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"COMING!!♡ NNOOOH?!♡! GUH GUUUUUH♡♡!?!"
"AGAAAAAH?!♡♡!! I'M DYING!! I'LL DIE?!♡♡ STOP IT!! PLEASE STOP——?!♡♡"
"GYAAAAAAAAAH?!♡♡?!♡♡♡♡!! IIIIGUUUUUUUUUUUUUH~~~~~~~~~~♡♡♡!!♡!?♡♡♡!"
"UOAH?! NGI!! FUGUUUH♡! GAH! AH?!♡ HIIIIH!!♡"
"COMING!! AH!! I CAN'T COME?! HIH!! NGI COMING AGAIN!! ♡ COMING!! CAN'T?!♡ OH AH!! COMING COMING COMING COOOOMING♡♡♡♡!!!!"
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH?!♡♡♡♡!! I CAN'T TAKE THIS ANYMORE?!?! ♡♡♡ NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH?!?! ♡♡!♡?!!♡♡♡!!"
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Forced climaxes via Carnal Arcana. Denials via the Lewd Brand. Over and over, alternating without pause.
Climax management torture that burned through her erogenous nerves.
Without being properly allowed to climax even once, until her throat was stripped raw, until she had squirted herself completely dry — Sion was tormented.
"Alright, just about time~ It's a good moment to stop, but everyone take your seats~"
"Yes~"
"That was fun."
"I wanted to torment her a little longer~"
"See you tomorrow, guinea pig~"
At the instructor's signal, the female students who had been hungrily ravaging Sion's body returned to their seats.
"Ah♡… gah♡… hah— ngh… heh… ~~♡……"
After being subjected to dozens of minutes of concentrated Carnal Arcana fire from upperclassmen, Sion was in a terrible state. Her whole body flushed red, and the sweat and arousal fluid that had run off her had formed an indecent puddle on the dais. Her nipples and clitoris had swollen to an abnormal size and wouldn't stop twitching.
Forced into a maximum-spread position, restrained and helpless, even her gaze had been fixed — she had been made to watch herself being driven to ruin.
"We'll continue Carnal Arcana practice again tomorrow~ Everyone, think up your own original Carnal Arcana in the meantime."
The instructor waved her wand, and slowly Sion's body was lowered to the dais surface as the Body Manipulation magic released. But a body that had been restrained for so long didn't simply relax — it stayed frozen in the same humiliating position.
"Uh… ngh…"
"Now then, guinea pig — shall we head to your next class? Can you move?"
"…Ah… heh… haah… ?"
"Well, I suppose not. Special service — I'll restore your stamina only."
The instructor waved her wand, and Sion's body was wrapped in green light. Strength flowed back into a body that had been unable to move so much as a finger.
"Uh… ah… ngh♡… ~~NGH♡"
Even so, the lingering pleasure that had been beaten into every inch of her, and the heightened erogenous sensitivity that wouldn't subside, were not removed. Sion gave a small, helpless squirt, and began to shake.
"Alright, stop dwelling and stand up~"
"Wah?!"
The instructor poured more magic in — and Sion immediately stood upright. Not because she chose to. She was being puppeted completely.
"Now, follow along quietly~"
Body Manipulation moved her body on its own. The second-year instructor had no intention of giving Sion even the appearance of choosing to comply.
Before the classroom door had even finished closing behind them, the instructor flicked her wand once — and the sweat, arousal fluid, and squirt that had soaked the ceiling and floor simply vanished.
"Please… wait…"
Walking barefoot on the cold corridor floor, Sion managed to wring the words out.
"Please… I'm begging… let me rest… I can't… I can't go on like this anymore…"
The instructor spun around, smiled, and aimed her wand at Sion's clitoris.
"HIGUU?!♡?!"
Instant climax. Standing upright, unable to move — forced into orgasm.
"Nnfufu~ Guinea pig, do you still not understand your own position?"
The instructor circled slowly behind Sion and drew her wand tip across the back of her thighs, her buttocks, her spine, the nape of her neck.
"I don't mind handing you over to the Arcane Association. Shall we let them use you as a test subject for the rest of your life? It would be a living hell compared to being kindly made to come by Carnal Arcana like this — but if that's what our masochistic little guinea pig wants, so be it."
"Hih?! N-no… that's not—"
"The plan was to have you attend the third-year Carnal Arcana class next — but on second thought, let's skip that and head down to the disciplinary cells beneath the academy as punishment for violating your contract. You couldn't even last half a day before giving up — clearly you're an irreformable little idiot, and irreformable idiots need strict correction."
Sion stood at attention, unable to move, unable to turn her head. The instructor slipped her wand between Sion's legs and began filling it with magic. The tip began to glow with a dangerous light.
"~~NGH uuuuh~~~~~~~~~~♡?!♡"
To Sion, it was no different from red-hot iron. The heat of the magic, the pleasure of the Carnal Arcana, seeped slowly and mercilessly into her clitoris and sex.
"I— I'll do it… I'll do the Carnal Arcana lessons… I'll be the teaching material… please let me… please…!!"
"Oh, really? But I heard you trying to violate the contract just now, didn't I? I don't need to go easy on criminals — I think it'd be more fun to torture you until I hand you over to the Association. I'm more entertained this way, and there might be additional charges too."
She stood on her tiptoes, bouncing pathetically, trying to escape the pleasure searing her sensitive spots. Nearly useless.
Sion was made to understand, viscerally and completely, just how intolerable forced pleasure truly was.
"NGH!! I'M SORRY!! PLEASE STOP!! GUINEA PIG IS FINE!! UGH!! I'm sorry for saying I couldn't do it!! I CAN!! PLEASE LET ME!! AGUUUUUUH?!!"
The instructor drew her wand away from Sion's body.
"Aha… that's all I needed, right from the start. If you dare say 'I can't' again, you'll definitely regret it. Or rather — I'll make you regret it. Not for violating the contract, not for doing something wrong — but for having been born into this world."
"Hih— ?!"
A child-like face. A gentle-sounding voice. And emanating from her — an aura of terror beyond belief.
Sion trembled in pure fear, and something warm ran down her inner thighs.
"Oh? Did you have an accident? …You don't need to be so frightened, you know. As long as guinea pig properly does her job as teaching material, all that happens to her is that she gets to feel good."
"~~NGH!! …I'll behave… I'll do it…"
Her voice shook. Sion couldn't defy the second-year instructor's words anymore.
"Good, good — very commendable. Oh, but—"
"NGUUUUUH?!♡?!"
Forced to climax again.
"That's for the accident. Also — let's extend your contract to one month. You're motivated now, aren't you, guinea pig?"
"~~NGH— …yes… I understand…"
"Good answer. I recommend staying obedient from here on out… oh, and—"
"HIGYAAAAAH?!♡♡?!?!"
Made to climax again. A third forced orgasm in the corridor.
The orgasm magic discharged into her this easily and casually — completely unlike the Carnal Arcana the students had used on her — a punishment-caliber spell, fired with a light touch, again and again.
"I haven't heard 'I'm sorry for the accident,' have I? Was the guinea pig raised without basic manners?"
"I'm— I'm sorry!! I'm sorry for the accident!! I'm so sorry!!"
Held at rigid attention, unable to even check the instructor's expression. No way of knowing when the next Carnal Arcana would come from behind her. The instructor knew precisely how to cultivate fear, how to make a person comply, how to plant obedience at the root of someone's being.
"Good. Let's go, then. To meet your senior."
The instructor waved her wand, and this time Sion was made to walk ahead.
"Every time guinea pig makes a mistake, I'll correct her properly — so learn well."
"…Yes."
Just imagining what kind of "correction" awaited her was enough to make her skin crawl. Subjected daily to that level of forced orgasm magic — if she was put through conditioning that made slave training look preferable — she truly would writhe herself to death.
Even so, Sion could no longer talk back. Not even once.
And almost immediately, they arrived at the third-year floor.
"Here we are~ Sorry for the wait, Senior. This is Sion — the guinea pig who'll be our teaching material this season."
Before Sion stood the third-year instructor.
Black robes. A broad-brimmed witch's hat. A chest that was clearly generous even beneath the robe. And — though Sion herself was quite small — the third-year instructor was nearly twice her height.
"Rina… you are three minutes behind schedule. Do you have anything to say in your defense?"
A quiet, husky feminine voice. Smooth and unhurried. And yet behind it, a rumbling weight, like the vibration of the ground itself.
"Oh… that is — I'm sorry, Senior. This girl had a little accident in the corridor…"
The one called Rina — the second-year instructor — visibly flinched. The terrifying authority she had wielded over Sion just moments ago had completely evaporated. She was behaving now like a student caught out by a teacher.
"…In that case, the penalty will fall on this girl. Tell me her current condition."
"Ngh?!"
"Yes ma'am. So, the first and second-year introductory Carnal Arcana classes have just finished. Penalty points are… hmm, various things combined, about twenty."
Sion stood between the two instructors, unable to move. There were things she desperately wanted to say — but there was no opening to say them. Any instructor that made Rina shrink like this — there was no way she would be anything less than terrifying.
"Mm? … Only two classes in and already twenty penalty points? …Sion — at this rate, your points are going to become a serious problem."
"Wh-that's— I didn't— that's not— I never agreed to any of—"
Sion was confused. Since the first-year class, points had been added for trivial things — but surely not that many. And she had never been told what penalty points meant, or what accumulating them would actually do to her.
There was too much to say, and none of it would come out properly.
"Senior~ This girl is quite the defiant type. She attempted to void the contract just now, her respect toward upperclassmen is severely lacking, and she made quite the mess in the corridor. Strict correction is recommended~"
"Ngh?! I only had the accident because I was forced to come over and over—"
"Silence."
"FUGIIH?!♡?!"
Before she could do anything, the situation kept getting worse and worse. This was a false accusation in the first place — and Sion wasn't even being given the chance to explain herself.
"…Well. It's time for the next class. Third-year Carnal Arcana is somewhat more advanced — you don't need to think about it too deeply."
"Senior, I'll leave her in your hands~"
And so Sion was handed over to the next class as its teaching material. Body Manipulation moved her forward without her consent.
"…Ngh…"
Sion had no choice but to follow. Even if the Body Manipulation were lifted, she would have done the same. What would happen if she defied or ran? Sion, who had always been a model student, had no experience — and yet she had been made to understand, with full certainty, what awaited anyone who defied an instructor.
(I'm frightened… but I can't fight back… I just have to endure it… endure it until the contract ends…)
She desperately rallied herself inside. She didn't yet realize how utterly hopeless and impossible that aspiration was.
Trembling with fear, Sion stepped into the third-year classroom — the domain of the most senior students.
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Next: Episode 7 — "The Witch of Dark Shadows"