Beatrice chooses to kiss me. (Pink Trigger)

Ah ha! I knew it. Anyone with a brain knew that in this kind of game, even if the dare you got was a little risque, it was far better than submitting to a punishment game that could turn out to be anything. It only made sense that she went with it. I prepared myself... french kissing the Golden Witch was a dream far greater than any Witch Hunter typically dared to imagine. I applauded myself for writing this into my story.

I hadn't expected that Beatrice would be so girlishly timid about it. Here was a witch that teased and tricked people like a tomboy... or, if you want to skip ahead a bit, tortured and murdered people. Was she really so bashful about a kiss?

I puckered up cartoonishly to urge her on, encouraging her to peck me on the lips. This was just like in the cartoons, right? One big wet, sloppy kiss and it was over.

The great Golden Witch closed her eyes, approaching with one of the sweetest expressions I have ever managed to burn into my eyes, like a maiden in love. Ah... This is how it's done in the human mangas, so you have to do it this way, is that right, Beatrice? Magnificent.

Once I'd gotten her close, I took full advantage like I'd planned to all along. I locked my lips onto hers, found her tongue with my own, then clasped my hand into the back of her golden hair, ensuring that she wouldn't break contact at my lascivious advance. Not stopping, I moved one hand to her hip, then to feel the curve of her ass beneath that giant bell skirt she wore. Ah... Splendid! I knew that she had a fine ass hidden underneath there. I groped it, allowing my hand to search around as much as I could manage, while I felt her heartbeat quicken. Her fantastic breasts were the stuff of either fantasy or erotica; they pressed against my chest as I held her tightly. This was a fine expression of my love.

Finally, I released her; she stumbled backward with shock on her face, perhaps amazed that I would take a mile instead of an inch when faced with such a powerful witch as herself. Hm hm hm... Even I can win against the Golden Witch if I catch her off guard!

"That was seriously uncool! Sheesh... You pervy sorcerer," Beatrice pouted, crossing her arms and turning her head away. "I hope you enjoyed it, because my turn is going to be a lot worse. I want you to..."

"Kill George as the first sacrifice. You don't mind doing that, do you? Oooh, but if you don't like it, you can play a punishment game where I kill you instead!"

Crap... I'd been pulled into her game, hook line and sinker. Of course she hadn't broken concentration on sowing terror upon all of Rokkenjima. Ah... I love you George, but if killing you to start the game is what it takes to continue on-!

I felt my eyes bulging and my heartbeat quickening. Wait. No. I can't kill George. I literally can't. It's in the rules that I can't.

Fuck me. I was instead going to die painfully at the hands of Beatrice's top-quality furniture once again. The sisters seemed to get a real kick out of this punishment game stuff as they flew around the room, piercing me one after another. Hmph... They like it when it's not them getting punished.

Pouting, I perish.