Laura Arnold's Hypnotic Life — Part 2
Cosmos Academy taught its students a wide variety of subjects. Teacher Hecate's magic class was just one of them; there were also academic and mental pursuits like **bridal classes**, history, literature, ethics, and etiquette, as well as physical disciplines like swordsmanship, archery, hunting, and equestrianism.
"Ramnusia!!! Well done!!"
Unlike magic classes that required desperate mental gymnastics, or court etiquette classes that I had never learned or even peeked at over someone's shoulder, physical classes gave me a distinct advantage. I had never learned proper swordsmanship, but I had plenty of experience holding a blade for hunting. I also knew how to shoot a bow. My breasts were a bit of an obstacle, but wearing protective gear made them less bothersome than I expected.
"To think someone like Ramnusia..."
"Hmph, of course she's good at it because she's Ramnusia. It requires spreading one's legs in a most unrefined manner, so naturally, she'd excel."
"How hilarious that she's useless at mental tasks but excels at physical labor."
Lastly, equestrian class was easy. Having plenty of experience made it incredibly comfortable. Even though I had lived under the bridge for a long time, I occasionally had to ride horses while doing various odd jobs to survive. How could I ever forget the thrill of riding a stolen horse, galloping through a pitch-black forest in the dead of night?
Although I could hear voices openly badmouthing me, the teacher's evaluation—which was what mattered most—was entirely different.
"Excellent, Ramnusia! You rode decently before, but this time you were flawless!"
Thwack, thwack! Teacher Romanova, who gave me a hearty smile while slapping my back, was wearing a loose, comfortable-looking red long-sleeved top and pants. I hadn't known the name of those clothes at first, but they seemed quite trendy among the nobles. What did they call it again? A **tracksuit**? At any rate, all the students, including myself, were wearing black tracksuits. We had to change into these tracksuits for physical classes. It was a hassle at first, but I accepted it as a custom of the dainty nobles to avoid dirtying their pristine white uniforms with mud, dust, and sweat. Honestly, pants are much more comfortable than a fluttering skirt.
"T-Thank you for the compliment, Teacher Romanova."
"Keep up the good work! Being an outstanding noble doesn't mean you only have to excel at magic and etiquette!"
After receiving Teacher Romanova's praise, I returned to the waiting area with the other students. In equestrian class, students took turns riding horses to receive direct instruction, while the others practiced swordsmanship or archery on their own. Of course, not many students were seriously swinging swords at scarecrows or shooting arrows. Most of them were too busy watching whoever was riding the horse. Teacher Romanova didn't stop them, either.
"Next! Laura! Laura Arnold!"
Laura, whose face was shadowed due to the intense lust that had been building up inside her for a while now, stepped forward under everyone's gaze. By the way, unlike the school uniforms, there didn't seem to be any strict rules about how to wear the tracksuits. I wore mine quite loosely, and the boys playing around and sweating wore theirs loose too, but Laura was different. It was as if she had a lingering desire to show off her figure even in athletic wear. The curves of her breasts and hips were quite vividly defined.
"Hmm..."
Like the prideful young lady she was, Laura easily mounted the horse with the teacher's assistance. So far, everything was going exactly as I expected.
"...Ah."
The moment Laura mounted the horse, her eyes widened slightly. She lifted her hips for a second, looking utterly flustered, before lowering herself back down. Yes, of course! When you ride a horse, no matter how hard you struggle, your crotch is bound to press against the horse's back! Even with a saddle, the physical contact is unavoidable.
"Laura! Show us the greatness of the Arnold family, just like always!"
Unlike Laura, who had only just realized her predicament, Teacher Romanova smiled and slapped the horse's rump.
"W-Wait...!"
Laura ultimately gripped the reins tightly and straightened her back. Since she had no choice but to ride, she probably figured she just had to endure the inevitable friction against her pussy.
"Ngh... Hmph...!"
With her face flushed a strange shade of red, Laura skillfully pressed her crotch flush against the saddle and pulled the reins this way and that. It was obvious she was desperately trying to complete the designated course.
"You're doing great, Laura! You might even rival Ramnusia at this rate!"
"Ugh...!!"
Just hearing my name leave the teacher's mouth caused Laura's waist to suddenly buckle. As expected, being compared to me—someone she usually looked down on—must have been deeply offensive to her. And that offense would only fuel her surging lust.
"So... annoying! Damn it...! Why is my body suddenly...!"
Leaning forward and trembling strangely, Laura pulled the reins again. As the horse neighed and sped up, Laura's body bounced and swayed quite beautifully atop it. The faster the horse ran, the more friction and impact would be delivered to her crotch. Even when I rode it just now, the sensation was impossible to ignore. For Laura, whose pussy was already hyper-sensitized, that sensation would translate into a devastatingly intense pleasure.
"Laura! Focus! You can't let yourself be slower than Ramnusia, whom you despise so much!"
The teacher cupped her hands around her mouth and shouted. She was purely trying to stimulate Laura's competitive spirit, but today's Laura was in no condition for that.
"Ngh, ah... mm..."
With her face burning red, Laura squeezed her thighs tightly together, merely twitching in her awkward posture atop the horse. Once she became conscious of the pleasure, it would never fade until she dismounted. Her mind must be in absolute turmoil as love juice continuously leaked from her wet slit.
"...Isn't Laura acting a bit strange?"
"She's going so slow. She easily beat Ramnusia last time."
"But didn't Ramnusia ride incredibly well today? I think she rode even better than Senior Galagon."
Laura's riding was so visibly flawed that the whispers from the sidelines were loud enough to hear.
"Haa, haah... huff, haah..."
She could only sit pitifully atop the horse, trembling all over. With her lust exploding and her pussy constantly stimulated, it was only natural that her mind was turned to mush. It was highly entertaining to watch her squirm like a bitch in heat.
Neighhh!
Ultimately, with her face flushed bright red, Laura returned to the starting point under the worried gazes of the teacher and the surrounding students.
"Laura! Are you feeling unwell?"
"Ah, I'm sorry, Teacher. I think I'm just not in top condition today."
"Don't push yourself."
Teacher Romanova spoke with a warm, easygoing smile. Laura pressed her left hand against her chest and slowly lifted her hips to dismount. But it would be no fun if she just got off normally. I subtly raised my finger and cast **Command Magic**—not on Laura, but on the horse she had been riding.
Snort, neighhh!
"W-Whoa, ah...?!"
Laura, who had been halfway off the horse, was forced to cling tightly to its body as the beast suddenly neighed and reared its front legs.
"Oh dear! What's gotten into this horse all of a sudden?!"
The teacher hurriedly grabbed the reins. But Laura's hands were too busy clutching the horse's neck and back. The sight of her rubbing her breasts and crotch against the horse's body was hilarious, though it didn't last long.
Crash! Thud!
"Ngh, ah...! Urgh!"
Barely hanging onto the horse's back, Laura was finally thrown to the ground as the thrashing beast refused to calm down.
"Whoa..."
"Talk about terrible luck. Do you think the horse got upset because of Ramnusia?"
"Laura! Laura! Are you okay?!"
Having rolled spectacularly across the dirt ground, Laura coughed while desperately covering her crotch and chest with both hands.
"Ha, haah... ha."
Lust is like hunger. Just as a starving person would boil and eat tree roots, for Laura, whose sexual desire had skyrocketed to insane levels, only one thing mattered right now.
"Tsk! This gentle fellow suddenly throwing a tantrum like that..."
The teacher, stroking the back of the horse which had calmed down the moment the *Command Magic* ended, glanced between me and Laura.
"Ramnusia! If you don't have anything specific to practice, help Laura up and take her to the shower room!"
Dirty, troublesome chores always fell to Ramnusia Yuno. While there was no official rule about it, I had no reason to decline an opportunity to be alone with Laura.
"Y-Yes, I understand, Teacher."
Laura was a complete mess. She was wearing her black tracksuit, but she had tumbled and rolled all over the dirt after falling from the horse.
"Haa, haah... so annoying..."
Her shimmering pink hair was disheveled and frizzy, and her clothes were covered in dust and soil. Nobles who loved cleanliness would never tolerate such a state, and Laura didn't object to being sent to wash up.
A faint, distinct scent of sweat drifted from Laura's body. Beneath it was a sticky, sweet-and-sour fragrance that tickled the tip of my nose. If this was the scent a woman released when aroused, then Laura was currently turned on beyond all salvation.
"Laura, we're almost there."
Unlike her usual self, Laura leaned into me, letting me support her. She didn't even throw a fit when I wrapped my left arm tightly around her waist and hips, practically carrying her.
"Haa... This is... the absolute worst day of my life. Being compared to someone like Ramnusia... and... ngh!"
Laura muttered, then suddenly froze, unable to take another step. Perhaps her lust had surged so intensely that her thighs temporarily lost their strength; she held her breath before slowly exhaling.
"L-Laura... I know you hate me, but..."
"If you know, then... shut your mouth."
Arriving at the communal shower room, I naturally guided Laura over to the lockers and helped her sit down.
"Should I ask someone to bring you a change of underwear?"
"What kind of ridiculous nonsense is—"
Laura glared at me, but as she looked down at her own lower half, her eyes blinked in shock. She seemed completely unaware until now, but after hours of her lust being pushed to its absolute limit, her pants were a disaster. Because the tracksuit was black, it wasn't glaringly obvious, but a veritable floodgate had opened, leaving not only her panties but also the crotch of her pants thoroughly drenched.
Staring at it in disbelief, Laura slid her palm down to rub her crotch, then openly sniffed her hand right in front of me. She must have been so utterly shocked that she forgot I was even there.
"Pee...?"
She muttered faintly, but as she realized she hadn't wet herself, but rather that her panties and pants were half-soaked with her own pussy juice, she quickly shut her mouth.
"...This is..."
Laura stared at me, her face flushing red all the way to her ears. Yet, she didn't immediately lash out with insults. If she had wet herself, the distinct smell of urine would be filling the air, but that wasn't the case. Knowing the truth better than anyone, Laura bit her lower lip. In the face of her own undeniably shameful and lewd condition, she seemed completely at a loss for words.
"...Please bring me some fresh underwear and a uniform, Ramnusia," Laura muttered weakly, her expression drained of all its usual vigor.
"Heh, hehehe... L-Laura. What did you just say?"
Laura glared at me.
"I-I asked! I asked you nicely! Can't you see I'm soaked?! You low-class noble! There must be something wrong with your eyes!"
"It didn't even rain today, so why are you wet, Laura?"
"T-That's...!"
"It doesn't seem like you peed yourself either, hehe... and it's definitely not sweat..."
Laura's face drained of color before flushing a deep crimson. Unable to bear the overwhelming humiliation, she gritted her teeth and grabbed my collar, pulling me close.
"Ramnusia!!! What on earth do you want to hear that you're spouting such vulgar nonsense?!"
"T-That during class... *ehehe*, your pussy and breasts were so itchy that you couldn't help but drip love juice all over yourself."
"Y-You..."
Laura's eyes shook violently. But they quickly flared with anger.
"Do you think I'm a perverted, low-class noble like you? I guess blood really doesn't lie! You piece of trash!! How could you, a fellow woman, refuse such a simple favor and instead pick a fight with these vulgar jokes?!"
"Heh, hehehe... Well, it doesn't matter, Laura."
I smirked in the face of her exploding emotions.
"Because you won't remember any of this anyway."
Before Laura could even react, I grabbed her soft breasts with both hands and pinched them roughly.
"Ngh, ah...! Ramnusia! You're finally showing your true—"
I pulled out my handkerchief and neutralized her once again. Casting **Psychological Domination Magic** was easy. After all, this setup wasn't the important part.
"Very good, Laura. All day today, your pussy was throbbing, your lower hole was itching and twitching, wasn't it? Your nipples were burning hot, and you were desperate to touch them."
"Yes... it was..."
Under *Psychological Domination*, Laura lovely spilled the truth.
"Laura, what do you think of me?"
"You're dirty, disgusting, creepy, useless at everything, and someone I wish would disappear from the academy as soon as possible."
Not a single positive trait to be found.
"Is there a reason?"
"Because... you're Ramnusia."
It was completely baseless, but I suppose some people just hate others for no reason. And honestly, I didn't really care.
"Laura, if I asked you to talk about dirty things with me, could you do it?"
"Absolutely not. I don't even do that with my friends. A noble lady has dignity and decorum to maintain."
A smile crept onto my face. How hilarious would it be if she ended up doing exactly what she hated from now on, all because of a single spell of mine?
"**New Order**..."
Looking down at Laura in her juice-soaked tracksuit, I waved my finger.