Chapter 71
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 71
Chapter Title: 18. Dorothy Kihased (3)
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"That's a funny joke. You'd only understand if you developed a taste for bestiality."
The café latte we'd ordered arrived at the table just in time, so Dorothy's response came a beat late.
Rather than dismissing me as arrogant for a mere human, she gave an answer that seemed genuinely intrigued.
Still, the fact that her expression barely changed at all was the main thing ramping up her difficulty level.
Neria, for instance, wore her joy or her pouts plain as day on her face.
To handle Dorothy well, you'd probably need telepathy as a basic skill.
"A direct translation would be something like, 'A virgin like me wouldn't get it even if you explained, so buzz off.' Is that about right?"
"It wasn't meant to be that snide... but it's not entirely wrong."
"It's true I have no experience, but I've had sex ed. Does that mean nothing?"
"Probably not. They're completely different things."
Sex ed was about baby-making or mana recharging—not about the joys of a fun sex life.
So my answer was firm.
...Not to mention, I secretly hoped she'd conclude Well, no helping it and dip her toe into sexual activities.
"Then there's no helping it. We've said what we needed to, so once we finish this coffee, we should part ways. It'd be best for both of us."
"......"
"You've been a great help, Nam Dowon. Need cab fare?"
Unfortunately, Dorothy's response was just as firm.
She'd rather sip her latte than do something gross like beastly coupling with me.
Not a shred of lingering attachment showed on her face, so in the end, I had to bend a little.
That's how man-woman relations go, right?
Man or woman, the one more turned on loses.
"...Lady Dorothy. Any chance at all you'd grit your teeth and try ignoring the nausea?"
"Not zero. Recharging mana is my top priority, after all. I do have a line in the sand."
"Then how about the simplest method? The one where you grit your teeth and..."
"Have you forgotten everything we've discussed? I'd rather not get any closer to you than necessary, Nam Dowon. This distance is ideal—no stomach churning."
Dorothy finished her answer and gave a quick lick to the coffee on her lips.
"...What about a position where we don't even see each other's faces...?"
"Don't see faces...? You mean mate like stray dogs? I get where the idea comes from, but..."
"......"
"Hm. That'd probably still turn my stomach. Just lying face-down wouldn't make lizard sex okay for you either, right?"
In the end, it boiled down to the bestiality metaphor again.
And sadly, her analogy was so spot-on, I had no choice but to concede.
"Haa... Is there really no way...?"
"I'd like one too."
"Hm..."
By now, about 70% of the coffee remained.
As the table fell quiet and I finally noticed the café's faint background music, an idea suddenly hit me.
"Lady Dorothy. What if I was completely out of sight? Would that be okay?"
Yeah. That's it.
The wireless onahole half-finished with Team Leader Eve!
I'd made it originally to hide from Lady Erzel, but after learning it wasn't a lie, I'd ended up punishing the team leader's pussy directly.
"You mean completely invisible?"
"Exactly. If I never show my face and just recharge your mana, it might not bother you so much."
Shift the situation from sex with an ugly guy to Dorothy pleasuring herself solo.
That should drastically cut down on the instinctive disgust she'd been pointing out.
To my brilliant idea, Dorothy replied indifferently.
"Hiding with illusion magic, I assume. Not a very compelling solution. If it were that easy, I'd have picked any male prostitute from the start."
...Yeah, when you put it like that.
Dorothy could easily make herself invisible too—no need for the team leader's wireless onahole.
Though the difference is physical absence versus optical illusion...
Not sure that matters much.
So as I groaned in thought, she took another sip.
With 50% left, Dorothy lazily swirled her straw.
"Nam Dowon. Come closer to my side for a moment."
And commanded.
With those wine-red eyes of hers leisurely flicking between her front and me.
"You mean me?"
"Who else? I've been alone with you for the past half hour."
"S-Sorry. I didn't expect you to ask me to come closer."
"I've masked our appearances with magic, so just come on over."
"......"
Didn't you just say you'd puke if I got close?
What wind blew in to make her demand this now?
Questions swirled, but a witch's order was a witch's order.
I stood from my seat and positioned myself right beside Dorothy.
Like a bodyguard might. Then Dorothy gracefully rose from her chair too.
"Hoo. My stomach's already churning pretty bad. At least there's no foul stench—that earns you a compliment sticker."
"......"
"No need to stand so rigid. 'At ease' in the military, right? Anyway, relax. I just wanted to test something."
Test, huh.
From the situation, she was probably gauging just how repulsive I felt up close.
She scanned me up and down, then—as if confirming it—stepped even closer.
...Now I could easily grab her breasts hard if I stretched out my hand.
"......"
"......"
Click. Click.
Dorothy's heels clicked across the spotless café floor.
With me at the center.
Like the moon orbiting, she slowly circled me.
Yet the other patrons didn't spare us a glance.
Chatting and smiling with each other. Tapping away at laptops.
...Thanks to Dorothy's illusion magic.
In their eyes, we were probably still sipping coffee at the table.
Even if Dorothy walked slowly like this.
Or if I lost my mind and shoved her onto the table for a tongue-lashing fuck.
Perfect privacy.
Indefinitely.
"Bad news. Even standing behind you so your face is out of sight, it's the same. The disgust won't quit... Hm. Shall we try more? Might as well develop a bestiality hobby."
"...Sorry."
"No need to apologize. You're here to help me, right? Normally you'd gripe, What's with this picky bitch? And I'd get that."
"......"
Call her a bitch to her face and she'd probably trap me in the grossest illusion imaginable until my sanity shattered.
I swallowed my honest thoughts.
"Just kidding. Kidding. It reminded me of this guy on the street who asked for my number, muttered that, and bolted."
"Can't be helped with your looks, Lady Dorothy. Flies are bound to stick."
"Come to think of it, your reactions are blander than expected. Your standards must be sky-high—not as high as mine, but still."
"Ah, well, with all the witches around me..."
"Oh?"
Neria, Lady Erzel, Team Leader Eve. Even Lyn in passing.
Living among women like that naturally raised the bar.
I laid it out honestly this time, and Dorothy—who'd finished half a circuit around me—reappeared at my side.
Then one line.
"Mind if I borrow your hand a sec?"
With permission granted, she gently tugged my right wrist.
...She pinched the sleeve between thumb and forefinger like handling filth.
"This what you meant? Invisible person might work okay?"
Even so, her eyes were squeezed shut.
Whether transparent or absent, the context's the same—so she substituted like that.
"Exactly."
"And vague assurances it'd be fine wouldn't convince you... Let's give it a shot."
With that, Dorothy gripped my wrist more tenderly.
Using both hands now, not just the sleeve.
One second, two, three.
A very brief time passed, bringing one change.
Her hand—steady at first—began trembling sweetly.
"...Not easy. To put it mildly, it's like clutching a fat, juicy earthworm."
"Gorilla to earthworm now...?"
"Appreciate the softening. Anyway, looks like your idea's a bust."
She was right.
Knowing it's me overrides any instinctive revulsion.
To break that...
Urgh...
"...Lady Dorothy. How about this instead?"
"Let's hear it."
"You seemed somewhat interested in sex earlier. Right so far?"
"Yes. Pure curiosity why that violent act feels good. Just no appealing men."
"Then maybe stimulate that interest to lower your bar...?"
"Lower my bar...? Stimulate interest...? What exactly?"
Dorothy released my wrist and briskly wiped her hands on her clothes.
I glanced away from her gaze and asked.
"...Like a horny noble lady spending a beastly night with a stinking vagrant...?"
"Ah, got it. So, get me so worked up I resort to bestiality."
"Ri...ght."
"Not a bad example, surprisingly. What's the plan? Any blueprint?"
"......"
Roughly.
I had a rough one, yeah.
But executing it needed more than Dorothy's okay.
Because...
"...Dorothy wants to watch from the side?"
"......Y-Yes. Lady Neria."
"So, you and me recharging mana?"
"......"
"......Why?"