Chapter 77
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 77
Chapter Title: 20. I Absolutely Do Not Have That Kind of Taste
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With that, the embarrassing observation session finally wrapped up.
"I knew it. The ones who pretend they aren't into it are the real perverts, right?"
"But if we're going by that logic, then the old Neria would be included too..."
"Shut up!"
To air out the steamy, musky atmosphere, we took a quick cleanup that included showers.
Once we were all gathered in the warm living room—the three of us—Neria drew everyone's attention with a sharp "Gal!"
...Ah, that robe she's wearing now? It's the one I borrowed from her last time.
I'd suspected it back then, but it really suits her, the owner, perfectly.
Now it fits just right size-wise. And her pretty face helps, too.
In stark contrast, one person hadn't changed her outfit at all.
Dorothy, sitting ramrod straight, raised one hand.
"Are you implying that I'm the pervert?"
"Yep! You act all high and mighty, calling it gross and whatnot, but turns out you like getting fucked like a dog. Heh heh heh."
"No, that's not it. That kind of baseless speculation is a bit unpleasant."
"Huh? It's not baseless. I saw your face turn red earlier."
"Just because your face flushes a little doesn't mean you jump to conclusions. Isn't that something only beginners do?"
"But that was the first time, right? Your cheeks all flushed. And you said your heart was pounding a bit?"
"...I won't deny that part..."
Here's the thing.
It's a secret from Neria, but honestly, I'm leaning toward the speculation side.
If I had to put numbers to it, maybe 80% speculation.
20% truth, like Neria claims.
If Dorothy's tastes really ran that way, she'd have found her path and accepted it, embarrassment be damned.
She even said she was meeting me as a last-ditch straw.
But since she's still denying it so hard, it's probably just an unconscious reaction she doesn't even realize.
I quietly buttoned my shirt and cautiously glanced at Dorothy's profile.
As expected, she was back to her usual pale, expressionless self.
"Anyone's face would flush at an embarrassing sight. Hasn't that happened to you, Neria?"
"Nope? Never at all?"
"Hmm. Shall we talk about you from about an hour ago, then?"
"...An hour ago?"
"Yes. When you were fondling Nam Dowon's fully erect cock and your face turned red..."
"N-No proof...!"
"Ah, it's flushing a bit right now, too. Neria."
"...It's from anger, okay?! Anger!"
"Is that so? Anger isn't good for the body, they say."
"I know that!"
Normally after sex, she goes all limp like a drowsy cat, but with a friend watching, she's recovering awfully fast.
I gave an awkward smile toward the energetic Neria and racked my brain alone while the two of them bantered.
Listing out what we'd tried so far, it went something like this.
Neria's cowgirl position.
→ No particular reaction.
My kiss with Neria.
→ Slight response.
Doggy style.
→ Definitely redder in the face than during the kiss.
So, we should invest in the things that got a reaction, right?
But asking Dorothy first, "Could you get on the bed face-down and stick your ass up like a bitch in heat begging to mate?"—that's some bullshit difficulty level.
What kind of response would I get?
Not just words—probably a gaze full of utter disgust.
Like, "Stop harassing me."
That's why it's so damn hard.
It's like playing a puzzle game and getting a brand-new aggravating puzzle instead of a hint.
"Anyway, sorry to disappoint you, Neria, and you too, Nam Dowon. I was hoping it'd resolve in one go this time. But I didn't gain anything useful."
"What do you mean nothing? You're surprisingly into being treated like an onahole by a guy and fucked, right? For sure?"
"...An onahole. I tried imagining it out of courtesy, but what a nightmare. Doesn't that mean I'd end up like Neria just now?"
"Huh...? Calling it 'like Neria' is pissing me off for some reason...?"
"People's tastes vary, but this doesn't seem to be mine. No sexual attraction. No interest at all..."
"Hmm..."
"At best, the flushed face and racing heart were just from seeing something embarrassing."
Back to square one, huh.
As I mulled that over sadly, Neria smirked from her uncomfortable slouched position on her waist.
"Still, you said you were intrigued by how good I looked enjoying it earlier?"
"...That's true. It really felt like she was lost in pleasure. Even for someone inexperienced like me, that was intriguing."
"Sex really does feel amazing in practice."
"It looked that way. I just saw it right in front of me. ...It's just gross and weird to me."
"Don't knock it too hard—why not try acting it out as a test?"
"Acting?"
"Yeah. Pretend to have sex with Nam Dowon... Ah, 'pretend' might be better."
"......"
...Who would've thought Neria would tell Dorothy to "get on the bed face-down, you bitch" for me.
I hadn't even hoped for it.
"There's a bed in the other room. Or we could just do it simply on the sofa here."
"......"
"Better to try something than nothing, right? I'm betting 80 million credit points that you're a pervert. Game money."
"......"
Our eyes met Dorothy's for a moment.
For me, it's physiologically exciting as hell, but for her, the exact opposite. Physiologically impossible.
Fortunately, instead of showing outright disgust, she replied like this.
"Is this okay with you, Nam Dowon?"
"I'm fine with it. Don't worry about me."
"I'll try my best to endure, but I might unconsciously react in a way that hurts you."
"I've already braced for that. As long as it's not major magic damage or anything..."
"...I see. The Rehabilitation Support Department isn't your average job."
Unlike Neria, she's a grown woman in many ways.
After getting my permission, Dorothy locked eyes with Neria again.
"But if I accidentally gag or something, it'll be a huge bother. You okay with that, Neria?"
"I'm a 'Water Witch,' you know? If you really go 'urgh,' I'll send you flying straight to the bathroom on a wave."
"...Reliable. It'd be nice if there was a spell to dry clothes thoroughly too. ...Anyway, should I leave the door open?"
With that answer, Dorothy rose gracefully from the sofa.
She even tiptoed to the bathroom door and left it open.
...Does that mean she's really going to do it?
Dorothy quietly approached me as I hesitated.
Her usual sense of distance was still there.
But her voice came through clearly.
"Should I just grip this sofa and get on all fours here?"
So,
there's no way I misheard.
"...Anywhere you're comfortable, Dorothy. Whatever works for you."
"It's just pretend anyway. I'll mimic it roughly."
Dorothy glanced around, then knelt on the sofa.
She gripped the backrest for support and looked back at me, as if asking if this was good.
But the answer came from a certain idiot instead of me.
"Lift your ass higher. More. More."
"...Isn't this enough? Do I really need to go higher?"
"You gotta match his waist height and angle! Ugh, can't rely on you...!"
"Angle...? But it's just pretend anyway."
"Even pretend needs details for the vibe. Just hold that."
"Wait..."
Finally losing patience, Neria came over and adjusted Dorothy's posture.
Honestly, she can't even do it right in real action herself—why be so picky with others? I thought.
...But I'm the one who benefits most from letting it slide.
So I shut up and watched. Thanks to that, it ended up looking pretty convincing.
"Is this right...? Nam Dowon?"
"...Yeah, that's it."
"...Then no helping it."
Since we're both clothed, we can't do the real thing.
But at least thrusting hard enough to make slapping sounds is doable.
My eyes locked on Dorothy's straight back, rising over her skirt.
And she's a witch with an amazing figure, to boot.
Just looking at her from behind has my balls boiling.
"By the way, shouldn't you grab my waist? Or my hips?"
"...Should I try not to touch as much as possible?"
"No. Just grab moderately for this chance. Tell me if you can't handle it."
"......"
"Please try to keep it over the clothes as much as possible."
"...Got it."
I gripped her hips just like that, and my pants were already getting tight.
"...You okay, Dorothy?"
"......Don't make me talk. Goosebumps already—I'm shivering."
"Then maybe just..."
"So just hurry up and get it over with."
"......"
"Like Neria said, better to try it."
"......"
Even from above, her crotch was obviously bulging and lumpy.
...An idol trainee's.
Pressed against Dorothy's soft, squishy ass.
Squeeze.
"......"
"...I'll keep going."
This time with a bit more force.
Against Dorothy's pussy, head bowed silently.
Slap, slap, slap.
I grabbed her rigid hips and pounded away.
Can't drag it out too long or real problems might arise...
Just mix in a little desire, for about 15 seconds.
Very short.
Short and rough.
Pressing down.
Making her skirt sway with the motion.
"S-Stop there. That's enough now..."
"......?"
But the naughty deed with Dorothy didn't even last 10 seconds.
A few slap-slap sounds in, she broke posture to show her refusal and pushed my chest away with her hand.
"What? Already done?"
"...No choice. Must be tough even for you, Dorothy."
"Ugh. No fun."
"We'll work up to it..."
"I'm offering to lend my battery willingly, and it still takes this much effort."
She's the one who said grabbing her wrist feels like a fat, plump earthworm.
I figured she'd hate it, but pushing me away directly like this?
...Too overt a pretend-act after all?
Maybe I should've gone slower, more gently, to match Dorothy's level.
I was regretting it inwardly.
"Ngh..."
"......"
"......"
As Neria and I chatted, Dorothy's hips twitched hard once.
"......"
"......Pfft."
Over her heaving breasts as she panted raggedly.
Her face flushed red even to her ears, hidden behind her arm.