Villainess’s Sweet Everyday

Red push button, blue push button. Both are common, there is nothing out of the box, and there is no suggestion as to which should be pushed in the first place. With my head held, my thoughts became meaningless, and I went left and right. Looks like a maiden wondering whether to confess or not to someone she misses. For now, I pressed the blue button. The shake got bigger and I put on my seatbelt in a hurry. Mistake. That was a ridiculous choice.

Next, I pressed the red button. The shaking became worse, and the screams rose like branches of trees swaying in the storm in the car. I feel like a shaker grabbed and shaken by a giant bartender. The contents are stirred and transformed into something completely different. It's a terrible shake of letters, like a mutant, whose position is unclear as chaos.