Chapter 27
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 27
Chapter Title: 6. Turning the Tables (2)
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I frowned, thinking it was a dirty trick, but luckily, Neria accepted my challenge.
It seemed the reward of "listening well" played a big part.
Or maybe she was absolutely convinced she'd never say something like "I lost."
Either way, I was fine with it.
"I just have to sit on top of you again, right?"
"That seems best."
"Haa... My breasts didn't feel that great anyway..., hmm...."
Neria muttered something unnecessary before finally letting go of the blanket and slipping out from under it.
Her outfit was, of course, the same tracksuit I'd seen earlier.
I'd wondered if she'd stripped underneath beforehand, but apparently not.
...On the flip side, girls who liked naughty stuff were way more aggressive than expected, which threw me off.
This was going to be a long road.
"This time, I'll do my best to make it as enjoyable as possible for you, Neria."
"...So last time, you weren't even trying hard?"
"Back then, I was focused on getting you interested in naughty things. It was your first time, after all."
"...Hmph."
"It's like games—the part that first hooks you is different from what keeps you diving deep."
"...You sure talk a good game...? Always slipping out of things...."
Neria slipped out from the blanket, and her butt touched my thigh.
She wasn't fully committing yet—like sitting sideways on a bicycle's auxiliary seat.
Forcibly planting her feet on the ground while half-sitting like that would feel just like this, right?
Neria still seemed awkward around men as she fidgeted for a moment before muttering as if she'd just realized.
"...Pants. You're not wearing any."
"...I just showered? And you lent me that bathrobe."
"Eek... I know that...! I was just saying you're not wearing them! Did I ask why and get mad or something?!"
"...Ahaha...."
"...Fine, I get it you're not wearing any. Just be careful when you get hard. You're unnecessarily big, so even sitting is uncomfortable. That's what I meant!"
"I'll try my best, though it won't be easy."
The words Wasn't that getting mad? reached the tip of my tongue but I swallowed them.
Smile. Smile. Just smile for now.
Until Neria got hooked on doing naughty things with me, I was definitely the submissive one.
So all she saw was my awkward business smile directed at her.
Neria stared at me blankly before snorting and turning her body.
"11:04 a.m. I checked the time, so we have until 34 minutes from now. Bring it."
The match begins.
With those somewhat grandiose words, I heard the sound of her unzipping the tracksuit top herself.
"...You're gonna take it off anyway, right? Should I just strip now?"
"Thank you, Neria."
"Thank you my ass..., over something this small...."
It was just like last time.
The rustling tracksuit top was tossed onto the armrest of the chair in front of the computer.
...Part of me wanted to fuck her senseless while she was still wearing it to mess up her gaming focus, but anyway.
Right now, the important thing was right in front of me.
A plain black T-shirt with zero sex appeal.
Baggy striped sweatpants you could see anywhere around the house.
And the clothes hanger: Neria.
Because of that last reason, even this familiar sight was making my dick twitch.
"Th-there. Happy now? Or should I make it fair and give you 35 minutes?"
"...Hmm, then before we start, just this much."
"What are you gonna..., ......Hik."
Putting a black T-shirt on any random girl around wouldn't turn me on.
Because she's a witch.
Because she's just turned twenty.
Because she lives a vampire-like life, seeing only monitor light and avoiding sunlight.
It's sexy when a girl with porcelain skin that contrasts sharply with the T-shirt wears it.
The same went for the tracksuit pants Neria had on.
The tight waistband revealed her slim waistline perfectly.
Even though the legs were loose and baggy, her hips stood out clearly.
And her white, slender ankles peeked out from under the slightly hiked-up cuffs.
That's what made it hot.
"H-hey, Nam Dowon...! I can take off my underwear myself, right?!"
"Last time I groped your panties plenty, and now it's just a bra."
"That was..., ......Ugh."
"Besides, during 'mana charging,' we'll have to take off underwear all the time anyway. Better to get used to it slowly."
"...F-fine. I get it. ...Take it off or don't...."
Neria glanced back nervously and adjusted her position.
I easily unhooked her bra, then pulled the straps out from under her short-sleeved T-shirt.
Once her arms were out, removing the bra was a breeze.
I tossed it onto the chair armrest like the tracksuit top and took a quick breath before starting.
"...! W-wait, wait, wait...."
The moment we began, Neria freaked out and pushed my arm down.
I'd half-expected it.
"Wh-what are you doing shoving your hand under my shirt?!"
"...Wouldn't touching directly feel way better than just over the clothes?"
"Th-that's true, but...! You have to ask for permission first! You can't just do it suddenly!"
I'd meant to ask first, but worried she might say no even if slim chance.
We're gonna have sex soon anyway—what's the big deal? But slim chances happen anytime.
So this time, I touched first without asking.
...Plus, switching the order had another advantage.
"Then, Neria."
"......"
"Can I touch directly?"
"......"
It let me naturally bypass the vague resistance in her mind.
"...Do it. We're gonna... have sex anyway.... Touching my breasts directly is nothing...."
"Thank you."
...Something I'd never try normally turned out feeling surprisingly good once done.
Permission becomes super easy after.
"Then I'll roll up your T-shirt too. It'll be more comfortable for both of us."
"...U-uh-huh."
Talking like this made me feel like a mom sneaking veggies to a picky kid.
I pushed stray thoughts aside, hugged Neria gently, and pulled up her T-shirt.
Breasts not too big, but perfectly sized to fondle.
Placed just right on the upper part.
"......"
"......"
Her breathing quickened slightly, making her chest heave faintly as I pulled her closer.
I gently cupped them together toward the center,
relaxed,
and brushed up the cherry blossom pink tips.
"No need to tense up. It's just like what we've been doing."
"Wh-who's tense...."
"You are, Neria."
"...I'm not, so make me say 'I lost' quick. 25 minutes left."
"About 28 minutes. No way 5 minutes passed already."
"......Fucking hate you. For real."
...Witches were cute even in this.
I caught a glimpse of her cherry blossom nipple over her shoulder from my fingertip brush.
Tracing the curve of her breast with my thumb, then leisurely pressing and rubbing the nipple—my view blurred slightly.
Her shoulders rose a bit from sitting still.
More precisely, she'd arched her back.
"....... ......Ugh...."
I wanted to see her next reaction fast.
With that thought, I flicked her nipple tip— the soft, squishy feel vanished in an instant.
From soft to firm.
From firm to hard.
That must've been poking through her T-shirt just days ago.
...Though Neria would deny it vehemently.
"......"
And one thing I noticed watching.
No proof, just suspicion, but still shady enough to ask while pinching her nipple firmly.
"Neria."
"......Why."
"Do you touch them alone sometimes?"
"......"
...An instant "no" would've sold half the denial.
Clamming up like that solves nothing.
"...Pr-proof? You don't have any? Can't use surveillance magic?"
"Sensitivity's way better than the first day."
"Way better my ass..., not at all......,"
Too late to argue.
Neria had secretly groped her own breasts—confirmed.
No time for rebuttals; I tormented her nipples relentlessly.
Like massaging her breasts.
...Nah, reconsidering—that was bullshit.
Just kneading her tits like a total pervert.
Filling both hands with her softness, fiddling with the tips.
With soft fingertips.
With smooth, hard nails.
With sharp nail edges.
Enjoying her ever-changing reactions,
I said one thing.
"...You like it when it hurts more than I thought?"
"N-no!!"
I picked what'd embarrass her most, and got a perfectly Neria-like simple response.
...Though she reacted best to pain—that was true.
Hitting the nail on the head might've amplified it.
"But you reacted strongest when I grazed with my nail just now."
"I hated it 'cause it hurt...! Not good at a—, ......Ngh, don't pinch while I'm talking...!"
"Yet you keep reacting more to this."
"No...oo......! Reacting good my—."
"...See. The moment I squeeze, you flinch against me."
"Hurts, so..., ah, eek......"
"Hurts?"
"......"
"...Does it hurt?"
"...If I say yes, then yes......"
I'd felt it first time touching her breasts, but witches.
Maybe surprisingly sensitive constitutions.
Not just Neria—her master or Team Leader loved sex tons.
Small sample, but other witches seemed to enjoy it too.
If they didn't run scared like Neria here.
Witches might be optimized for sex.
As I concluded, Neria tapped my wrist.
"Hey, Nam Dowon.... Stop....... Feels weird, so quit touching and pause...."
"...Dunno. Sorry, but I wanna win this bet too."
"I-I'm not losing, just pause a sec...!"
"Only about 25 minutes left. If it's nothing, just endure boringly."
"......Ugh...."
"Be quick."
"Ah..., seriously......, fucking sucks, really......"
"......"
Pleasure laced her "pain" voice heavily.
Real pain carries venom in the tone—she didn't know that.
Or too lost to fake it.
For this innocently pure Neria, I flicked her relaxed nipples lightly and continued.
"Neria. Honestly, even if you just say you lost, nothing big changes."
"......"
"I just asked you to listen to me more—nothing else to gain."
"......"
"Strictly speaking, groping over your panties lately was basically my way anyway."
"......"
She seemed intrigued, listening without rebuttal.
Shoulders heaving from ragged breaths, she pressed her head against my chest.
"...Fine. I lost. Happy? ...Thinking about it, I should lose. You're a male prostitute, no experience for me."
"No. Not yet."
"......Huh? Why? I did what you sa—, ......Kuh, wh-why pinch suddenly...."
"Say 'I lost.' It's a bet."
"......"
"......"
"......"
"Neria."
"......I... lost......"