Chapter 47
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 47
Chapter Title: 12. Adults-Only Date (2)
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Meeting each other so often made things feel somewhat comfortable.
Being comfortable led to a bit of fondness.
That emotion, planted like a seed and soaking up time, spread into fluttering excitement.
Eventually culminating in naughty deeds metaphorically compared to the chirping of morning birds.
In the novels I read, relationships between men and women usually followed this pattern.
Not just in so-called romance genres, but even in unexpected places.
Of course, right before sex, this is only natural.
Because they get excited for each other. In vulgar terms, breeding desire kicks in, leading to such filthy acts.
I remember it clearly from sex ed classes, repeated until my ears blistered.
...In other words, mana charging—a fairly similar act—would feel so much better if it followed this formula.
My brilliant mind had produced a deduction that was utterly logical, no matter how I reviewed it.
"...Mm..., ......Ngh..."
The erotic story I'd just read was one thing.
Nam Dowon's assertion looming over me like a shadow was another.
...But the order was completely reversed.
The pleasure of sex bringing on excitement was far more common than I'd thought.
Honestly.
It was a bit disorienting to accept.
"......Ah, cla...ss..."
Not that I doubted Nam Dowon.
He had way more experience with this stuff than I did.
When it came to naughty things, he was probably right most of the time.
I knew full well that for maximum efficiency, it was best to set my ego aside and leave everything to him.
It's just that I'd always avoided sex from the start.
So it was hard to wrap my head around.
...Not excitement first, followed by pleasurable sex.
But pleasurable sex forcing excitement upon me.
Setting aside the shamelessness of it all.
Was that even possible...?
I couldn't help but doubt it.
"Hoo."
"......Mmph, ...Ngh."
Under Nam Dowon's shadow, clad in his necktie and shirt.
I lay there with my legs awkwardly spread as he thrust his hips against me again and again.
One layer of panties for me. Two layers for him—panties and pants.
With three barriers in place, it was nowhere near actual sex, but the form was similar enough.
His breath occasionally spilling over me as he loomed above.
His arms flexing to support his body over mine.
The creaking, creaking noise reaching my ears.
And finally, that rigid foreign sensation pressing through even those three layers.
Short of actual penetration, it was remarkably similar.
...After about three minutes of this, the first change appeared.
"Hic......"
Embarrassing.
No one was watching. And this was just mimicry.
Yet the mere fact of Nam Dowon's hips slapping against mine—paang, paang—was deeply mortifying.
Especially now, with him pressing down so hard and firm. It was as good as declaring he meant to shove his cock in for real...
Nam Dowon, you're unnecessarily long and thick..., ...burying it all the way to the root would be a real ordeal.
Daring to ruin a witch lady's pussy...?
A pathetic human like you, daring to...?
"......"
This shameful first change naturally led to another expected one.
Sticky wetness began seeping between my thighs, where they collided hotly with Nam Dowon's.
...Clear love juices. The stuff demeaned as "bitch nectar" in that erotic story I'd just read, now soaking my panties like spreading ink.
The wet fabric clung slickly to my skin—I couldn't miss it as the person involved.
Over half was already drenched, plastered to my mound.
Thankfully, my skirt—still on—hid some of it from view, and with Nam Dowon still in his pants, he hadn't noticed the slickness below.
So I kept quiet, pretending nothing was amiss, and tried to immerse myself a bit more in this role-play.
"Ngh..., Ngh......"
This pervert civil servant's claim was that even a target with zero excitement could be resolved through pleasurable sex alone.
The one pinning me down now was some punk junior who picked fights at every turn.
Trash.
Scum.
Filth.
Sea anemone.
A man I could slap every loathsome word that came to mind onto.
If this were really him doing this to me, I'd probably grit my teeth in fury and shove his shoulder away with one foot.
Like this.
"...What are you doing all of a sudden, Neria-nim?"
"Im...mersion..."
"...Ah. Understood."
In retaliation, Nam Dowon—the punk—gripped my thighs with full force, pressing them down.
I could squirm in resistance, but no more kicking him off.
Swallowing the odd sensation of being thoroughly subdued, I played along once more.
...My knee pressed up to my breasts felt weird.
Then he lowered himself fully atop me, pinning my legs with his shoulders. Even weirder.
Like, literally,
A sex toy for adults.
"......, ...Ngh."
Pounding down into my pussy like that.
My heart raced annoyingly, and even my untouched nipples quietly hardened.
...Should've taken off my bra if I knew it'd be like this.
My mistake.
"...No. Actually, this might be better for now."
"Eh, wait..."
The bra was chafing, irritating.
While I fixated on that trivial thought, Nam Dowon released the pin and rolled me onto my stomach with his hands.
He'd always hesitated to even touch me before, but now his movements were surprisingly rough—fully immersed, it seemed.
Once I was completely flipped over at his direction, I understood what he wanted.
Doggy style. In crude terms, ...doggy, I guess.
I knew this much, so I gulped noisily, swallowing saliva.
Unlike missionary, where I could see everything he did, now all in view was the pillow and bed I'd just lain on.
It was exactly like dogs mating, too.
Bluntly speaking.
I felt like I could die of shame.
"You should lower your upper body more. Even lower."
"L-Like...this...?"
"Yes. Just like that."
"......"
Once I was fully turned, Nam Dowon pressed down on my upper back with his hand, telling me to lower it further.
My hips ended up high while my upper body sagged low in a ridiculous pose.
Like a kids' cartoon character in utter despair.
...Strictly speaking, him bossing me around was presumptuous from the start, but this was his expertise in naughty stuff.
So I followed without complaint.
"Neria-nim."
"Y-Yeah?"
Not exactly pleasant feelings, and I'd been muffling my heartbeat, so his voice—now farther away as he caught his breath—sounded different.
"...When did you get this wet?"
"......"
Thought there'd be zero excitement, but you're fucking soaked.
Greedy bitch in heat—
Through the lens of a novel thug, roughly that sentiment.
"I-It gets wet when you keep rubbing against it, obviously...! Doesn't mean I'm excited or anything, just from the friction..."
"...I see."
"You get hard right away if I touch your dick, right? Same thing."
Did that land a hit?
Perfect explanation, even on review—no nitpicks came from behind.
...Actually, Nam Dowon seemed to accept it cleanly from the start.
Anyway.
"Then how about we just do the mana charge like this?"
Pride was short-lived.
This proposal came right back at me.
"It's exactly what we were discussing: whether good sex can create excitement."
"......"
"Better than forcing it when you're too lazy. Feels naughtier now anyway."
His argument made sense.
No real counter came to mind.
"...Fine."
"What about your clothes...?"
"You're creaming inside everything anyway, so who cares?"
"......"
"Wrinkles? Whatever, I hardly leave the house."
A strangely familiar response as I hiked my skirt slightly.
Pointless for a skirt, but it conveyed permission more clearly.
"......"
"Pardon me."
A soft reply, then my uncomfortably damp panties slid lightly down my thighs.
Lifting each knee alternately off the bed finished it.
...Shivering as cool air hit, my balled-up panties rolled to the pillow's side. Nam Dowon must've tossed them there.
Daring to handle a witch's underwear so casually.
I wanted to curse him with icy water trickling down his neck whenever sleepy today as punishment...
"Hoo..."
His sigh, followed by metallic sounds of a zipper a few times.
Then his surely grotesquely erect cock touched between my thighs.
"......Hic,"
...Obscenely sticky wet sounds.
And now.
Round two.
A light climax from the still-alien sensation.
Mind blanking out trivialities.
Fucked for mana.
"Ngh..., ext......reme..."
Slowly.
Like last time, movements considerate only of me.
Never slamming root-deep, gentlemanly.
Gently.
Once.
Twice.
Glans scraping deep along my inner walls.
"Neria-nim clearly likes it when it's stimulated this strongly around here..."
".........Hah♡?!"
That chilling pleasure hitting again was surely thanks to it.
"...Glad you like it."
"......, ......"
"Shall I keep going, Neria-nim?"
"......"
Not 'excitement',
But something else.
"......Yeah."
...I don't know.