Chapter 26
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“…If you've heard everything, hand over the phone.”
“Yes….”
After Erzel's brazen announcement.
Needless to say, unfortunately, the atmosphere wasn't exactly good.
Nor was it exactly bad, either. How should I put it?
Maybe it would be best described as an atmosphere in which it was difficult for me to speak first.
To put it more prettily, perhaps a somewhat chaotic atmosphere would be the right description.
…For a teacher to threaten to check her student's hymen.
If this had been an affair between ordinary humans rather than witches, this wouldn't have been the time to merely watch each other's reactions; I'd have been scribbling out a complaint first.
And since she'd said it even to me, Neria must have been encouraged by her master, at least to some extent, too.
“W-what did Master say to you?”
“She said she'd appreciate it if I replenished your magic power, Lady Neria….”
“Replenish my magic power…? Hah…, so she said strange and vulgar things to me, but politely asked you….”
“……”
She'd told Neria the same thing about wanting me to tear her hymen, too.
I wondered if I should have translated it differently, but changing my wording now would be awkward.
All I could do was hope Neria would somehow forget it completely and let it slide.
In the end, I pretended not to understand and put on a foolish smile. Neria, her hands buried deep in her pockets, met my gaze and spoke.
As an aside, perhaps she was still fairly sulky, because her lower lip was sticking out considerably.
“……Hey, male whore.”
“Yes, Lady Neria.”
“M-must be nice, huh? Getting the chance to have sex with such a beautiful witch?”
“…It's an honor.”
“That's right. You should consider it an honor. For a human like you to dare embrace a witch… It's far too great an honor…. An incredibly great honor…. Mm-hmm….”
“Ahaha….”
…But, Lady Neria.
For something supposedly such a great honor, the other witches seemed to take men to bed whenever they got the chance.
The team leader seemed to have done it often in the past, too. As had Lady Erzel, Lady Neria's master.
I kept that perfectly reasonable point to myself.
Sometimes you have to know how to agree even with an absurd statement from a superior.
Especially when that superior had brought up the word “sex” first, only to get nervous once the stage was set.
Besides, it seemed…
that, barring any major mishaps, this was an atmosphere in which we could proceed without trouble.
“D-don't just stand there. Go wash up. Just use whichever towel you see.”
“…Understood. Then, by any chance, are you planning to wash after I do, Lady Neria…?”
“W-what are you talking about? I've already washed! Besides, witches don't need to wash as often as humans in the first place….”
I also kept to myself that I'd already showered at home.
For now.
*****
She had a shower robe she usually wore, so I could borrow it after I finished showering.
No, it wasn't that I was allowed to borrow it; since I looked indecent, I was to cover myself with it before coming out.
As ordered, the robe I pulled out wasn't, naturally, a size I could wear comfortably.
“It's not a unisex robe, but a woman's size. Can't be helped.”
According to the personal details I'd seen last time, she was probably 168 centimeters tall.
Neria was tall for a woman, but I was tall for a man, too. Naturally, it was obvious at a glance that the robe was too short.
But going out with only a towel covering my penis would obviously earn me an earful from Neria.
In the end, I forced myself to drape Neria's shower robe over my body.
…Hmm.
…My shoulders were a little uncomfortable, but getting my arms into the sleeves wasn't much of a problem.
The length wasn't seriously short, either. It merely exposed a little of my wrists.
However, I felt the problem when I finally tried to tie the robe closed.
On a body like Neria's, it might have wrapped neatly, but on me, I looked like I was awkwardly wrapping a log….
So in the end, I walked out with only my arms through the sleeves of Neria's robe.
Of course, I covered my unsightly penis with a towel.
“I've finished washing, Lady Neria.”
“…Ah, yeah. You finished washing….”
Still, wouldn't Neria find me a little ridiculous dressed like this?
I had hoped that maybe it would loosen the tension I'd seen in her a moment ago—
but unfortunately, judging by the result, it hadn't made much difference.
It seemed she'd been rolling around on the bed waiting for me, trying to pretend she was relaxed,
but the hands clutching the blanket were trembling violently.
It was obvious even from here.
“……”
“……”
Besides, look at her.
If this were the Neria I knew, she should have started picking some arbitrary fight by now, but at present she merely fidgeted on the bed and looked my body up and down.
…She'd been bold in some strange situations before, but right now she was reacting like an unmistakably nervous virgin.
I approached Neria like a photographer stalking a wild animal, then sat at the edge of the bed and asked,
“When do you think would be a good time for you, Lady Neria?”
“……Sex?”
“Yes. Since it would be best to do it when you're comfortable, Lady Neria.”
“…I don't know. I only worked up the resolve to do it; I never thought about when I'd be comfortable….”
“…I see.”
“……”
At the end of her answer, Neria pulled the blanket she'd been hugging firmly up over her breasts.
Without saying a word, she was practically announcing, “I'm nervous,” and our pointless conversation came to a temporary halt.
Anyone could get nervous, but seeing her like this, I was more worried about whether she could finish her first time feeling good.
If this were sex between two people who liked each other, like with a girlfriend, I wouldn't have this concern, but business sex had far more difficulties than I'd expected.
To put it bluntly, if my partner were a witch like Lady Erzel or the team leader….
Instead of having to fumble around for days, I could have already ejaculated inside them several times with ease….
“B-but, you know….”
“…?”
While I continued that train of thought, Neria spoke up.
I glanced toward her, and she, still buried under the blanket, muttered timidly.
“…Do you want to do it with me right now…?”
“……”
There was no need to lie.
“Yes.”
“…Really?”
“……”
“……”
Hearing my answer, Neria shrank back beneath the blanket for a moment, then gently raised only her upper body.
The blanket still covered her up to her breasts.
Keeping it that way, she slid over beside me with a small thump as her bottom hit the mattress.
“…Since you want to do it right now. I guess it can't be helped.”
“…Do you mean me?”
“Yes. You. This kind witch will sacrifice herself for your sake.”
“……”
“…So, what do I do first…?”
…Ah, this is it.
That's what she means.
I don't particularly want to do it right now, but
since you, you disgusting pervert, want to,
I'll indulge you because I have no choice.
“S-so, your breasts first? You really like my breasts, don't you?”
“Well… touching your breasts isn't necessarily a required step….”
“Ugh…, …Well, that's convenient! I didn't care much for the breast thing, either! I couldn't even tell if it felt good…. Haha….”
“……”
“……Mm, mm.”
“……”
Maybe it was because that tone rubbed me the wrong way.
Or because all the things I'd swallowed while meekly obeying Neria had accumulated.
Or perhaps because it scratched at a pride I hadn't thought I possessed.
Or maybe simply because I was sexually attracted to Neria.
Or maybe because I'd started to think that, now we'd come this far, I didn't need to keep groveling before Neria anymore.
Maybe it was because of those thoughts.
I stared steadily at Neria, who was stringing her words together incoherently,
and when she finally swallowed hard, I quietly asked back.
“Didn't you like it?”
Three times.
Neria's long eyelashes fluttered rapidly.
“…No, I didn't. It wasn't that good.”
“You did like it. I remember clearly.”
“W-what are you talking about…. If I liked it, I'd have asked you every day! I never asked you, did I?”
Just as Neria said, she hadn't asked every day.
But that alone couldn't explain everything.
“The Compliment Coupon. You said you'd let me touch your breasts once I'd collected ten stamps.”
“I-I only did that as a favor to make you happy?”
“Last time you were gaming. You also let me touch your breasts as compensation for not being allowed to take a break.”
“You know that too. It was a reward. A reward….”
“And most importantly, whenever I caressed your breasts, Lady Neria, you reacted quite strongly. Isn't that right?”
“I told you I didn't! Do you have proof?”
“Proof… Hmm….”
“See? Y-you don't have any proof, do you?”
There were signs, such as her ducking her head and panting heavily.
Occasionally she would arch her waist and shift her position.
And there was the fact that Neria's once-soft nipples had become stiff as rocks in no time at all.
“Then how about we do this, Lady Neria.”
“……?”
Rather than laboriously presenting all that evidence, I thought of something a little more fun.
Something more entertaining came to mind.
“I'll touch your breasts for about thirty minutes, and if the words ‘I've lost’ come out of your mouth, we'll call it your defeat.”
“…From my mouth? ‘I've lost’?”
“Yes. Conversely, if you hold out without saying that, I'll be the one who loses.”
“…What do I get for winning?”
“What I want is, um….”
There were far too many things that came to mind, but if I asked for too much right from the start, Neria would obviously refuse.
So I suggested one practical, useful reward.
“During sex, would you listen to what I say?”
“Hmm…? That's it?”
“Yes. That's enough for me.”
“……Hmm.”
Perhaps because of that, Neria nodded without much hesitation.
She swept the pale-blue hair caught at the collar of her jersey aside with the edge of her hand, then spoke with an expression that made it seem she'd already won.
“Then if I win, I'll do whatever I want instead.”
“…Very well.”
“You'll do it without complaint? Even if I tell you to take it as slowly as possible?”
“That's fine. I was planning to do that anyway.”
“…Wait, you were planning to do that anyway? Then I want to choose again.”
“You can't. You said it first, so I revealed my terms too.”
“Oh, come on…, that's seriously so damn unfair…!”
…Honestly, I've felt this for a while now.
Despite having such an absurdly easy-to-please body that she reacted wherever I touched her,
how could she be so confident?
I genuinely couldn't understand it, even so.