Forcing the Fucking Racist into Public Exposure Life-Ending (3)

"This is the fifth command. Go back outside and duel someone—anyone."

"…That's it?"

Misha blinked. She'd just exposed her naked body to a horde of students, and now this? A simple duel was barely more effort than lying down and eating cake for the peerless genius mage Misha.

I was puzzled for a second too—like, what's this bitch thinking? But then:

"Instead, during the duel, you'll only use your bio-wand to cast spells."

"…Bio-wand?"

"Specifically, your tits and pussy."

"Wh-what the fuuuuuck!?"

Oh, the bio-wand setup coming back to bite her here. And this chick hadn't even seen my dick wand yet, but out of sheer determination to crush me, she'd arrived at the same twisted idea. You're a real piece of work, you know that?

"No way! Bio-wand? I've never even heard of anyone using something like—"

"And the sixth: if you lose, you take off that bag on your head."

"Wh-what the fuuuuuck!?"

She even doubled down, adding 'reveal your identity upon defeat.' Misha's face turned beet red. Peerless mage or whatever, this just sounded like "go outside and ruin your life."

"That's…"

"Oh, too cruel? ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Then seventh command: if you lose, stick a white flag in your ass and shake it. If your opponent forgives you, you can keep the bag on."

Shoving a flag up her shithole and waggling it—what kind of mercy is that? I was impressed; Misha must've been reeling.

Tears streamed down her face.

"You pervert fuck…"

"Didn't you say my mom couldn't use mana, so she whored herself out in a brothel and popped out trash like me? You said that shit, so you deserve this."

"……."

Hmm, that brothel drip was a bit much. Any tiny pity I felt vanished.

'Okay, I'll toss you in a whorehouse later.'

I resolved to put her down for good in my mind. Munching popcorn, I watched Misha's expression. Would she beg, or obey meekly?

I expected begging, but:

"…Fine. I'll do it."

"Oh, really?"

"If I refuse, you'll just give some even weirder command, you fucking dog…."

Surprisingly compliant. Isabelle the janitor's eyes went wide in shock.

"Pretty confident, huh?"

"Hell yeah I am! Well, no—but at least with magic, I can try…."

"Then let's motivate you more. Eighth command: if you lose, from now on, declare to everyone that today's mess was all because Misha's a pervert."

That led to the eighth, and:

"Ninth: when using the bio-wand, spread your legs and pry your pussy open. Pinch your nipples too."

"……."

"Tenth: if you lose, you can never wear clothes again. Unless you wanna be mana-less, you'll live naked forever."

Riding the momentum, we hit the tenth. Isabelle grinned mischievously—a real bratty little shit smile.

"Then the white flag… oh? There's one right here."

"I-I don't know! That wasn't here before!"

"I was gonna say use your panties or something, but… oh well, use this."

"……."

'I just put that there.'

Her disciple outdid the master in depravity—dizzying, but minor. Misha meekly took the flag. Her white-knuckled grip screamed resolve.

-Mumble mumble.

"Just win. I can do it. Bio-wand? Piece of cake. Because it's me."

She muttered something, then yanked the leather pouch back over her head. Whirling around, black twintails flying—

'Damn, her gum-chew tit morph is so flat. What a shame.'

Her crotch still dripped wet, making it all the trashier, but whatever. Creak, thud.

Misha stepped out. I figured Isabelle would follow, but:

-Rustle rustle.

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"…Hehe."

Instead, she pulled something from Misha's desk. A crystal orb.

"I'll make sure Misha's downfall spreads far and wide…."

…Recording and distributing? Makes sense—everyone here was women. Whatever storm Misha kicked up was just a teacup tempest. Expulsion at worst.

But if it leaked outside? Game over. The peerless mage Misha humiliatingly defeated—spreading through tight-knit mage society. She'd never show her face again…

"Whatever happens, not my problem."

Isabelle thought the same, strolling out leisurely, like she knew exactly what was coming. Following the sweat drops on the floor, she arrived at a remote shed in the academy garden.

Misha was there.

"Eek, eeeeek…!!!"

Practicing first, huh? Smart—no chance if she jumped in cold. And not too close, lest Isabelle interfere. Clever girl.

But:

Thud thud.

Isabelle turned at the shed door like she'd planned it. Cupping hands to her mouth, she bellowed:

"Help! There's a pervert jerking off naked in here!!!"

"……!???"

While Misha reeled:

-Pat pat.

"The pervert's here!?"

"Yes!!! In the shed!!!"

"Come out, you disgrace to the academy!!!"

Cadets swarmed in. A Fleur member I'd modded with lopsided tits earlier yanked open the door and dragged Misha out.

Even tumbling on the filthy ground, Misha jammed the pouch back on without pause.

"What's going on…? What the hell is that!?"

"Naked? And what's on her head?"

"Bullying?"

More cadets gathered, buzzing. Some suspected bullying since the first spotter was Fleur—but:

"She was groping her tits and pussy inside non-stop!!!"

"…For real!?"

"Yes!!!"

The cute janitor's cry sold it. Everyone clocked Misha as a total exposure freak.

"Whoever you are, take it off and show your face. You're a woman, so no reporting… yet."

Thud. Lopsided-tits stepped forward. Her hand reached for the pouch—but:

"I-I challenge you to a duel!"

"…What?"

"Fleur tradition! Honor demands we accept any cadet's duel challenge!! You know that!!"

Misha slipped in the challenge. Her distorted voice sounded like a whiny kid, hilarious while preaching honor. Lopsided-tits froze in disbelief—but:

-Whoosh!

"Then begin!! M-me first attack!!!"

Misha spread her legs heedless. Pinching nipples, prying pussy wide—desperately forging her bio-wand. But to onlookers:

"Talking duel then straight to masturbating!? You pervert!!!"

"N-no!! This is bio-wand…."

"Like that exists, perv!!!"

Yeah, even to them, it screamed masturbation. She was trying her best, though. Poor thing.

Hmm, scratch "poor thing." Straight to the abyss with you.

"If you want a duel that bad, as a Fleur member, I'll honorably oblige! You might not know, but first to breach defense and land a spell wins!"

Lopsided-tits stepped up like me. Her tit still flopped out, milk dripping—who was she to judge? But she was serious. Elite Fleur vs. pussy-nipple-wand-only Misha.

"Kuhehe…♡"

Isabelle secretly filming everything. Onlookers too. Even I expected her crushing defeat…

"Hraaaaaah!!!"

Misha yanked her nipples hard—stretching tits like cheese. Pussy gaped virgin-membrane visible. Exposing like that before cadets—and the result?

-Fwoosh.

"Chain Lightning!!!"

Blue energy gathered at nipples and pussy. Converging at her navel, forming lightning chains.

The peerless mage had honed her tit-and-pussy wand in one day. Everyone, me included, was floored.

The chains lashed at lopsided-tits…

-Ting.

"…Pfft, bio-wand my ass. Weaker than a roadside twig."

"……."

A casual wand flick dispersed it. Damage check: Misha dealt 200 to the shield. Shield capacity: 20,000.

"…Huh?"

Misha stared at her heaving tits in disbelief. Didn't see the gear gap coming.

"Kuhuhuhu…♡"

What now, as Isabelle said? All eyes on Misha.

Her choice: bolt.

-Pat pat.

"……!!!"

Misha sprinted across campus, sweat dripping from her crotch, flag in hand—way pathetic-er than panty-shitters.

"Stop, you perv!!!"

Lopsided-tits ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠gave chase, cadets swarming behind. No one noticed Isabelle smirking out front.

"Hek, hek…!!!"

Still clinging to hope, hating them yet hunting mana-less across campus.

Too bad for her:

'Yes.'

I'd warped every mana-less she neared. She didn't know.

Misha combed campus in hopeless torment…

"Eek, this'll never end!!! Take this—Chain Lightning!!!"

…until lopsided-tits swung her wand. Lightning chains crossed campus, smacking Misha's back.

"Kyaaaaah!?"

Misha flopped pathetically. Tits-first slide—ouch.

"Uh, um. I held back on mana…."

Even lopsided-tits felt bad. But Misha's humiliation was just starting.

She gripped the flag tight. Then, without hesitation, jammed it up her asshole.

"…What?"

"I lost!! But c'mon, forgive me just once!!!"

Wriggle wriggle—Misha hiked her ass, shaking furiously. Flag flapping—probably the trashiest surrender ever.

[—Seventh command. If you lose, stick a white flag in your ass and shake it. If forgiven, keep the head bag.]

We knew why, but to others? Pure ass-clown show.

"What the hell is that?"

"At least say something!!! Just forgive me!!!"

Pleading to lopsided-tits. Who crushed her hopes.

"Forgive what!? You defiled my honor with that shit—calling the guards!!!"

"…Ah."

Misha sighed hollowly. Slowly reaching for the pouch… she removed it.

"W-wait, Misha!?"

"Why…?"

Murmurs as her identity dawned. Even perception block failed before friends.

Bad enough—but:

-Squish.

"Ahaha, ahahaha…."

Misha started masturbating. Full throttle before friends. Pussy-stabbing squelches echoed.

[—Fourth command. If anyone but me discovers your identity, start jerking off the instant your name's called. Cum within 1 minute.]

"Faster, fasterrrr!!!"

Fail the minute, and all this was for naught. She'd have been better off refusing from the start.

Hence the desperate pussy-pounding—but:

'No fun if you do. Sense Blockade.'

The skill I'd used fucking the priestess. Misha's face twisted in confusion.

-Squish.

"H-huh…? Why suddenly…."

"……."

"N-no!!! Nooooooo!!!"

She rubbed frantically in disbelief. Squelches boomed down the hall. Prompting scorn.

"Misha… I admired you, but a pervert?"

"N-no, Helena!! This is!!!"

"Some excuse?"

"N-nooo… I did it 'cause I'm a pervert…."

"You are!!"

Lopsided-tits spat disgust. Jeers rained: "Betrayed!", "Ass-flag? Insane!", "Disgusting!"

With the jeers, her 1-minute timer expired.

"…Ah."

Misha's hand dropped from her pussy. She felt it. No more magic. The mana-less she'd despised.

"Hic…."

Tears flowing, she collapsed—but:

'Where you squeezing juice? Sense Blockade release.'

Snap. Amplification: 20x. Not 1 minute—20 minutes of full-throttle pleasure slammed at once.

Her sinking ass shot up.

"Ooooooooh!!?!"

"M-Misha!?"

"C-caaan't hoooold♡ Thiiiis, braiiiins meeeelt♡♡♡"

Psheeeee—!!! Squirts erupted. Body convulsing, ass-flag thrashing. Cute face twisted in ahegao mess.

"Pussaaaay, gooooone♡ I'm cuuuummiiing♡ Aheeeee♡♡"

"Cumming untouched!? Misha's such a perv!!!"

Isabelle cheered gleefully, orb capturing it eternally. Name and shame exposed—soon campus-wide…

'Not my problem. Invisibility off!!'

"What's all this racket!?"

Perfect timing—dropped stealth, feigned arrival, eyes wide.

"This is…."

"Doyeon, profeeeessor♡ Thiiiis, reaaal♡ Eeeend…."

"Shut it, perv!! Bind!!!"

Quick improv skill. Gag on her mouth.

"Mmmph♡ Mmph, mmph!!!"

"To think a perv infiltrated the academy our founder built… Handing you to the guards."

I hoisted her up. No intention of actually turning her in.

'I'd let most slide, but padrip crossed the line.'

Disciple, good work. Master'll dump this trash.