12. A Date for Adults

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"This was written by a man."

While I was flipping through a comic book in that old prison room so as not to disturb Neria,

this was Neria's assessment after reading a reasonable amount of the Team Leader's outpouring of desire.

This perverted writer had to be a man.

…The Team Leader's writing did indeed have a bit of that about it.

Especially the subject matter was, frankly, um.

Calling it the sort of thing a woman who wanted 'the best first experience' would write would be the more polite way to put it.

In any case, a lot of it was blatant and highly explicit.

To make matters worse, what I'd recommended to Neria was an erotic novel that followed the exact opposite route from developing feelings for someone of the opposite sex and then leading to sex.

It was an erotic novel fantasizing about a woman being forcibly raped by a delinquent and eventually becoming addicted to sex, so Neria's speculation was only natural.

"Mm……."

But that was something your master's friend had written herself with great enthusiasm, cutting back on sleep.

As I wondered whether I should correct her or let it slide, my smartphone came flying at me from Neria.

Judging by the scroll position, she had already read nearly half of it.

"How can a glans enter the uterus? Say something that makes sense."

And there it was, the very expression Neria had pointed out.

The one I'd already criticized the Team Leader for once.

Since the screen happened to contain a description of a penis as thick as a forearm pounding all the way into the uterus, I let out a small groan.

"Lady Neria. When you read creative works, including erotic novels, you do occasionally come across expressions like that."

"What? Why? I've never seen anything like that before!"

"Depending on the circumstances, it's perfectly possible that you haven't. And the reason they use expressions like that is because…."

"……."

"…Because it turns them on?"

There really could be no other reason.

But despite this detailed explanation, Neria still furrowed her brows.

"It sounds like it would only hurt, so what's supposed to be arousing about it?"

"Ahaha…."

"That's why it's definitely written by a man. A woman would never use an expression like that, right?"

Sorry, but even I, a man, think it sounds like it would hurt like hell.

And it seems your master thinks so too.

However, revealing that the author was a woman would make the conversation that followed quite awkward.

So this time, at least, I didn't force the issue.

"Anyway, what do you think? Do you think you more or less understand what I mentioned earlier?"

"…That you might gradually start to feel excited as you have sex?"

"Yes."

"That was definitely what happened in the erotic novel I just read…, but I don't know. I can't say."

Then shall we find out for ourselves whether that's really true?

With Neria standing right in front of me, a disgusting line that sounded like something an erotic-game NPC would say lingered in my mouth, but fortunately, I was not an NPC but an intelligent person.

Therefore, instead of saying something like that, I focused on keeping the mood going.

In other words, this comfortable atmosphere right now, along with—

"In what way?"

"In what way…. Hmm…."

I mean the atmosphere of having a long, lewd conversation with innocent Neria without a hint of suspicion.

"…To begin with, I don't understand why someone would fall for a person just because they're good at sex."

"Hmm. I suppose that's one form of appeal."

"I-I can acknowledge that much, but falling completely in love like the heroine in that erotic novel just now is a little strange…!"

"It's an erotic novel, after all. It can be slightly exaggerated compared to reality."

"Even so…, being raped after getting threatened, then waiting for the next chance to be violated is just too…."

While getting a glimpse of one of the Team Leader's tastes through an apprentice witch's book report, Neria trailed off and began avoiding my gaze.

I suppose that much was still the limit of embarrassment for Neria.

As she casually skimmed down the still-open smartphone screen, a brief description of the character's inner thoughts in the erotic novel happened to appear.

After being taken day after day.

Even though the delinquent had merely gone a few days without contacting her, she had been left somewhere between relief and anxiety, masturbating all the while.

For a virgin-bitch Team Leader, the description was fairly daring.

"Y-you're looking at that part right now. Do you really think it makes sense? The heroine fell head over heels because the delinquent was good at sex?"

"It's not entirely impossible. Since their first meeting was the worst imaginable, the odds would certainly be low."

"Hmph…. Low, my ass. It would be 100% impossible…."

"…Hmm."

"Here, I'll give you an example. Watch."

And Neria, trusting her own intuition—backed by a grand total of one experience—more than a virgin's imagination,

came closer to me, even though she'd been doing nothing but spout negative comments from the beginning and I'd been sitting on the bed as though it were a chair.

Close enough that Neria's face filled my field of vision.

"Suppose someone came up to you like this, grinning, and told you to pay back the money you borrowed with your body if you couldn't repay it. The genders are reversed from the novel, right?"

"…I suppose so."

Then she plopped down onto my lap.

It was a position we'd already done plenty of times with Neria. She seemed to have grown quite accustomed to sitting like this, too.

The difference was that instead of leaning her back against me as usual or keeping her legs together to one side, she was facing me.

Put dryly, it was a position that let me see Neria's face from uncomfortably close.

Put less impartially, it was a position that let me examine Neria in her going-out clothes from head to toe.

Or a distance from which I could kiss her whenever I wanted.

…Thanks to that, while my eyes darted distractedly from place to place unlike hers, which remained fixed on my face, Neria murmured.

"…It would probably feel something like this."

"……."

She even began awkwardly rolling her hips.

Sitting on my crotch, she rocked herself clumsily up and down.

As if she had at least seen something like it in a video,

she slowly rubbed herself back and forth in tiny motions.

"How is it…? ……I-it's only natural that I wouldn't be good at it…."

"……."

"Does doing it with me make your heart flutter……?"

With a body far too innocent for a delinquent's,

breathing hard from the exertion one would expect of someone who didn't exercise,

she asked me a question whose answer she alone didn't know.

"……Oh,"

"……."

Even just looking at the penis that had become slightly erect beneath her weight made the answer obvious.

It was beyond a fluttering heart; I was starting to get aroused.

"It's making my heart flutter quite a bit. Does that answer your question, Lady Neria?"

"…Wait, the experimental method was flawed. Come to think of it, you got hard right away when you were my chair last time too…."

"It wasn't right away. Do you know how much trouble I had holding back then?"

"…Did you?"

Neria wasn't wearing the ragged tracksuit she usually wore, but a pleated skirt that barely covered her thighs today.

That made it unavoidably more explicit, since I was touching her panties directly, but surprisingly, she wasn't terribly flustered.

She had been inexperienced last time; now she was, in her own way, experienced.

Even if it had only happened once.

"……."

"……."

…Honestly, I wanted to just have sex with Neria like this.

I watched her silently shift her buttocks up and down a little for a moment, wondering if the contact was uncomfortable or if there was some other reason.

Keeping an eye on the penis that was already half-hard, I asked cautiously.

"If the experiment is over, would it be all right if we switched roles and tried it once?"

"Roles…?"

"Yes."

"…Then it would be exactly like the novel we just read. You'd be the delinquent, and I'd be the one getting violated like a dog…."

"It would also be easier for you to experience it firsthand, Lady Neria."

"Hmm…."

Her answer came back surprisingly quickly.

*****

We didn't take off all that many clothes.

At most, a single jacket.

It was getting in the way of movement, so I hung it far away.

If it looked like we were about to do something too serious, Neria would obviously back away little by little.

I would approach her only in the guise of an experiment, while staying ready to seize the opportunity if one presented itself.

Once I had made all the preparations, I headed toward the bed where Neria was waiting.

"……."

And someone else who had made all the preparations was waiting there too.

The genius apprentice witch of water lay on the bed, rigid with tension, unmistakably nervous.

She had looked fairly fine when she'd been the one moving just now, but the moment she lay down on the bed, she seemed to have completely forgotten that she was now experienced.

"I'll do exactly what you did just now, Lady Neria. Since I couldn't pay back all the money you lent me last time…."

"……P-pay it back with your body…."

"Yes. That."

"…But you don't have to do exactly the same thing…."

"Is that so?"

"The point has shifted a little somewhere along the way…. We were discussing whether being good at sex alone could make someone feel excited…."

"Then that's good for me. I'll start by taking off Lady Neria's panties…."

"…N-no…! Never mind! You do the same thing I did first…!"

"…Understood."

I could see the black skirt, wrinkled and slightly rolled up.

If I pressed myself close to the bed, I could surely get a good look at her panties.

Even so, I didn't pull it up any farther.

I hadn't taken off my pants, either.

We were only going to imitate it like a play for now, and if I needlessly touched her and put Neria in a bad mood, I would be the only one to lose out here.

So for now, I spread Neria's soft legs apart and let our bodies overlap just a little.

…Just enough for us to feel that we'd made contact.

For a role-play scenario about being raped by a delinquent, I was being quite the polite model student.

"Then I'll rape you now, Lady Neria."

"………."

Then, slowly,

I bumped my hips against her slowly and heavily.

Neria hadn't taken off her panties at all,

and I was still fully dressed in my underwear and pants.

Leaning my upper body over her as if taking the dominant position,

Thump, thump, thump.

I only tried the motions of gentle sex.

For now.

"……Ngh, …."

"If you'd like to stop at any time, please tell me…."

"I-I know, so just do it……. …The delinquent who's good at sex and all that…. I'll try to get into character too…."

"…Yes."

…It would probably look a little funny from the side.

With that thought, this time I tried it a little faster.

I rubbed my body against Neria's faster and more heavily than when we'd had sex last time.

The breath I had been letting out easily grew a little rougher.

Neria, lying beneath me, began letting out short breaths as we kept bumping against each other.

I hadn't even pushed my thick, erect penis inside her, and we were only pretending for now.

Yet beyond the creaking noise, Neria's voice gradually began to join in—

This sort of thing.

…Even this alone was enough to make my heart flutter.

And Neria?

"…Yeah……, climax…."

"……."

Ah,

so there was this method.

"……? Nam Dowon, why did you stop…? I haven't even said anything yet…."

"Based on my experience, you don't seem likely to say anything, so I think we should tweak the method a little."

"What does that mean…."

"When you say nothing, may I interpret it as, 'It seems to be making my heart flutter, at least for now'?"

If she were displeased, she'd start flailing her legs before she could say anything.

I was saying that, without any such indication, I would interpret things however I pleased.

Pressed tightly against Neria,

…with several layers of fabric between my now fairly erect penis and Neria's vaginal opening, I asked her the question.

Neria's lips moved, and she answered as if speaking to herself.

"…Go ahead."