5. Magic Recharge

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I'm so damn tired….

There's one thing I've genuinely wondered about for a long time.

My master and the friends of hers I occasionally got to see were the same.

Why were all the great figures invariably so sly and flirtatious rather than serious?

My theory on this is as follows.

The great witches with serious personalities spend all their time researching in seclusion at home, so they're rarely seen; in the end, I only ever encounter witches of that sort.

In other words, it's basically a hasty generalization born from a biased sample….

Even so, every single one of them was incredibly lewd.

I couldn't deny they were highly skilled, but whenever I met them, all they ever talked about was sex….

Ugh…!

As long as I'm an apprentice witch, there's no way for me to learn the truth about great witches.

After sending Nam Dowon and my master away in turn, I stretched and lay down on the bed.

As the chilled fabric brushed softly against my skin, I felt the stress that had been piling up in little knots begin to melt away.

Not all of it.

Literally, just a little.

A mere tip of the iceberg.

"…What should I do?"

Anyway, my master had left behind a small problem.

Even though I had planned to experience 'magic recharging' at my own pace without her having to meddle, she had pointlessly egged Nam Dowon on before leaving, saying she would help me, and what if my tastes became too refined, and so on.

Why did my master have to come meddle and leave me with this mess…!

I had tested what kind of man he was in my own way, and since he seemed gradually trustworthy enough….

I had planned to experience lewd things step by step from here on out….

"…Hmm."

Sex, sex, that damn sex.

How good could it possibly be for my master to flirt with Nam Dowon right in front of me?

…Could something that thick and big really feel that good?

That thing my master had mentioned…. …Whispering dirty things?

What was that supposed to mean?

For a moment, along with all those thoughts, I recalled the hideous male organ I'd held with my own hand yesterday.

I hugged the soft blanket tightly and rolled over with a rustle.

"……."

My head hurt this much, too.

What was Nam Dowon, whom my master had egged on so thoroughly in person, thinking at home right now?

He must be pondering a difficult problem.

*****

"Hello, Neria-nim. Good morning."

"…Oh."

Nothing in particular had changed.

If I had to make a rough guess, it merely felt as though I'd slept and woken up well.

When I saw Nam Dowon again on Monday, he looked perfectly normal.

"……."

That was all, so why was I this irritated…?

Was it because it felt as though I was the only one who'd agonized over it…?

Hmm….

"I'm only asking just in case, but you didn't do anything strange with my master, did you?"

"I didn't. Saturday was the first and last time I saw her. Of course, I don't even know her contact information."

"Hmm…."

"…Come to think of it, how did you know my phone number, Neria-nim?"

"Your number?"

I'd received it in a message from something like the government, with a note saying it was my attendant's contact information.

I hadn't deleted it, so if I turned on my smartphone, the record would still be there.

But even though something like that had happened over the weekend, I didn't like how Nam Dowon's expression was no different from usual.

So I played a small prank.

"How else? I found out with magic."

"…Is there magic like that, too?"

"Ah. You don't know…? Basic magic is incredibly vast. Every witch has a different field she delves into, like how I'm separately known as a water witch, but basic magic has countless varieties, each broad and shallow. As many as the shining stars."

"Then, as for how you learned my phone number…."

"What kind of magic do you think I used?"

"…Hacking magic? Something about that seems off. Or magic to read someone else's memories…?"

"Yes. I'm absolutely not going to teach you, though. It's an industry secret."

"I see…."

"Curious? Shall I teach you?"

"It's fine. If a witch says it's a secret, there's nothing I can do. I'm just an ordinary person."

…Hmm. He was giving up much more easily than I'd expected.

I had raised my nose in triumph, but as I was about to look down on Nam Dowon as he smiled awkwardly, I relaxed my expression.

It was because I was starting to feel bad about teasing him so much.

He was definitely far removed from the image of someone rough or violent.

As my master had said, I could clearly feel his muscles and all that, but overall, it merely felt as though he took care of his body.

He didn't match the stereotypical delinquent at all.

Would "handsome loser" be the right term for him…?

In any case, it was certain that he was the perfect man to entrust my first experience to.

I felt that if it were Nam Dowon, even while thoroughly aroused, he would gently ask me whether it hurt as he did it.

"……."

"……? Is there something on my face?"

"No. I was just looking at you."

"…Ah."

Once I collected all the Compliment Coupons he'd given me last time,

not only would I let him touch my breasts.

…Should I let him do it?

I was seriously considering it when I changed the subject.

"Hey. How many points did you have on that coupon now?"

"3.2 points. Fried rice +1 point, peeling an apple for you +0.5 points, serving as a chair +2 points, peeking at your underwear -0.3 points…."

"W-who asked you to list all the details…?! Shut up before I deduct more points!"

Anyway, 3.2 points.

That meant I needed 6.8 more points, so even with just the fried rice at lunchtime, a week would be more than enough to fill it.

So I supposed I should spend the week preparing myself mentally….

"If there's anything you'd like me to do, I'll work hard."

"……."

Besides mental preparation,

I wondered if I shouldn't also prepare my "body."

Since I'd happened to learn a thing or two from novels and videos.

Instead of hesitating pointlessly, I asked him directly while he was right in front of me.

"Hey. Nam Dowon."

"Yes."

"Before se…x, aren't you normally supposed to loosen things up a little with your fingers…?"

"…Pardon?"

"I-I mean, your cock is pointlessly thick as it is…! And long, too! So isn't it right to loosen things up separately before doing it?!"

"Uh, um… there is such a process, yes…."

"…Really?"

A suitable excuse had come to mind immediately, without any need for deep thought.

"…It might be useful for making things sound realistic when I lie to my master later…."

"……."

I could say it was because of that perverted master you'd seen on Saturday.

After those words, silence stretched on for quite a while, until I finally spoke first.

"…Don't you want to?"

*****

The girl who had definitely said she had absolutely no intention of having sex.

Yet she had let me touch her breasts.

Yet she had stroked my cock once with her hand.

Yet she was asking to at least try fingering.

…Of course, I was happy about it.

What was I supposed to take it to mean?

"Fried rice, 1 point. Cleaning, 1 point. Tidying up, 1 point… Altogether, 6.2 points…."

Could I take it to mean she was gradually becoming interested in sex?

Or was she raising the intensity bit by bit to test my patience?

Or was it simply a whim?

I couldn't know her intentions, but one thing was certain.

This was my first chance to touch Neria's vulva directly, so I absolutely couldn't fail.

At the very least, I couldn't give her a bad memory.

If I could give her an exceptionally good memory, that would be the best outcome.

I had to do my best not to squander this opportunity.

"…Cleaning I can accept. But tidying up feels a little forced…. I'll let it slide."

"Weren't things like the game pad scattered all over the place?"

"They weren't scattered around; that's where they belong in the first place. Wouldn't it be more annoying to put them away and have to take them back out whenever you wanted to use them?"

"Is that so…?"

"So normally, I should give you negative points instead, but… I'm a kind witch, so I'll give you 1 point just this once. Don't tidy up next time."

"……."

"…Besides, you seem so desperate to do lewd things with me that I can't help it."

"……."

To make that happen, I would have to guide Neria properly without getting too aroused myself.

…Still tense, I dragged my stiff body over and sat on her bed.

I couldn't even control my own body properly, so I was worried whether I could do this well.

"Anyway, um. …Do I just take off my pants?"

"In my experience, it would be more comfortable to take off your underwear as well…, but if you're embarrassed, you can leave it on. We can do laundry afterward."

"Okay. Then I'll just keep them on."

Neria boldly lay down on the bed, then began wiggling out of her pants.

As the jet-black sweatpants slid smoothly off, her pale, slender body began to emerge.

…Of course, she had a body far from toned, since she never exercised at all, but if you thought of it as "slender—," could there be a body that suited the word better?

Her breasts and buttocks, meanwhile, had a fair amount of flesh arranged in pretty curves.

It was the kind of body a man couldn't help looking at instinctively.

But if I kept staring, it felt as though Neria might shoot water bullets at my eyes, so I took a brief look and deliberately turned my head away.

"Pfft. You're going to be looking the whole time anyway, so why turn your head away?"

"…I'm sorry."

Since what she'd said was one hundred percent true, I quickly found myself with nothing to say.

"Throw my pants toward the computer chair. You can drape them over the backrest, I think?"

I did as ordered and sat back down beside the bed.

I was less than a handspan away from Neria, who was lying comfortably and catching her breath.

…To put it a little more explicitly,

I was positioned close enough to freely knead those snow-white thighs just by reaching out a hand.

"……But, um…."

Neria raised one knee to cover herself, as though embarrassed, and muttered toward me.

"Don't touch me too lewdly. …Got it?"

"……."

…That,

how on earth was I supposed to do that?