Chapter 22
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 22
Chapter Title: 5. Mana Recharge (2)
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This body, Neria Heka.
As a well-read apprentice witch whose hobbies include reading books and a few other things, I possessed fairly extensive knowledge about sex... or at least, just shy of it.
I needed to try recharging my mana,
but that thing looked like it would hurt too much,
yet if I didn't recharge my mana, studying and research would become even harder,
but that thing seemed like it would hurt way too much—a deep internal debate like that had played out.
However, commendably, this body had overcome that fear in the end and asked this pervert—no, Nam Dowon—to help "prepare my body."
Up to that point, it had been great. If my master had seen it, she probably would have showered me with two years' worth of pats on the head all at once.
Of course, if she really had, I would have recoiled in disgust and swatted her hand away.
Anyway.
And so, the result was that once we got into position to actually try it, one thought came to mind.
"……."
Isn't this position just way too embarrassing, no matter how you look at it?
"Pfft. I'm going to be staring the whole time anyway, so why turn your head?"
"...Sorry.
No.
I'd just tossed out a casual line to act tough.
To be honest, I wanted to blindfold him right now so he couldn't see me.
Or turn off the lights...!
Standing here in front of him with my pants completely off and just my panties on.
It had definitely been embarrassing when he stimulated my breasts earlier, but this was no less so.
If anything, it was a different kind of shame prickling at my skin.
I kept checking the temperature of my cheeks with the back of my hand, wondering if they were okay.
"Toss my pants over by the computer chair. Hang them on the backrest?"
This pale skin. It was embarrassing how white it was from holing up at home without any sunlight.
This scrawny body, whose only exercise was tapping away at the keyboard with my fingers and some huffing-and-puffing breathing exercises.
And this immature, hairless body that looked like a kid's.
...Even though Nam Dowon was the same age as me, twenty, he didn't seem to have any body hang-ups.
The nerve of a human.
So cocky.
"Don't touch me too lewdly... Got it?"
Nam Dowon had probably dated a few girlfriends by now.
Was he comparing me to other women while looking at my body? Even getting annoyed inside?
Harboring that small worry, I poked at his waist with my toes.
Conveniently, he was sitting right next to my feet, so I didn't have to move much.
"...S-So, what do we start with? Can I just stay like this?"
"...I'd appreciate it if you could spread your legs first, though..."
"My legs? Oh, yeah, that makes sense."
It wasn't anything surprising.
I'd need to spread my legs for him to properly touch my genitals.
It was obvious even without studying physics.
So, hesitantly, I spread my legs as Nam Dowon instructed.
Not too vulgarly—just enough for his hands to move comfortably.
No need to spread them all sloppily, right?
What kind of ridiculous display would that be?
"This good?"
"......Mm..."
"......?"
...What?
Not enough?
"Q-Quicker—say it. Is this not enough?"
"...Well, since situations like this don't usually involve someone as stiff as you, Witch Lady..."
"So you mean spread them more. Right?"
"......Yes. It'd be better if you spread them even more boldly than this..."
"This is such a pain... Ugh......"
In truth, it was just a matter of spreading my legs a bit more, so calling it "a pain" now was inappropriate.
The correct phrasing would have been something like, "I'm going to die of embarrassment right here."
I knew that full well but used the wrong expression anyway because it was just for me to know.
I glared at Nam Dowon for no reason and spread my legs further.
...Bending my knees slightly because his body was in the way by my feet.
The area between my legs, hidden by my pure white panties,
was incredibly nerve-wracking.
Definitely.
"Better?"
"...Yes. That should do it, more or less..."
"......"
"Excuse me."
Then he shifted his body closer to me.
...Positioning himself between my legs, which was extremely disconcerting.
What was it like? Weird analogy, but it felt like a human woman at the gynecologist and her doctor.
Actually doing it turned out to be more disorienting than expected, so I thrust out one hand toward him and said,
"...Hey, wait. Time out."
"Pardon?"
"You're not seriously going to touch me like this? ...Down there?"
"...Isn't that right? I figured this would be the most clinical position."
Clinical?
I pondered what he meant by that, and yeah, it made sense.
The analogy I'd just thought of was the gynecologist.
And I couldn't think of anything more stiff and boring than that.
But having him actually sit between my legs like that felt way more embarrassing than I'd imagined...
I wondered if it would get better with time, but then,
fortunately, I thought of a better idea.
"This position is kinda weird, so why don't you just sit behind me and hug me like that instead?"
"...From behind?"
"Yeah. You touched my chest from that position originally, and even when we used the chair later, it was the same... So it's more familiar."
Instead of this clinical and embarrassing method, we'd use one that was closer but at least familiar.
Plus, though I didn't say it, with him behind me, I wouldn't have to see his face.
Being touched is the same, but not having to look into someone's eyes is a huge plus.
I'm a genius!
"I'd prefer that too, but are you really okay with it, Neria?"
"I'm fine with it, so just do what I say. You get to sneakily hug my body in the process, so it's a win-win, right?"
"...I'm happy."
His response lacked any real soul, probably meant as a joke to lighten the mood, but I wasn't in a position to nitpick.
Besides, if he was genuinely thrilled, that might lead to its own kind of embarrassment.
Pretending I hadn't heard, I scooted over to make room.
"Here. Sit behind me."
"...Can I move Neria's pillow aside?"
"...Yeah. Better than you squashing it with your butt."
"Got it."
In the end, Nam Dowon really settled in behind my back.
Even though I'd ordered the position change myself, my heart still raced uncomfortably. I wasn't used to this proximity.
The fabric of his familiar white dress shirt rustling against my back was the same.
This discomfort people call tension kept growing.
...And so did his thick forearms now visible beside me.
Every time I saw them, weird, lewd thoughts popped into my head.
"Neria."
"Uh, y-yeah?!"
I'd been glancing at the man's hand sprouting from the hem of his crisp white dress shirt when he spoke from over my head, having settled into place.
"Sitting so stiffly like that seems uncomfortable for both of us. Why don't you lean back against me comfortably...?"
"...Oh, r-right. Yeah. I was gonna do that anyway. I was just moving aside until you got positioned."
Even I, with no experience, knew that much.
So I leaned back against him casually, pretending I wasn't tense at all, and the silken texture of his tie brushed against the back of my head.
Next came the sensation of
a body completely different from a woman's.
...The body of a male that would one day do naughty things with me.
The moment I became aware of it, Nam Dowon's hand touched my lower abdomen.
Right where my joggers and t-shirt had ridden up slightly, exposing soft skin.
"Eep?!"
"...Are you okay?"
"...F-Fine! Just startled! Yeah!"
"......"
Describing it in words might sound dry, but experiencing it was entirely different.
Me touching my own lower abdomen was normal and nothing special, but his hand was beyond my control.
The man's hand touching me without a word was more disorienting than expected.
And gentler.
And cooler.
...As for whether it felt good,
I didn't really know.
"...But why are you touching my lower abdomen? I told you to loosen me up before sex...?"
"I can't just shove my fingers in and stir right away. Besides, you don't have any experience yet, do you?"
"N-No... but... does that matter? Can't you just do it?"
"...I feel like you'd end up feeling bad and annoyed."
"What annoyed me was just now. You touching my lower abdomen?"
"......"
Nam Dowon suddenly went quiet.
He let out a soft sigh, then carefully placed his hand a bit higher than my lower abdomen this time.
Somewhere between my breasts and navel.
Unlike my lower abdomen, the joggers and t-shirt were intact there.
...I had no idea why.
All I could wonder was why he'd put his hand there.
I half-expected him to change course and knead my breasts, but this large hand didn't slide that way.
"......"
"......"
Over the joggers and t-shirt.
Two layers covering my skin, his fingers moved.
Not stroking or pinching like when he teased my nipples—just sliding gently while pressed against me.
Not intense at all.
If anything, incredibly soft.
Like he was showing me what his hand felt like as it traced my stomach.
How much pressure he used.
How wide the spacing between his fingers felt comfortable.
Just—I'm touching you now—that was it.
That hand slid a little lower.
"......"
"......"
His fingers slipped under the waistband of my joggers.
Now I could feel them more distinctly.
The t-shirt suddenly vanished too.
Allowing Nam Dowon's fingers to touch my skin directly.
The spot was my lower abdomen.
Just below my navel, a place hard to describe precisely.
They slid while pressing.
Pressure at the edge.
Lifted lightly.
Pressed again.
"Neria."
"......"
"Is it that unpleasant?"
"......"
"...Then we should probably stop here."
"......"
And to me,
that was,
hardly.
"...W-Well... Now it feels... kinda okay..."
"...I see."
It wasn't unpleasant.
"...Then, I'll continue."
"Mm."
Just,
a strange feeling.