Teaching an Apprentice Witch (4)

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That's roughly what it is, Neria-nim.

It was only a brief while that I toyed with the soft tips of Neria's breasts—the first I'd ever touched.

I let my voice slip into the ear right in front of me, then carefully lowered my hand.

…Of course, if they were breasts this pretty, I wanted to touch them until I was sick of it, twenty-four hours a day.

If I got too carried away by the mood and went too far, Neria's bean-sized patience would obviously hit rock bottom in an instant.

A witch like an innocent child, perhaps because she'd grown up in a greenhouse.

I'd gotten familiar with Neria's personality over the past few days.

It was only because I'd taken my hand away right away; if I'd kneaded her breasts for even thirty seconds longer, she certainly would have shoved me away with a cry like 'Waaah!'

Still, if I kept spending lewd time with Neria like this, the day would eventually come when she'd get used to this sort of thing.

Until then, I had to keep my desires suppressed as much as possible.

I repeated that to myself and asked again.

"Neria-nim?"

"……Ah, uh. Yeah. Right. …So this is what it's like."

"How was it, now that you've experienced it once?"

"So-so…, I guess…."

"Hmm."

But Neria's reaction to taking her first step into 'lewd acts' was…

How should I put it?

It wasn't all that great, considering what I'd expected?

That seemed like the best way to describe it.

It wasn't as though she disliked it, but neither did she seem particularly interested.

Given Neria's innocence, I'd half expected that something as simple and primitive as lust might work surprisingly well on her.

I seemed to have thought about it too simply.

"…I just felt it firsthand, but men really do love breasts, don't they?"

"Honestly, that's generally true. Big breasts or small breasts, it doesn't matter. When it comes to women's breasts, men like them all."

"Small breasts…? Don't they amount to nothing?"

"People's tastes are incredibly varied and broad. You have things you particularly like in games too, don't you, Neria-nim?"

"……Hmm, I admit it. In RPGs, I always play rogue-type characters…. Or spearmen, maybe…."

"I suppose it's even more pronounced because you're a witch."

Still, even this meager progress was better than having her opinion of me plummet straight down.

Today, I'd managed to touch Neria's breasts, so next time I could touch them a little more. Then even more.

If I kept it up one way or another, maybe I could touch her pussy in a few days.

With the next step in mind, I patted her shoulder lightly.

"Then let's get up soon."

"…Hmm? You want me to get up?"

"Yes. If you don't get off me, Neria-nim, it'll be difficult for me to stand up too."

"So…, ……it's over?"

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"……You're not going to do any more?"

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"……Ah, it's just that my legs are a little numb since I haven't sat like this in a while. I thought we could take a short break before continuing."

I managed to get past the situation somehow with those words.

After putting some distance between myself and Neria, I stopped by the kitchen and drained a glass of cold water.

That cooled my head, which had been churning with strange thoughts since a little earlier, at least somewhat.

Even so, Neria's voice was still caught in my ears, so I absentmindedly rinsed the cup I'd used.

…….

I really hated getting ahead of myself like an idiot, but…

Her asking me whether I wanted to do more right then…

No matter how I thought about it, what else could it possibly mean?

…There isn't anything else. That's exactly what it means.

If I hadn't misheard just now, Neria had clearly wanted to do a little more rather than end things there.

What, five minutes ago at most? Back then, Neria had been busy complaining that my hand movements were too lewd and asking whether only I felt good when I touched her like that.

…Of course, I had also felt her press her lips tightly shut in embarrassment when I toyed with her nipples afterward.

But I'd merely thought she was curious about the unfamiliar sexual stimulation. I hadn't even dared hope that she wanted to go further and do more.

Maybe something as simple and primitive as lust had worked surprisingly well, just as I'd expected.

……Phew.

I let out a heavy breath laden with various emotions, then stepped back into the bedroom.

No, I tried to step back in.

"Eek, wait a second…! It'll only take ten seconds now…."

"……?"

I couldn't step inside.

I could hear only Neria's voice beyond the closed door, while the firmly shut door itself remained motionless, separating her from me.

Judging by the way the doorknob rattled back and forth, she hadn't used the lock.

She was probably blocking it with her body so I couldn't open it…… something like that.

Or perhaps she'd blocked it with water magic.

Still, according to Neria, all she'd added was ten seconds of waiting.

If she'd told me to wait for more than ten minutes, I would have been annoyed, but ten seconds was nothing.

Sure enough, after about ten seconds had passed, the tightly closed door swung open by itself.

"…You can come in now."

…….

What had she made me wait outside for?

Naturally, the first place my eyes went was Neria.

But I couldn't tell what had changed.

The pitch-black jersey I'd been clutching along with Neria's breasts until a moment ago was still there.

So were the leggings I'd been lewdly stroking and touching along with her thighs.

Neria was there just as Neria-like as ever—or, put less kindly, like a jobless NEET shut-in.

Looking around the room afterward yielded the same result.

There was no sign anywhere that anything had changed.

"Why did you tell me not to come in?"

"…Ah, well, there was a reason. You'll find out later anyway."

"If I'll find out later, you could just tell me now…."

"J-just take it as one of those things…! If you talk back to me one more time, I'll end things right here!"

If she was going to act like that, there was nothing more I could do.

After all, the one in charge of this relationship was the witch glaring at me with both hands planted on her waist.

I had no choice but to obey meekly.

Even though I hadn't done anything wrong in particular, I added an apology and sat down again at the edge of the bed.

And then Neria was on my thighs….

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…Ah, right.

A moment ago, between Neria and me,

there had been a soft blanket.

"…Neria-nim? Are you going to do it like this?"

"…Now that I'm sitting here, this is actually better. Sitting on the blanket made me slide around a little."

"…I see."

So it had been uncomfortable.

In that case, well.

It couldn't be helped.

"Don't worry about the little things and continue what you were doing earlier. …Touching my breasts."

"…I take it you liked it more than you expected?"

"I didn't like it, okay…? I just think I have the slightest idea now of what you meant by sexual pleasure, so I'm telling you to try it again."

"I see."

"…Oh, really? If you don't want to, then don't. We can stop here; I'm fine with that."

"No. I definitely want to do it."

"……Hmph."

…I had to hold back my erection as much as possible.

Keeping only that in mind, I thought of sad things, then naturally pulled Neria into my arms again.

I lifted one arm upward and placed her heavy breast on my hand.

"……?"

But the sensation against my hand was, honestly,

unbelievably soft,

unbelievably squishy.

Aside from the fact that breasts were simply supposed to feel like this,

I could tell immediately

that one sensation that should have been there had vanished completely.

"…Did you take off your bra?"

"Mm-hm. Since you struggled to pull it down from beneath my jersey earlier……. This time, I just took it off…."

"…Ah, so that's why you told me not to come in earlier…."

"I-I don't care, just do it. You touched my nip...ple earlier, didn't you? You're going to do that again, right?"

"…Right."

"……Then I suppose it's more convenient to have my underwear off like this. That's all."

…….

"……Touch me, male prostitute."

"…Excuse me."

According to Neria, what was wrapped around my hand now was her bare breast, with the underwear out of the way.

Sure enough, as I slid my fingers along the swaying curve beneath my hand, I soon felt a particularly prominent nub beneath my fingertips.

…When it had first touched my fingertips, it hadn't been this noticeable.

I didn't mean that it was easier to feel because she'd removed her underwear.

It was because this degree of firmness was something I'd only seen after tormenting and stroking her thoroughly.

The fact that it was already like this from the start was, in a way,

strange.

"…Excuse me."

It was the exact same thing I'd said a moment ago.

Accompanied by the impudent remark that I knew it was rude but was doing it anyway, I flicked Neria's nipple with a light tap.

Naturally, I wasn't talking about a childish prank like flicking someone's forehead.

I meant the sound made when, while I was tugging it repeatedly between my fingertips, it sprang back to its original place after overcoming the pressure,

brushing against my fingers and making a light tapping sound.

That's what I meant.

"……Ugh…. ……, ………Eek."

…….

Fortunately, Neria didn't voice any particular irritation.

Instead, she merely held her breath and watched what was happening while letting out short moans.

She was even covering her mouth with the back of her own hand.

Judging by the occasional flinch of her shoulders, she was enjoying herself incredibly well for someone who had hated men all this time.

…….

For Neria's sake, I approached the 'line' first.

"…Excuse me."

"……? W-why are you touching the zipper…?"

The jersey zipper was nearly touching Neria's chin.

When I put my hand on the zipper pulled all the way up, she suddenly turned to look back at me.

Since we were embracing like lovers, even turning halfway around was enough for our eyes to meet.

"I'm going to take it off."

…….

"…If you don't like it, tell me anytime."

After saying that, I began pulling down Neria's jersey zipper.

I heard things like 'Hey,' 'Wait,' and 'Don't,' here and there, but in the end, they were nothing more than verbal complaints.

Since she was an apprentice Water Witch, she could have resisted by splashing water in my face, and then she wouldn't have ended up being undressed like this.

…Considering I still couldn't find even a single gram of fierce resistance from her, I didn't think I needed to worry about it.

The zipper reached the bottom in an instant.

As she said, it was a zipper that could be pulled all the way back up just as quickly if she wanted,

but Neria, the owner of the jersey, merely sat still and caught her breath.

…….

…….

…With one layer removed,

with only a single T-shirt between us,

even when her stiffened nipples were gently stroked,

only the two ears peeking out through her hair

turned bright red.

"Touching you like this is better. I hated how smooth and rustly it felt through the jersey. Now there's only a T-shirt between us."

"Y-yes, yes…, I see… I see…."

Neria's voice rose sharply once.

Toying with her breasts was something I'd been doing since earlier.

The reason was that I had pulled her deeply into my arms with my other hand.

"…This is probably better for you too, Neria-nim. If you wear two layers of clothing—the T-shirt and the jersey—there's no way the stimulation won't be weaker."

"……W-well, that's not exactly, wrong……"

Neria's voice rose sharply again.

This time, it was because I was tormenting her nipple much more blatantly with two fingers.

"……Eek, seriously…, you're such a lewd……. ……Hic,"

And now, while I enjoyed fantasies like, 'What would happen if I slipped my hand beneath Neria's T-shirt?' and, 'Would it be good to lightly touch her pussy once her judgment had grown weaker?'

"……Hey, wait, wait-wait………♡…."

Neria clenched her thighs tightly.

Because of my caresses, which had only stimulated her breasts,

she began to tremble visibly,

…because one special thing had happened.

"It seems you liked it after all, Neria-nim. Lewd acts with a man."

…….

Somehow,

carried away by the mood, I briefly sneered at her, then just

"…Hey, Nam Dowon."

"Yes, Witch. Shall I keep going like this—"

"…Get out."

"……?"

I ended up getting kicked out of Neria's house.

…….

Right.

As soon as Neria, who had been panting, recovered her breath, she kicked me out.

…It was good that I'd taught her pleasure for the first time, but.

My own lust remained completely unsatisfied.

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