Nero's Jealous Bite
"Kissing... you're way too good at it. It's pissing me off."
"Ugh..."
My tongue stung. Nero had just bitten down hard on it without mercy. The moment we stepped into the bedroom, she threw herself at me, boldly covering my lips with hers. Yet despite her bold appearance, she only managed to clumsily lick my lower lip, unable to move to the next step. I had tried to match her movements to help, moved by how cute her overeager attempt was...
"Seriously... it's pissing me off."
Apparently unsatisfied, she shoved me away while still biting my tongue.
"Nero...?"
"Whenever I think you're good at this because of all the other women... it makes me so jealous. It makes me angry. I hate it."
"..."
I couldn't exactly call myself skilled, but at least I wasn't clumsy anymore. There was a time when I used to fumble around, just parting my lips awkwardly, and it had gradually become more natural. Especially kissing... that was probably thanks to Scarlet.
"This is my first time... and you're acting so relaxed..."
'I'm so nervous right now... I mustered up real courage since you came along so willingly...'
"It feels like... ugh, like I'm the only one who likes you."
"That's not true, Nero. This is just..."
"Just what."
I hesitated before telling her it was just a reflexive reaction. Something told me that if I said that, she'd grill me about how many women I'd been with outside to make it reflexive.
"...It's because a woman as close to my ideal type as you is kissing me. I just... couldn't stay still."
"Is that it?"
"I didn't want to show you an embarrassing side, that's all. Yeah."
I nodded earnestly. It wasn't a lie. I thought I'd steered the conversation in a good direction.
"But you still look way too used to it..."
I flinched.
"See? You just flinched."
"N-no, that's..."
Nero pouted, averting her gaze at my painfully honest reaction, and muttered quietly.
"...It feels like you've changed without me knowing. It hurts so much here."
"Nero..."
"I'm scared you'll keep drifting further away..."
I managed to steer past it, but her voice, tinged with disappointment as she pressed a hand to her chest, made me feel guilty for no reason.
"I met you first... We've been together the longest... I've always been closest to you, and yet I..."
"...When did you start seeing me as the opposite sex?"
This situation—my pet cat pouncing on her owner—was clearly not normal. Of course, Nero wasn't an ordinary cat. She was a familiar summoned by contract, half a witch's soul. Still, I'd always treated her like a normal cat. So even though there must have been chances to notice her feelings, I'd overlooked them again and again without realizing.
But Nero's answer was simpler.
"I... like you. I just like you. After I ran away alone, ugly and lost, with nowhere to go, you saved me when I collapsed."
I'd been trying to categorize the shape of her affection, but she wasn't. Whether she liked me as family or as a romantic interest... she simply answered that she purely liked me.
"You gave me a place to stay and let me keep living."
"..."
"I stayed in my cat form all this time because I didn't want to put you in danger... but now there's no need for that anymore."
Her slender, pretty hand, as eye-catching as her beauty, touched my chest.
"...I just want to take the form you'd like most and do the things that would make you happiest."
Thud.
Nero lightly pushed me down, and I fell onto the bed with ridiculous ease. I could have resisted, but I didn't—because I'd decided it was time to properly answer her sincerity. That had been the whole point of today's date, after all.
"Any male would spend his whole life working hard to get an attractive female, right? So... I'll become your female."
She said something quite provocative while staring straight at me without changing her expression. Her long black hair and the face looking up at me from below were beautiful enough to bewitch anyone.
"Then... does that mean I'll lose one reason to live hard from now on?"
"Instead, you'll have a new reason called me. You'll have to take care of me more diligently, play with me often, and treat me with sincerity. I get sulky easily... and I'm really jealous, so you might find me annoying."
"I'll never think you're annoying."
This part, I could say with certainty.
"...I'm glad."
'I do want to repay your kindness, but what I really want in the end is... to confirm Master's true feelings and feel at ease.'
"Make me... yours, Master."
'And...'
The woman's voice, sweet and coaxing, whether intentional or not, sweetly unraveled the listener's mind.
'More than anything, my body wants it. I want to be held by this male... I can't hold back anymore...'
Rip...!
Tap, roll roll roll...
I heard the sound of my shirt being roughly torn open at the front, followed by a few buttons falling and rolling across the floor.
"...Haa... haa..."
Whether from saying something embarrassing or not, Nero was breathing harder than before, her face flushed red as she stared intently at the firm chest she'd exposed with her own hands. It didn't seem like she was just embarrassed.
"Nero, should I go wash up first...?"
I suddenly remembered I'd been outside all day and thought I should shower, but...
"No... I like it like this."
'It's full of Master's scent... I like it, I like it... I like it.'
"Haum... chuup... nerup..."
She climbed on top of me and pressed her face right against my chest, starting to lick it aggressively. Even as I felt a fresh sensation from Nero's lack of composure, the touch of her licking tongue made my body tremble.
"I... think I've gotten weird."
After licking my body for a while, Nero licked her lips as if savoring the taste and lifted her head. With an expression full of happiness, she rubbed her lower body against me vigorously. It wasn't a conscious action. It was an instinctive marking to leave her scent on me... a warning to other females. It was affection of a completely different intensity from the nuzzling she did in her cat form.
"Do you want to touch me too, Master? Should I... take my clothes off? Or leave them on?"
Personally, I thought leaving them on would look... no, would look incredibly good, but I also wanted to return her intense grooming.
"...Gulp."
Beneath the thin fabric, her erect nipples, showing how aroused she was, brushed against my palm with a firm sensation.
"Then... will you take them off for me?"
"...Yeah."
As she slowly ran her hands up her body from bottom to top, the black dress disappeared smoothly, as if erased by an eraser, revealing her pale skin underneath. Thanks to that, my hands—which had been resting on her clothes—were now directly touching warm, soft bare skin.
My fingers sank in. Her breasts, swollen and filled with softness, had been testing my patience every night by sandwiching my arm while we slept... and now I could finally knead them directly. The sensation was exactly as I'd imagined, exactly as I'd felt through my arm every time we fell asleep together, wrapping around me happily. It felt like a waste and a stupid thing to have endured until now. My hands trembled for some reason at the fact that such a supreme female had been by my side all along.
After crossing that first line when she mustered the courage to kiss me, I could feel myself being slowly sucked in. No... it felt more like falling. Like a snowball rolling down a slope, this desire was becoming unstoppable. The mass of my vulgar desire toward her was growing larger and faster.
"Aah... it hurts..."
I'd been so absorbed that I hadn't even realized both hands kneading her breasts were using too much force without consideration. But when I saw that attractive mole, positioned perfectly in her cleavage as if asking to be pressed, I lifted my head before even apologizing and buried my face there, bringing my mouth to it.
"...Ugh, hngh... do you like it?"
While I sucked on her breast mindlessly, indulging in this soft flesh, a very satisfied smile hung on her lips as she looked down at me.
"You're finally being a little honest... You kept running away whenever I approached you like this."
Then, as if she couldn't hold back again, she pushed me back down onto the bed. Pressing her soft body close to mine, she kissed me first once more. It was still clumsy, no more skilled than before, but through it, I could feel both her affection and her impatience.
"Mmm... slurp... tch..."
"...Nero... mm."
Her red lips didn't have any particular taste, but they felt sweet enough that I wanted to keep licking them. This urgent breath waiting for my answer, her affection—it was definitely being conveyed to me along with anxiety.
"Chuup, haah... Even if it's just a lie for this moment... will you tell me that you like me more than anyone else?"
'I know it's unfair. Master's thing is already rock hard and poking me... Your face looks like you can't wait to hold me...'
"I want to hear it. I..."
"...I love you, Nero. This isn't a lie at all."
"..."
"It's true. I love you more than anyone."
I'd said it hoping she'd feel reassured and, above all, happy, but suddenly tears rolled down Nero's cheeks.
"Then... I'll endure it."
"...Nero?"
"If you say you love me but still meet other women, there must be a reason. So... I'll endure it."
Watching her force her eyes shut to hold back the tears, I could feel all the emotional hardship she'd endured while watching and waiting until now. And yet... for some reason, that sight was so endearing that this time, I was the one to pull her into an embrace and kiss her.
"...Thank you, Nero."
When our lips parted, I thanked her first, but she didn't seem particularly inclined to accept that gratitude.
"You don't need to thank me... If you leave me alone, I won't leave you alone either."
"For example... how?"
At that cute threat, I couldn't help but ask mischievously.
"...Think about that yourself."
'I... don't really know about those things...'
A surprisingly innocent reaction for the occasion. She really was a lovely woman whose heart always ran ahead of her.
Even when we went on our date today, I'd already confirmed this, but I really did feel my heart racing for Nero.
"Anyway, tonight... right, do everything you've done with other women in bed with me too."
"Ah... no, that's a bit..."
"You can't?"
It wasn't that I couldn't... but there was one problem. Besides Nero, there was that one shameless person who called me "Master" in bed. No, not shameless—she actually enjoyed it. Did I have to do everything I'd done with that hopeless pervert too...?
"...Mmm."
Nero might look at me with contempt. She'd ask if I'd been doing these things outside without her knowing.
"It's not that I can't... but today, I... yeah, I want to focus only on you, Nero. I don't want to think about other women in front of you."
"...That makes sense too."
"Right? We have plenty of time. If you want, we can take it slow from now on. There's nothing I wouldn't do if you wanted it."
"Yeah..."
Seeing Nero nod obediently, I breathed a sigh of relief. I'd barely managed to convince her.
"Okay. But in exchange... you have to make me make the happiest sounds out of anyone tonight. It's important that you hear those too."
"Ugh... I'll do my best."
She was so stubborn about this request that I was probably going to cause unintentional trouble for the neighbors. That aside, it was quite a request focused on the lower half. Asking me to make her scream and pant as loudly as possible... it sounded quite similar to Yerin's request to mess her up completely.
"...You can do whatever you want. I'm inexperienced anyway, so I don't really know, and I want you to feel good, Master."
"..."
This was what it felt like when an inexperienced woman was aggressive. She approached without any hesitation to the point of being startling, but stopped abruptly just before our noses touched, showing a shy reaction with clumsy movements. It was quite novel and to my taste... I kept swallowing.
"But... do it a little faster. Smelling your scent, Master's... my lower part has been throbbing since earlier... I can't hold back anymore."
Of course, in this aspect she seemed more like a female than a woman, but both sides were equally lovely.
"I'll make you feel good right away, Nero."