red outfit accents instead of blue. She's a perfect foil to my beloved 410: serious and mission-focused like good furniture, but with a persecution complex that makes her a favorite target of teasing for my beloved 410.

My beloved 410... Ah! Why must I waste my time describing 45 when both she and my beloved 410 are right here for the taking?!

Back to the matter at hand. The Chiester sisters had their heads poking through the bush: from their stances, it was easy to imagine they were watching the Ushiromiyas with binoculars, although probably not any kind that those humans would ever catch so much as a shine of. These ladies were recon experts, after all, and were also notorious experts in hiding.

Well, they were hidden from the humans, but as for me!

Asses!!

Those two fluffy-tailed, leotard clad, perfectly squeezable asses pointed out from the hedge, hardly hidden by those two nearly identical teasing uniform skirts, fluffy tails bobbing with involuntary movements...!! At this moment, I take this situation as proof of my own prodigious writing talent, and as evidence of the intoxicating endless possibilities of this story and this island. No matter what happens now, I know I made the right choice.

I could probably have stared at these ends until my untimely own, but in order to get anywhere, I'd have to break this pleasant inertia. The bunny on the left wore a blue skirt, and wiggled as a high-pitched voice whispered girl talk to the other. The bunny on the right wore a red skirt, and her legs would occasionally shift as though uncomfortable with the kneeling, while a "ssh!" emanated from her hiding place so regularly every 10 seconds you could set a watch to it. Was it wrong to push my luck, interrupting this dream-like scene?

Well, I suppose I didn't really care if it was wrong, but how to do it and get closer to my goals?