Chapter 60
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 60
Chapter Title: Countess Bella Sodrus (3)
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The technique of imbuing one's voice with [Magic Power] and [Will] to alter reality. [Linguistic Magic]
Changing her solely through Linguistic Magic had been a grueling process.
Bella Sodrus, true to her status as a mage, possessed a formidable mental barrier and resisted most suggestions.
I recalled the first time I had tried implanting a suggestion in her.
Manipulating the untrained servants in the mansion had been so effortless that my arrogant attempt to rush Linguistic Magic on her stemmed from overconfidence.
When I commanded, "Treat me more kindly," she had scoffed in derision.
Unlike ordinary people with no resistance to magic, the effect of [Linguistic Magic] on her was minimal.
"...What do you think you're doing?" she had sneered coldly, looking at me with pitiful disdain.
It was an embarrassing failure. But there would be no second one.
"...Young Master."
The sound of knocking at dawn prompted me to open the door and greet the maid.
"Is Mother asleep?"
"Yes, she is."
The maid answered my question with a blank expression.
"Open the door."
Following the maid's guidance, I made my way to Mother's bedroom.
I carefully opened the door so as not to wake her.
Inside the room, Bella Sodrus lay sleeping soundly in comfortable attire.
Moonlight filtered softly through the blackout curtains, casting a gentle glow on the bridge of Mother's nose.
Her sleep quality didn't seem entirely satisfactory; her face looked more fatigued than serene.
On a bed far too spacious for one person, Mother slept on her side.
Father had gone on a pleasure trip to the capital with his young concubine, leaving Mother to occupy the vast room alone.
A phonograph in the room played a faint, elegant melody to aid restful slumber.
I lifted the needle slightly and replaced the record.
"...This should strengthen the suggestions."
It was a record infused with the subtleties of [Linguistic Magic].
Though its efficiency was only a sixth of a Linguistic Mage speaking directly, the fact that it played throughout her sleep compensated for the drawback.
A sixth of the effect meant that listening for six hours of deep sleep equated to one hour of direct suggestion from a Linguistic Mage.
From the replaced record, magic-infused [Words] took hold of her. Her weary expression gradually softened, her breathing slowing to a calm rhythm.
The initial suggestion on the record was designed to induce deeper sleep, preventing any mid-night awakenings.
In the midst of long, peaceful dreams, her mind would become more receptive to my suggestions.
Unbeknownst to her, ever so slowly...
"...Perfect."
Confirming that the phonograph's magic was taking effect, I slipped out of the room as cautiously as I had entered.
Bella, now plunged into even deeper slumber, remained oblivious to my visit and slept on soundly.
Handing the original classical LP to the waiting maid outside, I instructed her.
"Replace it with this record before Mother wakes."
"Understood, Young Master."
When she awoke, the only sensation would be feeling refreshed from a good night's sleep—no sense of incongruity whatsoever.
Anticipating her growing vulnerability to Linguistic Magic, I returned to my room.
Once the record-based indoctrination began, she started accepting my suggestions bit by bit.
Having never implanted suggestions while she was awake, she remained completely unaware of being under Linguistic Magic.
"Lian? Focus on the lesson."
"...Sorry, Mother."
"If you're going to force your own mother into clothes like these, the least you could do is pay attention."
Grumbling, she adjusted her persistently erect nipples and continued the lesson.
Exposing so much skin had become a natural part of her lessons, as if it were routine.
Today's outfit pleased my eyes once more.
"The best way to practice [Magic Power] manipulation is through [Telekinesis] training."
Her fingertips glowed brightly, and the book began to float gently.
"Oh..."
"Mastering the delicate control of [Telekinesis]—a fundamental conversion of magic into force—makes it easier to wield magic in other ways."
True to her reputation as a prodigy favored by the Magic Tower, her explanations were accessible even to a novice like me.
Instructor's high skill level recognized.
[Magic Power Manipulation] proficiency rising rapidly.
The sensation of wielding magic differed from my previous world, so I needed to acclimate to these new methods.
I practiced projecting telekinetic force by manipulating various objects in the room with magic.
"This is pretty tough..."
Turning just a single page of a book suspended in midair with telekinesis was incredibly challenging.
Fixing the book in place while delicately applying force to flip only one page demanded immense concentration.
Too little force, and the book plummeted. Too much, and multiple pages flipped or tore.
"...Do you need an incentive, perhaps?"
Bella Sodrus watched my failures with growing anxiety and spoke up.
For the sake of my magical progress, she now considered any act entirely reasonable.
And those "any acts" included sexual rewards.
At my nod, she bit her lower lip, her face flushing as she made her promise.
"...Ten seconds."
"Pardon?"
"If you complete this task... you can fondle me with telekinesis for ten seconds... I permit it..."
Her voice trailed off in deep shame, ears burning red as she whispered.
The prospect of toying with her body for ten seconds upon completion ignited my motivation.
Offering her own flesh as a lewd tutoring prize proved remarkably effective.
After desperately trying various approaches, I finally grasped it on the tenth attempt.
"You did it, Lian!" She beamed, her face lighting up. She had watched my first nine failures with pity, but now she smiled radiantly.
'The other suggestions are taking hold well, too.'
Another implant—"Treat my achievements as your own"—seemed to be working splendidly.
Since then, she approached my lessons with fervent enthusiasm.
Her attitude toward me grew subtly warmer by the day; she now often called me Lian instead of Lian Sodrus.
"Succeeding on the tenth try without a single hint—brilliant, Lian! It reminds me of my own childhood!"
Noticing my quiet gaze as I praised her silently, she tilted her head.
"...?"
"May I claim my reward now?"
"Uh, um...? Oh, right. Yes... of course...?" Her joyful expression flushed with embarrassment and confusion in an instant.
Assuming a prim facade, she squeezed her eyes shut and declared.
"Ten... exactly ten seconds. I'll count precisely, so do as you please for just ten seconds..."
Hoping the time would pass swiftly, she thrust out her chest, turned her head aside, and closed her eyes.
The sight of the married woman gnawing her soft lips and offering her plump breasts for teasing was utterly erotic.
Applying my newly learned telekinesis, I made her breasts jiggle while delicately tormenting her nipples.
"Ngh... Lian...!"
Her soft mounds bounced up and down, flaunting their resilient bounce.
Her peach-like nipples stiffened erect, proclaiming her arousal at her son's caress.
As she stifled moans and tried to count, I ambushed her pussy with a sudden tease.
"...Hngh... Lian...! Th-that spot...?"
"You didn't specify where to fondle with telekinesis, Mother."
"Hah... Common... sense... ngh...♥"
Ignoring her protest, I stroked Bella Sodrus's lewd slit.
Rubbing her already damp folds elicited a sweet moan from Bella.
"Haht...♥ Stop now...♥ Ten seconds passed a while ago...!"
"My, you must count accurately. As always."
"Ngh... Lian...!♥ Te...nnuh..." Rather than argue and waste time, she opted to count quickly to end the caressing. Her trembling voice began tallying the seconds.
"Nii...ne..." I flicked her swelling clit with telekinesis, teasing it mercilessly.
"Eigh...♥ Fii...!♥ Foh...♥ Threh...♥" As if counting down to climax, ignoring seconds and racing through numbers, I intensified the torment with each utterance.
"T...♥ T-Two.....♥ E-End....doneee...♥"
Determined not to disgracefully climax before her son, she clenched her thighs tightly, dripping obscene juices, but barely held back her peak.
To the seemingly spent Bella, who slumped down, I said.
"My, are you alright, Mother?"
Glancing at me with resentful eyes, Mother retorted.
"Lian...! No more rewards like this, understand...!"
Her teary glare and threat held no terror.
It was a scene repeated countless times already.
"Apologize to me right now...!"
Fuming, she thrust her lips toward me.
Thanks to the third suggestion implanted in her, apologies became a source of great pleasure.
*Mwah, smooch, smack...♥*
A prolonged kiss. A deep French kiss tenderly caressing my tongue—one she believed was the most courteous apology reserved solely for her son.
*Smooch, *puha*...♥ Apologizing so passionately inside my mouth—you must truly be sorry...♥ *Smack*...♥
Clinging to her son's lips in a depraved exchange of saliva forbidden between parent and child, she joyfully accepted my courteous apology.
*Smack...♥ *Smooch*...♥ *Puha* Th-this much remorse has certainly come through."
Though she spoke with dignified authority to assert dominance, her ragged breaths and aroused expression betrayed her completely.
"Thank you, Mother."
Gazing at her ripening ever more deliciously, I pondered ways to fully subjugate her to me.