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"~NGH— …… ah, uhh… ~~~NGH♡♡♡ euuh… ~~~~~~~~~~♡"
"Well, shall we rotate again soon?"
Sion's throat had gone raw — she could barely even gasp properly now. And finally, a chance at climax approached.
"Guinea pig? Time to beg for your climax~ Can you hear me?"
The instructor aimed her wand, and Sion's head — which had been drooping weakly — was forcibly lifted by magic. Her ruined, pleasure-tortured face, twisted into a slack, mindless expression, was placed on display before the students.
"Ngh… I'm… come… let me… come… please… let me come… PLEASE… please let… me… come… just… let me come… please…"
With glassy, distant eyes, Sion repeated her pathetic begging for release. The defiance that had been in her barely an hour ago had long since been crushed flat by the grinding desperation of being edged without mercy.
She leaked fluid in intermittent pulses, driven to madness by extreme pleasure, desperately seeking release from the climaxes that had been building inside her second by second.
"Hmm, let's see~ The guinea pig does seem to be at her limit."
The instructor pretended to deliberate with exaggerated hesitation, drawing out the torment for Sion, who needed relief as fast as possible. Meanwhile students rotated in, and once again her nipples and clitoris were surrounded with wands.
"The accumulated climax count is… hmm, still only one thousand, three hundred and forty-nine. I thought you could manage a bit more — maybe we just ran a little short on time?"
The denied-climax counter displayed by the Lewd Brand had cleared a thousand with ease. For such a short class period, that was an absurdly large number of stored climaxes. Even so, the instructor was not satisfied.
"Or maybe we didn't boost your sensitivity enough? Shall I give you another dose — an especially powerful Arousal Excitation spell?"
"Hih?! No— please no!♡ ah—"
She teased and threatened — the tip of the wand grazing Sion's clitoris and nipples. Sion was long past any state in which she could resist even this transparent cruelty.
"Hmm — should I tease her further and let the pleasure simmer down, or should I let her come for the rest of the time? Either way works for me~"
Either way, Sion was definitely going to be tormented absolutely to pieces with pleasure. Still — being allowed to come and having her climax sealed and being kept edged were worlds apart.
"Please… please… let me… come… please… I'm begging… please… forgive me… ~~♡♡"
Snot and drool and tears smeared her face as she begged for permission to climax. Surrounded by eighteen hands and ten wands, Sion's spirit had been completely broken.
"…The begging is still clumsy and ungracious, but it's so pathetic I suppose that's good enough. I'll show you the recorded footage later — we can practice the proper etiquette of begging."
The knowledge that this cruel lesson had been recorded — that her naked, climaxing, wretched state had been captured — sent a tremor through her body. She hadn't been told. Even knowing it now changed nothing. But the humiliation of knowing that her convulsing, naked, orgasming form existed as a recording was alone enough to freeze her spine.
"In that case — let's put it to a vote. I'll have everyone in the class decide whether to grant guinea pig her climax, or keep her edged. There are exactly twenty students, so there's a chance of a tie — I'll figure out what to do with that if it happens."
"~~NGH?! Auuuh~~♡♡"
While Sion shook at her absolute limit, the leisurely vote began.
A vote to permit her climax left a small magical mark on Sion's left thigh. A vote to continue edging left a matching mark on her right thigh. Just a brush of magic — light enough to fade with time. Even so, having the soft, white inner thighs of her forcibly spread-open legs used as a whiteboard filled Sion with humiliation and resentment.
"Ngh♡?! Kuhi— ~~! …I… let me come… please… let me come… please… I'm begging… I'm begging you…♡♡"
Each student, from their seats, cast their vote by sending a pulse of magic from their wands. Every time a mark was pressed into her right thigh, Sion trembled violently and begged for release in misery.
The votes fell almost perfectly alternating — each mark raising her hopes and dashing them in equal measure.
"Then I'm last, let me see… hmm, what should I do?"
Ten votes for permission.
Nine votes for denial.
The last vote would be cast by the black-haired girl — the first one to run Carnal Arcana electricity through Sion's clitoris.
"Ugh… please… I'm… begging… please…! If I'm edged any more… I'll go crazy…!"
Her expression was desperate, haunted — she was truly in agony. There was not a shadow of the girl who had stood on that dais with defiant words at the start of the lesson.
"Aha… I'm sorry?"
The black-haired girl looked at Sion's face with a smile, and slowly cast the final vote.
"AAAaah— !!"
"Instructor, sorry~ The guinea pig was just too cute, so I tied it~"
"Oh my? Well, what shall we do about that?"
The marks on her left and right thighs were equal in number. In the end, Sion's climax would be decided by the most cruel arbiter of all — the instructor, at her sole discretion. And that was, in a sense, the worst possible outcome for Sion.
Most likely, every student and the instructor in this class had known that — and had cast their votes in quiet coordination to bring it about. The knowing smiles surrounding Sion were proof enough.
"I have to make sure everyone who voted is properly satisfied."
It was a result that could only be described as maximum possible suffering for Sion.
"Everyone, you can resume."
"Hih?! NNOOOOooooh?! ♡♡?!♡♡♡!!"
The assault on her nipples and clitoris resumed. Sion whipped her head — the only thing she could move — back and forth, had it pinned by the girls on either side of her, and began gasping again through a throat nearly worn out.
"Release."
"?!?! ~~IIIIGUUUH AAAH?! ♡♡♡??!!"
"Lock."
"GUGIIIIH?!?!♡♡♡"
The instant she squirted — the climax was sealed again.
"Release."
"NNaaaaaAAAA?! ♡♡?!?!♡♡♡"
"Don't come."
"AguUUUUU?!?!?!!"
Swallowed by a massive wave of orgasm — and right as her body began to come, the edge locked back in. The most excruciating climax manipulation imaginable — the worst possible moment repeated at intervals of just a few seconds.
"Okay, you can come."
"COMING COMING COMING COOOOMING——!!"
"Actually, no~"
"HIGYAAH?! AAAH NGH NGH NGH?!♡♡♡"
Her pleasure-confused body began squirting fluid violently. Her arousal frothed and bubbled; every time her urethra tried to open it was forced shut; great sheets of sweat soaked the floor.
"Climax released."
"AH! COMING!! THIS TIME FOR REAL!! LET ME COME!! I'M COMING?!!"
"Climax denied."
"UGIIIIIIH?!?! NO!! STOP THIS!! I'M GOING TO DIE FROM THIS!! I'LL ACTUALLY DIE——!!!!"
Her body, locked in midair, creaked and strained against the Body Manipulation magic. She spread her toes, shook her dislocated-feeling shoulder joints, tried to thrash even though she was completely unable to move — the level of her agony was evident in those futile attempts alone.
"I'm sorry, guinea pig. For the rest of the class time, this climax manipulation is going to continue."
"??!?!"
Sion's body froze for a moment at the instructor's words.
"I know it's painful — but your own attitude is what created the tied vote. You brought this on yourself."
The instructor's wand tip glowed, and for a moment the climax was released.
"I value everyone's feelings equally, so I can't neglect either side's vote — and what I'd like from guinea pig is for you to show everyone just how good and how agonizing it is, to be hovering right between coming and not coming."
Almost immediately, the Lewd Brand blazed and the climax was sealed again.
"~~?! ~~~~~~~~~~NNGGH?! ♡?!♡?!♡♡♡♡"
"Lock." "Release." "Climax." "Edge." "Come." "Don't come." "Permitted." "Denied." "Orgasm." "Stop."
"NGHIH! UGH! AH?! NGI!! GUH! GUUUUUH?! ♡♡♡!!♡!!!"
The sweat rising from Sion's body began to steam visibly.
The rapid-cycle, heavy-load climax interruption repeated over and over — and the mind of Sion, who had been forbidden to lose consciousness by the Wakefulness Formula, began to erode.
"Alrighty — has everyone had a good chance to develop both nipples and the clitoris equally?"
At the instructor's signal, the students surrounding Sion's body finally stopped. One full rotation had been completed — the three types of Carnal Arcana had each tormented each of the three sensitive points in turn.
The moment the stimulation ceased, Sion went limp — head lolling backward, tongue protruding from her mouth.
"Guinea pig — 'do not avert your eyes.'"
"Gueh— ngh—"
Body Manipulation was reapplied. Sion's head was raised — and her eyelids were pried wide open by magic. After the brutal Carnal Arcana ordeal, she was forced to stare at her own swollen, ravaged nipples and clitoris without looking away.
"Thank you all. The guinea pig's nipples and clitoris have improved remarkably. You've all shown impressive ability with fine magical control."
Nine students returned to their seats — and Sion felt a wave of relief that this torture of a lesson had finally ended.
"Now then — the remaining eleven, please come forward. This time, including myself, twelve of us will use Carnal Arcana on the guinea pig."
"Ngh… what…?"
While Sion was still dazed, the students who had been gathering and building magical power in readiness surrounded her battered body. Fully restrained, unable to move her head or rock her hips, wands were leveled at her from every direction. And the instructor stepped to Sion's front and aimed at her twitching, shaking clitoris.
"We have about half the class time remaining. Everyone target the guinea pig's clitoris — let us use neural vibration, enlargement, carnal current, and then compression, itch-stimulation, aphrodisiac generation, arousal induction, and sensitivity amplification in combination."
The instructor assigned roles to each student. Sion had no way to object to what was clearly being prepared — she only leaked cold sweat, and tried to tell herself this was a dream, a hallucination, something unreal.
Escaping into denial was all that was left to her.
"The remaining three — I'll teach you a more advanced body manipulation technique. Constricting the base of the clitoris, pressing upward from behind the urethra… using a tiny magical pincer to grip the clitoris and pull it — it's difficult, but failure is acceptable."
Sion's back teeth began to chatter.
Can't move. Can't escape. Can't resist. Won't be stopped. Won't be helped. Won't be forgiven.
"I'll handle the climax management — and if the guinea pig gets close to losing her mind, I'll restore her, so everyone go ahead without holding back."
"No… please stop…"
"Begin."
"~~!!……~~~~~~~~~~~~~~NGH?!♡♡?!♡♡♡♡!!!!"
For some time after that, Sion was forced to watch — clearly, without looking away — as her own clitoris was collectively, systematically destroyed.
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Next: Episode 6 — "Discipline"