Chapter 13
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…Let's turn back time a little.
This idiot-looking civil servant here.
The strange feeling I had when he did lewd things to me was definitely a kind I'd never experienced before in my entire life.
Awkward,
strange,
and fascinating,
…and for some reason, it made my head feel like it was floating,
A feeling I was genuinely experiencing for the first time.
"Get out, quickly!"
I didn't want him to notice that opening, so I forcibly drove him out.
Looking back, I probably didn't need to react so sensitively, but my agitation at the time egged me on, and I ended up….
…Anyway, perhaps fortunately, because I'm an apprentice witch.
There was none of that coercive behavior like the men I'd read about in novels.
In those stories, whenever women acted like me, the men would brazenly hurl insulting things like, "Act like a bitch," or whatever.
When he was kicked out, he simply obediently walked away without showing the slightest dislike.
"……."
That thing that had touched my butt near the end.
Even though, after having received sex education, there was no way I couldn't know what it was, and it definitely seemed to have gotten a little hard.
He really said nothing about it.
He even maintained his usual, excessively kind attitude.
"…Ah, my underwear…."
I may have gone too far—if only for a brief moment.
Having put out the immediate fire, I first properly put on the underwear I'd taken off.
Since I'd hidden it under my pillow, finding it again took no time at all.
Then I slammed the door shut, ran to my room, and dove onto my bed.
For a while, I flailed around face-down on the soft pillow and blankets,
kicking the blanket repeatedly with the tops of my feet while busily blurting out,
"I wanna dieeeee…."
Because I was embarrassed.
After putting on such an imposing, witch-like air in front of an ordinary person,
only to end up showing him such a disheveled side of myself at the very end,
I was embarrassed enough to die.
"……Ugh."
About five minutes after kicking Nam Dowon out.
Even so, I could still feel a persistent tingling at the tips of my breasts.
It was naturally better than when they'd been pinched, stroked, and toyed with at length, but to end up like this just because I'd humored that male prostitute for a brief moment….
What on earth was going on?
Did all perverts live with sensations like this?
With this subtle, irritating sensation?
"……."
Well, now that I'd actually tried it, it hadn't been bad….
"Hmm…."
"…This is strange."
Of course, that didn't mean it had felt incredibly good!
To classify it precisely, it only meant the sensation belonged on the good side!
If I were to call it bad, it would have to include pain, sadness, or annoyance,
but anyway, none of those things were present.
…It was a little on the good side, though.
In particular, that squeezing sensation in my lower abdomen just now had felt undeniably good.
To the extent that my mind was still full of question marks over the sensation.
But if I honestly confessed this fact to Nam Dowon, it was obvious what kind of future awaited me afterward.
"…I can do that by myself, you know. That thing just now."
In the end, I decided to continue the experiment on my own.
"…That perverted bastard definitely did it like this……?"
For a witch seeking the truth, curiosity is one of the greatest virtues.
Therefore, it would be an admirable attitude for me, too, to take an interest in an unknown sensation.
After making up a suitable excuse to myself, I hesitantly pulled down the zipper of my jersey pants.
They say getting started is half the battle; once my hand reached that far, the rest proceeded smoothly.
Even the bra I'd just put back on was now lying limp and discarded right beside me.
In the end, what my eyes saw was a black T-shirt pulled up to my collarbones,
the snow-white, soft flesh I saw every day in the shower.
…And at its tip, nothing but a cherry-blossom-pink bud.
Nam Dowon had definitely rolled it gently with his fingers.
"……Ngh,"
Like this.
More or less this way.
As I ran my fingertips around my tense nipple, a ticklish pleasure began seeping inward along my skin.
The moan that escaped me, scratching at my throat before I knew it, was an added bonus.
It was the same when I lightly pinched the nipple directly with my fingernails.
When I tormented the nipple with enough force to make it sting slightly, an incomprehensible excitement thoroughly soaked my mind.
This must be the 'indirect sexual pleasure' Nam Dowon had mentioned.
The twitching between my thighs must be for a similar reason.
"…Ah, this, even just brushing over it is quite…."
By this point, I had no choice but to admit it.
At least this act itself really was something that felt good.
I could nitpick if I forced myself to, but I would admit this cleanly.
However, Nam Dowon had said this was only indirect pleasure.
In other words, that meant the truly pleasurable thing was something else.
And if I inferred its identity from the context,
it was, of course.
"Sex…."
There was nothing else it could be but sex.
Forcing that repulsive thing into this cramped little place,
and ramming it in and out with wet, excited thuds,
was supposedly more pleasurable than these fussy little hand movements.
"…But I really can't understand that…."
This wasn't some vague suspicion; it was an argument based on common sense.
What would happen if I shoved a baguette into my nostril right now?
It would obviously hurt, wouldn't it?
Sex was the same.
No matter that you called it a girl's vaginal opening, it was barely large enough for one finger to squeeze in and out.
For that thick penis to go squelching in and out of it could only hurt, and childbirth offered a somewhat exaggerated example of the same thing.
But this thing I'd just learned about for the first time…, …how should I put it?
Seeing that touching my breasts with my fingers felt good,
perhaps sex, which I had assumed would certainly be painful, had an unexpected possibility….
"……."
It did seem like it might.
But it was still a little frightening.
Although Nam Dowon had been an exceptionally kind man so far, I hadn't yet seen his true depths.
Whether the men in novels or the men I'd encountered through videos, all of them got excited at the sight of a naked woman and busied themselves acting violently.
Perhaps he, too, would reveal his true colors when a truly naked woman was in front of him.
He might clamp a hand over a woman's mouth when she begged him to stop, brutally thrusting his hideously erect penis into her,
and finally spew semen deep inside her as if marking her with its smell….
In other words, this was still a part I had "not observed."
That left me agonizing vaguely for quite some time.
A solution occurred to me.
"…A stress test."
I could check its stability through a stress test.
In other words, a durability test.
I would see how Nam Dowon reacted and held up when subjected to an extreme load.
The load in question was, naturally…,
sexual desire.
Or an erection….
Besides, making him get an erection should be easy enough….
As it happened, I'd just experienced it.
When I let him touch my breasts while I sat on his lap, he had made his penis grow slightly hard before long.
Since even that had happened in a very short time, surely I could make it harder still if I had more time.
In addition, I came up with one more testing tool for checking his character.
The so-called Compliment Coupon.
Each time Nam Dowon did something virtuous, I would convert it into points and grant him a chance to touch my breasts!
This would be a device for understanding his character, while also serving to guide him and "rehabilitate" him.
"As expected, I'm a genius!"
"……."
So if Nam Dowon had actually been hiding a sinister true nature,
I could scold him with a simple spell and then use him as a slave just as I was now.
If I became convinced that Nam Dowon was a man I could entrust my body to,
then, well, …yes.
…It probably wouldn't hurt to experience sex once.
"It'd be nice if it didn't hurt…, mm-hmm…."
It wasn't as though I had quit because I hated magic, either.
I had run away because I was afraid of sex for the sake of magical power; I still liked magic.
Drawing ink-black clouds across the sky had always been enjoyable, just as it was before.
If I could obtain semen through a gentle, kind man,
……it might be all right.
"……."
Having reached that conclusion, I continued masturbating for a little while longer.
"……Huh?"
If I had known that a mysterious water spell would be cast between my thighs as a result,
and that the panties I was wearing—even the hem of my jersey pants—would get dirty because of it,
I would have taken off my panties,
laid something underneath me,
and then masturbated.
*****
"Do I really just have to stay like this?"
"Exactly. You're in the perfect position right now, so stay still just like that."
"…Understood."
Despite what had happened yesterday, Neria had once again come and sat on my lap.
And this time, she was pressed much more tightly against me than yesterday, in a position that genuinely said she intended to use me as a chair.
Thanks to that, the light weight of Neria's body was transmitted intact through my thighs.
However, unlike last time, when she had been dressed in a thin jersey, this time she was wearing a thick down parka.
As a result, it was uncomfortable, and I was getting hot too, but… it couldn't be helped.
To win Neria's approval, I had no choice but to accept even this sort of eccentric behavior.
I let out a resigned sigh and continued with my question.
"Um, Neria-nim? Before we really begin, I have one question."
"What is it?"
"How long do you plan to stay like this…?"
"How long? Hmm. An hour? A little over an hour?"
"An hour…, hmm…."
I'd expected roughly thirty minutes, but she intended to sit there for a whole hour.
Keeping a girl on my thighs for that long seemed like it could cause problems beyond just making my legs go numb.
Perhaps noticing my concern, Neria added,
"I'll give you breaks between each game, too. So just think of it as punishment for yesterday while you're at it."
"……Yes, Neria-nim."
…Aha.
Hearing that, I more or less understood.
Sitting on my lap was apparently a kind of punishment for Neria.
In fact, if she merely sat here doing nothing, my legs would cramp terribly, so it wasn't entirely untrue.
But having a pretty woman sit on my lap was an entirely different matter.
She was probably like that because she'd spent all her time researching magic in her room.
I didn't say anything else.
"Oh, it's Mario Kart?"
"You know what it is?"
"I know of it. It's not exactly one of my favorite games, though."
"You've got lousy taste. No wonder you manhandle women's breasts."
"……Haha."
And so Neria began the game while grumbling.
In my role as her chair, I quietly watched Neria play.
…It went without saying, but she seemed to be extremely good at games.
She was so good that even I, who knew little about them, could tell.
You could see it simply from her rankings, and judging by the way she did insane jumping stunts in what was supposedly a racing game, she'd clearly become thoroughly hardcore.
As I watched the dazzling screen, time passed in an instant.
"……Ugh, shit, I got the garbage course…."
That was when the problem began.
"Hey. Nam Dowon. Hold my gamepad for a moment."
"Ah, yes."
While absorbed in the game and queuing up the next match without taking a break, Neria finally began taking off the hot-looking down parka.
It seemed she really had been hot wearing something this thick.
Apparently getting a little heated from the game at the same time had been the catalyst.
In the end, after rustling and wriggling around, she finished shedding it like a snake, leaving Neria wearing nothing but a pitch-black T-shirt.
"Haaah… It's cooler now…."
"Um, didn't you say you absolutely weren't going to take off that outer garment?"
"Mmm…, at first, I put it on because my jersey was in the wash and I wanted to cover up since your gaze was so lecherous…. But now you're only looking at my back. I think it's fine."
"…Was it really that lecherous?"
"Ex~tremely lecherous, you know?"
Neria was slightly sweaty.
As proof, beads of sweat had gathered at her nape,
yet for some reason, all I could sense was a sweet, fruity scent.
"Pervert. Give me my gamepad again."
"…Here you are."
If it smelled like sweat, it should certainly have been unpleasant.
Could it be that I still hadn't fully woken up?
Wondering, I cautiously twitched my nose, but the result was the same.
A scent reminiscent of fruit.
Even so, there was a sweetness drifting through the air whose exact nature I couldn't quite identify.
As though this were only natural for a witch.
"Haaah. I should've done this from the start instead of worrying about your gaze. Besides, it's more comfortable when I lean against you like this."
"…I'm glad I could be of assistance."
"Yeah, yeah."
"……."
And that,
to put it bluntly,
was not good for my health.
"……."
…If I let my mind wander from my melancholy even for a moment,
I felt like I might get an erection without regard for the situation.