Teaching an Apprentice Witch (2)

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Regardless of the headache I had right then, I had found a solution.

The reason Neria, who had once been called a genius, had shut herself away and played nothing but games was that she had scared herself away from sex with men, which was necessary to replenish her magical power.

So if I could teach this innocent apprentice witch that sex wasn't necessarily painful, the problem might be solved more easily than expected, wouldn't it?

"…It doesn't hurt?"

"Yes. Of course, your first time is more likely to hurt."

But reality wasn't so easy.

"Liar. You just want to have sex with me, so you're spouting bullshit, aren't you? Using 'only your first time hurts' as an excuse?"

"Why would I lie in a situation like this, Witch…?"

"Then what about the way men act like beasts? Not only in novels—even in videos, they grab a girl's delicate hips and pound against them, thump, thump, thump, as if they're going to break her!"

"……."

They were horny, obviously.

Words like that were wriggling around inside me, but saying them to Neria, who had somehow been equipped with bizarre sexual knowledge and was standing right in front of me, would hardly have been persuasive.

If anything, I'd be lucky if it didn't deepen her misunderstanding….

If Neria shot back, 'So you're saying all men turn violent when they get aroused!' we'd obviously end up going around in circles all over again.

"Besides, how could that not hurt? They keep shoving something that huge into that tiny place…!"

"It's difficult for me to explain precisely, but the human body is made to accommodate it. Bluntly put, it's not just a reproductive organ; it's also the passage through which newborn babies come out, isn't it?"

"That's why they say giving birth hurts like hell, right? It isn't really relevant to witches, but I heard some people even die while giving birth."

"Well…."

Are babies and dicks the same thing?

Words like that writhed inside me, but there was an even better rebuttal I could use right now.

So I said that instead.

"Neria, you said you've read several novels and watched videos, right?"

"…W-well, yes?"

"When the sex was in full swing in those videos, did the women look like they disliked it or were in pain?"

The novels might have recorded nothing but pain by some chance, but in ordinary pornography, it's standard for both the women and the men to enjoy themselves.

And unless Neria had deliberately sought out videos from some strange and narrow-minded genre, the women had clearly been enjoying themselves too.

That was a pretty clever argument, wasn't it?

While I was congratulating myself on it, Neria leaned firmly back against the chair and countered,

"They were moaning like crazy because it hurt. 'Ahng—ahng—' like that."

"……."

I was going insane.

"Those are sounds people make because it feels good. They're not moans of pain."

"…Huh? What kind of nonsense is that? Why would you make sounds like that when you feel good? I could understand humming a tune, but…"

"I mean…. To give you an example……."

Could this idiot witch really have never masturbated even once in her life?

I pressed the knuckle of my index finger into the space between my brows, then paused.

"……."

"What was the example?"

…Now that I thought about it, I couldn't think of a single situation that would serve as an example of a moan.

Could there really be one, and I just couldn't think of it?

There had to be at least one….

"What was the example, I said?"

"…I can't think of one right now. I'm sorry."

"Oh-ho…? Well, look at you…?"

This wasn't going well.

Since I'd made a mistake, I had to retreat a step here.

Just as I was trying to withdraw without taking any damage, Neria, now a little more self-assured, suddenly came at me.

Not that she actually did so; it was purely figurative.

"Mr. Civil Servant Nam Dowon. Just tell me the truth. You were trying to do something weird while I was feeling sorry for you, weren't you? If you tell me honestly, I'll let it slide. I was partly at fault too."

"No. I swear."

"Suspicious…. This is really suspicious…."

"I simply couldn't think of a suitable example. Everything I've told you so far is true. I repeat, why would I possibly lie?"

"Hmm? When someone starts talking at length, doesn't that mean there's something they're feeling guilty about?"

"What are you talking about…?"

I was rambling on in protest because it was unfair—what the hell was she talking about?

As I remembered that bullshit about how strong denials meant strong affirmation—this example came to me easily, which only pissed me off more—I slowly exhaled the breath trapped in my chest and continued.

"…Neria."

"I'm listening."

"The women in those videos probably didn't dislike sex. If they had disliked it in the first place, they wouldn't have made those videos, right? Do you have anything to rebut in my opinion?"

"Hmm. No."

"Then do you agree with the claim that those women enjoyed sex?"

"Hmm…, sure. Let's say that's true."

"Then next: would anyone actually like something that hurts?"

"Hmmm……."

Among human tastes, there are masochists who like pain, aren't there?

The words nearly slipped from between Neria's lips, then disappeared back inside.

There was a lot of pornography out there, after all. Even she seemed to think it would be strange to call all of them masochists.

"So that really feels good, honestly, without any lying?"

"Not necessarily. As I said before, it can hurt, too. But once people get used to it enough that they no longer feel the pain, some of them become addicted to it… You can think of it roughly that way."

"……."

Neria fell silent for a moment.

The tip of Neria's chin disappeared slightly inside the tracksuit zipper, pulled all the way up.

"…To be honest, I think what you're saying makes sense. But."

"……."

"I don't think I can completely believe it."

"I understand. It's difficult to correct a preconception once it's taken root."

"What are you talking about? It's not a preconception; it's common sense. Think about it. If I smacked your cheek rapidly with my palm right now, it would obviously hurt, wouldn't it?"

"…I suppose it would."

"Then it would obviously be normal for it to hurt when a man thrusts his body against me during sex, too. Agree?"

Neria threw the question back at me in exactly the way I'd asked her a moment ago.

I had no perfectly airtight rebuttal, so I nodded.

"But you're saying merely getting used to it makes it feel good. If you want me to believe you, at least say something that makes sense."

"It'll definitely get better. Otherwise, it would be contradictory for everyone to go around having sex without trouble."

"Hmm…."

"But if you still can't believe me, Neria…."

"Don't tell me you're about to say some cliché like, 'You'll understand if you have sex with me yourself'?"

"No. If I forced you to have sex with me right now, Neria, I think you'd only be left with a painful memory of your first time and avoid it even more."

"Then?"

"……."

I could think of one way.

"How about you simply experience the stage before that?"

"The stage before that would be… foreplay? Right?"

"Yes. If I'm only stimulating you lightly with my fingers, it shouldn't be too frightening. We don't even have to penetrate you."

"……But wouldn't there be little point in doing that? It's not sex. And no semen… would come out, either."

"I understand what you're saying, but it wouldn't be entirely meaningless. Since you're afraid sex will hurt, this would be a good way to experience sexual pleasure indirectly, at least."

"……."

"Would you dislike this too?"

"…Who knows…. Hmm…."

Having been negative about sex all this time, Neria still looked uncertain.

Well, I'd probably feel the same if some strange woman kept saying nothing but nonsense to me.

If someone claimed, 'Jumping into a blazing fire actually feels good,' how could you believe them?

I'd spend a long time questioning whether it was logically sound, wouldn't I?

I could certainly empathize.

So.

"…Then let's add this. If you say you don't like it, I'll stop immediately, no matter what I happen to be doing."

"Stop immediately, huh…."

"Actually, if you wanted, Neria, I could use magic to subdue you, so you wouldn't have to rely on a promise like this."

"True, that is also the case. What could a mere human do…?"

I eased Neria's worries, at least a little.

What this civil-servant bastard was suggesting.

Even if he suddenly got a little shady, your magic would let you bring it to an end without any trouble.

It was truly nothing more than 'satisfying your curiosity.'

"……."

After doing my best to persuade her in my own way, eventually.

Neria alternated her gaze between the fried rice, which was slowly growing cold, and my face, then said,

"……If you look like you're trying anything funny, I'll stop right away."

*****

The fried rice I'd prepared was gone in an instant.

Since I hadn't made a generous amount to begin with, even Neria picking at it and chewing each bite slowly wouldn't have made any difference.

I stacked the empty plate neatly in the sink along with the frying pan, its grease wiped away.

I shoved the leftover ingredients into a corner of the refrigerator.

My work was done here.

After that, I even waited while Neria went out of her way to order frozen fried rice.

The same went for the bizarre act of remaining seated until the instant the power went off, immediately after she said she was going to turn off the computer.

I waited without a word through all her little ways of subtly killing time.

It wouldn't amount to much time once it was all added up, anyway.

Only fifteen minutes later than I'd expected, Neria and I returned together to my prison.

"……."

"……."

I was a little tense too, but looking at Neria beside me made me think I was practically relaxed.

Had she always been this stiff?

Now that I looked, it even seemed like her arms and legs were moving at the same time.

Neria stopped right in front of the bed.

For some reason, she was trying to pull up the already fully raised tracksuit zipper even farther, so I asked as gently as I could.

"Neria. Before we begin, there's something I'd like to ask…."

"W-what, w-what is it?"

"Since I expect I'll be touching you quite a bit, Neria, I thought it would be best to ask for permission in advance."

"W-what are you talking about…?"

"…When I give you foreplay, would it be all right if I did it while holding you from behind?"

"…From behind…?"

"Yes. Facing each other would of course be possible, but I thought someone like you, Neria, might prefer it if you couldn't see my face…."

"……."

"Would that be all right?"

"……."

"……."

"……."

"……Do whatever you want.""],

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