What I Needed Wasn't a Slave, But a Teaching Assistant
The most representative difference between emotional magic studies and theoretical magic studies lies in precision.
In emotional magic studies, the way mana is handled resembles sweeping dust off a desk with the palm of your hand.
Quick and wide-ranging, shaped by the caster's imagery.
If the imagery is strong enough, it could even become a mop or a broom—or simply washing everything away with water.
But precision suffers.
Because you have to imagine wiping away each speck of dust one by one, the spell's performance and speed inevitably weaken.
Theoretical magic studies, or logical magic, on the other hand, is like using fingers.
A meticulous stroking of mana across a small area.
The more skilled the mage and the higher the level of the magic formula, the more precisely the sections are divided and densely filled in.
It's as if hundreds or thousands of tiny fingers sweep through every single spot without missing anything.
Thousands of fingers penetrated through the gaps beneath her dress.
The pristine lower body of a ducal daughter—who had never allowed anyone but her maids to touch her—was being relentlessly teased without a single gap left untouched.
Even places her attendants dared not approach were being pressured by mana.
Eventually, the most precious part that she couldn't even show freely to the parents who gave birth to and raised her was being grabbed and pulled.
She resisted with all her might, yet the fabric was torn to shreds beneath her dress while she was still wearing it.
Even as she watched the two men pass by with dirt and dust clinging to her, all she could do was silently pray they wouldn't notice.
Until she was finally thrown out of the room along with the trash, she couldn't even open her mouth out of sheer shame.
"How do you think it felt?"
"Please, at least spare my life…"
"That's a difficult request. I want to tear you apart and kill you right now. I'm already exhausted from everyone calling me a villainess. Should I show you what that looks like?"
"Hiiik…!"
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How did things end up like this?
I had only wanted to clean the room because it was dirty.
That was supposed to be part of our plan. Since the servants had made a mess of things, I needed to step in and improve my image.
The room had been filthy, but Rayburn had used magic to clean it thoroughly for her sake.
That was the heartwarming story I had been aiming for—so how did it come to this?!
"Magic that reaches inside the dress? That can only be intentional."
"It's not! I configured it that way to clean under the bookshelves as well!"
"Really? Your mana felt far too dense for something as logical as that."
My head, which had been pressed against the floor, was lifted by her hand.
Those emerald-like eyes and the smile that promised nothing good.
She glared at me as if she wanted to devour me whole, and she was disgustingly beautiful.
Not as a metaphor—literally.
I have a condition where seeing someone exceptional makes my stomach churn…
"Can you honestly say you didn't feel anything as your mana swept up my legs? Were you really just making excuses about magic while secretly indulging your desires?"
"I-I would never…"
"You thought your brother was in the way, didn't you?"
Huh? Brean?
What was she talking about? Why would my sponsor be in the way?
Her voice had softened, but her words hadn't. When I snapped back to attention and looked up, the eyes that had been glaring at me had turned gentle.
"If it had been just the two of us, you could have played with this woman without worrying about being seen. Haven't you ever thought about that?"
"W-What…!"
"You're quite the shameless husband. Doing something like this even with your brother—the future head of the family—watching."
Wait, wait.
This woman was making a massive misunderstanding.
She thought I had cast the magic because I wanted to tease her without my brother noticing.
Why would I do that?
I had set up the magic formula to run completely automatically—I had no idea what had happened!
Did she not realize what would occur the moment tactile sensation was added to a cleaning spell?
Right. I needed to explain this logically.
There were plenty of things under the bookshelves that no one would want to touch.
Of course it was fully automatic, and the torn underwear was simply the pattern accounting for when trash got caught between objects!
"That's…!"
"Stand up."
"…!"
The sticky voice whispered right against my ear, freezing my thoughts for a moment.
It wasn't magic.
This allure was a power she possessed herself—the charm that stopped a person's thoughts and drew them in.
"Did you like me so much that you wanted to take me right in front of your brother?"
She truly lived up to being called a villainess.
Conversely, the fact that she had ruined everything despite having this charm was something else entirely.
As she said, when I straightened my knees, my eye level changed, but nothing else did. She looked beautiful even from above, and her downward gaze remained composed.
"T-That's absolutely not the case…"
"Are you saying I'm not attractive? That's offensive in its own way."
"Uh, not touching would be better—"
The moment I could look down at her lasted only briefly.
Her expression vanished at my words, and she snatched my hand as it flailed uselessly in the air.
"Uh, uwaah!"
Thud—
It happened in an instant.
She had been sitting on the sofa, grabbed my hand, and stood up. With all my weight shifted forward, I toppled over.
"Don't misunderstand. Being dragged here against my will is already infuriating enough. Now I have to be ignored by someone like you?"
In the blink of an eye, our positions had reversed—she was on top, and I was on the bottom.
Though perhaps only I thought kneeling had been more comfortable.
Her weight pressed down fully on my body as she straddled me.
If I hadn't used Ditto to enlarge my frame, I might have been completely pinned and unable to move. The pressure made that thought cross my mind.
"Well, it's not the worst, at least. You're nothing like the rumors."
"……Could I hear a little about what those rumors said? Preferably without it hurting too much."
"Oh my? That might be difficult."
Frisia chuckled as she pressed her lower body down against mine, shifting her weight.
With nothing beneath that single dress.
Just the movement of her hips was enough to smear a sticky, heated sensation across my body.
"Um, if you could just stay still…"
"There's a joke going around that the rumored Rayburn Clobias is indistinguishable from a mutant goblin mage. Want me to tell you the details?"
"I'm sorry, please don't say anything. I'll never be curious again."
Gob……lin?
Those weakest monsters that were stupid but made up for it with numbers?
Stupidity alone might be forgivable, but they were vile creatures with strong sexual appetites that kidnapped human women to use as sex slaves.
No matter how I thought about it, something was wrong. My reputation couldn't possibly be that bad.
I hadn't done anything to deserve such insults. I'd lived quietly without bothering anyone, so why was I being evaluated so poorly? Was there something going on?
"You seem hurt. Was 'goblin' too much?"
"The fact that anyone could like hearing that is what's strange…"
"Is that so? I rather like the rumor. I came expecting the worst kind of trash, but you're not half bad."
Frisia, who had been straddling my body, slid down into my embrace, pressing our bodies together.
She didn't stop the movement of her hips. Even as her weight spread out, she hugged me tighter, pressing herself more firmly against me.
Moreover, those massive weights that had caught my eye from the very first moment.
Without the muscles created by Ditto, my chest would have been crushed and I wouldn't have been able to breathe. That heavy softness now filled my chest completely.
"You're tall. Handsome face. Good body for someone who's been holed up doing magic research. Your skin isn't bad either."
"Th-Thank you…"
No, that was Ditto.
My real body was short and frail—hardly reliable at all.
Even my parents ignored me, saying I didn't suit the Clobias family, whose main duty was entertaining visiting lords…
"I like your low, deep voice too. It would be nice if you didn't stutter."
Ah, that part was my real voice.
"I was wondering if you brought someone else to deceive me."
I'm truly sorry. It is the same person, but you're also right that it's deception.
"I-I am Rayburn. Why would I be anyone else?"
"I believe you. Your magic skill alone was certain. No ordinary person could use magic like that. Only someone who's devoted years solely to magic research."
Frisia's flushed face drew closer until it slipped from my view.
And then I heard her rough breathing right against my ear.
"This mansion seems to hate me. Doesn't it?"
"It does have that tendency…"
"The servants all dislike my arrival. Even your brother, the future head, doesn't look at me favorably. And the man who calls himself my husband does things like this…"
"Th-That really wasn't intentional—"
"Hah."
Thud—
Frisia thrust her hips hard, pressing down firmly on the corresponding part of my lower body with her own.
Huh? Wait.
Uh-oh?
"Haaht…!"
"Wh-What…!"
"What's wrong? Weren't you hoping to do this to me?"
"I-I said I wasn't!"
"But your body seems quite eager."
The sensation, the sensation, the sensation, the sensation.
I didn't even feel pain. Through the organ located there, I could vividly sense the shape of her unspeakable part.
The underwear, pants, her dress—those miscellaneous scraps of fabric between us couldn't stop the already swollen organ from going wild.
What was she thinking, doing something like this?
Frisia's face and expression were fixed beside me, against my ear, so I couldn't see them.
What I could feel was the incredibly soft fragrance coming from her body,
and the way my ears seemed to melt at the moan she let out the moment we touched.
"Just say one thing. Tell me that the only one who can touch me is you. If it's you, you can make me yours alone, can't you?"
"Mine alone…"
"Monopolize me. Make sure no one else can touch me. If you do that, you can use this body however you want."
Squish.
My hand, which should have been far away, was somehow now kneading the side of her breast.
It absolutely wasn't intentional. Through the fabric, my palm felt softness, while the back of my hand was held by a hot touch that guided my hand in kneading.
"Huuu…… How about it? An excellent woman who's been groomed since childhood to become the crown prince's consort. Doesn't it feel like fate that you can have such a woman all to yourself?"
"Uh, uuuuh…"
"Haaht… Huaaah… If an opportunity comes, you have to seize it, right? Are you going to share this woman with others?"
The voice carrying her innate charm let out moans right against my ear.
My back was against the floor. In front of me, I was covered by the finest female body as if buried under a blanket, and my head was losing strength.
I had tried to struggle free, but all I could do was change direction. Even with Ditto making me stronger than usual, I couldn't shake her off—instead, she wrapped herself more tightly around me.
Wasn't this fine?
If both sides were willing, wasn't that good enough?
After all.
This woman didn't seem like much of a threat to me.
I knew her intentions. If she was going to be taken advantage of anyway, she wanted to narrow it down to just me. And if I—a mage who seemed surprisingly capable—protected her, others wouldn't be able to torment her so easily.
Our plan had already failed. Now that she was trying to cling to me, she wouldn't give me any reason to drive her out.
And I, too,
didn't feel the need to chase Frisia away.
"Please…… I have nowhere else to go…… I don't want to go to someone scarier than you. Before that happens…… Haah……"
"Uh, hiik…!"
Something soft and wet entered my melting ear.
The arms wrapped around my head pulled me in tighter. She lunged at me as if trying to lick and devour everything inside.
Nothing could be heard in my neglected opposite ear anymore.
What I heard through the ear that had become one with Frisia were even more desperate moans and the primal sound of mucous membranes rubbing together.
"Take me. I'll become a slave who can do anything you want. One who's only for you…"
Hot.
The heat was so intense it felt like my head would melt.
The soft sensation slipped away from my palm.
Leaving the heat against my ear behind, Frisia blew that hot sigh against my face as she climbed back on top.
"More…… You can do more…"
My hand was slowly moving downward.
Our eyes met.
Her breath, filled with excitement, grew endlessly hotter and filled my airways.
Her mouth and nose drew so close there was no escape, trying to push everything else out so that nothing but her could enter.
And then,
"I'll offer you everything, so make me yours. Darling."
'Ah, this won't do.'
Click—
My vision blacked out for a moment.
When I opened my eyes, I was still in darkness, but a different room came into view.
My body, now free, felt light.
The sudden temperature difference between Frisia's warmth that had been heating me moments ago and the chilly underground workshop made goosebumps rise on my skin.
"An excellent mage always prepares an emergency escape method."
Did she really think I would just take it?
I'm a shut-in who could be kicked out by my parents at any moment.
I had already carved a teleportation magic formula into my bones that would return me to the workshop.
"Huu…… After catching my breath, I should go back with a change of underwear. And bring Brean with me."
Sigh, if that guy hadn't run away, it wouldn't have become such a big deal.
How could he just abandon his older brother in a crisis and flee?
When he got trapped after sneaking into a dungeon without our parents knowing, I had rushed to save him right away. If he weren't my sponsor…
"……She said I could do whatever I wanted?"
Frisia Legator. Just what had happened to her that she had fallen so far?
No, had she really fallen?
She exuded a lewdness that made it impossible to believe she was a maiden who had preserved her chastity,
but in her eyes at the very end, I had seen a flame still burning. If it hadn't been there, I would have given in.
Maybe she wasn't clinging to me, but pretending to submit while looking for an opportunity……
……
No way.
Yeah, no way. That couldn't be it.
"If I'm right…… wouldn't it be fine to research together…?"
I had been happy thinking I'd gained a research assistant……
She had been pouring out theoretical magic knowledge, and I had been so pleased. Then she just drifted away like that…
"No, there's still a possibility…!"
She was just a pervert who happened to be born lewd!
If that was the case, I had plenty of ways to deal with it!
"Now…… I think I had a Unicorn's Horn stored away somewhere…"
A spell to maintain chastity. It was high difficulty, but with a Unicorn's Horn, the difficulty would drop considerably.
Only if the target was a virgin.
If……
If, by some chance.
She had no chastity or purity left—someone who had already done everything with her former fiancé, the crown prince, or other men.
Someone who had been in the same department as those idiots who did it in the library full of mages just for the thrill.
"The unicorn won't forgive that."
Unicorn's Horn. Equipped.