Chapter 61
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 61
Chapter Title: 15. The Roleplay I Want to Try (4)
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For now, I've somehow managed to pull this off up to here.
A situation I was too embarrassed to suggest myself... that steamy, lewd atmosphere.
And not just anyone—a full-fledged witch seducing him like this. Dowon must be totally turned on right now, right?!
Sure, his standards might be sky-high after dealing with Neria and Erzel, but I'm pretty confident in my looks too!
Plus, the fact that I'm the senior pulling the junior—me, getting dominated—scored major points.
I saw it all over the internet. Stories about pounding a pretty but bitchy female boss until she's marinated in semen...!
That must be what guys are into, huh?
My "Forbidden Sex Operation: Defying Erzel's Wishes" might have flopped, but I think I recovered pretty well.
So, with a flicker of anticipation, I snuck a glance at Dowon's lower half...,
Well... honestly, I still can't tell.
Guys show it right away when they get hard, don't they?
And last time, when I squeezed him with my breasts, his thing... well, it was, um, really... huuuge....
...Anyway, it's the kind of size that can't hide anger or anything else.
Yet it looks perfectly fine down there. Meaning he hasn't gotten hard yet.
For some reason, that sparks my competitive side.
"First, the magic... hold on a sec."
...Even though the moment I squeeze him tight with my breasts, he spits out a beastly load of semen.
Even though he marked my clothes with his first male scent.
I shouldn't say mean things like that. Even if they're true.
Anyway, I could definitely get him hard with that, but I don't want to rely on my breasts again.
Scenes are better when they change it up.
Breasts are just garnish at best.
Today's the day for something different.
Decision made, I brushed past Dowon and headed to the office door.
"...Oh, by the way, Dowon. Do you like it when people shout technique names during magic? Or maybe incantations?"
"Doesn't matter to me. I've been watching Neria summon water out of nowhere every day..."
"Pfft. Got it. Well, if I wanna add a little flair..., ...transform?"
Right now, you can see inside through this little window pane, but like this. Yap.
Just reroute the path connected to this window to some empty office after hours.
As I stroked the window with my palm and mumbled nonsense, Dowon—watching me closely—gave a light clap.
Nothing's visibly changed from out there, but he's dedicated to the corporate life.
I should reward him later by letting him creampie me all he wants. Mmm.
"Now no one outside can see us. Even if you go at that onahole like a total perv, no problem."
Door's locked tight too, so no one's breaking in.
And no one'll notice anything weird staring at the window.
Worst case, if disaster strikes, I can borrow the witch next door's brainwashing spell...
"Shall we give it a try now, Dowon?"
"...Understood."
Now it's just me and Dowon having fun.
"Ahh... my shoulders ache..."
Oh, and FYI—this isn't acting.
My shoulders really hurt.
Carrying this weight around all day has my muscles all knotted up tight.
But when it comes to seducing XY-chromosome types, there's no better weapon.
Know what happened the second I stretched?
...Dowon's eyes locked straight onto my chest.
"What're you staring at? You finished everything I asked earlier and now you're just slacking off, right? As expected, you're quite capable."
"...N-no, Team Leader."
"Then you weren't done with your work and were just ogling your Team Leader's tits?"
"......Sorry."
Ehehe. Switching to 'bitchy female boss' mode with furrowed brows—unlike my usual self—Dowon looked a bit flustered.
It's roleplay, after all, so he's embarrassed too, I bet.
Even I feel a twinge writing stuff like this in ero-novels, so I get it.
Dowon, suddenly catering to my tastes, must be even more mortified.
So to help him immerse, maybe I should give him a little gift.
"I'm busy too, so I'll let it slide this time. Be more careful from now on, Nam Dowon."
The top button of my shirt, which had been snug until moments ago—I undid it casually, like it was too stuffy.
...Meant to save it as garnish.
Even as a girl, it's insanely hot...
"And Tangtang-ssi, you handle this..., and Mungmung-ssi, this by afternoon."
Pretending to work hard. Directing like a proper Team Leader.
As I sat and swept my long black hair back, my cleavage and body lines were fully exposed.
Dowon's gaze, fresh off the reprimand, couldn't resist heading right back here.
His stare is burning...
...Maybe that's why this feels way more embarrassing than I expected!
I've pulled all sorts of stunts to seduce Dowon, but with my first time right around the corner, maybe that's it.
I didn't think it'd shame me this much—my heart's pounding so loud it might reach my ears.
Whoa... if I'd rubbed his dick with my breasts right now, he'd have heard everything.
Witch's dignity would've hit rock bottom.
And then, getting treated like a lowly human slut...
"......"
Such delusions were running wild when...
That 'alien sensation' brushed my crotch again.
A finger—not magic, something I can't control myself.
"......Ah,"
Earlier with other staff around, it was just a graze, but now...
We had practice time, remember.
Just like I told him then.
Dowon's thick thumb was tormenting my clit.
"...Hm, ahem..."
Still manageable, though.
If I erased the roleplay from my head, maybe not—but we've practiced plenty.
Besides, collapsing like in porn right from the start would bore Dowon.
Come on, I taught you the strategy. Try knocking me down.
...No, make me fall—please.
About a few minutes pass like that.
"......Ugh..., mmph.... ...Ha...,"
I'd been holding out per the roleplay at first, but before I knew it, I was slumped against the chair, groaning.
...He hasn't even slammed his dick in yet.
Just his fingers, and my brain's already tingling with pleasure.
"Ah..., ugh, not... there......"
Oh, NG. My mistake.
With a coworker right beside you, who blurts out a bitch-in-heat surrender like that?
He might even scold me to stay in character, but luckily, no sound from beyond the partition.
Dowon must be getting off on tormenting my... pussy too.
Glad I was born with a pretty pussy that men like...
"Heh... hak, hng..., ...Ah, ah, ahn......"
Now he's using more than just his thumb.
Not sure exactly where, but somewhere between his long four fingers.
He slots my clit in there and rubs roughly—lewd breaths spill out, flowing along the desk and chair.
Is this him telling me to die of pleasure?
It was bearable at first...
Why do Dowon's fingers feel this good?
Too embarrassed to say it aloud, my virgin hole twitches on its own, then his slick-with-juices fingers rub my clit again.
...So by now,
That onahole he's holding.
Perfect for thrusting his dick in wildly.
Must be drenched in my juices.
"......"
"......"
The roleplay's totally collapsed.
Sorry, imaginary Tangtang-ssi and Mungmung-ssi, born from my one-second imagination.
I like masturbating and all, but didn't know I'd be this weak to lust. Guess my body's even more pathetic than I thought.
Sorry for panting against the chair despite your hints beside me.
......There, apologies done.
So Dowon's dick,
I can enjoy it now... right?
"......Hoo..."
Just then, a sigh from Dowon over there.
Frustrated that this dumb bitch couldn't even stick to the roleplay?
Or turned on by the love-juice-soaked pink onahole?
Sadly, no quick answer.
No 'Eve, you pathetic fucking bitch' rebellion from Dowon.
No frantic belt-unbuckling clinks from unbearable horniness.
Instead, what he's doing could mean two things.
"......?"
He slowly stands, so my head's still full of question marks.
"......Ue? Dowon...?"
Oh?
And he's coming closer to my desk.
Still holding the onahole, but it's such a mess from my juices he's barely pinching it with fingertips.
Like holding trash.
Sorry for being such a premature virgin...
Masturbating solo developed my clit a lot...
...But you're partly responsible for making me this way too...
"......"
"......"
Should I joke that? As I grinned...
Dowon got really close.
Tilting my head, he set the juice-covered onahole on my desk.
Blinking as I puzzled over what that meant, he grabbed my wrist and pulled me up from the chair.
......My pussy-modeled mini onahole rolling on the desk, now joined by a far more realistic 1:1 scale one.
Finally grasping it at the end, all I could utter was this lame sound.
".........Huh?"
I mean, this,
Was way outside my script.