Blackout Check and Sober Simulation
Right after finishing the mana recharge, I wasn't too worried about Dorothy passing out half-unconscious in my apartment. For one thing, the act itself had been a success. Isn't that the most important part? No matter the process, our goal was to get semen into a witch's womb, and we'd found the condition—Dorothy getting blackout drunk. Satisfaction level: maximum. Plus, it was a pretty easy condition to meet.
Secondly, even if her sleeping here too long could cause issues, I was right there beside her. I could just wake her up before it got too late. On top of that, I had vague faith in her illusion magic. So, as long as I roused her before sunset, it should be fine. Oh, but she'd probably want a shower, so maybe wake her a bit earlier. And alcohol—witches couldn't just detox it instantly, could they...? Amid all these random thoughts, I tidied up, and before I knew it, the sunset was starting to streak the sky.
Dorothy, who had been sleeping soundly, finally stirred and sat up.
"...Mr. Nam Dowon. Did we perhaps succeed in the mana recharge?"
"......"
"The discomfort down there, and... my stockings...?"
She remembered nothing of what we'd just done.
"Uh, um, you don't remember anything that happened at all?"
"I vaguely recall sipping alcohol with you... but that's it. Still, since the result is good, I'm relieved."
"I see..."
"Did you do anything strange to my body? I've heard men have some peculiar sexual tastes."
"N-no, nothing strange. No."
"Hmm. I'll trust you. There's no real pain, just a bit of discomfort."
Good, no muscle soreness, apparently. Her expression, nodding as she said she trusted me, was the same as always. Expressionless. Emotionless. No hint of awkwardness or joy—she just straightened the blanket that had been covering her.
I hadn't expected that much alcohol to cause a total blackout... Wait.
Is Dorothy pretending not to remember because she's embarrassed about her behavior just now? She denied any bestiality fetish, but then went wild with me, treating me like a beast...
"Anyway, I have no face to show. To think I'd have sex with you, whom I called a gorilla, just from getting drunk. Haaa..."
Or maybe not—she was shaking her head, lamenting her own lack of shame first. And instead of denying it forcefully, she admitted it outright. At this point, I figured it was best to just take her at her word. Even if it was a lie, falling for it wouldn't cost me anything. She was probably just embarrassed about actually having sex with me. Or maybe it really was a blackout from the booze. Either way, the outcome was the same. We'd meet again for another "mana recharge" later. That was enough.
"The condition is alcohol... So, may I stock some in your fridge at my expense?"
"There's always space, so fill it up there."
I'm not the type to cram the fridge like a housewife. Plenty of room for booze.
On the other hand, was she planning to use my place like a hotel—specifically, a love hotel? If it was Dorothy, there'd be hundreds of thousands of guys in Korea ready to welcome her with open arms. I was no different.
"And I have a question, Mr. Nam Dowon."
"Go ahead."
She glanced back and forth between my face and the blanket covering her. Her purple eyes looked up at me, somehow distrustful.
"Where exactly did my stockings go?"
"......"
Side effect of alcohol sex. You'd suggested ripping them yourself since they were laddered. Then I flipped up those pitch-black panties and pounded away. She still didn't remember.
"Did they get dirty during sex? Covered in your semen or something?"
"...Ah, yes. That's right. So I threw them out."
"Threw them out."
Yeah. Telling her the full truth could wait until we got closer. She'd only have me for mana recharges anyway, given her preferences, and spending time like that would make us much closer. No point confessing right now that "you begged me to rip your stockings and fuck you." Instead, I gave a vague excuse and flashed a nice-guy smile.
And that's when Dorothy swung her bare white legs out from under the blanket and said,
"If they're stained with semen, they'd make perfect teaching material. To check if sober me can handle the intensity—could you bring them?"
"......"
I'm fucked.
"Mr. Nam Dowon?"
...No, wait. Not really. I hadn't mocked a witch with mere mortal words. I'd lied out of kindness to cover her embarrassment. Better to come clean now. It'd help gauge her tastes too.
"Um, Lady Dorothy. There's actually something I haven't told you..."
"What is it?"
Explanation time. Starting with a humble "if I may be so bold," I summarized the recent sex in about 100 seconds. Her gaze shifted dramatically.
"...Wouldn't that make that the lie?"
"...I'll get the stockings."
What the hell kind of response is that? Her polite tone held, but her eyes were cursing me out, so I fetched the discarded pantyhose and showed her. The ass part ripped lewdly, stained blatantly with her juices.
"......"
Dorothy's mouth opened and closed silently. Words bubbled up like foam, but she couldn't pick which to say. She examined the pantyhose closely for a moment, then stared blankly into space.
...Yeah, that reaction meant she really remembered nothing.
"The odds of Mr. Nam Dowon doing this without permission... probably zero. Even blackout drunk, if I truly hated it, I'd have threatened you to stop. So that means I enjoyed it...?"
She murmured quietly. After denying reality for a while, she turned her arrows on me, kneeling beside her.
"You must have loved it, Mr. Nam Dowon. After all my beast treatment, you fucked me like one and put me in my place."
"...No."
"So you didn't enjoy it?"
"...I did."
Thankfully, her arrows had blunt, rounded tips, so the scolding ended there. She sighed deeply, crossed her bare legs slightly, and looked at me.
"You said doggy style, right? The one we only pretended at Neria's place briefly."
"Yes. We verified it that way, and right after I came once, you fell asleep, Lady Dorothy."
"I'll verify too. Try it with me sober."
"...Sex? I'm fine with that, but your schedule might be tight..."
"Pretend. Pretend. I want to know if anything's changed in me since the first pretend sex."
"Ah."
"Anyway, time's getting late, as you said. Better wrap it up quick."
Oh, that kind. No problem. I stood from the floor and approached her side. Keeping a bit of distance, just in case.
"...Oh, did I not tell you something, Mr. Nam Dowon?"
"What?"
"Not to touch me if possible. It's much better now. Like a pet... a big dog, say."
"......"
"We've done mana recharge together—what's a touch? Just come closer. We're pretending anyway, so we'll touch."
...I closed the distance slowly. Now positioned behind Dorothy on all fours. Same outfit as a few hours ago. Soft-looking sweater, pitch-black skirt. No pantyhose this time. Lifting it carefully would reveal panties stained with my semen.
"Like this on all fours? Start whenever."
I approached as she pressed down her skirt and began the now-familiar pretend play.
"......"
"......"
The result? Well.
"Somehow... less thrilling than expected."
"Thrilling..."
"Horny feeling? Embarrassment? A little, but that's it. Totally different from at Neria's."
"Hmm..."
"...Mr. Nam Dowon. When are you free next?"
"Anytime. Just handling Lady Neria right now."
"Got it. I'll contact you later."
Not bad.
"What you said about drunk me. Better try sober too."
"...Hello?"
"Ah, finally picking up. Sigh... Is this Neria Heka's number?"
"Yes, it is... but who...?"
"I'm Eve Rikaon, team leader of the Apprentice Witch Rehabilitation Support Department. Dowon might've explained."
"...Ah, sorry for the late greeting. I-I heard a bit. That the team leader's a witch. My master hinted too..."
"Ahem. Anyway, calling about an investigation."
"Yes."
"It's about Dowon. You've been getting help from him a while~"
"......"
"Any plans for after? Or wanna keep getting help from him forever?"
"......"
"Or forever with Dowon?"
"What?!"