Chapter 34
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 34
Chapter Title: Team Leader? (4)
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A few people gathered due to Team Leader's scream, but thankfully, it all ended as a mere commotion.
There was no way an ordinary human like me could do anything against a witch, and if anyone was going to scream, it should've been me.
So, the chaotic office was left with just Team Leader and me once again.
This time, Team Leader spoke first.
"...Dowon. How much did you see...?"
"Just the screen that was open. Up to the part where you stopped writing."
"Hmm..., give me a second. Where did I leave off...?"
She wasn't going to make the excuse that she was just reading it!
Well, it did look like a writing program, not a browser tab, and there was even a blinking cursor at the end, so denying it would be tough.
Sure enough, Team Leader Eve swiftly brought the laptop back from wherever she'd hidden it moments ago, right before our eyes.
By the way, unlike the previous "*zzing*" sound effect she'd made herself, this time there was no sound at all.
"Of all places..., ...you saw this part, huh."
"......"
"...For real? You really saw it?"
"That's why I just asked if civil servants can have side gigs..."
"Haaaa..."
Her sigh carried a chilling edge for a moment.
As I stared at Team Leader Eve's awkwardly arched eyebrows, I recited a memorable line roughly to convince her for sure.
"...She crosses the front door with him drunk on liquor. Then, his pristine white shirt marked with my lipstick stains..."
"Uwaaaak! Ack! Shut up! I get it, so stop talking...!"
"Believe me now?"
"Who said I didn't?! I was just denying reality!! Like, 'please let it be a dream, please be a dream'!"
After that, it went on about the male's thick cock and such.
It was the opening of an erotic story thick with female-oriented vibes, laid out in a rush.
Having seen only that part, I couldn't tell if it was about a woman deriving pleasure from stepping on a man or getting raped instead...
Based on the Team Leader I'd seen so far, even as a virgin, she probably leaned toward stomping firmly with high heels.
Leaning back in my chair, I thought it was totally opposite my tastes.
"......"
...Anyway, summing up what I'd learned today:
1. Team Leader is probably Erzel's official fan, and surprisingly inexperienced virgin.
2. The reason she always looked so tired was because she'd been secretly running this unexpected side gig...
Both were pretty shocking and awkward topics, so as I pondered which to bring up first, Team Leader dragged her chair over next to me with a *drurrk*.
"...K-Keep it a secret, please."
Obviously.
"Of course I'll keep it secret. But what if it gets found out later through taxes or something?"
"...Huh? Oh, I forgot about that in my panic..."
"Then writing these stories will get caught soon too..."
"This is..., a hobby."
"......?"
"A hobby. Hobby. Meaning I just scribble them for myself. Got it?"
"Ah..."
"...To prove it, I'll show you a bit, but you have to keep it secret from everyone else around here. Even from my friend Erzel."
With that, Team Leader leaned in closer to me.
She placed the laptop on the desk so we could both see the screen.
Now, instead of the dense text, a utterly ordinary desktop background greeted my eyes.
But as Team Leader dug through folders one by one, eventually a suspicious one appeared.
Folder name: 1111.
It looked plain enough, but buried this deep in the directory, it was suspiciously mundane.
And sure enough, clicking it open revealed several mysterious Word files.
These didn't have names either.
Like experiment codes or prisoner numbers, they were just random strings of digits.
I wondered if even the owner, Team Leader, could tell them apart.
...I didn't double-click to open them myself, but these were probably her erotic stories.
Conscious of her now so close our shoulders nearly touched, I asked.
"You wrote all these as a hobby?"
"W-Well, they piled up as I wrote. Maybe over ten in total?"
Ten.
I didn't know how many words per story, but that was a lot.
Just thinking about writing my resume application had nearly killed me, so erotica couldn't be much different.
Maybe harder without a base to build on.
Or easier since you could write whatever you wanted.
"Must be a long-standing hobby."
"About two years...? A year and a half...? By human standards, yeah, a bit."
"Ah, right. Human standards."
"By witch standards, it's just a passing fancy. Exactly that."
"I see..."
"Just, you know..., when I had some free time, I thought, why not mix some fiction into my experiences and write them as erotica...? *Ahem*."
"......?"
...Wait a second.
'My experiences'?
If Erzel was right, that was impossible.
They were complete opposites, so I naturally looked at Team Leader. Noticing, she blinked her long lashes and asked back.
"...Why are you staring like that?"
"......Are these really based on your experiences?"
"O-Of course! My experiences!"
"......"
Her reaction screamed pure bullshit.
Conversely, Erzel's explanation had flowed smoothly, even backed by message logs with Team Leader as minor proof.
And there were no sleazy sexual harassment remarks toward me in them.
So, leaning toward believing Erzel a bit more, I pressed on.
"Then the one I saw earlier is a dramatization of your experience too?"
"W-Well...? Sort of?"
"...Hmm."
"......"
"Team Leader. Mind if I ask something?"
"What?"
"Could I read that one a bit?"
"......R-Read it?"
"Yes."
Because if she really was a virgin, there'd be some weird inconsistencies in the writing.
For example, an inexperienced man struggles to describe a woman, and vice versa.
Reading closely would reveal parts showing ignorance about men.
...The biggest hurdle was the humiliation of someone reading her own writing right beside her, which she clearly dreaded.
"That one's unfinished..."
"Then the one you think is your best..."
"N-No! Just that one! You already saw a bit anyway!"
She switched suddenly when I suggested her 'best' one.
Clicking a file, the exact story I'd glimpsed earlier appeared on screen.
If persuasion failed, I planned to negotiate reading just one in exchange for secrecy.
Good thing it worked.
"...But why do you want to read it?"
"...Honestly, just curious."
"Ah..., yeah. Can't blame you. Sure..."
"......"
"One thing: don't read it out loud. I'd die of embarrassment."
"Got it."
Her usually sly golden eyes, always sparkling mischievously, were now steeped in shame, hidden behind her eyelids.
She probably couldn't even bear watching her own text scroll by.
Next to her, I rolled the mouse wheel with *drick, drick* sounds, grasping the story's rough outline.
The heroine was Team Leader, per her own words.
Team Leader brings a drunk male lead home and, well, using that old expression, gets frisky with him.
Not fully written past the middle, but up to there, the woman consistently leads.
Maybe her hobby... or fantasy... is melting a sturdy man with her techniques?
Of course, one story isn't enough for full judgment.
...So, while her eyes are closed, sneak a peek at one more.
I checked the files' last modified dates.
To see which was most recent.
"......?"
But all these files were recently modified.
Very recently, all after my assignment here.
She said it was a two-year hobby, but was she editing them all up till now?
With that trivial thought, I opened one. Naturally, a different erotica popped up.
Skimming, the gist: two people holed up in a restaurant bathroom—or shop toilet—having muffled sex.
And curiously.
Unlike before, here the man took the lead.
"......"
"......"
「His large hand roughly clamped over my mouth, ensuring I couldn't dare make a sound.」
Just this line shows the vibe of this story.
She'd been devouring the man earlier; now, per someone's words, she gets fucked like a dog.
Fucked like a dog, desperately stifling sounds to avoid detection.
...Honestly, this story full of such descriptions matched my tastes a bit more.
So I read more calmly.
Calmly led to thoroughly, and while enjoying Team Leader's writing...
"...Team Leader?"
"W-What...?"
I'd found an amusing expression as expected, so I asked.
"Is this one a dramatization of experience too?"
"Which one..., ...?! Why'd you open this? We agreed on just that one!"
"I never said 'just that one.' I only asked if I could look."
"That's pure sophistry..."
"Anyway, this one. Experience too?"
"...Of course. From about thirty years ago. That guy was pretty good in bed..."
Probably not. Pure fiction.
As expected, she hemmed and hawed, then nodded with her usual sly smile belatedly.
...Ignoring her trembling fingertips unlike her expression, I asked.
"This description too?"
"...Which one?"
"This."
"...Ah, sure. I've had so much sex. Once, even a stud like that was putty in my hands."
"But Team Leader."
"Yes?"
Is this really experience?
"...Pounding his cock deep into the womb like you wrote..., ...is generally impossible."
"...Why? Not long enough?"
"No. Just..., anatomy."
"......Huh."
"......"
"...But that's a common line in hentai manga too..."