Chapter 13
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 13
Chapter Title: 3. Let's Collect Some Praise Coupons (2)
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...Let's rewind the clock just a bit.
This fool of a civil servant here.
That "weird" feeling I'd felt when he did those naughty things to me was undoubtedly the first of its kind in my entire life.
Awkward,
strange,
novel,
...and for some reason, my head felt all floaty,
a sensation I'd truly never experienced before.
"Get out, quick!"
I'd forced him out because I didn't want him catching on to that vulnerability.
Looking back now, there was no need to react so sensitively, but my impatience at the time had egged me on, so...
...Anyway, thankfully, maybe because I'm an apprentice witch.
There was none of that coercive stuff like the guys in novels.
In those stories, if a woman acted like I did, they'd hurl insults like "Act like a bitch" or whatever, all bold and abusive.
But when he was chased out, he didn't show a hint of displeasure; he just obediently turned to leave.
"......"
That thing that had brushed against my butt at the very end.
I knew exactly what it was from sex ed, and it had definitely gotten a little firmer, yet...
He said nothing about it.
Maintaining his usual endlessly kind demeanor.
"...Ah, my underwear..."
Did I go too far? That brief reflection didn't last long.
Having put out the immediate fire, I hurriedly put my underwear back on properly.
Since I'd hidden it under the pillow, retrieving it was a cinch.
Then I slammed the door shut, dove into my bed,
and flailed around on the soft pillow and blankets for a while.
Kicking the covers with the soles of my feet all the while, I couldn't stop blurting out things like:
"I wanna dieee..."
Because it was embarrassing.
I'd put on such a dignified witch act in front of a regular guy,
but in the end, I'd shown him my disheveled side,
and it was mortifying.
"......Ugh."
About five minutes after kicking Nam Dowon out.
Yet the sharp tingle at the tips of my breasts lingered.
Of course, it was better than when they were being pinched, stroked, and toyed with, but to end up like this just from briefly playing along with that male prostitute.
What the hell was this?
Do perverts live wrapped in sensations like this?
In this ambiguous, nagging feeling?
"......"
Well, now that I'd tried it, it wasn't bad...
Hmm...
"...Weird."
Not that it was amazing or anything!
If I had to classify it precisely, it was just a sensation on the positive side!
To call it bad, it'd have to involve pain, sadness, annoyance?
Something like that, but there was none of it.
...It leaned slightly toward the good side.
Especially that moment when my lower belly clenched tight—it was straight-up pleasant, no excuses.
To the point where my mind was still flooded with question marks from that sensation.
But confessing this honestly to Nam Dowon? I could already see the future that'd bring.
"...I can do this by myself anyway. Like just now."
In the end, I resolved to experiment solo.
"...That pervert bastard, he definitely did it like this...?"
For a witch pursuing truth, curiosity is one of the highest virtues.
So feeling intrigued by this unknown sensation was actually a commendable attitude for me.
Having fed myself that convenient excuse, I hesitantly tugged down my leggings zipper.
They say the beginning is half the battle, and once my hand reached there, the rest was smooth sailing.
The bra I'd just put back on was now gooily discarded right beside me.
Ultimately, what met my eyes was my black T-shirt pulled up to my collarbone,
the pale, soft skin I saw every shower.
...And at its edge, just the cherry-blossom pink tips.
Nam Dowon had definitely rolled them gently with his fingers.
"......Eut,"
Like this.
Roughly like this.
As my fingertips grazed the tense nipple area, a ticklish pleasantness seeped inward through my skin.
A groan scratched its way out of my throat without me realizing.
Next, I tried lightly pinching the nipple with my fingernail, and it was the same.
Tormenting it with just enough force to sting a bit drenched my mind in an inexplicable thrill.
This must be the "indirect sexual pleasure" Nam Dowon mentioned.
The twitching between my legs was probably for the same reason.
"...Ah, this grazing touch is pretty... good too."
At this point, I had to admit it.
At least this act was genuinely enjoyable.
I could nitpick, but I'd admit this cleanly.
However, according to Nam Dowon, this was merely indirect pleasure.
Meaning the real good stuff was something else.
And smartly inferring what that was,
it had to be.
"Sex..."
Sex, nothing else.
Shoving that grotesque thing forcibly into this tight space.
Pounding away, paang, paang, lost in excitement,
supposedly even better than this fiddling with my fingers.
"...But that just doesn't make sense..."
Not baseless doubt, but grounded in common sense.
What if I shoved a baguette up my nostril right now?
It'd hurt, obviously?
Sex is the same.
A girl's entrance is barely big enough for one finger.
Having that thick cock scrape in and out would obviously hurt, and childbirth was an exaggerated but similar example.
But this first lesson in..., well, whatever you call it.
If fingering my breasts feels good,
then maybe sex, which I thought would hurt, has unexpected potential...
"......"
Maybe.
Still, it's scary.
Nam Dowon had been incredibly kind so far, but I hadn't seen his bottom line yet.
Whether men from novels or videos, they all turned feral with excitement in front of a naked woman.
He might reveal his true colors with a fully stripped girl before him.
Clamping shut the mouth begging to stop, slamming in that grotesquely erect cock.
Finally spewing semen deep inside like marking territory...
In other words, this was an "unobserved" aspect.
So after agonizing vaguely for a while,
a solution popped up.
"...Stress test."
I could confirm stability with a stress test.
Or durability test.
Subject Nam Dowon to extreme load and see how he reacts and holds up.
The load here being, obviously...,
sexual desire.
Or erection...
"Plus, getting him erect is easy anyway..."
I'd just experienced it.
Sitting on his lap and letting him touch my breasts, and soon enough, his manhood stiffened a bit.
And that happened in such a short time, so with more, it could get even harder.
On top of that, I thought of another tool to check his character.
The so-called praise coupon.
Every time he does something good, convert it to points for a chance to touch my breasts!
This gauges his character while also guiding and "rehabilitating" him.
I'm a genius!
"......"
So if Nam Dowon was hiding a sinister true self,
I could punish him with simple magic and make him my slave like now.
And if I felt confident entrusting my body to him,
well then..., sure.
...Trying sex once wouldn't be bad.
"If it doesn't hurt, it'd be great..., mm..."
It's not like I quit magic because I hated it.
I ran because sex for mana scared me, but I still love magic.
Drawing storm clouds across the sky was always fun, unchanging.
If I could procure semen through a kind, gentle guy,
......it might be okay.
"......"
Having reached that conclusion, I continued masturbating a bit more.
"......Huh?"
If I'd expected some mysterious water magic to activate between my legs.
If I'd foreseen my panties and even the hem of my leggings getting soiled.
I'd have taken off my panties,
laid something down underneath,
and done it.
"Is this really all I have to do?"
"Exactly. Your posture's perfect right now, so just stay still like that."
"...Understood."
Despite what happened yesterday, Neria really sat on my lap again.
This time even closer, pressed right into my arms, like she was using me as a chair for real.
Her light weight transmitted fully through my thighs.
Unlike yesterday's thin leggings, though, she wore a thick down parka now.
Which made it uncomfortable and got me hot too... but unavoidable, I guess.
To win Neria's favor, I'd accept even these eccentricities.
I let out a resigned sigh and continued.
"Um, Lady Neria? One question before we start."
"What?"
"How long do you plan to stay like this...?"
"How long? Hmm. An hour? Maybe a bit over?"
"An hour..., ugh..."
I'd figured about thirty minutes, but an hour sitting on my thighs with a girl?
Beyond numb legs, it felt like a problem waiting to happen.
Maybe sensing my worry, Neria added:
"I'll give breaks after each round. So think of it as punishment for yesterday, as a bonus."
"......Yes, Lady Neria."
...Aha.
Now I got it with that.
Sitting on my lap was her idea of punishment.
Just sitting here doing nothing would cramp up bad, so not entirely wrong.
But a pretty girl on my lap? Totally different story.
Probably from holing up researching magic in her room.
I didn't say anything.
"Oh, Mario Kart?"
"You know it?"
"Yeah, I know of it. Not my favorite, though."
"Tacky taste, as expected from a breast-groper."
"......Haha."
And so, with her grumbling, Neria started the game.
I played chair, quietly watching her play.
...Obviously, she was really good at it.
Even I could tell she was skilled.
Ranks were visible, and despite being a racing game, the jumps showed she dominated.
Watching the flashy screen, time flew by.
"......Ugh, crap, got the trash course..."
That's when trouble started.
"Hey, Nam Dowon. Hold my pad for a sec."
"Ah, sure."
Deep in the game, Neria grabbed the next match without a break and finally started shedding that hot-looking down parka.
Made sense; wearing that thick thing must've been sweltering.
The heat from gaming lit the fuse, probably.
After some rustling and wriggling, she shed it like molting, left in just a jet-black T-shirt.
"Haa... much cooler now......"
"Weren't you dead set against taking off that outer layer?"
"Mmm..., at first, since my leggings were in the wash and your gaze felt so lecherous, I wore it to cover up.... But now you're just staring at my back. Should be fine."
"...That lecherous, huh?"
"Su~per lecherous?"
Slightly sweaty.
Beads on her nape as proof,
yet only a sweet fruity scent wafted from Neria.
"Lech, give me back my pad."
"...Here."
Sweat should smell bad.
Was I still half-asleep?
I cautiously sniffed, but same result.
A fragrance like fruit.
A sweet ambiguity filling the air, like it was natural for a witch.
"Haa. Should've done this sooner without worrying. Plus, leaning on you like this is comfier."
"...Glad I could help."
"Yeah, yeah."
"......"
And that was,
bluntly put,
bad for my body.
"......"
...To the point that if I let my sad thoughts slip even briefly,
I'd get erect without noticing.