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"If you were mine, I'd keep you as a pet buried in lewd implements — but since you're apparently this academy's teaching material for now, I'll restrain myself to class hours only."
"I'll remove the Slave's Lewd Piercing for now. The nerve vibration and itching stay, though. If you want those stopped — there's no option but to beg me to keep you."
"Oh — you may speak now. I'll release the breathing restriction and expression suppression too… Release."
— SPLAT —
"~~Ngh♡… Ohh♡… ~~~~NGH♡♡♡"
The commands binding her body were released, and Sion collapsed to the floor with a wet sound. Her body — pushed so far past its limit — had no strength left to stand on its own.
(Someone… help… just… kill me… let me die…♡)
Until the silver-haired girl was satisfied, Sion was pleasure-killed over and over. Killed and tortured over and over in ways that made the first suffocation-death seem merciful. Pleasure was poured into her until her heart stopped, until her brain scorched, until her mind shattered — and each time she was revived and forced to start again.
"There, there — lucky you. Getting to feel so good you died."
The pleasure burned into her body was too intense. But the half-dead fish trembling on the floor was given no time to rest.
"Ah — don't bother getting up. I'll do what I want with you."
The next student leveled her wand at Sion.
"Fair warning — I'm not very gentle."
Fear. And the premonition of pleasure. No one would help her. No one would forgive her. She couldn't run. She couldn't endure it. She couldn't defy it. She couldn't go mad. She couldn't die. All she could do was accept the pleasure-torture that was about to be performed on her. Sion — being used up as teaching material — couldn't even scream.
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"You've been pleasure-killed over and over — that must have been hard. You can relax."
Black hair. Red eyes. A gentle-sounding voice — and the sadistic malice packed inside it.
"Because while I'm playing with you, I will absolutely not let you come."
"?!"
A wand was aimed at Sion, crumpled on the floor like a worn-out rag, and her body floated up. Powerful Body Manipulation magic. Like being seized by an invisible giant — the sensation of her body creaking and grinding, a force that Sion couldn't resist even at her absolute maximum.
GROANNNN… CREAK, CRACK!
"AGHHH?!♡ ~~~~NGH!!!"
Both legs were spread wide — to either side. With a force that made her hip joints scream, she was forced into a perfect horizontal split. The same pose she'd been played with in by the second-year instructor. Her hands were made to clasp behind her head, exposing her armpits; her gaze was fixed on her own body. Body Manipulation magic reached to her very fingertips — even her toes were spread — and she couldn't move at all.
"What a big clitoris. Still aching from the vibration and itch, isn't it? It's twitching so adorably."
A wand touched the defenseless clitoris. The erect nub was stroked tenderly — and then struck casually.
WHOOSH — SLAP!!
"COMING?!♡♡♡!! COMING COMING!!"
"Lock."
CLAMP!
"AAAAAH?!♡♡♡"
The mass of sharpened erogenous nerves was struck — and the instant she reflexively thrust her hips up — her body was locked rigid with her hips arched to their absolute limit. The most unguarded position a human skeleton could be forced into. This restraint method — pinning Sion's erogenous weak points in their most defenseless state — was the same one the second-year instructor had used.
"Climax forbidden."
KWEEN… CLICK.
"Hih… NGH♡!! NOOO… aaaaah!!♡"
The Lewd Brand glowed faintly and a lock was snapped onto Sion's body. The desperate sensation of her climax being sealed away. Whatever was done to her now — she couldn't come.
"So — I'll mess with your clitoris, your pussy, your anus — whatever I feel like."
"~~NGH!! ~~!… please stop…~~~♡♡"
Her erogenous zones were stroked one by one. The lightest stimulation — barely grazing the surface of her skin. Even that alone made her spine prickle and her body lock up. She was shown, viscerally, that she had no power to resist someone playing with her most vulnerable places as they liked.
"You must be exhausted from all that coming — so I've made sure you don't have to come anymore. How about a thank-you? Say it: 'Thank you for forbidding my climax.'"
"Hiih!!♡ Naah!!♡ ~~NGH!!"
Her clitoris was flicked and rolled. The sensation of being right at the edge of climax — and having it held shut. "I don't want to come anymore… but I also don't want to not be able to come… please don't make me feel any more…~~NGH!!"
Crying and begging for her life in a humiliating wide-open split. For Sion — who had been pleasure-killed over and over — this wasn't a figure of speech. It was genuinely a plea for her life.
"Nope. That's decided it — I'll edge you to death. I was thinking I might go easy on you if you said a cute little thank-you — but now I'll torment you with the cruelest possible method."
KWEEN!
"No!! Stop!! I'm sorry!! I'm sorry please!! HIH!!♡"
Body Manipulation magic was applied to the clitoris. The sensation of the erect nub being seized. Its base squeezed tight; its tip suctioned; an abnormal sensation of being inflated from inside like a balloon. The forcefulness that completely controlled Sion's every motion — combined with the delicacy of precise manipulation of a tiny area. With this level of magical control, stirring someone's viscera or crushing their brain through their defenses would be trivial.
"AHHHH!! Th-thank you!! Thank you for forbidding my climax!! Thank you for making me unable to come!! HIH?! ~~NGH!! NO!! NO NO NO!! AAAAAH!!"
"Too late now. It won't go back to its original size — but I'm going to develop it until it's several times larger than that. Brace yourself."
The sensation of being pinched and kneaded from every direction — above, below, front, back, left, right — by countless invisible metal clamps. Pulled, squeezed, worked, and tickled. From the outside, she was just being pointed at with a wand. But the magic pouring from it was tormenting her clitoris.
"COMING!!♡ HAAH!! NO!!♡ UGGHH!!♡♡!"
"First — I'll polish it the classic way."
— SCRUB SCRUB SCRUB SCRUB SCRUB —
"UGAAAAAAAAAH?!♡♡♡♡♡!! AAAAAH!!"
Cilia-brushes. Fine-bristle brushes that raised gooseflesh just from grazing the skin. Magic shaped into those brushes methodically scoured Sion's erect clitoris.
"Can't escape♡ Base squeezed tight, tip pulled upward — I'll stroke you without one second of pause."
SLICK SLICK SLICK SLICK SLICK!!
"OHHHH OHHHH OHHHH OHHHH?!♡♡♡♡!! AAAAAH!!"
"Your arousal is foaming — so lewd♡ You're dripping genuine fluid already, and your urethra is opening and closing, isn't it. How many times would you have come by now if I'd let you?"
Her entire body went numb. The maddening frustration of orgasm-just-below-the-threshold — like a decimal that extended forever. She only needed 0.1% more stimulation to come — and over 100% more was being applied on top of that. She dripped genuine fluid in streams, leaked what faint squirts she had left, and her brain was being scorched by the ferocious polishing of her clitoris. If there had been any way to do it, she would have bitten through her own tongue.
"UGGHHHH!! LET ME COME!! LET ME COME LET ME COME LET ME COME!! COMING!! COMING BUT CAN'T!! IF I CAN'T COME I'LL BREAK!!"
"That's fine — break. I'll edge you insane. Here — stroking from the urethra side too, polishing the underside, squeezing from all sides. Go ahead and lose your mind."
SLURP SLURP GRIND GRIND GRIND GRIND GRIND!!
"UGAAAAAAH?!♡♡♡!! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~!!"
Eyes thrown wide, pupils contracting, throat opened to its fullest. Even after expelling every last bit of air from her lungs she couldn't stop screaming. The urethra was pried open; cilia-shaped magic flowed in reverse; stimulation was applied from inside the clitoris. Every muscle in her body sent distress signals and thrashed. But she couldn't change position by even a millimeter. Her clitoris couldn't escape.
SLICK SLICK SLICK SLICK!
"HIIIGH!!?!♡♡♡♡!! AAAAAAAAH!!"
"Oh — it's getting bigger and bigger. Good girl. Keep it up. I'll leave your clitoris like this for a while — give it your best."
"THAT'S IMPOSSIBLE!! IMPOSSIBLE IMPOSSIBLE IMPOSSIBLE!!"
At those words she screamed with everything she had. But this wasn't close to over. The black-haired girl moved her wand to the next target area.
"Next I'll train this cute anus. Get ready — I'll make it a pathetically oversensitive excuse for a hole that you can't even stand up straight from."
— BRUSH BRUSH BRUSH BRUSH BRUSH BRUSH —
"NNGH?!♡♡♡!! OHHHHH?!♡♡♡!!"
The exposed anus was rubbed with the same sensation as the clitoris — but softer, finer. As if countless tiny brush-tips were racing back and forth in every direction. Every individual crease of the anus was traced; the sensitive excretory organ was developed with thorough deliberateness.
"OHHH THERE!! HIIIGH?!♡♡!! OHHHH?!♡!?"
"Amazing, isn't it? Too ticklish to bear, right? You're still trying to resist for now — but eventually you'll lose the muscle strength to clench it. When that happens, I'll polish the inside of your open anus too. It'll probably feel so good you'll throw up."
"AHH!! HIH!! OH!!♡ My ass is going WRONG!!♡♡ AHHH HAAH HIH!!♡♡♡!!"
Her anus itched, tickled, felt good, ached. Clenching didn't help. Relaxing didn't help. A helpless, hopeless mixed sensation she had never felt before. Sion gasped, her face gone red, with an expression caught somewhere between crying and laughing.
"You look like you're enjoying it so much — let me tickle the other places too. Armpits, soles of the feet. Back of the neck down the spine, rear, thighs. I'll torment every weak spot."
BRUSH BRUSH STROKE STROKE STROKE — SCRATCH SCRATCH SCRATCH — SWISH SWISH SWISH — SQUIRM SQUIRM SQUIRM!
"UGAAAAAAH?!♡♡!! AHAHAHAHAH!! AHH!! AHIHIHI!! AHHAHAHAHA?!♡♡♡!!"
Invisible brushes crawled across her entire body. The hollow of the armpit, between the fingers, inside the navel. Thin-skinned, sensitive areas — struck irregularly, at random timing — with precisely the intensity Sion found most unbearable, slowly working through her sweat-drenched body.
"AHAHA!! STOP!! STOP STOP STOP STOP!! CLITORIS POLISHING AND TICKLING AT THE SAME TIME IS IMPOSSIBLE!! AHIHIHII!! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA?!♡♡♡!!"
Her face a mess of drool, tears, and snot; squirting weakly; barely able to twitch in her fixed position — desperately appealing that she had reached her limit. Clitoris-enlargement-polishing combined with full-body tickle torture was, without exaggeration, torture. She would do anything — anything — to make this stop. But Sion had no road open to her but to keep enduring it.
"Should I start on the nipples next? Oh, right — they're linked to the clitoris through sensation-sharing, aren't they? So it'll feel three times better. I'll use a stiffer brush than the clitoris one and knead them as I scrub. After this, even a pinch to the nipple will make you scream in masochistic climax — you might end up even more sensitive than the clitoris."
— GRIND GRIND GRIND GRIND GRIND!!
"AHHHH OHHHHH!! NIPPLES PLEASE STOP!!♡♡♡!! NIPPLES GOING TO BURST!! CLIT BURNING!! COMING!! CAN'T COME!! AHIHIHIHAHAHAHAHAHA?!♡♡♡!!"
The sensation of a rough hand grabbing and kneading the nipples. That brush-pleasure resonated and amplified back and forth between nipple and clitoris. Gasping until her throat went raw, she convulsed through full-body torture. The oxygen deprivation from tickle-induced hyperventilation made her consciousness dim rapidly.
"~~~~NGH!! ~~~~!!♡♡♡!! ~~NGH!!~~~!!"
"Out of strength already?"
CRACK!!
"NGHAAAH?!♡ COMING!!~~~ ah… hih… NGH?!?!"
The clitoris — soaked and saturated in pleasure, pushed far past the peak of any sensation — polished to a gleaming red jewel of flesh — was suddenly struck with a hard metal wand. Left to right, like a whip snap.
For a moment Sion had lost consciousness — and was forced awake by force.
"~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~NGH?!♡♡♡♡♡♡!!"
Several seconds passed before the merciless impact registered. Like sustaining a critical loss to part of her body — it took time to recognize what had happened. And then, from the moment recognition set in, even longer to process the agony.
"AGGH!! AH!!♡ HAAH!! HIH!! NGHH!!♡♡♡!!"
"Obviously — if you fall asleep again, punishment. I'll clamp down on your clitoris harder and stop you from blacking out. Oh — and I'll use a forced climax spell too. You won't be able to come — but… 'Come.'"
CREAK CREAK — KWEEN!
"COMINGGGGG?!♡♡!! COMING CAN'T COME!! NOOOOO!!♡♡♡!! AAAAAH!!!"
"That's not 'no' — that's 'I'm sorry.' Say it properly. 'Come.'"
KWEEN!!
"NGAAAAAAH?!♡♡!! THAT'S TOO MUCH!! I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY!! NGH!!♡♡♡!! I'M SORRRRYYYY!!♡♡♡!!"
In addition to the base — the middle and tip of the clitoris were also clamped by invisible magical force. And then into the clitoris — enlarged and compressed simultaneously — the simplest, most basic Carnal Arcana was fired into it.
"This might be the most effective approach for conditioning. Having a forced climax spell used on you while already edged is brutally agonizing, isn't it? 'Come.'"
KWEEN!!
"NGH!!♡ OHHHH?!♡♡!! LET ME COME!! LET ME COME LET ME COME LET ME COME!! PLEEEEASE!!♡♡!!"
The black-haired girl laughed and casually poured Carnal Arcana into Sion. Each time the wand tip glowed pink — a new scream erupted. Like being branded over and over with a red-hot iron — the agonized wailing never stopped. Dignity-stripped desperate begging for orgasm.
"If you pass out on your own again — I'll edge-orgasm you at double the strength, dozens of times. Hold on to consciousness with everything you have and feel good, got it?"
The wand was pressed threateningly against the clitoris.
"YES!! YES!! I UNDERSTAND!! I UNDERSTAND SO PLEASE DON'T FIRE AGAIN!!♡♡"
"Aha — glad we understand each other. As long as you behave, you won't be punished."
"Then — let's torment your pussy next. How many minutes until you go completely mad, I wonder?"
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[The Lewd-Touch Witch — Zena Broa. Innate magic: Invisible Carnal Arcana. She commands Carnal Arcana that is invisible, passes through objects, and acts directly on the nerves.]
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Next: Episode 15 — "Orgasm Challenge"