Chapter 37
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 37
Chapter Title: 8. Office (2)
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"Well, how is it?"
"Hmm..."
Eve, the team leader, grabbed my cock and started stroking it furiously.
Not just "furioulsy"—to put it precisely, it was "furioulsy to the point of being completely unnecessary."
This wasn't a handjob; it felt more like she was trying to yank it right off.
Even now, as her hand chafed away at my cock with that relentless chap-chap-chap, no pleasure came—just pure bewilderment rising up.
...It wasn't overenthusiasm; it seemed more like a total disaster from trying to act skilled.
At this rate, forget cumming—I wasn't even sure if I could get fully hard...
While pondering how to teach this lying team leader,
I held back and endured before finally responding with a question.
"The people Team Leader usually meets must like it when you stroke them this roughly, huh."
"...Ah, y-yeah. They're all so experienced..., they said nothing less than this even registers."
"Aha..."
If gripping it that tight doesn't make them feel anything, it's not time for foreplay—they need to hit the hospital first.
I barely swallowed the truth bubbling in my mouth and gently took hold of her hand.
"How about trying to grip it with this much force?"
"...Pardon?"
"I'm holding your hand right now, aren't I? This much force."
"Ah, aaa. Dowon, my usual grip must've been too much for you. You've got a surprisingly cute side?"
"...Thanks."
"Got it. You want me to loosen up, right? Like this..."
Was it right to hear "cute" from a virgin who genuinely believed womb sex was possible?
The more I dealt with her, the more absurd it got, but watching from up close was still kinda fun.
Wondering how long she'd keep up that attitude, I quietly played along.
"...Is this more to Dowon's taste?"
"Yes. And a little slower than before..."
"Slower.... You're such a baby after all, aren't you, Dowon baby."
"......"
Even calling me "baby" and doting didn't faze me.
A full-grown adult being called a baby? Sure, but in front of Team Leader Eve, I had nothing to say.
I just accepted it with an awkward smile, and she knelt a bit more comfortably under the desk before starting to stroke slowly.
The black hair that had been fluttering over her shoulders moments ago now hung calmly.
...Even in the desk's shadows, those golden eyes gleamed,
not even glancing at my face like before,
too busy observing my cock.
"...Oh, definitely.... It gets huge in an instant..."
"...Does it?"
Thanks to that, blood was finally rushing in a bit.
No matter how inexperienced and clumsy she was, lust was something a witch's beauty could always overcome.
Even with her fake "skilled" act and utterly amateurish technique rubbing my cock, it was already half-hard, pushing back against her fingers with firm throbs.
Slender, snow-white fingers that had probably never held a cock before today.
...Still, she seemed plenty curious, so maybe she'd at least masturbated.
Afraid of penetration, probably the type to torment just her clit.
Lust clouding my head let useless thoughts drift by.
"I-It’s already pretty big? For a baby, this part’s a total grown-up."
"......"
"Not hard exactly, but heavy? Feels that way.... Not fully erect yet..., ...huh."
Just then, her absentminded fingers roughly scraped under the glans.
My cock twitched from it, and she blinked rapidly before pulling her hand away.
Meeting my eyes for the first time in a while, she gave an embarrassed, apologetic smile.
"Did it hurt...?"
...If she'd been like Neria, knowing basics but losing interest, it'd be one thing.
But this coward had a filthy amount of curiosity about lewd stuff.
The kind of person hoarding self-written erotica in her laptop.
Did she really not know why?
Or was she teasing me on purpose?
Hard to tell.
"...No way something like that hurts."
"...Ah, r-right! It just felt good, then? Come to think of it, I heard stimulating the glans feels amazing."
I heard it feels amazing.
Wouldn't it sound more natural to say,
They loved it.
As I gave feedback she couldn't hear, her hand—now brimming with confidence—reached for my cock again.
This time, blatantly just the glans.
"How’s this? Men love this, right?"
"......That’s..."
...Stroking the shaft was most important, but she'd forgotten that, fixating only on the glans.
"Ahaha. Look at that reaction. No need to answer. Big sis’ll take care of everything—just relax and leave it to me, Dowon."
"......"
"Like this, like this..."
Her small, soft palm enveloped the glans completely.
Squeezing and rubbing hard, then lightly prodding with her nails for extra stimulation.
Who knows where she learned it, but she even spread index and middle fingers to scrape roughly around the ridge.
I got her effort.
I did.
...But this just made it intense stimulation without real pleasure.
"Go on.... Feel free to spurt all over my hand pussy.... Get as hard as you want, feel as good as you want..."
No, the stimulation’s too much—it’s starting to hurt, Team Leader.
Wasn’t the erection that was working suddenly stalling?
If you’re gonna do that, stroke the shaft too.
Even better if you used that idle tongue for some licking,
but fixating on ‘glans = erogenous zone’ and tormenting the same spot...
If she had a tail, it'd be wagging like crazy with excitement, but leaving this go would just trouble me, so...
In the end, I intervened a little.
"...Team Leader. The glans is nice, but for me, just stroking it is the best..."
"Really? You must love when I stroke it."
"......Yes."
"Hehe. No helping it! After all the semen I’ve milked with this hand! We’re talking liters—you’re helpless against me, Dowon."
And so, she forgot the glans again, stroking just the shaft furiously while her black hair swayed.
...Trying to input two things at once seemed impossible for her now, so I said nothing.
About three minutes in this state.
"......"
"......"
She cleared her throat lightly and pulled her hand away. Our eyes met over my genuinely erect cock.
Not her usual sly look,
but something clouded,
troubled.
"...The length and girth..., oh my..."
She gripped it once more with her fingers, then stretched out her hand to measure against my cock.
Her small hand didn't quite reach the end.
About two finger widths short.
So she measured from her own navel down a handspan, folding and unfolding her hand to gauge it, and I looked down at her.
What came next was, predictably,
"If we did it, Dowon, it'd pound right up to the back of my womb... huh..."
"......"
"......My womb’d be 100% wrecked...? In the sexy way...?"
Womb sex talk.
Hearing that, I naturally glanced toward the office door.
It would've been fine if it was fully opaque, but there was a window right at eye level.
No footsteps, no sounds.
I often heard the witches' heels from my seat, but nothing like that now.
No one passing by visually either.
Lunch break ended a while ago.
This office was tucked in a corner anyway—no one came through much.
So for a little while,
it should be fine.
Just risking it for a real short moment.
"Team Leader. Mind coming out for a sec?"
"Out...? You mean from under the desk?"
"Yes."
"Hold on.... Nngh..."
"Then here. Sit on the edge of the desk."
"...There. Sitting. What now...?"
I spread the thighs of Team Leader Eve, perched on the desk edge.
"...Eek, eep, ah...?"
Hiked up the annoying skirt without asking.
"...Can I press a bit closer?"
"I-I’m not thinking of ‘mana charging’ with you right this second..."
"I know. Just gauging for now."
Pressing my swollen cock against this office-clad virgin bitch’s lower belly.
"...If we did it, Team Leader, it’d go about this deep."
"...R-Really.... Right to my navel... easily..."
"Your ‘one handspan’ comment fits too. If I spread you wide, it’d reach just like this."
"......"
"...What you said earlier as an example—was about how much?"
"I’m..., ......th-this much..."
"...Way lower."
"......"
"But even yesterday with Neria, it didn’t reach her womb."
"......"
"Because Neria’s just an apprentice witch, right?"
A picture's worth a thousand words.
Here, I could
burn the image of me
into this idiot team leader’s brain for sure.
"Y-Yeah. Mature witches like me have our womb entrances... looser..."
"Shove a cock deep, and it ravages the womb?"
"...I’ve experienced it plenty of times..."
"Hmm..."
"......"
"Ah, I could always ask Erzel separately later. If she says the same, guess it’s true."
Her eyes shook immediately.
Anyone could see—she was plotting to contact Erzel first and beg her to back up the lie.
...But if Erzel’s attitude from earlier held, she wouldn’t help at all.
If anything, she’d probably ask me to fuck this cowardly team leader too.
And hand over the rehab support duties to me.
"......W-Wait a sec..."
Predicting the obvious future, her hand lightly pushed my body.
...Only now did I realize we were too close. I belatedly leaned my upper body back a bit.
"...D-Dowon doesn’t trust me, huh."
"For now, yeah. I’m trying to believe you since it’s you saying it, but it’s just too far from what I know."
"Well, can’t help that. I get why it seems weird. People feel uncanny just from slight cultural differences, right?"
She nodded along, insisting it made sense.
Poking my chest—where she'd just pulled away—with her index finger, she added,
"But it really works, you know?"
Like she had some basis for it.
...But bashfully, lowering her voice.
"......B-Because I’m a witch of space."
"......"
"It really... happens......"
Words that sounded like admitting all her prior lies.
While avoiding my gaze too.