Chapter 21
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 21
Chapter Title: 5. Mana Recharge
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"I'm so fucking tired..."
There's one thing I've always been genuinely curious about.
Both my master and the few friends of hers that I've occasionally seen.
Why is it that all the truly impressive people have that cheeky personality instead of being serious?
My hypothesis on this is as follows.
The serious great witches are holed up at home doing nothing but research, so we rarely see them. In the end, we only run into types like this.
In other words, it's hasty generalization from a biased sample, which roughly fits...
But even so, every single one of them is ridiculously bright and cheery without exception.
I have to admit their skills are top-notch, but whenever we meet, it's always dirty talk...
Ugh...!
In the end, as an apprentice witch, there's no way for me to know the truth about great witches.
After chasing out Nam Dowon and my master one after the other, I stretched long and hard before flopping onto the bed.
The cool fabric brushed softly against my skin, and the stress that had been piling up little by little melted away just a bit.
Not all of it.
Just a little.
Like the tip of the iceberg.
"...Of course."
Anyway, my master left behind a small problem when she visited.
I was planning to experience 'mana recharge' at my own pace without her meddling, but she went on about how my tastes might get too refined if she helped unnecessarily, then egged on Nam Dowon who was just sitting there quietly.
Why did my master have to show up and ruin everything...!
I was testing him out in my own way to see what kind of guy he was, and just when I thought he seemed trustworthy enough...
I was planning to gradually experience naughty stuff step by step...
"...Hmm."
Sex, sex, that damn sex.
How good could it possibly be for my master to tempt Nam Dowon right in front of me?
...Is something that thick and huge really that pleasurable?
What my master mentioned... whispering dirty talk?
What even is that?
As various thoughts swirled, I briefly recalled the hideous cock I'd gripped with my own hand yesterday.
I hugged the fluffy blanket tight and rustled over to my side.
"..."
My head hurts so much already.
And Nam Dowon, who'd been egged on so much by my master directly, what must he be thinking at home right now?
While pondering this difficult problem.
"Good morning, Neria. Have a good one."
"...Uh, yeah."
Nothing had really changed.
If I had to guess, he just seemed like he'd slept well and woken up fine.
Nam Dowon, whom I saw again on Monday, looked exactly like his usual self.
"..."
It's just that, so why am I so annoyed...?
Because it feels like I was the only one agonizing over it...?
Hmm...
"Just in case, but you didn't do anything weird with my master, right?"
"No, I didn't. Saturday was the first and last time I saw her. I don't even have her contact info."
"Hmm..."
"...Oh, that reminds me. How did you know my number, Neria?"
"Your number?"
I'd gotten it via a government message as my handler's contact.
I hadn't deleted it, so if I checked my smartphone, the history would still be there.
But his unchanged expression despite the weekend events irked me.
So I teased him a little.
"What else? Magic."
"...There's magic like that?"
"Ah, you don't know? Basic magic is so vast. Like how I have the moniker Water Witch, each witch specializes differently, but basic magic covers a wide variety in small bits. As many as the twinkling stars."
"So you found out my phone number with that...?"
"What magic did I use?"
"...Hacking magic? That sounds weird. Or mind-reading magic...?"
"Yep. Not telling you. It's an industry secret."
"I see..."
"Curious? Want me to teach you?"
"No thanks. If it's a witch secret, I can't push. I'm just a regular guy."
...Hmm. He backed down easier than expected.
I'd puffed up proudly, but seeing his sheepish smile, I glared then relaxed my expression.
I felt bad for teasing him nonstop.
He definitely wasn't rough or violent—far from that image.
As my master said, his muscles were there, but it just felt like he took care of his body.
Nothing like a typical thug.
Maybe what they call a 'handsome nerd' fits...
Either way, he's definitely the perfect guy to ask for my first time.
Nam Dowon would probably sweetly ask if it hurt even when super turned on.
"..."
"...? Is there something on my face?"
"No. Just looking."
"...Ah."
If he collects all the praise coupons I gave last time,
not just touching my breasts,
...maybe I'll let him.
I considered it positively, then changed the subject.
"How many points do you have on those coupons now?"
"3.2 points. Fried rice +1, peeling apple +0.5, chair warming +2, peeking at underwear -0.3..."
"Wh-who told you to list the details?! Shut up before I deduct more!"
Anyway, 3.2 points.
So 6.8 left. Even just fried rice at lunch would fill it in a week easily.
Guess I should mentally prepare over the week...
"If there's anything you want me to do, I'll work hard."
"..."
Besides mental prep,
maybe 'physical prep' too.
Good thing I learned some from novels and videos.
Instead of hesitating, I asked him directly since he was right there.
"Hey. Nam Dowon."
"Yes."
"Before... sex, don't you usually loosen it up with fingers first...?"
"...Pardon?"
"Ah, your dick is unnecessarily thick...! And long! So you have to prep separately first, right?!"
"Uh, well... yeah, there's that process..."
"...Really?"
A decent excuse popped right up without overthinking.
"...It'll be good for making up a realistic story to lie to my master later..."
"..."
Because of that pervert master you saw Saturday.
After those words, in the long silence that followed, I spoke first.
"...Don't want to?"
This was definitely the girl who said she'd never have sex.
But she let me touch her breasts anyway.
Let me stroke my dick once anyway.
And now she's asking to try fingering.
...Of course, I'm thrilled.
But what am I supposed to make of this?
"Fried rice 1 point. Cleaning 1 point. Tidying 1 point... total 6.2 points..."
Should I take it as her getting interested in sex bit by bit?
Or testing my patience by raising the bar gradually?
Or just whimsy?
I can't read her intent, but one thing was clear.
This is my first chance to touch Neria's pussy directly, so I absolutely can't mess it up.
At least, no bad memories.
If I can make it an amazing one, that's best.
I have to do my utmost not to blow it.
"...Cleaning's fine. Tidying feels forced... but I'll let it slide."
"Weren't the game pads and stuff all over the place?"
"That's their proper place. Storing them away and pulling them out every time is more hassle, right?"
"I guess..."
"So normally it'd be minus points, but... I'm a kind witch, so +1 this time only. Don't do it next time."
"..."
"...Plus, you seem super eager to do naughty stuff with me, so no choice."
"..."
To do that, I need to lead her well without getting too excited.
...My tense body felt stiff as I sat on her bed.
I could barely control myself—worried if I'd do okay.
"Anyway, uh... Just take off your pants?"
"From my experience, taking off panties is easier... but if you're shy, keep them on. I'll wash later."
"Okay. I'll keep them on then."
Neria boldly lay back on the bed and wriggled out of her pants.
Her black training pants slid off smoothly, revealing her pale, slender legs.
...She never exercised, so not toned, but as a slender type, could anything suit her better?
Her breasts and hips had just the right soft flesh too.
A body that naturally drew a man's eyes.
But if I stared, she'd probably blast me with water from her eyes, so I admired briefly and turned away on purpose.
"Pfft. You're gonna stare the whole time anyway, why turn?"
"...Sorry."
She was 100% right, so I had nothing to say.
"Throw my pants over the computer chair. Hang 'em on the backrest?"
I did as told and sat back by the bed.
Less than a handspan from Neria, who lay relaxed, catching her breath.
...More bluntly,
a position where I could knead those white thighs freely if I reached out.
"...But, uh..."
Neria, shyly bending one knee to cover herself, mumbled toward me.
"Don't touch too lewdly. ...Got it?"
"..."
...How the hell
am I supposed to do that.