Soft
That was all I could think of as the witch's body continued to be pressed against me. She shifted position, moving her plump… assets pressed against me.
"Hn~."
She gave off a cute little moan as she moved. It was short and brief, yet enough to excite any man to waking up. She was already cute and tempting in the beginning; I didn't need another reason to keep myself from getting too close to her, whether that be physically and emotionally.
I attempted to push her away. It was difficult, especially concerning that my back was currently against the wall. It was hard to gain any momentum or move with the lack of space constricting my movements.
It's not that I wanted to feel her up or anything. No, really. It's just that I lacked any kind of way to explain the current situation to her, especially with my lack of communication skills. Being caught in such a compromising situation would ruin the faint connection I had made with her. I didn't want to ruin what could be my only way out of this place. I grab her arm.
It was soft. Incredibly so. It was like holding a marshmallow in your entire hand. Though, that didn't mean that she had excess weight. Her arm was plump enough to feel the muscle, but not so much that I couldn't touch the other side of my hand. On that note, she was thin. Or would it be considered slim? Either way, it was really satisfying to… um… touch, her.
Stop getting distracted!
I reprimanded myself for the first time in a while. This was confusing and a waste of my current resources. At this rate, she would sooner wake up than I stop appreciating her body.
With a slow and careful motion, I remove her arm currently wrapped around me. It was a bit embarrassing to say, but I was never good at with women. I didn't know if it was by luck, fate, or some kind of divine intervention, but I always met people with the most intense personalities. From a perfectionist to a lazy bum, to a prime example of a perfect human being who had lost any and all kind of attachments to this life yet desperately clung onto life and lived as a hypocrite for their own selfish sake. I had seen it all… well, at least I think I did.
I slowly and quietly got up from the bed in order not to wake up my fellow occupant. Despite my best attempts, though, the creaky, infernal bed decided to ruin all my hard work.
*Creak*
The bed squealed with such precision and clarity in such a short amount of time that I was almost impressed. Almost.
"...nnnnhhhaa… Is anyone there…?... what am I talking about, I live alone….mwwaaahh–wait! I live with someone now."
She panicked mid-yawn, hastily getting up from the bed and producing another loud creak that was somehow less noisy than me. The moment she sprung me from the bed, she was immediately met with my face.
"...!!"
Her face and mine was currently a couple of inches away from each other. I could feel her rhythmic breaths as she desperately tried to calm her panicked mind. I thought of doing the same, but ultimately decided against it. It was embarrassing enough having one of us breathing on the other, it would be even more so if there were two.
I turned away from her, my cheeks flushed with embarrassment. This wasn't exactly the time and place to be stoic.
"Well, somebody's a little shy."
She whispered with a little playfulness in her tone. She sounded fake and incriminating, like a liar with a whole life of misdoings.
"…Right, you can't talk."
She sounded unsure of herself, defeated. Like a hope inside of her had been extinguished. I paid it no mind.
"A-anyways, you're the one that told me I should stay here. I didn't know what you were saying exactly, but I could tell that it was important. So, I decided to stay. Again, I didn't know if that was what you wanted, it just… felt like the right thing to do. So in a way, this is all your fault! You're the one to blame, you wicked, deceiving man!"
…What?
I don't remember doing such a thing. Other than having some strange dream, not much really surfaced when I wandered around my head. I gave her a highly doubting look.
"Ah! You don't believe me, you walking scandal!"
Ignoring her, I get out of the creaky bed. The bed didn't cry or weep as I left. No matter what happened last night, it didn't change the fact that something happened that I didn't or couldn't remember for some reason.
She did the same, and the bed let out a loud shriek as she did. The bed was becoming more and more suspicious. I was starting to feel like this bed – or rather the one who mostly used it – was not what they seemed. I cast a curious gaze upon her beautiful form.
She wore a simple green nightgown that exposed her neckline and a little bit of her cleavage. She wasn't particularly… adorned in certain matters, yet those things were nothing but eye-catching. The nightgown exposed her scars more than her robe, especially with all the skin it exposed. She responded to my respectful ogling.
"What, no tears this time?"
I frown at her rude response. Though I was admittedly distracted by her prone form, this was more of an examination than an assessment. I was judging, not looking. I stood up as well.
"Come with me, there's something we have to do first."
She turned away and ordered as she fixed her hair into a ponytail with a light blue thin piece of cloth that complimented her silver hair. Then, she was moving.
I followed her, not like there was anything else for me to do around here. After a minute or two, we were back at the dining table, this time, though, something else was there.
The foreign object gave a faint glow even through the thick sheet of back fabric that covered it. The witch placed her hand on the spherical item. She grinned.
"First and foremost, we need to test out what kind of magic you can use."