Sensory Blocking Magic (1)

The alarm stabbed through my ears and dragged me awake.

"Uggghhh..."

I rubbed at my bleary eyes and pushed myself upright.

"Nnngh..."

There wasn't a single spot on me that didn't hurt — my back, my waist, my arms. I sat there in a limp heap, letting out a long sigh, when my mind suddenly snapped into focus.

"...Why am I here?"

A barren little room with none of the decorations a girl might have put up. A handful of plain cosmetics sitting on the vanity. This was definitely my dorm room.

I'd gone all-out at the Grand Cathedral yesterday, so exhausted I'd just collapsed and slept where I fell. I'd told myself there was nothing I could do about it — but I never expected to wake up here, perfectly fine.

"Don't tell me... someone saw me?"

My heart hammered against my ribs. If someone had seen me and reported it, that was a crime I couldn't talk my way out of. In a world that worshipped the Holy God, blasphemy was punished with extreme severity.

"No, there's no way... hah, hah... I, I... nn..."

The emotions that had been surging so wildly lately shook me like a rag doll. Every worst-case scenario in existence flooded my head at once.

"Hah, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠hah... No, it's fine. It'll be fine. Yeah..."

I-I'm sitting here in my room, perfectly fine, aren't I?

I clenched the blanket so hard I nearly tore it, forcing myself to calm down. The body that had been trembling with fear and dread gradually settled.

...Right. Someone might have helped me, for all I know.

There was Yu-ra, who'd been friendly with me from the very start. So I still didn't know what had happened. Not yet.

"Hoo... hoo..."

First things first — I checked my body. Panties, bra, even pajamas: someone had dressed me carefully, piece by piece. Right. At the very least... if they'd had a grudge against me, they wouldn't have done this.

Locking me up for sexual torture... or, if not that, then some kind of dirty—

No, stop that!

I shoved aside the thoughts that kept veering into the gutter and opened the notification window.

The quest had definitely been completed. So I hadn't just hallucinated going to the cathedral.

Then who had brought me back?

The most reasonable guess... would be Archbishop Henri.

He'd have learned about the Saintess's shameful secret, but I was still the Saintess. And he'd said he understood the Holy God's true will — maybe he'd understood what I was doing. I couldn't think of anyone else. My disguise when I'd snuck out in the middle of the night had been perfect.

For now... I should stay away from the cathedral for a while.

How was I supposed to look the Archbishop in the face after putting on that kind of display? Even I didn't have that much shamelessness.

"First... I should wash up."

My body didn't feel grimy — someone had already cleaned me last night.

Wait. That actually makes it weirder... ugh...

I splashed some water on my face, then changed into my uniform.

"Oh, right."

That bastard must have come thick last night — my Impregnation Rate had jumped more than ten percent. Was I supposed to call that lucky? I ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠found myself absently stroking my lower belly.

After class today, I should go look for it with Yu-ra.

It was already halfway full. I needed to find the hole soon and get it plugged.

The moment I stepped out of my room, Yu-ra came bounding over as if she'd been waiting.

"Naho!!"

"Mmph... Y-Yu-ra..."

Her firm chest smothered my face. What a violent way to say hello. I loved it.

...Was it Yu-ra, maybe?

If she'd seen me yesterday... would she have been worried? Or disgusted?

I peeled her off and asked, as casually as I could.

"Did something happen?"

"Ah, no. I was just happy to see you."

"We saw each other yesterday and we're seeing each other today. What's the big deal?"

"Hehe."

She casually linked her arm through mine, and we walked toward class.

Hmm...

When I'd asked if something had happened, Yu-ra's expression had flickered with a hint of panic. She seemed to know something... but I couldn't just come out and ask. I arrived at class with nothing but that lingering unease.

The bell rang, and in walked Class 3's homeroom teacher, Park Ji-bo.

"Assemble on the athletic ground within five minutes. Execute!!"

"Execute!!!"

At Park Ji-bo's booming shout, the whole class bolted out of the room like they'd been shot from a cannon.

"Uh..."

"Hm? Oh Na-ho, why are you still standing there? Lateness means extra laps."

"Ah... Yessir!!"

Come to think of it, Yu-ra had taken off without so much as a backward glance. I shuddered with betrayal and scrambled toward the athletic ground.

The second I got there, I jabbed Yu-ra, who was staring at me like she'd seen a ghost.

"Hey, you seriously..."

"No, I thought you weren't coming again..."

"...Tsk. From now on, we go together."

"Okay!"

Well, we'd never done physical training together before...

As we waited for Park Ji-bo to come out, Yu-ra spoke up, looking apologetic.

"Turn around. I'll tie your hair up for you."

"Ah, okay."

We'd get hot during training, so tying it up made sense. I obediently let Yu-ra have my hair.

"Wow... Naho, your skin is so white."

"Nnnn... d-don't touch meee..."

"Whyyy, it's so soft."

The fingers gently stroking the nape of my neck sent a pleasant shiver racing through me. A drowsy sigh slipped out before I could stop it.

"Ahhnn..."

"*Gulp.* N-Naho?"

"Hm?"

"All done."

Yu-ra's face had gone strangely red. I fanned her with my hand, thinking she might be hot — and that's when Park Ji-bo arrived.

"Everyone on the line. We'll start light — twenty laps."

"...Huh?"

And the class started running without a word of complaint. Only Yu-ra was waiting for me.

"Come on, Naho. The track's huge so twenty laps take a while, but it's doable."

"...Okay."

Doable by whose standards, exactly...

I started running anyway. The track unfurling before my eyes was as vast as the Pacific Ocean. With every stride my ample chest bounced up and down, and my mind went roughly to mush.

"Hah, hah, I-I'm gonna die..."

And in less than a minute, I was a limp noodle. My pace was barely distinguishable from walking.

"On your left!"

"Hey!"

"On your left!"

"Hey..."

"On your left!"

"..."

Before I knew it, Yu-ra — already several laps ahead — pulled up beside me and started teabagging. Other kids who looked obviously fit streamed past without a break. Weirdly, though, the guys all slowed down the moment they drew up beside me.

"Hoo, hoo."

"Hah, Arthas..."

"Arthas, let's, hah, go together, hah, hah..."

And there was Arthas, with a swarm of girls trailing after him. Arthas himself couldn't have cared ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠less, running at his own pace.

"What is he... the Pied Piper?"

Aka the Pied Piper of pussy.

At least Annelise was matching his stride right beside him. Judging by the way she kept glancing over, she was definitely interested.

They look good together.

So hurry up and have sex already.

I was shuffling along, entertaining all kinds of thoughts, when I felt a hand on my back.

"Y-Yu-ra?"

"Hah, hah, I'll push you, so hang in there a little longer, Naho!"

"W-wait... hah, hah... you already finished?"

"Yep!"

Insane... she'd already done all twenty laps? Looking around, plenty of others had finished too. Especially the guys. Was this the average?

"...You don't have to do this."

"That's not it — the homeroom teacher's watching you."

A chill ran straight down the back of my neck. In the distance, Park Ji-bo was looking at me with a pained expression. The kind of look you'd give a sick puppy. So he could make a face like that.

No... but what am I supposed to dooo...

A Strength of 11 was, quite literally, a level of despair. Sure, if I pumped magic into my body I could run at the other kids' level — but then there'd be no point to physical training.

"Urgh..."

"N-Naho!!"

My body finally hit its limit and rebelled. The world went yellow and I dry-heaved. Forget about other people watching — I collapsed onto the track and gasped for air.

"Hah, hah, hah, hah..."

My chest heaved massively up and down. Those huge tits were crushing my lungs, making it even harder to breathe.

"Uggghhh... why do we even do thissss..."

"Naho, get up! You'll get another lap added!"

"Goddammit... this is so fucking Spartan..."

I ended up pumping a little magic into my body just to get myself standing. That's when I noticed the Class 3 guys in the distance.

"...Huh?"

"What?"

Under the shade of the bleachers, every single guy was staring at me, transfixed. Not one exception. Legs clamped together, eyes wide as saucers.

No way.

I glanced down. Sweat had soaked my white T-shirt until it clung to my skin like paint. And underneath... the black bra I'd thrown on without a second thought.

"Tsk..."

So this was another one of those woman problems. Right now my top was basically see-through, proudly advertising my huge tits. A white tee over a black bra — I might as well have worn it specifically to get people hard.

I spun around fast.

"Ugh... what do I do."

"Huh, now that I look, you didn't wear an undershirt?"

"...Yeah."

How was I supposed to know about that kind of thing... Come to think of it, she'd worn something over her underwear in the locker room too.

"..."

"Let's go tell the teacher first."

Yu-ra was fresh as a daisy except for a few drops of sweat on her face. Feeling wretched about my cursed Strength, I approached Park Ji-bo.

As expected, he showed zero interest in my racy outfit.

"What is it, Oh Na-ho. You've still got seventeen laps."

"...I, uh, wanted to put something on underneath."

"Hm? Ah... fine. Go ahead."

"Sir, I'll go with her..."

"Is Oh Na-ho a toddler? Lim Yu-ra, if you've got energy for other things, put it into more training."

"...Yessir."

At least he understood a woman's difficulties enough to let me go. Yu-ra couldn't get another word in and stayed put.

"I'll be right back."

"Okay... sorry I can't go with you."

"It's fine."

I covered my chest with one hand and hurried toward the classroom. I walked quickly down the quiet hallway and arrived at Class 3, opened the door, and threw a blouse on over my shirt.

"This should do it, right?"

And the moment I was about to leave—

A chime rang out.

"..."

I stopped and stared at the notification. Why is this so generous, you bastard? Did you suddenly find religion?

Walking away from that Strength +1 was too tempting to just do.

...I'm a little hooked.

A 1 might look small, but they add up before you know it. My Sensitivity stat had been stacking one point at a time, and it was already at 84.

"Fuck."

The curse slipped out as I stared ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠at the quest, wrestling with myself. If I used the clit technique I'd figured out last time, I could finish in ten minutes, max. And the remaining seventeen laps... well, I'd figure something out.

"...Let's do it."

Physical training was two hours total. About thirty minutes had passed, so I still had time. I glanced out the window, then slowly started taking off my clothes.

"Hah... smell of sweat."

Honestly, it wasn't so much sweat as... a pheromone of seduction? It wasn't unpleasant at all — just something sweet.

"Ugh... I sweat a lot, huh."

I took off my bra and used a towel from my bag to wipe the sweat pooled under my breasts. Then I peeled off the damp buruma, and finally my panties.

"Ah... I'm already a little wet..."

The sticky stuff made it clear this wasn't sweat — it was love juice. In just a few days, my body had become the kind that got wet from dirty thoughts alone. I'd wanted a girlfriend like this. I hadn't wanted to become a girl like this.

I gently stroked myself with my left hand as I looked around.

"...Maybe I'll try it over there."

I was about to sit in a chair and get to it when the edge of a desk caught my eye. In manga, people always seemed to have a really good time using those. I checked my surroundings one more time, then brought myself to the corner of the desk.

"Mm... nnh, it's cold..."

My soft, springy flesh pressed gently against the edge. True to the academy's reputation, the desks had been waxed to a polish — the plump folds scraped smoothly along the rounded corner.

"Haanh... ah, this is, pretty... ah..."

I dragged the rounded edge all the way down the length of my slit, then slowly scraped it back up the inside and flicked it off my clitoris. Pleasure raced up my spine, and my hips shuddered.

"Ah, that feels— nnh, ah, already..."

Squelch. Squelch. Squelch. Squelch.

Rattle. Rattle. Rattle. Rattle.

"Ah, aah... I'm coming, I'm cummiiing... mph, hngh...!!"

I clung to the desk, holding up legs that had gone weak. A streak of clear love juice sprayed across the polished surface with a slick sound. Lost in the afterglow, I glanced at the clock — it hadn't even been five minutes.

Hah... I'm not a rabbit.

My lower belly was still whining like it wasn't satisfied. Honestly, it felt so good I went for another round on the spot, then slipped out of the classroom as fast as I could.

"I'm lateee!!"

And so Oh Na-ho left the Class 3 classroom behind.

From the front doorway, someone stepped into view.

"N-Naho-chan... You're this kind of filthy pervert bitch, and you still had the nerve to ignore me like that, nya?"