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Chapter 14: Knight Attendant《Tsukaeshi》② – With Your Hands…

Ah—
A deep night without stars or moon.

The Witch was looking down at me, staring straight into me.

Her pale green eyes seemed to shine with a strange light.
Even in the darkness, her silhouette was unmistakably hers.

“……”

I could hear the Witch’s breath.
I could feel the heat of her body.
Her tail brushed against my leg.

“……”

I couldn’t move. I couldn’t even speak.
All I could do was wait. Just wait.
What else could I do? She was a Witch.

Still—like this, it almost looked as if the Witch were pinning me down.
Leaning over me like that—well, that’s what it meant. Wait. Looking closer, this Witch—

“…Hey, hey, Wof-boy. Kon… Kon has something… something she really wants you to do…”

Her eyes swayed feverishly, her words spilling out with a troubled sigh.
Even though she spoke softly, I heard every word.

“W-what is it…?”

My voice trembled.
It was a tone I had never heard from her before—rich, alluring.
A woman’s voice tempting a man. Her eyes shone wet, and I couldn’t look away.

“Mm-hmm. You see… Kon’s…”

Then, she shifted her body, turning around.
Now her tails—the three fluffy ones—draped right over my face.

“W-Witch-san…?”

She was different. No, I had already noticed something was wrong.
She’d been acting strange since the afternoon.

I wondered if I should ask, but maybe it was just my imagination.
Even if I asked, she’d dodge the question anyway. Yet the strangeness lingered.

After dinner, she had pulled out bottles from under the kitchen floor.
The smell made it obvious—they were alcohol.
And so the Witches’ drinking party began.

But this time, the Witch had drunk too much. Not just tipsy—completely plastered.
Usually she’d only sip, but this time it was full-throttle from the start.

Everyone said they’d never seen her this drunk before.
She ended up collapsing, and Munieka—the iron-livered one who never changed no matter how much she drank—was left in charge.

And now—reeking of alcohol—she spoke with a feverish voice:

“Kon’s… Kon’s tails… I want you to groom them…”

She was completely drunk.

“Groom… as in comb them? But I don’t have a brush—”

“No need, no need. I want you to do it with your hands… your hands, Wof-boy…”

“But I’ve never done tail grooming before…”

Besides, I thought tails weren’t something you should just touch freely.

“Even so, even so—it’s fine. However you like… I want you to groom my tails…”

“…Are you sure it’s really okay for me to?”

I asked something I already knew the answer to.
But I wanted to hear it anyway. I needed to hear her say it.

“…Please… do it, Wof-boy…”

She glanced back at me, cheeks flushed, her eyes hazy with heat.
Her tails swished with a sudden flourish.
Her voice—sweet and intoxicating like honeyed mead—drew me in.

So I reached out without hesitation, grabbed her tail, and slid my fingers into the fur.

Her body jolted, arching sharply like a bowstring.

I wound my fingers through the thick fur, slowly, gently, combing it through.

“Haaah… haaah…”

Each of her three tails was different in color and feel.
The right one, pure silver from base to tip, looked fluffy, but was a little stiff to the touch.

“Nyah… nyah…”

The middle one, flax-colored at the base fading to white at the tip, was plush and soft, the fur clinging to my fingers.

“Ahh… ahhh…”

The left one, pale flax at the base and thick with fur, was spongy to the touch, my fingers sinking deep into it.

“Mmmnnn… mmnnn…”

Thick—so thick that my fingers sank in, sliding deeper and deeper.
It was warm, soft, a little slick with sweat—then I bumped against something solid.

This must be the root of her tail!
For some reason, I felt compelled to grip it, and carefully stroked it.

“Th-th-that’s no good, Wof-boyyy!?”

But all I was doing—was tail grooming.
Freely, however I pleased, I was grooming her tails with my hands.

I traced my fingers along the roots, combing through the fur one by one.

“Not the tails—ahhh!”

Her body convulsed violently, and she toppled right off the sofa.

“Witch-san!?”

“Haa… haa… Wof… boy…”

She whispered that, then collapsed limply.

“…………”

Wh-what should I do…?

Too late now, but I regretted it.

The Witch awoke.
It didn’t take long.

“Mmm… mmm… Wof-boy…? Uuugh, my head… it hurts…”

“You’re awake?”

I handed her a crescent-shaped cup from my canteen. Inside was a potion—good for sobering up.

She drank it down, then realized she was lying on the sofa. Tilting her head, she muttered:

“Kon, Kon… what exactly… ah.”

And then she remembered. Her fox ears flushed to their very tips.

She hurriedly sat upright on the sofa, kneeling formally, bowing her head with her face still burning red.

“First of all… I—I’m sorry…”

“Eh? But why… why are you apologizing to me?”

“Well… when I was grooming your tails… hearing you moan from my touch was so much fun, I couldn’t hold back. I just… kept going without restraint…”

“Uhaa… uhaa… s-so embarrassing…”

Her voice trembled as she spoke, her body flushed red, sweat running down her face.

“…But… why would you ask me to do something like that…?”

The Witch lifted her face at my question. She tried hard to meet my eyes.

A faint, pained smile spread across her lips.

“…You see, I was… uneasy, Wof-boy. Watching you change. I knew it was growth, and as your master Kon, it made me happy. But… I felt like you were leaving me behind…”

“Uneasy?”

I knew that feeling myself.
It was the same reason I once asked why she loved me—because I was uneasy.

“Even if—even if we’re master and disciple… even if that bond is between us… I felt I had to do something. You see… Kon had never felt this way before… and that’s why I was afraid… and sad… and aching… and lonely…”

A tear slid down her cheek from those eyes locked on me.
My heart jumped.

“I felt lonely too. You were always away, Witch.”

“Ah, ah… mm-hm. I’m sorry, you know.”

“But I knew you were doing it for my sake. Still, I couldn’t help but feel lonely.”

“Then that means… Kon and you are the same, huh? Uneasy, lonely, aching in the heart, in the chest…”

“Yes. The same.”

At my words, the Witch gave a bittersweet smile.

She and I were the same. Both of us thought we could live alone forever.
But that was wrong. It wasn’t true.

We can’t go on living alone anymore.
I… the Witch—no, not just “the Witch.” My master—no, that’s not right either… Ah, I see.

“…Witch. Will you tell me your name?”

I didn’t know the Witch’s name.
She seemed to realize that too. She gave a small nod, and then spoke.

“…Lala Lily.”

At last, I felt like I truly knew her.
Not just the Witch—Lala Lily.

The Witch, looking satisfied, returned to her own room.
Once again, I lay down on the black sofa.

“……”

Aaaahhhhhh!!

Now that it had all happened, I realized I’d done something outrageous.
No, it wasn’t exactly intercourse.

But it felt like I’d done something just as intimate—maybe even more so.
Was this really okay? For a thirteen-year-old to be doing things like this?

“…Come to think of it, the Witch, she—”

Ah! I forgot! I quickly turned to look beside me.

On the white sofa, Chive was asleep. I had completely forgotten.
I glanced—her yellow hood hadn’t moved. She seemed to be sound asleep.

She had drunk way too much too, getting sloppy drunk until she passed out.
Shiro had collapsed as well, left muttering faint groans like a broken doll.
If it hadn’t been for Munieka’s iron stomach, the Witches’ feast would’ve been a nightmare.

Relieved, I lay back down and closed my eyes.
I was just starting to drift when I sensed someone nearby.

When I opened my eyes, grey hawk-like eyes clouded with heat were staring at me.

“…Eh?”

Animal ears. A tail brushing against my leg.
But not the Witch. Too small, too short, a thin, naked body.

The exact opposite of the Witch’s voluptuous figure.
Immature, slender, and—familiar.

“…Chive…?”

“――Wof-chi. You see, my Relic [Demon Beast Flazerei] lets me transform into an armored magic beast. But… it has, y-you know, different forms. The first form is like a beastkin—like this, with black ears and a long, black-furred tail. And… I-I have a request for you, Wof-chi…”

“A request…?”

She nodded, then spun around.
Even in the dark, I could clearly see her long black tail swaying, thick with fur, brushing against my face.

“My tail too… I want you to do whatever you like with it…”

Her voice, thick with a female’s passionate heat, tempted me.
No man could endure it.

I reached out for Chive’s tail, grabbed the dense black fur, and yanked hard.

Her small, bare body arched and quivered violently, a shrill cry bursting from her lips.

Ahh… what a hopeless, awful human I must be.

And yet—this is who I am.

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