Chapter 26
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 26
Chapter Title: 6. Turning the Tables
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"…If you've heard everything, hand over the phone."
"Y-Yes…."
After Erzel's fiery declaration.
Of course, the mood wasn't exactly great, regrettably.
Not outright bad or anything, but… how should I put it?
It was the kind of atmosphere where it was hard for me to speak up first.
Or, to phrase it more politely, a bit of a chaotic vibe.
…For a master to threaten to check her apprentice's hymen.
If this were between regular humans instead of witches, we wouldn't be exchanging awkward glances like this—we'd be drafting a police report already.
And since she'd said it in front of me too, it meant Neria had at least gotten some prodding from her master.
"W-What did your master say to you?"
"Well… she said she hoped I'd help replenish Lady Neria's mana. That's what she told me."
"Replenish my mana…? Hah… She spews weird, vulgar crap at me, but asks you all nice and polite…."
"……."
So she told Neria the exact same thing—rip my hymen.
I wondered if going through a translator had been unnecessary, but it was too awkward to backtrack now.
All I could do was hope Neria would forget all about it.
In the end, I just plastered on a dumb smile and played dumb, when Neria—hands jammed deep in her pockets—locked eyes with me and spoke.
Side note: she was still pretty pissed, her lips pursed out a good three inches.
"…Hey, male prostitute."
"Yes, Lady Neria."
"M-Must be nice, huh? Getting a chance to fuck such a pretty witch?"
"…It's an honor."
"Yeah. You should feel honored. A mere human daring to embrace a witch. Way above your station… Seriously above it… Mm-hmm…."
"Ahaha…."
…But Lady Neria.
If it's so above your station, then why do the other witches devour men whenever they get a chance?
Our team leader used to do it pretty often, from what I hear. And your master, Erzel, too.
I kept that straight talk buried deep in my mind.
Sometimes, you have to nod along to even the most absurd words from a superior.
Especially when that superior was the one who first dropped the S-word, but now that things were getting real, she was the tense one.
And besides…
Barring any surprises, the vibe felt like we could pull this off smoothly.
"D-Don't just stand there—go wash up. Grab any towel you see."
"…Understood. So, um, will you be washing up after me, Lady Neria…?"
"W-What? I already showered at home. Besides, witches don't need to bathe as often as humans…."
She'd already showered before coming over too.
I kept that thought tucked away for now.
*****
There was her usual shower robe, so I could borrow that after washing up.
Not that it was optional—it was ugly enough that I had to cover up with it.
As per Neria's orders, I pulled out the shower robe, but of course, it wasn't my size.
"It's not communal—it's women's size. Can't be helped."
Her personnel file said about 168cm, right?
Neria was tall for a woman, but I was tall for a guy too. No surprise it looked short.
But going out with just a towel over my junk? She'd chew me out 100%.
In the end, I forced myself into Neria's shower robe.
"…Hm."
The shoulders were a bit tight, but getting my arms in wasn't a huge issue.
The length wasn't disastrously short either—just showed a bit of wrist.
The real problem hit when I tried to close it at the end.
On a body like Neria's, it'd tie up all cute, but on me? Like wrapping a log in cloth….
So in the end, I just draped Neria's shower robe over my arms and stepped out.
Of course, covering the unsightly manhood with a towel.
"All washed up, Lady Neria."
"…Ah, yeah. You're done…."
This look had to be a little funny to her, right?
Maybe it'd loosen her up a bit—I had that small hope.
Unfortunately, it didn't seem to make a difference.
She'd been rolling around on the bed, pretending to be chill while waiting for me.
But her hands clutching the blanket? They were trembling visibly.
Plain as day from here.
"……."
"……."
And get this.
Normally, Neria would've nitpicked something by now, but right now? She just squirmed on the bed, eyes scanning me up and down.
…Bold as hell in weird ways, but now? Total nervous virgin vibes.
I approached her like a wildlife photographer closing in on prey, sat on the edge of the bed, and asked.
"When would be good for you, Lady Neria?"
"…Sex?"
"Yes. Probably best when you're comfortable."
"…Dunno. I psyched myself up to do it, but didn't think about when it'd feel right…."
"…I see."
"……."
After her answer, Neria pulled the blanket up firm to her chest.
No need to say it—she looked tense as hell. Even small talk stalled out.
Tension happens to anyone, but like this? I worried if we'd even end the first time on a good note.
If it were with a girlfriend, just mutual fun—no such worries. But business sex? Way more headaches than expected.
Hell, if it were Erzel or the team leader…
No fumbling around for days—I'd have creampied them effortlessly multiple times by now.
"B-But, you know…."
"…?"
Mid-fantasy, Neria piped up.
I glanced her way, and there she was—blanket fortress intact—mumbling timidly.
"…You wanna do it with me right now…?"
"……."
No need to lie.
"Yes."
"…Really?"
"……."
"……."
Hearing that, Neria shrank into her blanket cocoon for a sec, then propped up her upper body just a bit.
Blanket still clutched to her chest.
She scooted over beside me with a little hip-wiggle sound.
"…Since you wanna do it now. Guess I have no choice."
"…Are you sure?"
"Yeah. You. This kind witch'll sacrifice for you."
"……."
"…So, what first…?"
…Ah, there it is.
That classic.
I wasn't dying to jump in right away.
But since you're such a massive perv who wants it.
I'll humor you, no choice.
"M-Maybe start with boobs? You love my tits, right?"
"Well… touching your breasts isn't strictly necessary…."
"Ugh… …Perfect! I wasn't big on it anyway! Doesn't even feel that good…. Haha…."
"……."
"……Mm, mm."
"……."
Was it that snide tone that got to me?
Or all the pent-up frustration from always bowing to her usual bossiness?
Maybe a scratch on that pride she claimed not to have.
Or plain old lust for Neria.
Or just—now that we're here, no need to grovel anymore.
Something like that clicked.
I stared steadily at Neria as she rambled disjointedly.
The moment she swallowed dry, I quietly countered.
"Didn't you like it?"
Three times.
Neria's long lashes fluttered rapidly.
"…No? Wasn't that great."
"You did like it. I remember clearly."
"W-What…? If I liked it that much, I'd ask you every day! Never have!"
True, she never asked daily, as she said.
But that didn't explain everything.
"The praise coupons. Collect ten stamps, and you let me touch your breasts."
"Th-That was just me being generous for you?"
"Last time we gamed. You said touching your breasts was fine as compensation for not resting."
"You remember that well. It was compensation…."
"And most importantly, you reacted pretty well every time I fondled them. Didn't you?"
"No big deal, I said. Got proof?"
"Proof… Hm…."
"See? N-No proof, right?"
Head drooping with heavy breaths.
Fidgeting her hips now and then.
Her soft nipples hardening stiff in moments.
Plenty of evidence, but….
"How about this, then, Lady Neria."
"……?"
Instead of arguing my case hoarse, something more fun popped into my head.
"I'll touch your breasts for about thirty minutes. If 'I surrender' slips from your lips, you lose."
"…From my mouth? 'I surrender'?"
"Yes. If you hold out without saying it, I lose."
"…What do I get for winning?"
"What I want is, um…."
Tons of ideas, but starting too greedy? She'd bail.
I offered something safe and useful.
"During sex, could you follow my lead?"
"Hm…? That's it?"
"Yes. That's plenty for me."
"……Hm…."
She nodded without much thought.
Brushing back the pale blue strands from her neck, she smirked like victory was hers.
"Fine. If I win, I do whatever I want with you."
"…Deal."
"No complaints? Even if I say go super slow?"
"It's fine. That was my plan anyway."
"…Wait, you were gonna do that regardless? Then lemme pick again."
"No can do. You spoke first, so I revealed mine."
"Ugh, you sneaky bastard…!"
…Honestly, I've felt this since last time.
Body that feels up no matter where you touch—total pushover.
Yet why's she so damn confident?
Beats me.