Chapter 46
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 46
Chapter Title: 12. Adult Date
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"This was written by a guy."
To avoid disturbing Neria, I slipped into the old prison room and flipped through some comic books.
That was Neria's impression after skimming through Team Leader's outpouring of desires.
That perverted author had to be a man, no doubt.
...Well, Team Leader's writing did have a bit of that vibe.
Especially the subject matter—honestly, hmm.
If you called it the fantasy of a woman craving the 'best first experience,' that might be the polite way to put it.
Anyway, it was full of explicit, high-heat stuff.
And to top it off, the one she recommended to Neria wasn't about developing feelings for the opposite sex leading to sex—it was the total opposite route in an erotic tale.
A fantasy where she gets forcibly taken by a thug and ends up addicted to sex. So it was only natural for Neria to jump to that conclusion.
"Hmm..."
But that was written by her master's friend, who stayed up late nights excitedly pounding it out.
I debated whether to correct her or let it slide, when my smartphone suddenly flew from Neria's hand.
From the scroll position, she'd already read nearly half.
"How does the tip even fit in the womb? That doesn't make any sense."
And there it was—the exact phrase Neria pointed out.
Something I'd called out to Team Leader about once before.
Right on the screen: a description of an arm-thick cock pounding deep into the womb. I let out a small sigh.
"Lady Neria, in erotic tales and other fiction, you sometimes see expressions like that."
"What? Why? I've never seen anything like it."
"Depending on what you've read, it's natural you might not have. And why use it? Well, because..."
"......"
"...it's hot?"
That had to be the only reason.
But even with that detailed explanation, Neria furrowed her brows.
"It'd just hurt. What's hot about that?"
"Ahaha..."
"So yeah, this proves a guy wrote it. No woman would ever use that."
Sorry, but as a guy myself, I think it'd hurt like hell too.
And from what I could tell, Neria's master thought the same.
But revealing the author was a woman would lead to some seriously awkward follow-up talk.
This time, I decided not to dig into it.
"Anyway, what do you think? Get the gist of what I mentioned earlier?"
"...That sex might start to feel exciting over time?"
"Yes."
"It definitely happened in that tale I just read, but... I don't know."
Then shall we test if it's really true?
With Neria standing right there, a creepy ya-game NPC line circled in my mind, but luckily, I wasn't an NPC—I was a thinking person.
So instead of spouting that crap, I focused on keeping the mood going.
This cozy vibe, while...
"What makes you say that?"
"What... Hmm..."p>
The innocent Neria chatting openly about naughty stuff without a second thought.
"...To start with, I don't get bragging about being good at sex."
"Hm. Isn't it one branch of appeal?"
"I-I'll grant you that much, but falling head over heels like in that story? That's just weird...!"
"It's an erotic tale, after all. A bit exaggerated from reality, sure."
"Even so... Getting raped by threats, then later waiting eagerly for the next time? That's too much..."
While glimpsing one of Team Leader's tastes through the apprentice witch's book report, Neria trailed off and averted her gaze.
That seemed to be her limit for embarrassment.
She kept scrolling the still-open phone screen, and right there was a simple psychological description of the story's character.
After getting fucked daily.
Just a few days without contact from the thug, and she felt relief mixed with anxiety—stuck somewhere in between, masturbating away.
Pretty cheeky description for our virgin-bitch Team Leader.
"L-Look, it's right here. You think that's realistic? The heroine falls hard just because the thug's good in bed?"
"Not impossible. Though the odds are low since their first encounter was the worst."
"Hmph... Low my ass—it's 100% impossible..."
"...Hmm."
"Here, let me give you an example."
Trusting her instincts with her single experience over the virgin girl's wild imagination, Neria—who'd been nothing but negative—drew close to me, still perched on the bed like it was a chair.
Real close. Her face filled my vision.
"Say someone approaches you like this, smirking that they can't pay back the loaned money, so pay with your body. Opposite genders from the novel, right?"
"...Yeah."
Then she plopped right onto my thigh.
A position we'd done plenty. She must've gotten used to sitting like this.
But not leaning back against me like usual, nor side-saddle. Face-to-face.
Objectively, uncomfortably close to see her face.
Subjectively, perfect to ogle Neria in her outing clothes from head to toe.
Or kiss anytime I wanted.
...While my eyes darted everywhere unlike her steady stare, Neria murmured.
"...This must be what it feels like."
"......"
Even clumsily rocking her hips.
Sitting on my crotch, awkwardly grinding up and down.
...Had she seen a video or something?
Now slowly rubbing front to back.
"How's this...? ...N-Not that I'm skilled or anything..."
"......"
"Doing it with me... exciting...?"
With a body too innocent for a thug,
Breathing heavy from lack of exercise.
Asking a question only she didn't know the answer to.
"......Huh."
"......"
You can tell from the dick getting half-hard under you.
Beyond exciting—starting to get me horny.
"Pretty exciting. Does that answer your question, Lady Neria?"
"...Wait, the experiment's flawed. Thinking about it, you got hard right away last time I used you as a chair too..."
"Not right away. You have no idea how hard I held back."
"...Did I?"
Not her usual sloppy tracksuit, but today's pleated skirt barely covering her thighs.
So direct panty contact made it more blatant, but surprisingly, she didn't freak out much.
Last time she was inexperienced. Now she's sorta experienced.
Even if it's just once.
"......"
"......"
...Man, I just wanna go all the way with her right now.
Wondering if it felt uncomfortable, I watched her silently lift her hips a bit while minding my already semi-hard dick, then carefully asked.
"Experiment over? Mind switching roles?"
"Roles...?"
"Yes."
"...That'd make it exactly like the novel. You'd be the thug, and I'd be the one getting railed like a bitch..."
"Easier for you to feel it firsthand too."
"Hmm..."
The answer came quicker than expected.
We didn't strip much.
Just my jacket, really.
It was getting in the way of moving, so I hung it aside.
If it looked too serious, Neria would back out—I could see it.
Approach it like an experiment, but ready to seize any chance.
Prepped and good to go, I headed to the bed where Neria waited.
"......"
And here was someone else fully prepped.
The genius Water Apprentice Witch lay stiff on the bed, tension obvious as hell.
She'd seemed fine moving herself earlier, but now flat on her back, she'd forgotten she even had experience.
"I'll do exactly like you did, Lady Neria. You couldn't pay back the loaned money, so..."
"......P-Pay with your body..."
"Yeah, that."
"...But we don't have to do it exactly the s-same..."
"Really?"
"The point's drifting a bit... It was just about whether good sex gets exciting..."
"Even better for me then. Let me start by taking off your panties—"
"...N-No...! Fine! You do what I did first...!"
"...Got it."
Her black skirt was rumpled and hiked up a bit.
Flat on the bed, you'd get a full panty view.
But I didn't hike it further.
I still had my pants on anyway.
For now, just play-acting. Mess with it and sour the mood? My loss.
So I spread her soft legs a little and lightly overlapped our bodies.
...Just enough to feel the contact.
For a rape role-play by a thug, I was being way too nice and model-student-like.
"Then, time to rape you, Lady Neria."
"........."
Slowly,
heavily, I thrust my hips forward.
Neria still had her panties on,
and so did I, pants and all.
Leaning over her,
Paang, paang, paang.
Gentle sex motions.
Let's try it.
"......Eut..."
"If you want to stop, just say so anytime..."
"I-I know, just do it already... ...A g-good-in-bed thug or whatever... I'll try immersing too..."
"...Yes."
...This'd look kinda funny from the side.
With that thought, now a bit faster.
Faster and heavier than our last time, slamming flesh against flesh.
My relaxed breaths turn ragged.
Neria under me starts leaking short gasps from the repeated impacts.
Not even actually inserting my thick hard-on—just mimicking.
Amid the creaking bed, her voice slips in bit by bit.
This alone...
...gets me plenty excited.
But for Neria,
"...Nng... Fee..."
"......"
Ah,
there's this method.
"......? Nam Dowon, why stop...? I haven't said anything yet..."
"From experience, you'll keep quiet the whole time, so I figured tweak the approach."
"What do you—"
"When you're silent, can I take it as 'still kinda exciting so far'?"
If she hated it, she'd kick her legs before speaking.
No reaction? I'll interpret as I like.
Pressed tight against her.
...With my now fully hard dick layered over her entrance through layers of fabric, I asked.
Neria's lips twitched, then she muttered like to herself.
"...Whatever."