Chapter 23
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I, too, am a witch, so naturally.
Even if it isn't severe, I do have a bit of a superiority complex.
It can't be helped.
The fact that we witches are superior to humans is only natural, after all.
The only thing humans can really hold up against witches is their technology.
Even that merely made me think, How admirable that they've come this far; it wasn't astonishing.
Science, after all, is just something they worked on as a substitute because they couldn't use magic.
It was like raising your rank in a game by playing with your feet instead of your hands, if that comparison makes sense.
If they had achieved something superior to magic that way, it would be different, but most of human science and technology was still only competing on equal terms with magic from several hundred years ago.
There was only one exception. Aside from games, there was practically nothing worth taking notice of.
So, toward humans who were dull and stupid, and whose only value—in the case of men—was 'magic recharging,' it would have been stranger not to feel superior.
"Since this is Neria-nim's first time, you may feel something strange along the way."
"……"
"If you want to stop, please tell me at any time."
That superiority complex,
for the moment,
turns completely into shame.
"……"
I'm being held in the arms of a human I usually look down on, with my thighs spread.
My pants have already been thrown off, and only a single layer of snow-white panties is covering my private parts.
Before long, that human's long fingers will be squishing and rummaging around inside me.
The lewd sounds I'd encountered only in fiction will come spilling out.
Every one of those things is an event that will drag a witch's dignity to the floor.
…Maybe that's why, the more I repeated this fact to myself, the louder my heartbeat seemed to grow.
The pounding I hear right by my ear,
if it were Nam Dowon's heartbeat,
wouldn't it be beating in exactly the same rhythm as mine?
It probably is.
"…The area between these is called the clitoris. Are you aware of that?"
"……Eek,"
I know.
Nam Dowon's index and middle fingers, which had just slipped apart smoothly along my panties.
The little sprout peeking up delicately between them.
I knew at least that the name of that place was the clitoris.
…I had also learned from erotic novels that it was terribly sensitive, and that touching it wrong could hurt rather than feel good.
But separate from that, I was already in a state practically at MAX embarrassment, so I became needlessly defensive.
"W-why are you suddenly asking that? That's not what I asked you to do…!"
"Didn't I tell you earlier? I can't just jab my fingers in recklessly when you're completely dry."
"So what does randomly using your fingers have to do with the cl…itoris…?"
"…Rather than explain it in words, I think it would be better to show you through my actions."
"What…? What do you mean, actions—……eek?"
The result was this.
Because Nam Dowon's fingertips, which had been brushing me gently, touched somewhere incredibly strange, I instinctively clamped my thighs shut.
Somewhere strange—in other words, the place where the clitoris was.
Nam Dowon hadn't pressed down hard on that spot, nor had he pinched it as if to say, "Have a taste of this."
…It had merely brushed against me, yet a jolt shot up my spine.
With my thighs clamped tightly shut, I hurriedly grabbed Nam Dowon's arm.
"Hey…! What are you trying to do, touching me all of a sudden…!"
"…All of a sudden? I believe I gave you ample warning…."
"You said you'd do more! More! If you're going to touch my clit, you have to say, 'Prepare yourself, Neria-nim,' then count down 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, 0, ding―all the way…!"
"…Then I'll keep telling you right before I do anything."
"Hmph…."
…Come to think of it, Nam Dowon's hand had naturally traveled down from my lower abdomen to my panties.
The subject of the clitoris had come up, too. He had said he couldn't just jab his fingers in recklessly.
And at the end, he had said it would be better to show me through his actions.
Thinking it through one by one, Nam Dowon had been about sixty percent right…, but I didn't retract my words.
That's simply how witches are.
"……"
And at the same time,
my mind was busy swimming through the "strange sensation" I'd just felt.
…I was briefly flustered by the puzzling pleasure, so much like what I'd felt when Nam Dowon had toyed with my breasts.
Still holding Nam Dowon's arm, I hesitantly began opening the legs I'd hurriedly clamped shut.
It was because, in the end, it hadn't been unpleasant.
"…You're going to touch it again? The cli… whatever that was?"
"Yes. I intend to keep stimulating the area around it first. I think that's what I need to do for you to get what you want, Neria-nim."
"Ugh…."
"If you don't like it, we can just stop now…."
"W-who said I don't like it? …It's just awkward, that's all…."
"……"
"…Try it."
When women get aroused, a slippery fluid leaks along the vaginal walls and blah blah blah… That was basically what this was about, right?
I wasn't completely ignorant, so I knew at least that much.
I just hadn't experienced it because it seemed scary and bothersome.
…Still, this time there was a kind human in the house.
If I left it to this guy, I should be able to have a reasonably decent experience.
"…I'll touch you soon, so prepare yourself…."
"I know, so just do it! ……When I tell you to do it, do you really have to say every single thing, damn it…."
"…Yes, Neria-nim."
When I lightly scolded him for breaking the flow, I heard Nam Dowon sigh from behind me once again.
Apparently he kept doing that because he thought I couldn't hear him, but I could hear everything.
Just you wait.
If I later nitpicked him by asking why he'd sighed at that moment, his expression would be quite a sight….
"…Eek…?"
I thought.
As I giggled inwardly, Nam Dowon's hand began gently stimulating the area around my clitoris.
"…Ah, wait a second……."
"……"
It was exactly as I said.
Just like when he'd touched my lower abdomen earlier, all he did was press down with a little force,
then slowly stroke upward and brush over it.
"Hey…, Nam Do…won…, that feels kind of strange……."
"Is it very strange?"
"……A little…."
"A little."
His next action didn't touch my clitoris directly, either.
He merely continued gently stimulating the area around it.
But why,
when that was all he was doing,
"…More than that, you seem awfully tense, Neria-nim."
"D-don't give me advice."
"Rather than advice, I'd appreciate it if you thought of it as sincere counsel."
"……Hmph."
Why did it feel just as strange as when he touched me directly?
"…Is that better now? You said I seemed tense, so I relaxed a little…."
"…It's a little better than before. Then I'll continue like this."
"Continue…, y-yeah……."
"……"
I stuffed away the witch in my heart that dared think, How dare a mere human tell me what to do…
and surrendered myself to Nam Dowon even more.
…It wasn't very different from just before, but I looked every inch the shameless slut.
In a position I would never have taken not long ago,
again.
Just like the first time.
"………Eek…?"
The little bud between a girl's legs received a firm little squeeze.
Since he had given me time by stimulating the surrounding area, it was definitely stronger than the first time.
…Perhaps that's why it felt much better than it had at first,
enough that my back, which had merely lain still,
jerked a little.
"…That's a relief. It seems you like it."
"W-what are you talking about…. What do you mean, like it…!"
"It wasn't exactly a reaction that suggested you disliked it."
"That's…."
"…Did you perhaps dislike it?"
"……"
I don't dislike it.
It was the same when this pervert had toyed with my breasts last time: the adult knowledge Nam Dowon had taught me generally fell on the pleasant side.
The biggest problem was simply how embarrassing it was to admit that clearly out loud.
As I lightly bit my innocent lower lip in the aftermath, he took a short, deep breath, held my body more tightly, and said,
"Since you haven't said anything. …I'll continue."
"……"
…The fingers that had been stimulating my lower region,
started moving again.
"……Eek, …―ngh, hng……."
Even though it wasn't direct contact but stimulation through my panties, my body struggled under pleasure too much to bear.
I don't mean that figuratively; it really did.
My waist had just jerked on its own, and my spread thighs were busy trembling as well.
And that's not all. No matter how tightly I tried to press my lips together, weak moans that had thrown my will to the dogs kept leaking out.
What kind of voice was this? It was practically the voice of a delicate little girl.
Even so, I couldn't just give up and pant in peace….
Because I was conscious of the reaction of the man hugging me from behind.
I couldn't do that.
"…You're getting fairly wet."
"Y-you don't have to say it…!"
It was my body, and the panties I was wearing, so there was no way I wouldn't know.
At some point, they'd become soaked through, and the thin fabric was clinging damply to my skin.
Wet fabric itself wasn't something I normally ever experienced.
Which meant it was bound to feel disgustingly alien.
Panties drenched in my own fluids—it was so awkward and embarrassing that I felt like hiding in a mouse hole.
Nam Dowon continued stroking my vulva over those panties, then touched my clitoris a few more times before moving his hand elsewhere.
"……Since you don't have any experience yet. I'll only put in the tip."
The direction was to the side.
The side where he could pull the panties aside and push them away.
From there, he pulled them steadily to the side and tucked them out of the way,
then gently brought one finger to my narrow vaginal opening.
"…Are you all right?"
"……I'm fine."
It was something I had to do anyway.
To recharge magic, I would have to insert something longer and thicker than that.
Since even a single finger was too much to call mere practice, I nodded while gripping Nam Dowon's arm tightly.
Whatever else, it was true that I was a little scared.
I had done it on the basis of embracing him as tightly as I would a stuffed bear.
"……"
"……"
And the result was, unexpectedly,
…perhaps because I had been so thoroughly wet,
it ended without any particular pain.
The tip of Nam Dowon's finger slipped gently inside me without any trouble,
and when it withdrew again, it left behind only a single sticky squelch.
In other words, the result was a little anticlimactic compared to the process.
"…You did well, Neria-nim."
But that didn't mean the result was all that mattered.
It didn't mean I had gained nothing at all.
What mattered was the process itself.
"…Y-you did well, too. Yeah…."
…Was this what people called an indirect experience?
The first lewd thing I'd experienced, having my breasts fondled, had been pretty good in its own way.
And today, being kneaded firmly through my panties,
felt much better than that.
"……More importantly, some tissue, please…."
"…Ah, yes. Just a moment."
Sex with him, too.
…Could it unexpectedly feel really good, too?
……