6. Turning the Tables (2)

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Although she frowned and called it unfair, Neria fortunately accepted my challenge.

Apparently, the fact that the only price was "doing as she was told" had been a major factor.

Or perhaps she firmly believed she would never have to say anything like, "I admit defeat."

Either way, I was happy.

"So I just have to sit on top of you again, right?"

"I think that would be best."

"Haaah…. It wasn't like the breasts felt particularly good anyway…, hm…."

Neria muttered something she didn't need to say, then finally let go of the blanket and emerged from under it.

Naturally, she was still wearing the same jersey and sweatpants I'd seen earlier.

I'd wondered if she'd taken them off under the blanket first, but apparently she hadn't had any such intention.

…By contrast, girls who liked lewd things were much more forward than I'd expected, which was disconcerting.

At this rate, I still had quite a long way to go.

"This time, I'll do my best to make it as enjoyable as possible for you, Neria-nim."

"…So you weren't trying hard last time?"

"Back then, I was trying to get you interested in lewd things rather than maximize your pleasure, Neria-nim. It was your very first time, after all."

"…Hmm."

"Games are like that too, aren't they? The parts that first catch your interest aren't the same as the parts that are fun when you delve deeply into them."

"…You sure are good with words…? You just wriggle your way out of everything…."

Neria's buttocks, freed from the blanket, came into contact with my thigh.

She wasn't fully sitting with her weight on me yet; she was perched sideways, like someone sitting on the auxiliary seat of a bicycle.

If you awkwardly sat like that, trying to force your feet onto the ground, wouldn't this be exactly how it felt?

Neria, who still didn't seem used to men, fidgeted like that for a while before muttering as if she'd only just realized it.

"…You're not wearing pants."

"…I just showered, remember? And you happened to lend me a bathrobe, Neria-nim."

"Ugh…, I know…! I only said you weren't wearing any! Did I get angry and ask why you weren't wearing pants or something?!"

"…Ahaha…."

"…Fine, I know you're not wearing any, but be careful when you get hard. You're unnecessarily big, so just sitting here becomes uncomfortable. That's all I was trying to say!"

"It may not be easy, but I'll do my best."

The words, "Wasn't that just you getting angry?" rose to the back of my throat, then were swallowed down.

Smile. Smile. For now, just smile.

Until Neria became addicted to lewd things with me, I was unconditionally the subordinate (乙).

Thanks to that, all Neria could see was the business smile I awkwardly aimed at her.

Neria stared at me for a moment, then snorted and turned around.

"It's 11:04 a.m. I've checked the time, so this is a contest until 11:34. Let's see what you can do."

The contest began.

Along with those oddly grandiose words, I heard the sound of her jersey zipper sliding down.

"…You were going to take it off anyway, right? Should I take it off like this?"

"Thank you, Neria-nim."

"What are you thanking me for…? It's hardly a big deal…."

I felt like she'd done exactly this last time, too.

With a rustle, Neria's jersey came off and was tossed over the armrest of the chair in front of the computer.

…Part of me wanted to keep her wearing it and thoroughly devour her until she couldn't focus on her game, but anyway.

What mattered more right now was this sight before me.

A black T-shirt with not a single gram of sex appeal.

Long, striped sweatpants of the sort commonly seen around the neighborhood.

The clothes hanger was Neria.

It was precisely for that last reason that, despite having seen this sight until I was sick of it, I was still insanely turned on.

"I-is this enough now? Or should I extend it to 11:35 to make it more fair?"

"…Hmm, then before we begin, I'll do just this one thing."

"What are you going to—……eep."

Simply putting a black T-shirt on any random woman in sight wouldn't turn me on.

Because she was a witch.

Because she had only just turned twenty.

Because she lived like a vampire, staring only at the glow of a monitor and hardly ever seeing sunlight.

A woman with skin so pale it sharply contrasted with the T-shirt had to be the one wearing it for me to get turned on.

The sweatpants Neria was wearing were no different.

Because the snug waistband revealed the entire line of her slender waist.

Because below that, the pants hung loose in their generous size, yet made her hips unmistakable.

Because beneath the cuffs, slightly rolled up, her thin white ankles were fully visible.

Those were the parts that turned me on.

"Hey, Nam Dowon…! I'm allowed to take off my underwear myself!"

"Last time, I touched your panties plenty. This time, it's only your bra."

"That was…, ……ngh."

"Besides, when we do 'magic recharge,' underwear is something you'll have to take off plenty of. I think it would be better for you to get used to it slowly."

"…O-okay, I get it. I said I get it. …Take it off or don't…."

Neria adjusted her posture, stealing a glance over her shoulder as if it bothered her.

I quickly undid the hook of her bra, then drew the shoulder straps down over her short-sleeved T-shirt.

Once I pulled her arms free, taking off the bra was a simple matter.

Like the jersey, I tossed it over the chair's armrest, then took a short breath before beginning.

"…! W-wait, wait, wait…."

Right from the start, I'd expected Neria to fuss like this and push my arm away.

I'd anticipated it to some extent.

"W-why are you putting your hand inside my T-shirt?!"

"…Wouldn't touching you directly obviously feel better than just fiddling around over your clothes?"

"Th-that may be true…! But you should've asked my permission first! Who just does that out of nowhere?!"

If I'd asked your permission first, I thought there was a chance, however slight, that you might refuse.

Since we were going to have sex soon anyway, one might wonder what difference it made, but "however slight" was always possible.

So this time, I put my hand on her first without asking permission.

…Besides, changing the order like this had another advantage.

"Then, Neria-nim."

"……."

"May I touch you directly?"

"……."

I could naturally sidestep the vague resistance in Neria's heart.

"…Go ahead. We're going to have sex… anyway…. Touching my breasts directly is hardly a big deal…."

"Thank you."

…When something you normally wouldn't even attempt turns out to feel better than expected after you try it,

getting permission becomes very easy.

"Then I'll lift your T-shirt, too. It'll be more comfortable for both of us."

"…O-okay."

Saying it like that made me feel like a mother secretly feeding vegetables to a particularly picky baby.

I put those pointless thoughts aside for now, gently embraced Neria, and pulled her T-shirt upward.

Breasts that weren't especially large, but were just the right size to enjoy touching.

So that I could rest my hands quietly on their upper portions.

"……."

"……."

Since her breathing had quickened slightly, Neria began to rise and fall faintly, so I pulled her closer.

I gently cupped them together so her breasts would gather inward,

then, keeping my touch light,

stroked upward over the cherry-blossom-pink tips.

"You don't have to be so nervous. Isn't this similar to what we've been doing all along?"

"W-who's nervous…."

"You are, Neria-nim."

"…I'm not, so hurry up and make me say 'I admit defeat.' Twenty-five minutes left."

"There should be about twenty-eight minutes left. Surely five minutes haven't already passed."

"……I fucking hate you. Seriously."

…I suppose witches were beautiful even in details like this.

I briefly took in the cherry-blossom-pink nipple visible over Neria's shoulder, the spot I'd just traced with my fingertip.

As I traced the curve of her breast with my thumb, then leisurely pressed and stroked her nipple as well, my perfectly clear view became slightly obstructed.

Neria's shoulder, which had been sitting still, had risen a little.

More precisely, it would be more accurate to say she'd straightened her back.

"……. ……Ugh…."

I wanted to see her next reaction as soon as possible.

Driven by that single desire, I lightly flicked the tip of Neria's nipple, and the softness I'd definitely felt vanished in an instant.

From soft to firm.

From firm to hard.

That must have been what had been poking out through her T-shirt until a few days ago.

…Though Neria would vehemently deny it, of course.

"……."

And as I watched, I noticed one thing.

There was no physical evidence, only circumstantial suspicion, but even so, I asked her about one slightly suspicious detail,

while giving Neria's nipple a firm pinch.

"Neria-nim."

"……Why."

"Have you perhaps touched yourself separately when you were alone?"

"……."

…At times like this, she should immediately deny it; that would put me halfway to victory.

Did she think clamping her mouth shut with no plan would solve everything?

"D-do you have proof? You don't, do you? Can you even use surveillance magic?"

"Your sensitivity seems to have improved a lot compared to the first time."

"Improved a lot, my ass… It hasn't at all—……"

It was too late to try denying it after the fact.

It was now certain that Neria had secretly touched her breasts by herself.

So I didn't give her a chance to argue and tormented her nipples instead.

As though massaging her breasts.

…No, now that I thought about it, that was bullshit.

Just like a damn pervert who wanted to grope Neria's breasts.

I savored their softness in both hands while teasing their tips.

With my soft fingertips.

With the smooth, hard surface of my nails.

Even with the sharp tips of my nails.

I enjoyed Neria's reactions as they changed from moment to moment,

then said one thing.

"…You like pain more than I'd expected, don't you?"

"N-no, I don't…!!"

I chose the words Neria would probably be most embarrassed by and said them, and in return I got a simple response that was so very like her.

…It was true, too, that she'd reacted best when I'd hurt her.

Maybe it was because I'd hit the nail on the head.

"But you reacted best just now, when I scraped you at an angle with my nail."

"I only reacted that way because it hurt and I hated it…! It's not like it felt bad…, ……yes, don't pinch me while I'm talking…!"

"If that's true, why are your reactions always best when I do this?"

"No…! They're not good at all…."

"…Look. Even now, the moment I put strength into my hand, you're twitching while leaning against me."

"Because it hurts… Ah, ugh……."

"Because it hurts?"

"……."

"…Does it hurt?"

"…If I say it does, then it does…."

I noticed it when I first touched Neria's breasts, too, but witches might actually be an unexpectedly sensitive race.

It wasn't just that Neria was unusually sensitive; there were also witches like her master and the team leader, who loved sex to an extreme degree.

Of course, my sample size was still small…, but there seemed to be quite a few witches among the others who enjoyed sex as well.

If they weren't hiding away in fear like Neria was right now.

Maybe witches were, unexpectedly, a race optimized for sex.

As I reached that conclusion, Neria began tapping my wrist.

"Hey, Nam Dowon…. Stop……. It feels weird, so don't touch it; just stop for a bit…."

"…I'm not sure about that. Sorry, but I do want to win the bet too."

"I-I didn't say I'd lost! I just asked you to stop for a moment…!"

"You should have about twenty-five minutes left. If it's nothing serious, you can just endure it boringly."

"……Uuugh…."

"It'll be over soon."

"Ah…, seriouslyyy……, it's fucking awful, but……."

"……."

For something she claimed hurt, there was an awful lot of pleasure in her voice.

Apparently, someone truly in pain had venom in their voice, a fact she didn't know.

Or perhaps she was too overwhelmed to even keep acting.

For the utterly guileless Neria's sake, I kept my touch light, flicked her nipples, and continued speaking.

"Neria-nim. Actually, not much would change even if you simply said you'd lost."

"……."

"Other than asking you to listen to me a little more carefully, I haven't really put anything on the line, have I?"

"……."

"If you think about it, even touching you over your panties recently was basically me doing what I wanted."

"……."

Neria listened without offering much rebuttal, as if my words had tempted her.

At some point, she had started panting, her shoulders rising and falling, and she pressed her head firmly against my chest.

"…Fine. I lost. Happy now? …When you think about it, I should lose this fight. You're a male prostitute, and I haven't had any experience yet."

"No. It's not enough yet."

"……Huh? Why? I did what you told me—……tch, w-why are you pinching me again all of a sudden…."

"You have to say, 'I admit defeat.' A bet is a bet."

"……."

"……."

"……."

"Neria-nim."

"……I ad-mit defeat…."