Chapter 29
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 29
Chapter Title: 6. Turning the Tables (4)
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A matter that greatly wounds one's pride.
To Neria, the act of licking with the tongue seemed to fit that description perfectly.
If I were a woman, I probably would've been pretty embarrassed to order someone to lick me.
To the point where she'd complain it's unfair and tell me to do it too—probably that's the only reason.
...Or maybe lately she's developed an interest in naughty things and secretly wants to try it out.
"Please lie down here, and I'll take care of the rest."
"Uh, okay..."
The T-shirt she'd hiked up over her chest was now clutched tightly downward, leaving only a pair of pristine white panties underneath. Neria folded her long legs as she lay back, so I shifted my position to move down toward her lower half.
The bed creaked naturally against my ears.
Once I got there, I realized it was the exact spot where, just a few days ago, she'd demanded a revised position out of embarrassment.
Back then, since she'd insisted on something more familiar, I'd touched her from behind while holding her close.
But now that we'd come this far, even if she hated it, I planned to lick her wildly.
I might as well bury my nose in and die happy.
"...L-Like this, spreading them...?"
Any longer, covering it with a towel would just look weird.
And the shower robe she'd been forcing herself to wear was the same.
As I casually cleared away the two obstacles getting in the way of movement, Neria hesitantly parted her legs a bit.
...A sight utterly devoid of any vulgarity, brimming instead with shyness and hesitation.
I placed my hand on her soft-looking thigh and replied.
"It'd be better if you spread them a little more firmly than that."
"Ugh... Okay. So, like this...?"
"Like this."
"Kyaa...?!"
I didn't even put much strength into it.
I'd simply pressed her legs apart firmly to demonstrate, but like the indoor apprentice witch she was—out of shape and all—Neria yielded helplessly.
With a thin scream, her legs, which had been awkwardly spread before, were now pushed firmly up toward her breasts.
Surprisingly, for someone so disconnected from exercise, there was no stiffness at all.
Normally, by now, Neria would've pointed at me, meowing accusations of me being a pervert.
Then I'd have apologized profusely and started groveling.
...But this time,
"...H-Hey, this is kinda... embarrassing..."
"......"
"Do I really have to spread... this wide...?"
Her only reaction was to flush her face bright red—faint otherwise.
She was even complying with my words as much as possible, parting her legs without much resistance.
To steady my mind, I swallowed hard and forced a smile.
"Since it's embarrassing, how about we do the licking part with your underwear still on, like last time?"
"That's not the issue...! The position just feels... kinda indecent..."
"Can't be helped. Sex is like that by nature."
"W-Well..."
"You'll get used to it once we do it, Neria."
"......I really don't wanna get used to something like this..."
The girl who'd struggled even to sit on my lap was now striking such an embarrassing pose in front of me.
Was it a sense of accomplishment? Conquest?
Whatever it was called, a thrilling elation washed over me as I reached toward Neria's panties.
Looking at her, eyes squeezed shut, I added one more thing.
"...Last time, I did it like this. With my fingers."
"...U-Uh, yeah. Right... with your fingers..."
As I traced around her clit to confirm, Neria cracked one eye open and started alternating glances between my face and her crotch.
"Once you got used to it, like this. Touching it directly."
"......Ngh."
Next, I directly stimulated where her clit was.
Carefully rubbing her clit through the pure white panties—which weren't exactly overflowing with sex appeal—Neria squeezed her eyes shut again and let out a faint moan from between her lips.
...She looked so cute that I stroked her clit a bit more—swipe, swipe—
and even pressed her thighs, which had started to close, firmly open again, just like at the start.
Having teased her hypersensitive body enough, I cautiously lowered myself.
My fingers had served as a sufficient warm-up,
and now it was time to torment the little bud hidden behind her panties
with my tongue.
"...Hic?! H-Hey, wait, hold on just a sec...!"
"...Ah, don't like it?"
"Not... dislike exactly..."
After one flick of my tongue tip across her panties, Neria jolted her hips and hurriedly spoke up.
I'd asked if she disliked it, but no matter how I looked at it, that wasn't the reaction of someone who hated it.
It was much closer to flustered.
And I'd seen plenty of Neria flustered lately, so it was nothing new.
Guess she likes it.
Cunnilingus.
"Hic, w-wait, I said stop...! Why lick again... ...Ngh...!"
Neria frantically pushed at my head with both hands, but that was it.
Far too weak to actually push me away.
And as time passed, it felt more like she was just resting her hands on my head.
I relentlessly licked her sweetly scented panties.
Pressing down her twitching thighs with my forearms.
Occasionally grabbing her hips when they bucked.
Obsessively,
just the clit.
"......"
"......Heh, ngh... Ahk... ... ......"
Every time I'm this close to Neria, I notice witches naturally smell good.
Not just easy-to-expose spots like the nape, but even here—an intimate, precious place.
Her uniquely sweet, intoxicating scent lingered, so I licked to my heart's content before leisurely pulling my mouth away.
"...Hoo."
...But right before my eyes, that grayish wet spot.
A bit below the clit, the slick, soaked part.
Which my tongue hadn't touched.
"...Ngh, you're seriously ignoring me like a dog..."
"Sorry, Neria."
"Sorry my ass—should a guy apologizing be soaking a witch's panties...?"
"...Sorry."
"Tch..."
Between her pale skin.
Pushing the obstructing panties aside revealed a cute, pinkish entrance eagerly dripping fluid.
Last time, holding her from behind, I hadn't seen it—but this was where I'd slipped my finger in.
...Even then, carefully avoiding her hymen, so barely just the first knuckle.
"......"
"......"
That cute, pristine entrance,
now a mess with her feminine juices.
...And my rigid cock, tip bumping against it.
Quite the sight.
"...You're really gonna put it in?"
"......"
The Neria who'd endlessly spouted how she disliked it or wasn't interested,
now with ears flushed red,
reluctantly nodding.
A beautiful view.
"Since it's your first time, I'll go in slowly."
"...What if it hurts...?"
"Just say the word, and I'll give you time to adjust."
"......If you don't listen when I say it, I'll pinch your forearm for real."
"...Do I have to hurt too?"
"You ignored me when I said stop earlier, didn't you?"
"...Haha."
"...That's your punishment."
For the price of a mere forearm pinch to sleep with a witch—how many guys would line up?
Feeling my luck anew, I closed the distance with Neria further; her furrowed brows, tense with anxiety, caught my eye.
...If this were the end of it, I really would've been careful not to hurt her.
"......Don't put it all the way in. ...Got it?"
"...Yes, Neria."
But you keep saying cute things.
Now I'm not so sure.
...If I get too excited and thrust hard,
what then?
"...Ngh... Hngh...!"
Muscles flexing in my arms, I pressed the bed hard and pushed my glans into Neria's entrance.
At the same time, her hand gently gripped my wrist—but that was all for now.
...No sharp scratches or pinches yet.
Breathing heavily with excitement, I pushed my hips forward a bit more.
Not stopping at the glans, but the shaft beyond.
Slowly delving into her depths.
"Kuh... Ah, ngh...?"
Neria's virgin pussy, fuck...
Half-formed words swam in my head before spilling out as excited breaths.
Even just this much in, and her tightening walls made my head hot as a bonus.
Plus, something thin and tough started brushing the tip, making my already hard cock even harder.
...A bit more strength in my hips, and she gripped my wrist tighter.
Her throat bobbing in sync with my swallows amid ragged breaths.
Her moist eyes looking up at me before finally squeezing shut.
All of it lethally addictive.
"...Hoo."
"......! ... ........."
...The thrill of forcibly breaking that tough barrier made me miss the moment to ask Neria.
"...You okay, Neria?"
She wasn't pinching my forearm furiously like she'd threatened.
...Though she'd been gripping it unusually tight since earlier.
Still, I should check.
"If it hurts, I'll pull out for a bit and we can try again..."
"...N-Not that..."
But contrary to my worry, instead of anger, Neria's voice trembled as she spoke.
Maybe it hurts but not too bad, just bearable—such thoughts were brief.
Her hazy gaze looked up at me, holding eye contact for a long moment before murmuring softly.
"......No need to pull out..."