Engraving the New Law

The "laws" created by the New Order magic of Laura Arnold's hypnotic life are similar to the neutralized state of the Hypnosis Rune Magic. If I maintain my concentration—simply put, as long as my mana is continuously consumed—the effect persists. ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠The difference from the Hypnosis Rune Magic is that with the rune, if my concentration breaks even once, I have to go through the trouble of showing Laura the ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠"sigil" again. But a law is different. It is like painting black over a blank white canvas. Once a law is engraved, it never disappears. It is merely obscured. The moment I focus again, Laura falls right back into the world of that law.

"...So that's how to use the New Order magic, as far as I've instinctively figured it out."

To be honest, seeing Laura with the light completely drained from her eyes was a bit chilling. I could more or less understand the Hypnosis Rune Magic, which merely neutralized a person, but what on earth was the true nature of this Psychological Domination magic that allowed me to hold someone's very mind in the palm of my hand and play with it?

"Whew... It must be thanks to the power of the Armonomicon."

Even as I spoke, I caressed the dangerous grimoire hanging at my hip. Honestly, the underlying principles didn't matter to me. As long as I could play with a sparkling, high-class lady like Laura Arnold to my heart's content, that was perfectly fine by me!

"In this state, she'll probably obey absolutely ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠any command I give... Let's see. Laura! Get down on your hands and knees. You are going to be my human chair!"

The moment I cast the Command Magic, Laura immediately became a human chair. Her perfectly flat, horizontal back felt like the ideal spot to rest my rear.

"Heh, hehehe... Good, very good. A human chair is the bare minimum to kick off a proper bullying session."

Sitting on Laura's surprisingly sturdy back made me feel like the entire world belonged to me. Come to think of it, with Psychological Domination magic, couldn't I lay my hands on other noble girls besides Laura?

"Well, since I haven't completely ruined Laura's life yet, I should focus on her for the time being..."

I lightly slapped Laura's plump, bouncy butt with my right hand.

"Laura, what color are your panties today? And tell me the story behind them."

"I am wearing black panties today. They have a single ribbon on the lower abdomen, and I wear them when I want to feel special."

Grabbing Laura's skirt and flipping it up over her back, I saw that she was indeed wearing black panties. Of course, I had no intention of leaving them on. I grabbed them and slid them down to her knees, exposing her flushed, red pussy.

"Laura, does your pussy still hurt?"

"I feel a constant stinging pain and a sensation of something foreign inside."

Well, of course it hurts. I ruthlessly tore her hymen by stirring my fingers around inside her on a whim. Serves her right. Though she didn't seem to realize such a tragedy had even occurred.

"Laura, do you masturbate?"

"I have never masturbated."

"Why haven't you?"

"Because I have never felt sexual desire. Furthermore, masturbation is an extremely filthy act."

Just the kind of response you'd expect from a haughty noble girl. It was a terribly cliché answer, viewing sexual desire itself as something dirty.

"Laura, what do you think is the greatest humiliation of your life?"

"...I do not know."

As expected, she couldn't answer things she didn't know. No matter how deep her state of Psychological Domination, if I asked her to solve an immortality magic formula that even genius mages couldn't crack, she wouldn't magically know the answer.

"Still, it's not very fun to just watch her stand there blankly in this mindless, dominated state..."

Even if I shoved my fingers into her pussy again in this state, what would be the point? It wouldn't be fun. Her hymen was already gone; doing that would just be serving her body. What about having her lick my pussy? I could easily picture how good that would feel, which actually made it less appealing. No, Laura needed to show some proper reactions and emotions—just like when she was semi-conscious—for me to feel that thrilling, spine-tingling pleasure that makes my own pussy turn soaking wet...

"Heh, hehehe... Good, very good. Let's do this instead, Laura."

Ah, so this is what it feels like to have a stroke of genius.

"New Order...!"

Let's paint a splash of crimson over this blank white canvas.

Ramnusia Yuno is terrible at magic. For me, this was incredibly fortunate and something to be grateful for. Since the real "me" knew absolutely nothing about magic, if someone suddenly demanded that I perform spells at the level of a second-year high school academy student, I would never be able to do it. Acting like a super-trash, failing student made it so nothing I did seemed "out of place," which was a massive relief.

"You really should be able to cast basic magic like this by now, Miss Ramnusia."

The magic teacher standing next to me looked at me with deeply pitying eyes, but it didn't change the results. I was studying hard in my own way, but I genuinely couldn't do it.

"Pfft, look at Ramnusia. She really is a disgrace to the nobility."

"I'm telling you, there's something wrong with her bloodline."

"I have no idea how a piece of trash like her holds such a high rank!"

Since this was a practical magic class, we were standing in a fairly spacious area, yet the voices mocking me were crystal clear. Well, honestly, that wasn't what mattered today, so it didn't hurt my feelings at all.

"Miss Laura. Please demonstrate for Miss Ramnusia once more."

"Yes, Professor Hecate. I shall gladly perform a little service for the sake of poor, pitiful Ramnusia, who cannot even cast such simple magic."

Let's out a light snort, Laura stepped out from the small group of girls she had been gathering with and drew the wand from her waist.

"Pitiful Ramnu—"

She had been about to make a show of mocking me, but she suddenly furrowed her brow. Negative emotions would naturally include looking down on me and ignoring me. Unable to process the sudden surge of emotion, Laura's pink eyebrows twitched and wriggled like little caterpillars.

"Miss Laura?"

"...Ah, it's nothing. I was just wondering what kind of simple magic I should demonstrate so that even the pitiful Ramnusia might stand a chance of mimicking it, Professor. After all, there are so many things she's incapable of."

"Demonstrate with a Magic Bullet."

Laura glanced at me, snorted, and waved her wand.

—Flash!

The moment a magic circle formed at the tip of her wand, a crimson-glowing mass of mana shot out and slammed into the floor. The scorched red ground emitted a faint burning smell before instantly restoring itself to normal.

"Well done, Laura. As expected of a student who consistently receives excellent grades."

"Though I still fall short of Miss Clafoutis."

Laura shot me a smug, smiling glance.

"On the other hand, Ramnusi—"

Zzzzt!

Startled by another sudden, intense surge of lust, Laura swallowed her words. She gripped her wand tightly with her right hand, her body trembling slightly.

"Ra-Ramnusia is just so incredibly stupid and pitiful."

Even with Laura openly insulting me like this, Professor Hecate didn't say a word. While I didn't know everything about her, the professor didn't seem particularly inclined to interfere in student drama. Or perhaps she simply lacked the will to do so? It felt as though she didn't even perceive this blatant bullying as an issue in the first place.

"Heh, hehehehe..."

"Even her laugh is creepy and annoying... Ugh."

Laura ultimately pressed her left hand firmly against her lower abdomen. Yes, yes. It must be so bewildering to experience a storm of lust for the first time in your life, right? Is this the first time your womb has throbbed like a heartbeat, and your lower lips have felt so unbearably itchy?

"Miss Ramnusia. The other students cannot keep demonstrating for you forever, so please practice with all your might. And Miss Laura."

"Ah, Professor, I absolutely cannot—"

"Since you are so outstanding, Miss Laura, please continue to demonstrate until Miss Ramnusia successfully casts the basic spell."

With that, Professor Hecate paired Laura up with me and walked over to the other students. It seemed she preferred to spend her time on students who were actually trying to stabilize their flashy, whistling spells.

"Sigh, seriously... For someone like Ramnusia..."

Mumbling to herself, Laura bit her lower lip. It was painfully obvious that she was at a complete loss on how to handle the burning lust rising within her. She couldn't stand still, shifting her legs as if trying to walk it off, and she kept blatantly pressing her hands against her lower abdomen. But a highborn lady like her could never bring herself to touch her itchy crotch in public. Especially not a lady who considered masturbation to be "filthy."

"My body..."

Laura finally muttered in a tiny voice, her eyes darting down to her own chest. Oh, I know, because I'm a girl too. When lust flares up hot and heavy, water starts leaking from the slit between your thighs, and your nipples swell up, right? Seeing Laura look so utterly bewildered by every single one of these symptoms was hilarious, and even a little endearing. But the real fun was about to begin.

"W-Whoa... Ah!"

I clumsily raised my wand and swung it with a wide, foolish motion. Naturally, the spell failed because the magic formula was a complete mess.

"Ra-Ramnusia!!! You absolute retard, failing even a Magic Bullet spell...!"

Bang! Thanks to the small explosion at the tip of my wand, I was able to naturally throw my body against Laura's. As a result, my back rubbed roughly against her chest.

"Ugh, ah...!"

An strange groan escaped Laura's lips. Even if she was protected by her blouse, jacket, and bra, a sudden friction against nipples made hypersensitive by boiling lust was bound to elicit a sound.

"Ramnusia!!!"

Having caught me with her chest, Laura threw a hysterical fit, shoving my shoulders away and kicking me in the butt.

"Ow, ow, ow...!"

"Ha, haah! You unbelievable, brainless, idiotic retard! Failing a Magic Bullet spell?! Is there something wrong with your head?!"

Spitting out insults, Laura pressed her left hand to her forehead, panting heavily. She was now openly shielding her chest with her right arm.

"I-I'm sorry, Laura. I, I... Why don't you s-sit down instead of standing like that?"

Laura glanced at me and snorted.

"I was already planning to sit down, even without a piece of trash like you suggesting it. Seeing you fail a spell that even elementary students can cast, you've practically guaranteed yourself another failing grade this year."

Shrugging her shoulders, Laura pulled over a nearby chair and sat down. Of course, she didn't just sit still; she restlessly shifted her hips once or twice.

"Huu, huuuh..."

Standing beside Laura, I continued to pretend to practice my magic. Holding my wand, I kept faking mistakes on the simplest, easiest spells. Since Professor Hecate had dumped me on an unwilling Laura from the start, Laura wasn't paying close attention to me anyway. With students casting spells left and right all over this massive practice field, my little game was impossible to detect.

"...Squeeze your thighs tightly together, Laura."

I flicked my finger while holding my wand. It was a simple Command Magic, and the effect was predictable.

"Mmm..."

Without a shred of resistance, Laura clamped her thighs shut.

"Nnh..."

Merely pressing her flesh together sent a strange expression across Laura's face. She suddenly glanced at me, looked around her surroundings, and then began to rub her tightly clamped thighs together. Keres was absolutely right. Spoon-feeding her one of the most common gateways to a girl's first masturbation immediately drove her to try and relieve her boiling lust.

"Mmm..."

Staring off into the distance instead of looking at me, Laura continuously rubbed her thighs together with subtle twitches. Gripping the chair tightly with both hands, she rocked her hips back and forth, desperately trying to coax out the most basic form of pleasure. The sight was incredibly cute and erotic. Watching a highborn lady unable to keep her lower body still, squirming and shifting, was beyond lewd—it was downright adorable.

"Hah, mmm... Haah."

At some point, Laura closed her eyes completely. She even went beyond my command, crossing and uncrossing her legs, pretending to fold her arms while subtly pushing her breasts upward to stimulate them. This was more than enough. Her body had surely learned the taste of pleasure well enough to execute the next law.

"L-Laura...?"

"...What is it, Ramnusia?"

"C-Class is o-over. Professor Hecate said we can head back now..."

I pointed around us. Most of the students were already leaving the practice field, laughing and chatting. Professor Hecate had long since vanished.

"...I know that, alright?"

Laura opened her eyes and glared at me. Her cheeks were flushed a delicate pink, and a sweet, lewd scent drifted from her entire body, though she probably didn't realize it herself.

"Then..."

"Ha! Why does a piece of trash like Ramnusia have so much to say? I'll leave when I want to, so get lost."

Laura spoke with her usual insolence, but she didn't stand a chance. The group of girls she usually hung out with was slowly walking over to us.

"What's going on, Laura? Are you still talking to Ramnusia?"

"Let's move quickly. If we're late for the next equestrian class, we'll definitely get punished."

"Laura! Stop wasting your time talking ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠to someone like Ramnusia and let's go!"

Watching the girls approach with their noisy chatter, Laura bit her lip hard and remained seated with her legs crossed. She couldn't get up. There was no way she could stand. She knew exactly what state her panties were in right now!

"Laura? Why is your face so red, though?"

"Did Ramnusia piss you off again—"

"Aaaah!! Shut up! All of you, just go on ahead! Just go! Go! Get lost! Right now, in my head...! A stroke of absolute genius is forming in Laura Arnold's mind! So just leave me alone and go!!!"

I was the only one who knew the real reason why the hysterically screaming Laura Arnold couldn't bring herself to stand up from that chair.