Chapter 62
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 62
Chapter Title: 16. The Thing I Want to Try
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After setting down the onahole that felt so incredibly real, I grabbed her wrist—one even more vivid and alive.
A wrist so slender compared to a man's that it might snap if I gripped it with all my strength.
But one that could easily sever the neck of a nobody like me.
Team Leader's wrist.
I yanked her up from her chair and shoved her toward the desk.
"………Huh?"
Having skipped the foreplay and jumped straight into this, she naturally wore a baffled expression.
Why the sudden change after all that teasing just now? If I borrowed her tone, that'd probably be it.
Explaining the reasons one by one would take too long and be obvious.
To sum it up as plainly and briefly as possible.
"Do, Dowon... Suddenly doing something like this..."
Tormenting her with a wireless onahole was one thing.
But fucking the real Team Leader right in front of me...
...seemed like it'd feel way better. At least to me.
That was why.
"I saw something like this in that erotic novel you wrote last time... The setting was a restaurant bathroom, I think."
"……Ah, that one..."
"The male lead was railing you into a total mess while you were pissed off at him."
"……."
"...Thought I might try that."
Of course, I had no intention of spilling my true feelings.
Team Leader might be into this scenario, but it was just a hunch—nothing confirmed.
No need to gamble here.
I'd come up with a plausible excuse while fiddling with the onahole earlier, and I laid it out for her just like that.
Plus, with this, even if I went a bit off-script, it'd be easy to cover.
...Just act like I was playing to her pervert tastes, and done.
Sure enough, beneath cheeks flushed pink, she curved her lips in an ambiguous smile.
Before some weird words could slip from those lips, I struck first.
"You said no one outside can see in here, right?"
"Ah……."
"No, you said they can't see. Eve Lycaon."
I shoved aside the keyboard on the desk.
Her laptop, used for other purposes. The stacks of papers getting in the way. All of it.
I cleared them roughly to the side and laid Team Leader down in the fresh space.
...Her only resistance was pushing weakly at my chest with one hand.
Or kicking her legs a bit, embarrassed by the position.
That was it.
She was still treating this as an extension of the role-play, it seemed.
"Watch your feet. Nearly got stabbed by your heel."
I caught the heel that had been dangling loosely from her toes just moments ago.
A sleek, glossy black one, impeccably maintained.
I meant to set it down neatly...
But it felt wrong for the vibe, so I chucked it roughly under the desk.
The rolling sound suggested it ended up a mess.
Didn't matter.
The male lead from that novel would've done exactly this.
Team Leader would love it.
"……."
...Spot on.
Her gulping nervously all by herself? A solid 200/100 perfect score.
Next, I slid my hand up her pale, smooth thigh.
"You've been wearing me out day after day, nearly killing me... but thanks to you, I'm wide awake now."
"Ahh, ah……."
"...A slutty Team Leader like you, body so fucking horny..."
Something like that, I figured. Close enough?
Recalling the hazy lines, I groped her thigh, and her face—already pink—turned beet red.
…I wasn't totally sure, but damn, those must've been the actual lines.
Last time too, reciting novel dialogue right in front of her always got this reaction.
She swallowed her visible embarrassment with relish as I hiked up her skirt.
"...Whew."
This short whistle was straight from the novel too.
Looking down, her panties—already soaked with juices—hit my eyes immediately.
If she'd still been under that wireless onahole spell like before, she couldn't be this wet.
Just how long had she dropped the spell and waited...?
I gathered her thighs and gently peeled off her panties.
"D-Don't... I don't want to..."
"Look with your own eyes. Dripping like a whore, and that comes out of your mouth?"
"Ngh.... Give me back my panties...!"
"Ah, fuck..."
Now, to immerse Team Leader fully in the role-play.
I grabbed her clumsily flailing wrist—weak resistance for show—
let out a sigh, and muttered.
"Something to tie you with..., ......Ah."
"……. …."
My ad-lib.
But seeing her hiccup with delight? Pretty damn successful.
"Stay put like that. Unless you want worse."
"……."
"Good. Nice and quiet..."
"...Sh, sh-shouldn't we at least shower..."
"It's fine. No need."
If I'd really needed to bind her wrists, I'd have picked something else, but this was just a prop for atmosphere.
So when I looped my civil servant ID around both wrists, she squirmed and resisted a bit before giving up.
In that state, her only request was a shower.
But witches didn't need that crap—I knew it well.
Neria's scent just got lewder the more she sweated.
In the end.
"……."
"……."
The moment I tugged down my pants and underwear, my rock-hard cock sprang out.
Not satisfied with the drooling juices, it got thoroughly slick under Team Leader's affectionate gaze.
I pressed it firmly into her virgin-tight slit.
"...So fucking tight. For real."
"……Hii……ngh, …gh……."
Something gummy blocked me as I tried to push past her writhing walls.
Luckily, pressing harder crushed it away, letting me slide in and out freely soon after.
A few rough thrusts into her pussy later, cute moans started spilling out nonstop.
After devouring all those guys in her act, these moans were adorably pathetic.
But it was still so goddamn tight it was a struggle to move freely.
Better than with Neria, at least, but like this? No way I'd last.
After tormenting her depths a bit more, I pulled out completely and said,
"Turn over."
"...You mean face-down on the desk...?"
"Yeah."
"……."
Trial and error would find the best angle eventually.
Right away, she hesitantly slid off the desk and draped herself over the spot she'd just been lying in.
A few papers I'd shoved aside got caught up and fluttered to the floor.
...This obedient compliance felt kinda off-script for role-play.
Whatever. Her ass peeking from under the hiked skirt was filthy hot.
Hand on her slim waist, I slammed my cock as deep as possible.
"Agh..., ngh, nooo……♡…."
Her walls pulsed and clenched like a heartbeat—no way she hated it.
For the fully immersed Team Leader, I snapped my hips, making her waist quiver under my grip.
Felt like I'd accidentally hit a weak spot.
A few more presses, and her pussy clenched desperately—already at her limit.
...I'd been hard forever too.
Limit reached.
"What a fucking legendary pussy..."
"……. …."
The curse—or praise—slipped out unconsciously.
Whether it pleased her, Team Leader steadied herself and started wiggling her hips back ever so slightly.
A tiny piston, barely a finger's width, as her gift.
But that was NG for role-play too.
Her saying she didn't want it moments ago, then turning bitch-in-heat after a few thrusts? In reality, maybe—but it'd shatter plausibility in a novel.
Team Leader seemed to catch on, stopping after five or six wiggles.
Then, whispering,
"...If you cum inside, I'll get pregnant..."
"……."
"T-Today's dangerous...……."
Despite needing to take a wombful of cum.
...She tossed out a joke only a witch could pull—normal women couldn't.
"...You think I'd definitely knock you up if I came right now?"
"Of course... That beastly-smelling semen of yours would absolutely...……."
"...Hoo."
"No... Don't cum inside, absolutely not...……."
"……."
"……Ah, I-I'm cumming... Cumming...♡"
Slam, thud, slam.
I pounded her ass against my pelvis.
...Seizing the gap as her pale thighs trembled.
Again.
Pulled back just a nail's breadth.
Forced it root-deep.
Just like you wanted.
Letting the semen bubbling in my balls.
Spurt out plenty.
To fill her womb without a drop spilling.
"……Ngh…?"
Changed my mind.
Pulled out right before cumming instead.
"……Huh…? Eh……?"
Semen that'd look like mana to a witch splattered stickily toward her clothes.
Far from over in one go—multiple bursts.
Splurt, splurt, coating her shirt.
Her hiked-up skirt got dirtied and clumped gooily.
...Even though with a witch, pregnancy was bullshit—I could've creampied freely.
On purpose.
"Didn't you say not to cum inside?"
"……."
"...If you'd begged me to impregnate you, I might've just done it."
"……Ah~"
The price of trying to tame a witch was this.
"So, you'll grant my request to head to my place right now?"
"...Overtime, isn't it?"
"What're you saying? It's not mana recharge—it's pregnancy sex with you I'm after?"
"……."