Teaching an Apprentice Witch (4)

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"That's roughly how it works, Neria-nim."

Neria's breasts—my first time touching them. I only toyed with those soft tips with my fingertips for a moment.

I murmured into Neria's ear right in front of me, then carefully lowered my hand.

…Of course, if they were breasts this pretty, I wanted to touch them around the clock until I was sick of them.

But if I got too caught up in the mood and went too far, Neria's patience, which was smaller than a bean, would obviously hit rock bottom in an instant.

A naive, childlike witch, perhaps because she had grown up in a greenhouse.

I was familiar with Neria's personality by now, after observing her over the past few days.

Good thing I'd taken my hand away at once; if I'd kneaded her breasts for even thirty seconds longer, she surely 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 grew accustomed to it.

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

Repeating that to myself, I asked again.

"Neria-nim?"

"……Ah, yeah. Mm. Right. …So that's what this is like."

"How was it, having experienced it once?"

"So-so…, I guess…."

"Hmm."

But Neria's reaction to taking her first step into "lewd things" was….

How should I describe it?

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

That seemed about the right way to put it.

It wasn't that she disliked it, but she didn't seem particularly interested, either.

Given Neria's innocence, I'd cautiously hoped that something as simple and crude as sexual desire might work surprisingly well on her.

Looks like I'd thought about it too simply.

"…I really felt it just now, but men really do like breasts, huh?"

"Honestly, that's generally true. Big or small. When it comes to women's breasts, men are the sort who like them all."

"Small breasts…? Doesn't that mean nothing in particular?"

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

"……Hmm, fair point. I always play the thief classes in RPGs…. Or spearmen…."

"Maybe that's even more true because you're a witch."

Still, even this meager result was better than having her favor plummet vertically.

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

If I kept it up like this, maybe in a few days I'd be able to touch her pussy, too.

Looking forward to next time, I patted her shoulder.

"Then, please get up soon."

"…Hmm? You want me to get up?"

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

"So…, ……it's over?"

"……."

"……."

"……."

"……You aren't going to do more?"

"……."

"……."

*****

"……Ah, it's just that my legs are a little numb since it's been a while since I've been in this position. I was thinking we could take a short break before continuing."

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

After stepping away from Neria for a moment, I went straight to the kitchen and cleanly downed a glass of cold water.

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

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

"……."

I really hated getting ahead of myself like an idiot,

but if she'd asked me right then whether I wasn't going to do more,

wasn't there any possible meaning besides that, no matter how I thought about it?

"…There isn't. It could only mean that."

Unless I'd truly misheard her just now, Neria clearly wanted to do a little more rather than end things here.

Barely five minutes ago, perhaps? Back then, Neria had been busy complaining that my hand movements were lewd, and that if I kept touching her like that, wasn't I the only one enjoying it?

…Of course, I'd also noticed how she'd pressed her lips tightly together as if embarrassed when I toyed with her nipples afterward.

But I'd only thought she found the sexual stimulation novel at most; I hadn't even hoped it meant she wanted to go further and do more.

Maybe something as simple and crude as sexual desire had worked pretty well on her, just as I'd expected.

"……Phew."

I exhaled heavily, my breath laden with mixed emotions, then stepped back into the bedroom.

No, I was about to.

"Ah, wait a moment…! It'll only take ten seconds now…."

"……?"

I couldn't step inside.

The only thing I could hear was Neria's voice beyond the closed door; the tightly shut door itself remained utterly still, separating us.

Judging by the doorknob rattling back and forth with a clack, she hadn't locked it.

Maybe she was bracing it with her body so I couldn't open it…… something like that.

Or perhaps she'd blocked it using water magic.

Still, according to Neria, all that had been added was ten seconds of waiting.

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

Sure enough, right around when ten seconds had passed, the firmly closed door burst open on its own.

"…You can come in now."

"……."

What had she wanted me to wait outside for?

Naturally, my gaze went first to Neria.

But I couldn't tell what, exactly, had changed.

The pitch-black jersey that, until moments ago, I'd been squeezing along with Neria's breasts was still there.

The leggings I'd been stroking and touching lasciviously along with her thighs were still there too.

There she was in the same state as ever—very Neria-like, or, to put it badly, like a total NEET shut-in.

Looking around the room afterward, it was the same.

There was no sign anywhere that anything had changed.

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

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

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

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

If she went that far, there was nothing more I could do.

After all, the one in charge in this relationship was ultimately the witch lady, growling with both hands planted on her waist.

I had no choice but to obey meekly.

Even though I hadn't done anything wrong, I added an apology and sat back down on the edge of the bed.

And then Neria sat down on my thighs….

"……."

"……."

…Ah, right.

A moment ago, there had been a soft blanket between Neria and me.

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

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

"…I see."

So it had been uncomfortable.

Well, then.

Can't be helped.

"Forget the trivial details and continue what you were doing before. …Touching my breasts."

"…I suppose it was better than you'd expected?"

"It wasn't that good, okay…? I just think I have a slight idea now of what you meant by sexual pleasure, so I'm telling you to do it again."

"I see."

"…Oh, is that so? If you don't want to, don't. We can stop here."

"No. I really want to do this."

"……Hmph."

…Let's hold back my erection as much as possible.

With that as my sole focus, I called up depressing thoughts, then naturally pulled Neria into my arms again.

I raised one arm and set her heavy breast on my palm.

"……?"

But the sensation against my hand was, seriously,

unbelievably soft,

and damn squishy.

Leaving aside that breasts were naturally supposed to feel like this,

I noticed at once that a sensation that should have been there had vanished completely.

"…Did you take off your bra?"

"Mm-hm. You were struggling to pull it down through the jersey earlier……. This time I just took it off…."

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

"Y-yeah, anyway, just do it. You touched my nipple… earlier, didn't you? You're going to do that again, right?"

"…Right."

"……Then I guess taking off my underwear like this is more comfortable. That's all."

"……."

"……Touch me, you male prostitute."

"…If you please."

According to Neria, what my hand was wrapped around 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 single particularly protruding nub at my fingertips.

…When my fingertips first brushed it, it hadn't been nearly this noticeable.

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

this degree of firmness was something I'd only seen

after I'd tormented and stroked it over and over.

For her to be like this from the very beginning was a little…

Fascinating.

"…If you please."

The exact same words I'd used a moment earlier.

Accompanied by the rude words acknowledging that I knew it was improper,

I flicked Neria's nipple with a snap.

Of course, I didn't mean a childish finger flick.

I meant the way it sprang back to its original place because it couldn't withstand the pressure while I was tugging it repeatedly between my fingertips,

brushing against my finger and making little snapping sounds.

That's what I meant.

"……Ugh…. ……, ………ngh."

"……."

Fortunately, Neria voiced no irritation at all.

If anything, she held her breath and simply watched, letting out only short moans.

On top of that, she was covering her mouth with the back of her hand.

Judging by the occasional flinch of her shoulders, it seemed that, for someone who had hated men until now, she was enjoying herself very, very much.

"……."

For Neria's sake, I was the one who first approached the "line."

"…If you please."

"……? W-why the zipper…?"

The zipper of her jersey was almost touching Neria's chin.

When I placed my hand on the zipper, which was definitely fastened all the way up, she suddenly turned to look back at me.

Since we were embracing like lovers, 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."

With that, I began pulling down the zipper of Neria's jersey.

She objected now and then with things like "Hey," "Wait," and "Don't,"

but they were ultimately only verbal protests.

As a water apprentice witch, she could have resisted by splashing my face with water, and then I wouldn't have been able to strip her like this.

…But since I still couldn't find even a gram of fierce resistance, I probably didn't need to worry about it.

The zipper reached the bottom in an instant.

Just as she said, if she wanted, she could pull the zipper back up just as quickly,

but Neria, the owner of the jersey, merely sat there quietly catching her breath.

"……."

"……."

…With one layer peeled away.

With only a T-shirt between us,

even with her stiffened nipples being gently stroked,

the only thing that turned bright red

was the pair of ears peeking out through her hair.

"It feels better touching you like this. Over the jersey it was so smooth and rustly, which I hated. Now there's only a T-shirt between us."

"Y-yes, yes…, I see…."

Neria's voice jumped up sharply once.

I had been teasing her breasts all along, of course.

It was because I pulled her deeply against me with my other arm.

"…This is probably better for you too, Neria-nim. If you put both the jersey and the T-shirt between us, the stimulation can only be weaker."

"……W-well. That's not exactly, wr-wrong…."

Neria's voice jumped up sharply once more.

This time, because I was teasing Neria's nipple much more blatantly with two fingers.

"……Ngh, seriously…, you're just so lewd……. ……Eek,"

And now, while I was entertaining fantasies like, 'What would happen if I put my hand inside her T-shirt?'

'Should I lightly touch her pussy when her judgment was impaired?'

"……Hey, wait, wait-wait………♡…."

Neria squeezed her thighs tightly together.

Though all I'd done was stimulate her breasts,

she was visibly trembling,

because something special had happened.

"Looks like you liked lewd things with a man, in your own way."

"……."

How should I put it?

Carried away by the mood, I gave her a brief, teasing jab, and—

just like that.

"…Hey, Nam Dowon."

"Yes, Witch. Shall I keep doing this…."

"…Get out."

"……?"

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

"……."

Right.

She kicked me out as soon as the panting Neria regained her breath.

…It was a good thing I'd taught her pleasure for the first time.

But my own lust hadn't been satisfied at all.