Chapter 14
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 14
Chapter Title: 3. Let's Collect Praise Coupons (3)
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If I got an erection right now of all times, it was obvious what Neria would say to me.
She'd go on about how no pervert gets hard while being punished, and she'd cancel the two praise coupons we'd agreed on earlier.
I had to stop that somehow.
I was used to being called a pervert by now, so I didn't care, but I couldn't miss the chance to do naughty things with Neria.
I was in the middle of trying that method I'd seen online: singing the national anthem in my head at full blast.
"Ah, this is so unfair...!"
"......"
Looks like the opponent played well.
Neria vented briefly, then leaned her upper body slightly forward.
There are plenty of cases where this leads straight to turtle-neck posture, but for Neria, this counted as healthy.
But lamentably, from my viewpoint, it was anything but healthy.
For one, her leaning forward made her back a bit more visible—but that was secondary.
It was when I glanced even lower that something caught my eye by chance.
"No helping it. For this round, I'll just hang back and snag some items..."
"......"
White.
For an innocent girl like Neria, I'd thought stripes would suit her well.
But today's Neria was wearing pure, innocent white.
"...Isn't staying in the back bad, Lady Neria? It's a racing game."
"You get good items from the back. You can blast through to mid-pack with them at the end."
"Ah... That's what you meant..."
Was it because a naughty thought had crossed my mind?
Everything I noticed skewed that way, so I deliberately struck up a conversation with Neria.
Singing the anthem in my head, chatting about the game aloud.
I figured this would distract me just enough.
...But it wasn't working as expected.
Above all, Neria on my lap felt so vividly real.
And she kept pressing her body against mine.
"......"
She keeps touching.
This soft, squishy butt of hers.
"Look, I shot up to third in no time. At this rate, second is possible?"
Neria had actually climbed from the back of the pack to third place.
Looking thoroughly pleased, she leaned comfortably into my arms as she spoke.
From her perspective alone, it looked just like lounging in a comfy chair.
But I couldn't explain it away that easily.
That was purely Neria's viewpoint.
It left out my position entirely—hers alone.
So, speaking personally... this leaning posture was sincerely troublesome.
...The visual punch was a bit weaker than before, sure.
But Neria's sweet scent came through much more intensely in this position.
"Lady Neria. Um..."
"? Why?"
"......Never mind."
"Hmm...?"
Some inexplicably pleasant scent kept tickling my nose.
Neria's soft body kept leaning fully into my embrace.
Her oblivious butt pressed naturally against the worst spot.
...High chance it was my imagination, but it even felt like she was subtly grinding.
So,
Deep down, I wanted to grab her waist tight.
Bury my face in her nape, leave dirty bite marks.
Let her play her game while I ravage her with naughty acts until she couldn't focus.
...Or just flop onto the bed like this and go at it hard.
How was I supposed to endure this?
And of all people, with a witch.
"If you start to say something and stop like that, it really gets on my nerves, you know?"
"Sorry. It's really nothing."
"I wonder... Why'd you stop? Trying to say I'm heavy and to get off...?"
"No, Lady Neria isn't heavy anywhere..."
"...Well, true... ...I got it! Come to think of it, I skipped your break time just now? Played two rounds straight without thinking."
By then, I'd belted out the national anthem—unchanted since elementary school—to my heart's content. Neria easily crossed the finish line in second and stretched as she spoke.
Break time—yeah, there was that.
After each round, she'd let me stretch briefly, but we'd jumped right in after she ditched the down parka.
"I'll move for a sec so you can rest. Ungh..."
"Thank you, Lady Neria."
Fortunately, my thighs weren't sore. Neria was so light on top of me, as I'd said.
Still, for 'other reasons,' I wanted her off even briefly, so I didn't complain.
Five more minutes with her stuck to me, and I'd have been in deep trouble.
"...Ah, should I get some water? You were sweating a bit—maybe from the heat."
"Yeah. I'll add 0.1 points, so go get it. ...And also..."
"Bring a towel?"
"No, no towel needed. Um."
While fetching water, I'd let the erection go down too.
The prison room had a big window, after all.
A cool breeze through that should help.
As I thought that, Neria yawned languidly and said,
"I'm a little sorry for sitting the whole time. During the next round, you can touch my breasts however you want."
"......"
At first, I thought I'd misheard.
"...Don't want to? You like touching my breasts. Praise coupons reward breasts too."
"I don't dislike it. But Lady Neria doesn't need to go that far..."
"I'm fine. What you did yesterday wasn't, like, totally bad."
"......Pardon?"
"Wasn't bad. ...Who said it felt good?"
"......"
"Besides, dangling a carrot like this now and then makes you work hard for more, right?"
"That's certainly true..."
"Right?"
Listening confirmed my ears weren't deceiving me.
Neria finished explaining casually and fanned her gamepad hand.
"First, water. I'm thirsty."
I'd groped Neria's breasts yesterday already.
Pretty, voluptuous handfuls that felt just right.
But now was different from yesterday.
Yesterday, after agreeing, I'd touched to teach her a taste of sexual pleasure.
This time, no purpose—just casual permission to touch briefly.
"Go on. Don't distract too much. Pace yourself."
"......"
Too enthusiastic like yesterday, and it'd get awkward.
...One erection, and I'd be screwed.
Thankfully, Neria had basic sex ed; she knew erections were natural.
But knowledge and permission were worlds apart.
Getting hard with her on my lap? 95% wrong-answer choice.
...Knowing that and having to touch anyway—this was true unfairness.
Milder than Neria's Mario Kart barrage of items, even.
"What're you doing? Touch before countdown."
"Ah, got it..."
This felt more punishment than reward.
Sighing inwardly, I cautiously wrapped an arm around Neria's waist.
"...Hmm. Last time too—starting from below again? Special meaning?"
"No special meaning. Hand just went there naturally..."
"Not for better feel or anything, just like that... ...Fine. Don't worry, keep going."
"...Yes."
...Anyway.
No bra again.
Probably ditched it while I got water. Same as last time—no overthinking.
Same softness and squish, naturally.
I slid my hand up slowly, kneading her breasts 'dumbly' to minimize distraction.
Like... squishing a big dumpling, squeeze squeeze.
Not too dick-dangerous, wouldn't bug her game.
"...Hey, male prostitute."
"......?"
Something wrong? Countdown started, Neria pressed her head back and said.
"Yesterday you tormented my nipples plenty—why so half-assed today?"
Because you said don't distract.
But adults know to soften words before blurting, lest the listener snaps.
"Then, what style does Lady Neria prefer...?"
...A rotten soul might slap full-force here: 'Why ask back?'
Seen similar in civil servant complaint horrors. Multiple times.
But Neria, aside from excessive sex-fear, was reasonably sensible witch.
She glanced at her kart on the line and answered.
"...Dunno. No particular style."
"Then, like earlier..."
"Fine, but why half-assed?"
"Ah, um..."
Turtle counted down atop the screen.
Precisely 5, ticking to 4—visible to me too.
"......Can I be honest?"
"Yeah. Go ahead."
"Might be something you dislike..."
"Said go ahead twice."
4, then 3.
"...Groping your breasts too hard might naturally lead to... that thing..."
"......"
"...getting erect."
"......"
2, then 1.
As numbers ticked, Neria cleared her throat and replied simply.
"...Did I say not to get erect? You were half-hard yesterday too."
"......Huh."
"Thought I wouldn't notice...? Butt-touch from start—how?"
Vroom.
Her kart lagged as others sped ahead.
Forgot booster, probably.
Eyes glued to screen, hers continued.
"Erect or not, I don't care. Idiot."