Chapter 78
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 78
Chapter Title: 20. I Absolutely Do Not Have That Kind of Taste (2)
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Who would've thought my friend had a hobby of banging gorillas like some kind of bestiality freak.
Neria's grinning face as she openly teased Dorothy didn't last long.
Dorothy, now seemingly calmed down and seated properly, let out several awkward coughs.
"...Doing something like this myself, it's so embarrassing I want to crawl into a hole. Neria, you've earned my respect all over again for showing me your mana recharge process for my sake."
She claimed her earlier outburst was just from the shame of acting it out in front of a guy.
And she even tacked on a pretty reasonable excuse to boot.
"Right. From now on, call me Neria unnie... So, how was it? You were bucking your hips like crazy—must've felt pretty damn good, huh?"
"Don't say ridiculous things. It didn't feel good at all."
"Then why'd you collapse on the sofa, twitching and shaking your hips?"
"When I actually did it, the embarrassment hit its peak. My face turning red was part of the same thing."
"Really?"
"Why would I lie about something like this? It was just pure mortification suffocating me."
"Hmm..."
"Besides, if I'd actually felt any lust, wouldn't I have just admitted it cleanly and gone off to recharge my mana with Mr. Nam Dowon?"
"Well, that's true..."
To be honest, even I was starting to get confused.
I'd thought it was just Neria jumping to conclusions at first, but judging purely by that reaction just now, it was understandable to second-guess.
All I'd done was grab her hips like high school girls messing around and pretend to thrust away.
Yet she reacted that intensely.
Isn't it a bit off to chalk it up solely to embarrassment...?
But if she really had felt arousal, then like Dorothy said, shouldn't she be booking a mana recharge session right about now...?
"Mr. Nam Dowon, you say something too. From your experienced perspective, did my reaction really look like arousal?"
As I pondered quietly to myself, my eyes met Dorothy's. She was sitting ramrod straight.
And they locked for a good while.
Neither of us looked away first—we held it for nearly five seconds.
...Those wine-red eyes always seemed so emotionless before, but right now, they felt laced with some indescribable dampness.
Still, I dismissed it as my imagination and averted my gaze first.
"I'm not sure. Sorry."
"She wouldn't know. Even if she did, she'd play dumb, right? How could she mouth off carelessly when you're the one involved?"
Who could straight-talk a witch anyway?
Neria, surprisingly logical for once, straightened her bathrobe and stood up.
She headed straight for the seat next to Dorothy.
Soon after, a soft thud echoed comfortably.
"This won't do. I'm confused too, so let's just settle it like this."
At the same time, Neria crossed her legs and muttered toward Dorothy.
"Hike up your skirt."
"......"
"......"
"I said hike up your skirt. Let me check if you're wet."
Fair enough.
To verify if she'd felt it or not, there really wasn't another way.
"Nam Dowon, you turn around and face away. Then she can't make excuses about you."
"...Got it."
...But why was Neria being so cooperative about my business?
Was it because she'd shown so much embarrassing stuff in front of Dorothy earlier?
So now she wanted to drag her friend into the same boat?
As I turned around, speculating on Neria's mindset, a sudden clatter of tangled limbs erupted behind me.
"Neria, wait...! Neria unnie...!"
"I'm just checking!"
"I-I'll lift it and show you myself, so don't shove your hand in there..."
"What if it doesn't show on the outside? It's pitch-black pantyhose, too."
"Wait, just a sec...!"
"That won't dry it up. Hurry and spread 'em."
"That's... ...Hngh?! What if you actually touch—"
"...Huh?"
The shut-in gamer witch versus the idol trainee witch.
Surprisingly, Neria was winning.
But Neria let out a slightly ominous reaction, then announced the verdict.
"...Y-Yeah, you're soaked. See? My fingertips are wet right here."
"...Pardon? No way..."
"Here."
"......That's just what you made with magic right now, isn't it, Neria? Haah... I don't appreciate jokes that cross the line either..."
"Mm. Fine, scratch that. ...But seriously, why isn't there even a drop?"
"I told you over and over. It was just extreme embarrassment—didn't I say that several times?"
"Weird..."
"Please take your hand out and let my skirt down. How long do you plan to invade my thighs...?"
"Okay, okay."
Dorothy's panties were bone-dry even after direct inspection.
Having heard the deflating result, I waited for the sounds of them separating before creakily turning back around.
"Nam Dowon. She's seriously not wet at all."
"I heard everything. No helping it."
"But isn't it super weird? Her reaction earlier—she was panting like she was about to cum. Yet zero traces of wetness."
"......"
I had no clue.
Think one way, and contradictions pile up.
Think the other, and new ones appear. My head felt ready to explode.
A smart person might spot something off...
Unfortunately, I'm not the sharpest tool in the shed.
In the end, I gave the answer that sided with Dorothy.
"She's got zero experience, right? For someone like that to put on a sex show in front of you, Neria..."
"It was really just that humiliating?"
"Can't think of anything else."
"Hmmm."
Seemingly drawing a blank herself, Neria nodded lackadaisically.
She stifled a yawn against the back of her hand, stretched languidly, and summed up the ordeal.
"Boring."
"......"
"......"
...In retrospect, yeah.
We'd spent the time and gotten absolutely nothing out of it.
After a time that seemed more likely to breed resentment toward sex than spark interest...
We wrapped up lunch haphazardly and decided to part ways earlier than usual.
Neria's mana recharge was already done that morning, and Dorothy had been with us today to boot.
Of course, Neria had graciously understood with a 'If you don't want your meal ticket cut, shouldn't you take Dorothy down first anyway?'
On that note, I resolved to treat Neria to a nice meal with Ms. Lin's money if things went well for her.
Glancing at the clock, it read 1:30 PM.
Still ages until quitting time.
So what to do until sunset...?
Watch porn of all genres with Dorothy...?
Or hold off for another day and go see the team leader...?
As I mulled new plans, Neria and Dorothy approached in their plush indoor slippers.
"You two done talking?"
"Yup. No more auditing sessions next to us later. Seemed pointless."
"Ah..."
"Eh, you can drop by if you're bored sometime..."
Apparently that one plaid pajama set was it—now she wore just an oversized gray hoodie.
Its hem barely skimmed the risky bits as Neria scratched her pale thigh—itchy, maybe?—and continued.
"Anyway, just take her back to your place and jump her. Doggy style like stray mutts mating."
"...I'll keep that in mind."
"I've clearly stated I don't have those tastes."
"You never know? The more embarrassed you were, the closer it might've hit the mark."
For someone who'd called even touching men repulsive, she'd been awfully compliant during the act.
Maybe not seeing the face reduced her disgust just a tad.
Dorothy's frosty attitude aside, it seemed worth testing.
Keep it secret for now—try again someday.
"Thanks for your hard work today, Neria."
"Sure thing. See ya, Dorothy."
As Dorothy nodded and donned her mask, the front door shut firmly.
Beep. Beep. Beep. The door locked, leaving just the two of us in the apartment hallway.
Me and Dorothy. Our total face-time barely scraped 12 hours—still awkward as hell.
With the noisy Neria out of the equation, the empty space felt huge.
...I could hardly remember how I'd even broken the ice when we first met a few days ago...
Things felt off, but I had to speak first.
Right as Dorothy finished adjusting her mask, I gestured toward the elevator.
"Um..."
"Um..."
Our voices overlapped.
Obviously, a lowly human like me yielded.
"You first, Dorothy."
"...It doesn't have to be right now. What were you going to say, Mr. Nam Dowon?"
"Just that the elevator's that way. Though it's visible after one corner..."
"...I see."
"......"
"......"
......Yeah, definitely awkward.
Well, after all that chaos earlier, it couldn't not be.
Zero results, but the process was a mess.
I swallowed a wry smile and headed quietly for the elevator.
"Then it's my turn now."
Dorothy spoke up as we stood in front of it.
She gave the surroundings a final casual scan, then said flatly,
"I... told one lie just a bit ago."
"A lie...?"
"When Neria tried to force up my skirt."
"...Ah."
The topic pulled my gaze there involuntarily.
That short skirt, swaying every time my hips smacked hers.
And the deep black stockings stretching down from beneath.
"I hid something with illusion magic back then."
"......"
I had a hunch.
"...I should be honest with you, Mr. Nam Dowon."
"No way..."
"Yes. Just a little, but... I was wet. I didn't want her to find out, so I tricked Neria with illusion magic on the spot."
After getting manhandled by a guy she'd dismissed as gorilla-tier,
Pretending to get railed like a bitch in heat.
And she got wet.
Dorothy confessed surprisingly straightforwardly and went on.
"But it's strange. I absolutely, swear on my master's honor, do not have those tastes."
"......"
"...No hobby of bestiality with gorillas or anything."
"......"
"Heck, it was doggy style like humping pups. Imagining it again makes me want to puke..."
"......"
"...So why did I get wet so instantly back there?"
"......"
"Mr. Nam Dowon, do you have any guesses?"