Chapter 47
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After running into each other repeatedly, we grew comfortable together in our own way.
As we grew comfortable together, I began to like him.
That feeling, planted like a seed, took in time and blossomed into fluttering excitement.
Until, in the end, we even came to do the lewd act compared to birds chirping in the morning.
Among the relationships between men and women that I often saw in novels, there was usually a device like this at work.
It appeared often not only in the genre commonly called romance, but sometimes in more unexpected places as well.
Because this is only natural immediately before having sex.
Because men and women feel excited by each other. In crude terms, reproductive urges arise, driving them to go so far as to do such filthy things.
I'd heard it so often in sex education that my ears had nearly grown calluses, so I remembered it clearly.
…In other words, since mana charging was almost the same act, following this formula as much as possible would make it feel far better.
Even after thinking it over again, my brilliant mind had reached an utterly logical conclusion.
“...Yeah…, ……ngh….”
The erotic novel I'd just seen was like that, too.
So was Nam Dowon's claim as he cast his shadow over me.
…With the order completely reversed.
The fact that pleasurable sex could often bring about excitement,
honestly,
is a little difficult to take in.
“……Ah, hah….”
This isn't to say I doubt Nam Dowon.
He has far more experience with this sort of thing than I do.
When it comes to lewd acts, he's probably right about almost everything.
In fact, I know all too well that, for the sake of efficiency, it would be better to set aside my ego entirely and leave everything to Nam Dowon.
It's just that I was someone who had avoided sex from the outset.
That's why it's difficult for me to accept.
…Rather than feeling excited first and then having pleasurable sex,
to be forced to feel excited because I'd gone and had pleasurable sex.
Putting aside the fact that I'd call it shameless behavior,
could that really happen…?
I couldn't help but doubt it.
“Whew.”
“……Mmm…, …ngh.”
Beneath Nam Dowon's shadow, with him dressed up in a tie and shirt.
I lay there with my legs awkwardly spread as he repeatedly thrust his hips against me.
I had one layer, my panties; Nam Dowon had two, his underwear and pants.
With three layers obstructing us in all, it was absolutely not sex, but the form of it was remarkably similar.
His breath spilling over me from time to time.
His forearms shifting as he supported his prone body.
Creak, creak, the noise reaching my ears.
And finally, the hard, foreign sensation I could feel despite the three layers of obstruction.
Except for the fact that there was no penetration, it was an incredibly similar act.
…After repeating this for about three minutes, the first change made itself known.
“Eek….”
It was embarrassing.
No one was watching. It wasn't even anything more than imitation.
Even bumping against Nam Dowon—thump, smack—was incredibly embarrassing.
Especially pressing down hard like this was practically the same as saying he intended to ram his cock in that way….
Nam Dowon, you're absurdly long and thick… Trying to take all of you, right down to the root, would be terribly difficult.
Do you dare think you can ruin a witch's pussy…?
A mere worthless human, daring….
…….
Naturally, this embarrassing first change was followed by another obvious one.
It was because I began to feel wetness between my thighs as they collided hotly with Nam Dowon's.
…Clear vaginal lubrication. According to the erotic novel I'd just seen, it was the stuff disparaged as female juice, and it was soaking through my panties like spreading paint.
There was no way I, the person involved, could fail to notice as the wet fabric clung slickly to my skin.
By now, more than half the fabric was thoroughly soaked in vaginal fluid and clinging along my mound.
Fortunately, the skirt I hadn't taken off obscured the view to some extent, and Nam Dowon was wearing pants too, so he didn't seem to notice the sensation lower down.
So I kept quiet, pretended nothing was happening, and tried to immerse myself a little more in this role-play.
“Ngh…, ugh….”
This perverted civil servant's claim was that even someone who inspired zero excitement could be handled through pleasurable sex alone.
The man on top of me now was some delinquent junior who was always picking fights with me.
Trash.
Scum.
Filth.
Sea anemone.
A man to whom I could apply every disgusting word that came to mind.
If I were being treated like this by him, I'd probably get furious and shove his shoulder away with one foot.
Just like this.
“…What are you doing all of a sudden, Lady Neria?”
“I-I'm immersing myself….”
“…Ah. I understand.”
In return, Nam Dowon, playing the delinquent, gripped my thigh and pressed it down with all his strength.
I could still squirm and resist, but I could no longer push his body away with my foot.
Swallowing the strange sensation of being firmly subdued, I played along with Nam Dowon once.
…With my knee pressed down hard until it reached my breasts, it felt strange.
Then he lowered his body as if lying right on top of me and tried to pin my legs in place with his shoulders, making it even stranger.
Literally, that,
the feeling of being turned into an adult toy.
“……, …ngh.”
With him pressing into my pussy as though pounding it down just like that,
my heart began pounding hard enough to be irritating, while even the untouched nipples quietly grew stiff.
…If I'd known this would happen, I should have taken off my bra and prepared myself.
I made a mistake.
“…No. In circumstances like this, this is better.”
“Eek, wait….”
The bra rubbing against me was distracting.
While I was occupied with that trivial thought, Nam Dowon released his hold and turned me onto my stomach with his hands.
Usually he hesitated even to touch me, but perhaps he was immersed in the role now; his hands were subtly rough.
Once I fully turned over at Nam Dowon's direction, I could roughly understand what he wanted.
Doggy style. In vulgar terms, …that thing they call taking it from behind.
I knew at least this much, so I swallowed hard, the sound blatantly audible.
Unlike the missionary position, where I could see everything Nam Dowon was doing, all I could see in this one was the pillow and bed I'd been lying on moments ago.
At the same time, it was exactly the position dogs use to mate.
Frankly.
I felt like I could die of embarrassment.
“You should lower yourself further. Even more than that.”
“L-like this…?”
“Yes. Like that.”
“……”
And once I had rolled fully over, Nam Dowon told me to lower my upper body further and pressed down on my upper back with his hand.
As a result, my pelvis was fairly high, while only my upper body was lowered, leaving me in a ridiculous pose with my upper body low against the bed.
It was the sort of pose a character in a children's cartoon might often strike when despairing.
…Strictly speaking, it was presumptuous of him to order me around like this, but this was lewd behavior, Nam Dowon's specialty.
I was following his instructions without complaint when—
“Lady Neria.”
“Y-yes?”
As I tried to quiet my heartbeat along with that less-than-pleasant thought, he, now somewhat farther away than before, caught his breath and spoke.
“…When did you get this wet?”
“……”
So much for not getting excited at all—you were fucking soaked.
You hopeless bitch—
If I put the novel's delinquent filter over it, that was roughly what it meant.
“Y-you keep touching me, so of course I get wet…! It doesn't mean I was really excited; it's just because you touched me….”
“…I see.”
“You get hard pretty quickly when I play with your cock here and there, too, don't you? Right?”
Did I land a hit?
Even after thinking it over again, it was a perfect explanation, so not a single objection came from behind me.
…No, come to think of it, maybe Nam Dowon had simply accepted it without fuss from the beginning.
Anyway.
“Then how about charging mana as well while we're at it, just like this?”
My satisfaction lasted only a moment.
Only to have a proposal like this come right back at me.
“What we were discussing in the first place was whether pleasurable sex could make you feel excited.”
“……”
“Rather than forcing it when you don't feel like it, it'd be better to do it once you're in the mood.”
Hearing Nam Dowon's argument,
I had no suitable rebuttal.
“…Fine, then.”
“As for the clothes you're wearing, what should we do….”
“We're going to ejaculate inside you anyway, so does it really matter?”
“……”
“They'll get wrinkled, but I hardly ever leave the house anyway.”
With an answer that somehow gave me déjà vu, I lifted my skirt slightly.
Although it probably meant little since it was only a skirt, I wanted to make the implication that I was granting permission clearer.
“……”
“Excuse me.”
Immediately after he answered in a small voice, my damp, uncomfortable panties slid lightly down along my thighs.
Then I lifted each knee that was touching the bed, one after another, and that was that.
…When the cold air touched me and I flinched, a crumpled pair of panties came rolling beside my pillow. Nam Dowon must have tossed them over there.
How dare he handle a witch's underwear so carelessly.
I wanted to place a curse on him so that cold water would trickle down the back of his neck whenever he felt sleepy for the rest of today as punishment, but….
“Whew….”
After several cold metallic clinks rang out alongside Nam Dowon's sigh,
his cock, surely grotesquely erect, came into contact between my thighs.
“……Hic,”
…An obscenely sticky wet sound.
And.
Only now, on round two.
I climaxed lightly from the sensation, still so unfamiliar.
I erased the trivial details from my mind.
I let myself get fucked for the sake of mana.
“Ngh…, ngh….”
Slowly.
Just as when we'd done it last time, with movements that seemed to take me into consideration at every turn.
Never thrusting all the way to the root with hard, pounding strokes, but gentlemanly.
Tenderly.
Once.
Twice.
As though scraping the depths of my vaginal walls with the head of his cock.
“Lady Neria clearly likes being stimulated strongly around here….”
“………Hngh♡?!”
Thanks to that, the spine-tingling pleasure I felt once again was probably—
“…Fortunately, it seems you like it.”
“……, …….”
“Shall I continue, Lady Neria?”
“……”
Not 'fluttering,'
there had to be another name for it.
“……Yeah.”
…I don't know.