Let's Collect Compliment Coupons (3)

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If I happened to get an erection right now, it was obvious what Neria would say to me.

She'd probably say that anyone who got hard while being punished was a pervert, then cancel the two Compliment Coupon points she'd promised earlier.

I had to prevent that somehow.

I was in the middle of trying the method I'd seen online: 'singing the national anthem with all my might in my head.'

"Ah, that's so unfair…!"

"……."

It looked like my opponent had played well.

After her brief outburst, Neria leaned her upper body slightly forward.

There were plenty of cases where situations like this naturally led to forward-head posture, but Neria was healthy enough by comparison.

Unfortunately, however, the view I had was anything but healthy.

To begin with, setting aside the fact that leaning forward made a little more of her back visible,

there was something my eyes happened to catch when I lowered my gaze farther.

"Can't be helped. I guess I'll just stay in the back and pick up items this race…."

"……."

White.

I'd thought stripes would probably suit a guileless girl like Neria, too.

But today, Neria was wearing pure, innocent white.

"…Isn't it bad to stay in the back the whole time, Neria-nim? It's a racing game."

"You get good items when you're in the back. You can use them to shoot up into the middle ranks at the end."

"Ah…. So that's what you meant…."

Maybe it was because a lewd thought had crossed my mind once.

I kept noticing only things of that sort, so I deliberately started talking to Neria.

I sang the national anthem in my head while discussing the game aloud.

I figured that would be enough to shake off these distractions.

…But contrary to my expectations, it wasn't working.

Above all, I could feel Neria sitting on my lap far too clearly.

And she kept pressing herself against me.

"……."

It keeps touching me.

This soft, squishy butt of hers.

"Look. I made it up to third in no time, right? At this rate, I might even get second."

Neria had really climbed from the bottom ranks all the way to third by then.

Looking quite pleased, she spoke to me and leaned comfortably against me.

From her perspective alone, it was exactly like using a comfortable chair.

But I couldn't just describe it that way and move on.

That was only Neria's perspective.

It contained nothing of my perspective—only hers.

So, if I put forward my own opinion for a moment…, this leaning posture was genuinely troubling too.

…The sheer visual impact was indeed somewhat weaker than before.

But Neria's sweet, sugary scent was much easier to perceive in this position.

"Neria-nim. Um…."

"? Why?"

"……Never mind."

"Hmm…?"

For some reason, a pleasant scent kept brushing the tip of my nose.

Neria's soft body kept pressing firmly against me.

Her unsuspecting butt had naturally come into contact with a very bad place.

…It was probably just my imagination, but it even seemed as though she was subtly pressing and rubbing against me.

So,

If I had my way, I'd just pull Neria's waist tightly into my arms.

I wanted to bury my face in the nape of her neck and leave behind filthy bite marks.

I wanted to leave her to her game while doing all sorts of lewd things to her so she couldn't concentrate.

…Or lie her down on the bed just like this and have my way with her.

How was I supposed to endure this?

And to top it all off, she was a witch.

"When you start to say something and then stop like that, it's incredibly distracting, you know?"

"I'm sorry. It really was nothing."

"What could it be…, what were you about to say before you stopped…. Were you about to tell me to get off because I'm heavy…."

"No, Neria-nim, it's not as though you're heavy…."

"…Hmm, well, that's true…, ……I just remembered! Come to think of it, I didn't give you a break just now, did I? We ended up playing two rounds in a row without thinking."

And so, just as I was singing the national anthem to my heart's content—a song I hadn't sung since elementary school—Neria, who had finished the course in second place, stretched and spoke.

If she meant a break, then yes. There was such a thing.

After every game, she'd have me rest while she did a little stretching, but this time she'd taken off her down jacket and started the next game right away.

"I'll move aside for a moment, so rest. Ngh…."

"Thank you, Neria-nim."

Fortunately, my thighs weren't particularly sore. As she'd said earlier, Neria was light enough that sitting on top of me hadn't been much of a burden.

Still, I wanted Neria to get off me even for a little while for that 'other reason,' so I didn't argue with her decision.

If we'd stayed pressed together for even five more minutes, I surely would have been in serious trouble.

"…Ah, shall I bring you some water? You were sweating a little, perhaps because you were hot."

"Sure. I'll add 0.1 points if you bring it. ……And also…."

"Should I bring a towel?"

"No. I don't need a towel, and, hmm."

While I fetched a glass of water, I could let my erection go down a little too.

There happened to be a large window in the prison cell, right?

I could open it and get some cold air; that should help.

As I was thinking that, Neria let out a slow yawn and said,

"I feel a little bad about making you sit there the whole time. During the next round, I'll let you touch my breasts however you want."

"……."

At first, I thought I'd misheard her.

"…You don't want to? You like touching my breasts, don't you? Breasts are the reward for the Compliment Coupon, too."

"It's not that I don't want to. But Neria-nim, you really don't have to go that far…."

"I'm fine with it. What you did to me yesterday wasn't something I disliked all that much."

"……Pardon?"

"I said I didn't hate it. …Who said it felt good?"

"……."

"Besides, if I toss you a carrot every now and then like this, you'll work hard because you want the carrot, right?"

"That is certainly true…."

"Right?"

But hearing all this, I realized I hadn't misheard her after all.

Having finished her explanation, Neria waved the hand holding the gamepad back and forth.

"Bring me water first. I'm thirsty."

*****

As for Neria's breasts, I'd touched them just yesterday.

They'd been pretty, full breasts with just the right amount of give to make them pleasant to touch.

But the situation was different today.

Yesterday, I'd touched her 'after we'd agreed' because I was trying to teach Neria, even a little, about sexual pleasure.

This time, though, I'd merely received permission to touch them briefly, without any such purpose.

"There. Don't touch them so much that you get in the way. Control yourself."

"……."

It had become an awfully ambiguous situation for me to touch her as enthusiastically as I had yesterday.

…If I got an erection because of that, I'd be the one completely screwed.

Fortunately, Neria seemed to have received at least a basic sex education, so she probably knew that erections were a natural phenomenon.

Even so, knowing something and permitting it were entirely different matters.

Getting hard while Neria was sitting on my lap would be a choice with roughly a ninety-five-percent chance of leading to the wrong answer.

…Knowing that, I still had to touch her. Wasn't this situation just unfair beyond belief?

Compared with Neria's Mario Kart just now, where all sorts of items came flying at me, this was practically civilized. Civilized.

"What are you waiting for? Touch me quickly before I queue up the next race."

"Ah, understood…."

Wasn't this closer to punishment than a reward?

After heaving a long sigh inwardly, I cautiously wrapped an arm around Neria's waist.

"…Hmm. You did this last time too—are you touching me from the bottom up again today? Is there some special reason?"

"There is no special reason. I was just trying to touch you, and my hand naturally started there…."

"So it wasn't because it felt better or anything; you just happened to touch me that way…. …Well, all right. Don't worry about it and keep going."

"…Yes."

…In any case.

She wasn't wearing a bra again.

Maybe she'd taken it off while I was fetching the water. Since it was the same as last time, I didn't think too deeply about it.

It was only natural that her softness and springiness were exactly the same as yesterday.

Following that curve, I slowly slid my hand upward and, so as not to interfere as much as possible, kneaded her breast 'stupidly.'

To describe it, um…. I mean I just squeezed it firmly over and over, like I was holding a huge dumpling.

This way, it wouldn't be too harmful to my dick, and it wouldn't interfere with Neria's game, either.

"…Hey, male prostitute."

"……?"

But perhaps there was a problem with that, because Neria, whose game had found a match, pressed the back of her head against my chest and said,

"You tormented my nipples to your heart's content yesterday, so why are you being so halfhearted today?"

It's because you told me not to interfere.

But a working adult knows to carefully rephrase what's on their mind before saying it, so the listener won't get angry.

"Then perhaps, Neria-nim, could you tell me what approach you'd prefer…."

…Of course, if someone were rotten to the core by nature, they might smack me across the cheek over and over with all their strength, saying, 'Why are you asking me a question in return?'

I'd seen similar cases among the horror stories about civil servants and members of the public. More than once, too.

But aside from being excessively afraid of sex, Neria was a fairly sensible witch.

She glanced at the kart at the starting line and told me what she wanted.

"…I don't know. There's no particular way I want you to do it."

"Then I can just touch you the way I was a moment ago…."

"You can, but why are you doing it so halfheartedly?"

"Ah, well…."

A turtle character counting down the numbers appeared at the top of the screen.

I could see it displaying exactly 5 before moving on to 4.

"……May I be honest with you?"

"Sure. Go ahead."

"This may be something Neria-nim won't like hearing…."

"I told you twice to go ahead and say it."

4, and then 3.

"…If I touch Neria-nim's breasts too enthusiastically, naturally… that is…."

"……."

"I think I might… get an erection."

"……."

2, and then 1.

As the numbers ticked down in order, Neria cleared her throat and answered simply.

"…Did I tell you not to get an erection? Besides, you got a little hard yesterday too, didn't you?"

"……Huh."

"Did you think I didn't know…? How could I not, when it was touching my butt?"

Vroooom.

Among the karts that started pulling ahead one after another, only Neria's fell behind.

She must have forgotten to use her booster.

With Neria and me both staring fixedly at the screen,

her voice continued.

"Whether you get an erection or not, I don't really care. You idiot."