I Absolutely Don't Have That Kind of Taste (3)
About a minute passed as she unpacked the metaphor I'd tossed out.
"…To put it another way, it means you're saying you'd like to caress me while I'm completely drunk. And through that, ease my psychological resistance as well."
"Yes. That's right. Spot on."
"Intriguing. Ah, of course, it doesn't exactly appeal to me, but I agree that it's the most primal approach."
"Th-thank you for seeing it in a positive light…."
"Therefore, I think it's worth attempting. That 'stepping stone' expression you just used was quite apt."
Dorothy articulated it clearly, word for word, then let out a quiet sigh laced with intoxication. In the bedroom with just the two of us, it rang out all too clearly.
"……."
The sigh carried a clean whiff of alcohol, mingled with the sweet, fruity scent unique to witches. The two blending together right here in my bedroom created such an oddly intoxicating mood. We hadn't done anything wrong, and Neria had even given her permission and pushed us toward it. Yet it felt like I was on the verge of screwing up with a woman I'd just been friendly with. Why was that?
In the mounting tension that kept stiffening the back of my neck, Dorothy—unlike me—shifted into a more relaxed position.
"I permit it. Go ahead and try. If I feel like vomiting, I'll tell you right away."
Yeah. She said it while casually stretching out those legs that kept drawing my eyes in their pitch-black stockings. I had no idea where to look. Normally, I'd meet her gaze naturally during conversation, but now it felt burdensome somehow. Staring straight down at those ample breasts right below wasn't an option either. Unless we were lovers, it'd come off as creepy—like some stray mutt ogling her.
And the same went for the jet-black skirt she wore. And the legs stretching out from beneath it. In the end, I went with the safest choice.
"For starters, may I hold your hand, Dorothy-nim? As an extension of the test we just did. I'd like to see exactly where your limit is."
"Do whatever's comfortable for you, Mr. Nam Dowon. I'm not familiar with this sort of thing."
Even for an adopted large dog, the first command it learns is usually "hand" or "paw" at a high rate. I'd kept it historically accurate, in my own way.
"Let me know anytime if it's too much."
I gave one final reminder before grasping Dorothy's hand—the small one she'd awkwardly extended toward me.
…She bit her lower lip lightly, as if it were the most natural thing. But it didn't last. Just a brief moment, then she let out an inexplicable sigh. Probably enduring it due to the lingering disgust. I interpreted it charitably and drew a little closer to her.
"Pardon the intrusion."
"……."
Squeak. Crossing the boundary line of the bed, now venturing inward. I knelt on one knee, closing the gap with Dorothy.
"Th-that's quite close, isn't it, Mr. Nam Dowon."
"I think it's better to get used to this distance gradually from now on. If we end up having sex, we'll be even closer."
"True enough. Thankfully, thanks to the alcohol, it's not that unpleasant."
"Ahaha…."
"Plus, right now it feels like I could stroke and hug you just like petting a large dog…."
"……."
"…We'll do that next time. Next time."
The hand-holding test was over. Next came her forearm. I felt it tense up the moment I touched it, but no complaint of discomfort.
Then her shoulder. Delicate and small. Warm, too, the thought flashed by—but still no word of it being hard.
…And even though this had brought us quite close, she thankfully didn't seem overly distressed. From Dorothy's perspective, it probably looked like a massive dog playfully pouncing on its owner to play. Up to that point, even if someone snapped a photo, they could title it something wholesome like "Heartwarming Daily Life."
The real issue came next.
"Are you… going to touch my breasts…?"
"Yes. I suppose so."
"…Understood."
Once a large dog pounces on its owner and fondles her breasts freely—once I reached out for Dorothy's chest and savored the soft give through her white sweater—that's when titling it got tricky.
…Not that I'd ever take a photo, of course.
"It's incredibly ticklish and uncomfortable…."
"…Is it."
"Not a great first impression. At least it's you, Mr. Nam Dowon—if it were anyone else…."
I'd guessed from eyeballing it, but… damn, they're huge, Dorothy. After briefly enjoying the sweep of her sweater-covered breasts,
I spread my thumb wide and gripped one fully in my palm. The fluffy sweater. The stiff bra. The downright lewd mass of fat beneath. All of it captured in one hand as I squeezed, firm, tight.
…Shape, size—everything hit my tastes perfectly. But knowing no other man could lay a hand on them made my brain melt with conquest already. And this woman? She'd gotten confessions piled on her even from fellow female trainees. All the more so.
"How's the disgust factor? …Bearable?"
"…Honestly, not that repulsive. More like baffling…? That seems the right word."
"Phew… Good. Then we can move to the next step."
"Next step?"
"We've only touched over your clothes so far."
"……."
Touching roughly over clothes is worlds apart from feeling bare skin directly. Dorothy's eyes, which had been looking up at me, flickered sideways for an instant like they were fleeing. But only briefly. After blinking rapidly a few times, she stared straight at my face again and replied.
"…You undress too, Mr. Nam Dowon."
Me too, huh.
"I think it's only fair if we both bare our skin. …Besides, that grotesque thing I saw this morning… I'll have to get used to it eventually."
With Dorothy pushing my hand away herself and saying that, I had no choice but to comply meekly. …That thing, already rock-hard and peeking out from my underwear after groping her breasts.
Here. Since the witch herself said she wanted to see it. A pet dog has to obey faithfully, right?
"…Even looking again, it's an absurd size."
As I kicked my shed clothes aside, Dorothy stared at my cock and muttered in dazed admiration. More awe than the contempt of "that's gross" from a few hours ago. Still seated at the bed's edge without properly removing her sweater, she continued.
"Is it the exact same size as when you did it with Neria just now…?"
"Not sure. …To put it bluntly, it gets as hard as my arousal level at the time."
"As aroused as you are… Oh, it just twitched."
"…Your gaze is tickling it, Dorothy-nim."
"Hmm…."
With such a pretty woman staring holes through my dick like that, of course it'd react. Meanwhile, deep down, I itched to see Dorothy's bare chest, to lavish it with caresses. But right now, priority went to accommodating the witch who'd suddenly taken an interest in my cock. So for a while, I stood there silently, dick out, like some noble lady's sex ed tool.
"Mr. Nam Dowon. Could you come a little closer?"
One step forward. As I approached the bed, Dorothy lifted her hips slightly and scooted over. As close to me as possible. So she could inspect my cock up close.
"Looking at it now, it really does look lewdly shaped. This thing."
"…Does it."
"Yes. I can finally tell I'm drunk at 500%. No matter how charitably I looked before, it never seemed sexy."
"……."
"Feeling lewdness from this grotesque thing…."
Dorothy let out an incredulous chuckle, tilting her head. Then she cautiously extended her right hand toward me.
"It seems okay to touch now. Mind if I give it a feel while I have the chance?"
"I'm fine with it."
And so her hand delicately touched between the glans and shaft. Small, snow-white—like a little girl's. But instead of doing more, she flinched and pulled away.
"I-I'd heard it was hot, but this is even more than I thought. Like a forehead burning with fever."
"And the repulsive part?"
"…Well. Thinking about actual intercourse still makes bile rise in my throat, but this much…."
"Seems you're okay with it."
I finished her sentence, and she nodded before asking.
"What do you think about me continuing to touch it? For getting used to men, this seems most effective."
"…I don't mind. Go ahead."
Of course, this derailed my plan to caress her freely… but getting caressed by Dorothy in reverse? Not bad at all. Might even be better in some ways. So for now, I stood still like a good pillar. Just as I was about to settle into my role as her sex ed dildo—
"But why are you just standing there idly?"
Dorothy, seated on the bed, tilted her head and said.
"Didn't you ask if I didn't want to receive devoted caresses from a large dog?"
"Ah, right. Yeah."
"Sit beside me and keep going. Me touching your cock should be perfectly fine even while you're caressing me plenty."
"……."
"Plus, it'd be more efficient."
"……."
"…Borrowing your joke, it'd raise the odds of me developing a bestiality fetish."