23. Wasting Semen
Lunch wrapped up on a surprisingly positive note. It was just mandu soup, but it's one of those dishes that's ridiculously easy to nail as long as you stick to the basics—and Neria's sense of taste for seasoning matched mine pretty closely.
That said, it wasn't exactly a relaxing time.
"Neria-nim."
"Yeah?"
"If it's not too rude, could I ask you something?"
"Totally rude, but nice me will allow it."
"…Why did you keep staring at me like that? The whole meal."
She'd been sitting right across from me at the table, her blue eyes flicking my way constantly. And with this suspicious little smile on her face, no less.
"Does staring need a reason? And can't I just look at you?"
"That's not what I meant. I just thought maybe you had something to say to me."
"Nah, nothing."
"…I see."
And she'd even turned off my smartphone herself. There were more than a few odd things about all this. But I couldn't exactly grill her on every little action, could I?
In the end, I picked up the used dishes and stood. As I walked around to her side, I grabbed hers too. Her smaller set fit neatly on top of mine.
"I'll handle cleanup. Neria-nim, just relax for a bit."
"No way. I'll do it. I can handle dishes, you know."
"But then you'd be doing it all yourself…."
"I'm already wearing the apron, right? Makes more sense for me to do it."
It's just dishes—did we really need to fuss over that?
…No, wait. Since it's just dishes, maybe it's fine to let her take over without a second thought.
As I waffled internally, Neria stood up and snatched the dishes from my hands.
"Plus, didn't you say you wanted to do the newlywed couple concept today?"
"……."
I was pretty sure I'd explained that wasn't the case. But somehow, the misunderstanding lingered on.
"This body will humor you just for today, so go wash up and brush your teeth. This load won't even take a minute anyway."
"Still…."
"Go on. I've got some thanks to pay you back for anyway. Call it our mutual 1,000-fold debt repayment."
She spoke firmly, furrowing her brows. Then she set the dishes in the sink and started shoving me toward the bathroom with firm little pushes.
I backed up naturally, then turned my steps. A small, ticklish hand pressed against my back.
At this point, it felt right to just go along without protest….
"……."
…Which meant today, I could finally do it with naked-apron Neria.
That fantasy I'd cut short earlier—the one where she whispered nonsense about getting me pregnant—could become reality.
I swallowed those inevitable thoughts and reached the bathroom door. Maybe from her morning use, but as soon as I opened it, faint humidity kissed my skin.
"Go wash up. I'll finish dishes quick."
"Got it."
I could've handled it all myself, no problem. But Neria headed to the kitchen anyway, leaving me to strip down simply and step inside.
The contrast of black marble and white fixtures—awkward at first, but now a bit familiar—caught my eye. Compared to my place's bathroom, this was palace-level. Spacious too. Probably what staying in a luxury hotel felt like. Not that I'd ever find out.
"The bathroom's like this, and the whole place too. Hard to imagine Neria keeping it this tidy…."
Definitely the cleaning service's handiwork. I grabbed my toothbrush, thinking of Erzel-nim probably hard at work even now, then moved past the shower booth to tweak the water temp.
-Clunk.
A foreign sound cut through the water noise, drawing my head that way naturally.
"What? I heard guys finish showers super fast. Why're you still messing around?"
"…Neria-nim?"
"Like three-minute showers, five tops. Don't guys brag about that?"
The small portions must've made quick work of the dishes. She approached, wrapped in just a white towel.
Tall and leggy everywhere, my eyes were pulled despite myself.
"S-Some guys are that fast, sure… But why'd you come in here?"
"To help you wash."
She answered plainly, scooping up the shower puff on her way. Unlike the usual stuff she let me borrow, this was untouched—light purple fibers just like her hair.
"Help? No need to go to the trouble. I can manage."
"Obviously. You're a grown adult. Can't expect a twenty-year-old to screw up basic hygiene."
"Then…."
"We're doing the newlywed thing right now. Newlyweds."
"……."
"Gotta do cringy stuff like this to really get into it. Right?"
Coming home to her greeting me naked-apron style at the door.
Heading to the bathroom, only for her to follow and help wash.
I could guess exactly where she'd learned "newlyweds" from—it was so obvious I almost let out a dry laugh. Luckily, she didn't notice, just kept coming and slipped into the shower booth.
"Face forward. I'll scrub your back."
"…Thank you, Neria-nim."
"Yeah, yeah. Wanna brush while I'm at it?"
Couldn't exactly refuse when she was offering. Especially since she was an apprentice witch—the most dangerous creature on Earth, rationally speaking. Unless you're asexual, "no" wasn't an option. I turned my back, hiding my dick in the process.
"Oh, right. The foam…."
She fiddled around, and soon bubbly lather sounds came from behind. Surprisingly, she helped pretty normally. No messing around with the soapy puff—just straight-up washing. She'd even magicked warm water to rinse my back first. Brushing and rinsing sounds followed too.
I marveled at that for about two minutes.
"Mm."
With my back fully lathered, Neria—who'd been behind me—slid to my side. Her sweet body scent made me jolt briefly.
…But her towel-covered body was sloppily wrapped, forcing me to swallow hard as I asked,
"…Can I rinse now?"
"Yeah, sure. But also…."
Her eyes roamed casually, voice dropping softer.
"That thing you're covering with your hand. Lemme see it."
The only thing I was covering right now was my dick.
"…Right now?"
"Duh. I came to check if you're hard yet, and you're hiding it?"
"……."
"You hard? Or not yet?"
"Well…."
Like that'd been the goal all along, she shifted to face me directly. The shower spray—blocked by her magic—had veered aside.
In this situation, obedience was my only move. I shrugged my tensed shoulders and carefully moved my hands to my stomach.
"…Hm?"
"……."
Not even fully hard. Not even enough for sex.
…Just a bit of blood flow, heavy and swollen. Totally normal after just a short time together.
"What? Why's it only this much?"
But apparently, not normal to her. She tilted her head right away, like her pride took a hit, poking my dick with a slender index finger.
"You always got rock-hard the second you saw me. Right?"
True. With Neria, it'd always stiffen ridiculously hard—enough for her to call it gross, as routine.
This was different from that spectacle. Was she dissatisfied deep down? Did it need bulging veins for her approval?
As those rotten thoughts crossed my mind, her hand grew bolder.
"Haaa… I was gonna do weird stuff with you like this…."
"……."
…Fingertips ringed around, squeezing my shaft.
Teasing the glans with flicks, then stroking up the length.
Such gestures.
"…Get hard quick. Come on."
"……."
"I'll do that pervy stuff you like, special for you…. …Get it up."
Skill was still crap, of course. She even thought she was good now, picking up weird habits. That random hard grip midway? Had zero to do with feeling good.
Might as well just stroke and rub diligently….
This shit wasn't even….
…….
….Hoo.
"…Oh. There."
…Stimulation was stimulation. In time, my dick throbbed beast-like in her hand.
If I pinned her to the wall and pounded away now, first load would end quick. Her "pervy stuff you like" was probably that kind of sex.
"Hey, Nam Dowon. How many rounds you think today?"
"Dunno…."
"Three or four easy?"
"…Probably."
"Then…."
But Neria threw a curveball.
"Maybe waste one?"
"Waste…?"
"You know, newlyweds do that kinda thing…! Like… um…."
"…Y-Yeah, cumming in the mouth and making her swallow it all…."