Let's Collect Compliment Coupons (4)

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"It's unavoidable, so what's the big deal? Did I seem like such a bad witch that I'd order you not to get an erection?"

"…No, ma'am."

"Don't give me that. Anyone could tell you thought I was exactly that kind of witch. Jeez…. After all the good I've done for you…."

Though she was a little foul-mouthed and a tomboy, I'd known for a while that Neria was kind.

Even the countless comic books in the prison room had been put there so I wouldn't get bored.

After all the conversations we'd had since then, Neria was clearly a girl who could fairly be called a kind witch.

…But that didn't mean I could leap to the conclusion that, 'Neria is kind, so anything goes with her.' That would be the height of stupidity.

I had been careful because, unconsciously, I didn't want to do that. But I knew it.

"If you'd known, you could've just touched me however you wanted…, …ah, damn, what kind of item is this when I'm at the very back…."

"……."

But now I had even received permission directly from Neria herself.

The possibility that I would freely fondle a witch's breasts and then be harshly scolded

just because I got a little erect through no fault of my own

had disappeared.

"…Excuse me."

In any case, I was in a position where I had to teach Neria the pleasures of sex as much as possible.

There was nothing strange about carefully caressing her breasts in the process.

It was something I had to do anyway.

There was nothing strange about pressing my slightly erect body against Neria.

It was something she would have to experience someday.

I'd restrained myself in both respects because I'd been concerned about Neria's feelings, but this time I had even received her permission.

Unlike earlier, I placed my hand on Neria's breast with a little more of my desire in it.

"……Mm."

As soon as I touched near her nipple with my fingertip, I heard a slightly uncomfortable breath.

It was a breath that slipped between Neria's lips.

When I slid my finger beside it, I could already feel a faintly raised nub through her T-shirt.

…It was a strange thing.

When Neria had first been caressed by me yesterday, she'd been completely limp because she had no idea what was going to happen.

Yet simply because she'd learned a little, she was showing this reaction right from the start.

"Hey, Nam Dowon, you really do touch me in a lecherous way…."

"Should I take that as a compliment?"

"Of course it's an insult…! How could you possibly interpret that as a compliment…!"

"I thought it might mean that I'm the perfect candidate for the Apprentice Witch Rehabilitation Support Department…."

"…What a ridiculous thing to say…. You're so lecherous. You seem like a pervert."

Since she'd told me not to touch her so much that it interfered with the game, I decided it would be best to avoid rough movements as much as possible.

Besides, this opportunity had been created purely through Neria's goodwill, so it was all the more important to respect the limits.

With that in mind, I lightly squeezed and released her breast, then began slowly tracing Neria's nipple with the side of my finger.

I did so just enough for the nipple, cautiously growing taut, to brush against my finger—tap, tap.

As an aside, I thought this was the method I'd taught Neria most thoroughly yesterday.

Though I had no idea how she'd taken it.

"…Is this all right, Neria-nim?"

"More or less, I guess…."

"If that's the case…, judging by the way you're driving right now, I feel like I might be interfering a little."

"…Not particularly, so don't worry about it…. ……It's just that the others are playing well this round…."

"I see."

"Mm-hmm…. Everyone's driving…, not bad, n…. …Ngh."

Thanks to that, Neria's nipple had grown considerably taut.

I lightly flicked the protrusion that had pushed through her T-shirt with my fingertip.

I didn't remember everything clearly, but I thought this in particular had seemed to suit Neria's tastes yesterday.

Come to think of it, I'd been doing something like this right before she lightly climaxed at the end, too.

…So when I quietly tormented her nipple, Neria reacted as expected, her shoulders twitching.

At the same time, her kart slammed into the wall onscreen with a thud, so I continued stimulating her nipple as I asked,

"…I think I really am getting in the way."

"…Not particularly."

"……."

It seemed like I was interfering quite a lot.

But Neria said I wasn't.

I trusted her, at least outwardly.

"……."

"……Heh,"

Unlike yesterday, when I'd relaxed and merely shown her an example,

I squeezed Neria's nipple, already stiff, between two fingers.

Even the fact that I pinched it specifically to stimulate her

was something I did because I trusted you, Neria.

"…Mm, hmm…. They're really good… huh…. Yeah…."

As I was thinking that, she shifted slightly and leaned back against me.

Nothing had changed very much.

It was just that, until moments ago, Neria had unconsciously been fleeing forward as though avoiding my hand, so she was a little easier to touch than before.

Put another way, I could take it to mean that she had permitted this level of stimulation.

It also meant there was still plenty of room before I reached the 'line' I shouldn't cross.

Therefore.

"……Ngh, …hey, you suddenly…."

I became more persistent with the nipple I'd just pinched briefly.

I filled both hands with the lavish fullness of her breasts,

then traced their tips with my fingertips, scratch, scratch,

and firmly pinched the nipple that had begun to twitch.

…It was far more overt than the playful teasing I'd shown her as an 'example' yesterday,

something only lovers would do.

I tried it briefly while holding Neria in my arms.

"…Ah, I guess you're using the same strategy as yesterday. Deliberately staying in last place so you can get good items."

"Haaah…, ……Eek…."

"Neria-nim."

"……I-it is…. Honestly, this is the most convenient way. The mode I'm playing right now only requires me to stay near the top…."

"Aha."

…But for a moment, I also wondered whether she was feeling it more strongly than yesterday.

She kept lowering her head, and before I knew it, Neria was earnestly driving her kart into the wall again.

In real life, the kart would have been thoroughly wrecked, but fortunately, what I could see onscreen was only a game.

The kart made of zeroes and ones was blocked by the wall, making a cute little bumping sound.

"Besides, because of you…. I can't concentrate on driving…, ugh…."

"…But earlier, you said it wasn't particularly distracting, didn't you?"

"I mean, you're touching my breasts…, ……but this thing down here."

"……."

"……It's gotten hard and keeps pushing against me…. It's getting in the way of the game…."

And likewise, thump-thump, Neria flicked my thigh with the hand holding the gamepad.

She glanced back at me and said,

"Can't you make it go down a little?"

"…If it were possible, I'd like to as well, but it isn't something I can control. Especially when I'm with you, Neria-nim…."

"Yes, yes. So my looks are to blame…. Ugh…, then how should I sit so it'll be comfortable…."

"…Wouldn't it be better if you sat farther away, toward my knees?"

"Toward your knees…."

On top of my hardened cock, caught between my thigh and my slacks,

Neria's butt, which had been softly pressing down, wriggled its way forward and away.

…Though that seemed to stimulate me even more.

Since it wasn't something I needed to tell Neria, I crushed the thought beneath my tongue and swallowed it.

"Hmm…. This is actually more uncomfortable…. I can't lean against you, and the screen is closer, too."

And once Neria had moved far enough away,

after briefly complaining, she pushed herself deep into my arms again.

…Though she seemed to have done it without a second thought, the result was that her light body could once again press against my cock.

The blood rushed into the cock that had already been stimulated, yet again.

Thanks to that, gloomy thoughts didn't seem particularly useful anymore.

"…Can't you move it in another direction? I know it becomes a hard rod when it's erect, but it doesn't have to point toward me."

"Ah…, I can, but…."

"…Here. I'll move out of the way, so hurry up and move it."

"……."

I really was doing things like this now.

I let out a short breath, then hesitantly grabbed my cock through my slacks.

Like this…, if I call it the direction of my appendix, is that accurate?

I didn't even know what I was explaining, but anyway, all I had to do was pull my cock in this direction.

When I told Neria I was done, she happened to be looking at the game screen announcing that she'd been eliminated, then smoothly leaned her body against me.

"…Hey, now it's pressing really hard against the back of your butt, not underneath it."

"…I'm sorry."

The problem hadn't been solved at all.

"That's strange. It didn't bother me this much yesterday…."

"…Well, yesterday I was only a little erect. Today…."

"…Completely?"

"……Yes. Completely erect…."

"……Hmm."

What should I do? It was uncomfortable to use it as a chair.

Neria's quiet mutter slipped into my ears.

…And perhaps because of that, wicked thoughts naturally began to fill my head.

The best way to solve the problem was, naturally, to kill the erection.

Common sense said that to do so, I had to ejaculate several times.

Besides, until now, I'd been the one subtly taking the lead,

so perhaps, just perhaps,

I might be able to use this as an excuse to do something lewd with Neria.

"Then go masturbate in the bathroom now and come back. It's disgusting, but I'll allow it."

"……Pardon?"

That dream was shattered in an instant.

Apparently, ordering me to masturbate was much easier than doing something lewd for me herself.

"Why? Doesn't it get soft again after you masturbate? In novels, they say it gets soft again after you release semen."

"……Ah, yes, that's true."

"Then you can go masturbate and come back. I'll wait here, so go on."

"……."

"…Why are you reacting like that? Don't tell me you were thinking of pouncing on me just because you got hard?"

"No, of course I had absolutely no intention of doing that, but…."

Neria even made a disgusted face as she asked whether I'd been thinking of pouncing on her.

It was a very Neria-like reaction, but at this rate, our progress would obviously stop at touching her breasts once again.

On the other hand, perhaps I should be happy that we hadn't regressed.

In the end, my job was to guide Neria toward developing an interest in sex.

"…Neria-nim. Before that, may I venture one opinion?"

"What is it?"

So I racked my brain as hard as I could.

So that I could become as entangled with Neria as possible.

And so that Neria could feel as little revulsion as possible.

"…Isn't it true that I've been called here because your master asked me to come?"

"That's right. They were always severe with their nagging. They were also extremely interested in their disciples."

"I don't know how long it will work if we coordinate our stories and falsely report to someone like that, 'Things are progressing reasonably well,' and, 'But Neria-nim ultimately says she can't do it.'"

"Well, that's true."

"So instead…. Wouldn't it be better to lie, but leave clear evidence that we'd at least made an effort?"

"…Evidence?"

"For example, Neria-nim could describe a male organ or a man's semen in detail…. A more certain method would be to leave a photo of you practicing, but you'd obviously hate that."

"……Hmm."

"…So, in that sense, Neria-nim."

I swallowed once, then continued.

"Wouldn't it be better for you to try it, even if only briefly, right now…."

"……."

"…Ah, what I mean is, not sex, but just running your hand over it…."

"Your hand…. …My hand?"

"…Yes."

"……."

Unexpectedly, her answer came back quickly.

"……You're just using this as an excuse to do something lewd with me too, aren't you?"

"……."

"Answer."

"…Yes."

"…Hmmmm…."

"……Given the situation. I'll only use my hand."