A Pure White Blemish
Keres had cleanly taken care of moving the stripped, unconscious Clafoutis Magica. Thanks to her, the beautiful blue-haired girl was now sprawled out quite prettily inside the prison cell.
"What kind of punishment would be best..."
Since she was the young lady who had driven the original Ramnusia Yuno to suicide, I wanted to play with her thoroughly. I had been using Laura as my handmaiden ever since I tore her hymen, but I wanted to punish Clafoutis a bit differently. How should I put it? Was it because she was the woman who had constantly made me hear things like, "Someone like Ramnusia..."? Unlike Laura's case, where the fact that I had died felt a bit like a dream, this girl had created a problem that continued to torment me even at this very moment, making her all the more detestable.
Of course, if you brought out a scale and asked whose sin was heavier, Laura's would obviously be heavier, but this was purely a matter of emotion. Besides, I could punish Laura as much as I wanted later. Today, as a reward for capturing Clafoutis, I had even lifted Laura's masturbation command; that was how heavily my negative emotions were directed toward Clafoutis.
"Ugh... ah..." Anyway, while I was lost in these thoughts, Clafoutis began to stir. Perhaps because my kick to her pussy had been quite painful, she lifted her upper body and pressed her hands firmly against her groin, presenting a rather embarrassing sight. She was groping herself quite thoroughly despite still wearing her uniform.
"Where... where on earth is this place, indeed...?" Clafoutis muttered with a pained gasp. Then, catching sight of me, she jumped up in sheer shock. "Ramnusia Yuno!!"
"Yes, Clafoutis-senpai."
"Y-You dare...!" Grrrind! Clafoutis glared at me as if she wanted to murder me, her back teeth grinding audibly. As expected, her usual demeanor was just a mask. That bright, cheerful smile she always wore was nothing but an act.
"Ramnusia!" Clafoutis shrieked my name, grabbing the iron bars with both hands and shaking them violently. "Just like the disgusting creature you are, you have committed a perverted act beyond all imagination! I knew it would come to this, indeed!"
"W-Why? Because I accidentally stripped you naked, Senpai?"
"Ha, hahaha! You dare call that a mistake so shamelessly?!" Clafoutis glared at me with murderous intent.
"You are nothing but trash who left a fatal blemish upon my elegant and beautiful self! Do you have any idea how humiliating and shameful it is whenever that matter is brought up at tea parties?!"
"I-It must be quite embarrassing, I suppose."
"It is not just 'I suppose'!" Clafoutis snarled, but it was only amusing to watch.
"B-But Senpai... even if I made such a mistake... there was n-no need for you to set up magic circles all over the Academy to spread bad rumors about me, was there?"
"What on earth are you..."
"Are you planning to l-lie? I know exactly what you did, Clafoutis-senpai... to ruin my reputation and make everyone despise me."
Not expecting me to know even this, Clafoutis bit her lip. "...A mere Ramnusia..." Grrrind!! Glaring at me while grinding her teeth, Clafoutis clenched her fists. As expected, she had no intention of crying and begging for forgiveness. Is the reason her spirit hasn't faltered in the slightest, even while locked in a cell, because of her genius-level magical talent? I had anticipated this, but it was honestly a bit hilarious.
"A mere Ramnusia! A mere Ramnusia! How dare a mere Ramnusia...!" Clang! Clafoutis rattled the iron bars.
"Even if you carry the blood of His Imperial Majesty, you are merely the seventy-second in line! How dare you bring such humiliation upon me, who am whiter, purer, and more beautiful than the freshly fallen snow! And over a mere, mere, mere rumor, you harbor a grudge and dare lock me in a prison?!"
"Wow..."
"Cease this ridiculous farce at once! Otherwise, I shall finish you with my overwhelming magic—the very magic praised so highly that even the birds of the sky stop to admire it!"
"...So this is your true personality?" She was even more twisted than Laura. Or was it just that all noble young ladies were bound to have personalities like this? I could understand her being arrogant since she actually had the skills to back it up, but still.
"Ha! In the first place, Ramnusia, what do you plan to do by locking me up here? If you were to kill me, it would cause a massive uproar within the Empire, indeed!"
"That's true. S-Senpai is like a flower blooming in the garden..."
"The seventh! I am an existence far too noble and important to ever be compared to the likes of you! If you are a cockroach crawling on the floor, then I am as superior and vital as an eagle soaring through the heavens!" Shouting fiercely, Clafoutis snorted and let go of the iron bars.
"Besides, those rumors were not even that bad, indeed. Ramnusia Yuno, you truly were a vulgar, foul-smelling, stupid, and pathetic girl."
"...It seems you really don't know anything, Senpai." I had suspected it, but as expected, Clafoutis seemed completely unaware of the fact that the original Ramnusia Yuno had ultimately committed suicide.
"Y-Your ridiculous actions drove someone to s-suicide..."
"So what of it, indeed? Ramnusia Yuno, you are standing right here, perfectly alive before my eyes." Clafoutis pointed a finger at herself.
"On the contrary, I, Clafoutis Magica, have had an indelible stain left upon my Academy life—which should have been as pure and white as jade, and as flawless as a heroic epic!"
"Ha, hahaha..."
"The two cannot even be compared, indeed! So do not take out your frustration over an accident caused by your own incompetence on an innocent person like me, and cease!! this childish prank immediately!"
This was something I hadn't encountered with Laura, but Clafoutis Magica's stance was unyielding. Even more than I had expected, she firmly believed she had done nothing wrong, and she almost seemed proud of her insane stunt of installing magic circles all over the Academy. She really was a hopeless young lady. Perhaps because of that, my heart began to throb dangerously. It meant I didn't need to feel even a shred of guilt while playing with her.
"I-I understand, Clafoutis-senpai."
"You understand, indeed?"
"I... I just... wanted to h-hear an apology from you, Clafoutis-senpai." Looking dumbfounded, Clafoutis ran a hand through her blue hair.
"And does a lady who merely wants an apology kidnap me... and kick me in my most precious place beforehand, indeed?"
"B-But... because of you, Senpai! I couldn't even go to the restroom, and I had to eat all my meals alone forever!" Was my acting working? Clafoutis suddenly flashed a bright smile.
"Was it truly that painful for you, indeed?"
"Y-Yes..."
"Then let me out of this cell first. After that, I shall give you the proper apology you desire, indeed." Clafoutis offered a truly beautiful smile. Thanks to that, I swallowed hard and reached for the iron bars.
Creeeeak— I opened the door just as Clafoutis wanted.
"Hmph... it seems you truly did want my apology, indeed?" Speaking in a blatantly sarcastic tone, Clafoutis walked right out of the cell, raised her right hand high, and slapped me across the cheek with full force.
"Ugh...!"
"O-hohoho! You truly possess the intellect of an insect, fitting for such a low-class girl! Did you honestly think I would ever apologize to a disgusting lump of filth like you, indeed?!" Smiling triumphantly, Clafoutis aimed her right hand at me.
"It is only natural to return any pain received from dirty trash tenfold, indeed. Did you say you were suffering, Ramnusia? I shall end that suffering for you right now!"
"C-Clafoutis-senpai, w-what are you doing...!"
"Disposing of your corpse and cleaning up afterward is a simple matter, indeed!" Her lips curling into a smirk, Clafoutis finally manifested a magic circle in her right hand. A dangerous heat began to radiate from it.
"I shall burn your filthy body to ashes—" Mid-sentence, Clafoutis suddenly froze. Her face flushed a brilliant crimson, and her fingers twitched pitifully.
"Burn... h-ah..."
Splaaash! A clear liquid suddenly gushed noisily from between Clafoutis's thighs, staining the floor. While her skirt wasn't immediately soaked, her stockings were completely drenched. Judging by the sticky, erotic scent rising into the air, she had squirted a massive amount of juices exactly as I had planned.
"W-What... m-my... ah, m-mana... h-ih..."
"I-It seems you really did look down on me as cockroach-like trash, Clafoutis-senpai."
With her cheeks and ears burning red, Clafoutis tried to form the magic circle with her right hand again, but it was utterly futile.
"Ugh, n-ngh...!" Clafoutis squeezed her thighs together as if seizing. The moment I saw that, I smiled brightly and kicked her hard near her belly button, sending her flying back into the prison cell.
Crash! "Ugh, ah...! Cough! Ngh...! What on earth...!? What did you do to my body, indeed?!"
"Y-You are a genius mage, Clafoutis-senpai." I locked the prison door securely once more. "Y-You might not be able to use magic, but surely you can tell?"
"W-What... no way! Did you... did you use black magic, indeed?!"
"O-Of course... I used the New Order spell." I tapped the iron bars with my finger.
Clafoutis Magica cannot use magic. If she attempts to do so, she will experience an intense orgasm.
Clafoutis looked up at me with eyes full of disbelief. "S-Such magic... there is no way such a thing could be possible, indeed."
"Do you truly believe that? My genius mage Senpai?"
Clafoutis's black eyes darted around frantically in panic before she pointed her finger at me once more. "Do not speak such utter nonsen—ngh...! Ah, haah...!"
Crackle! The mana that sparked from her fingertips was pure, raw magical energy. Unable to properly cast her 'magic,' Clafoutis hung her head miserably, her entire body trembling violently. Having squirted twice now, even her skirt was visibly soaked.
"Ah, ngh... t-this kind of black magic..."
"It r-really does exist, Senpai. How does it feel?"
"I-It is impossible, indeed! There is no way someone like Ramnusia could ever learn such black magic!!!" Tears streamed down Clafoutis's face as she looked at me, screaming in a desperate, pleading voice.
"Senpai... look at this." I lightly lifted the Armonomicon resting at my waist and showed it to her.
"T-That... could it be...?"
"Ah... I committed suicide because of you, Senpai. Did you know that?"
Clafoutis's face instantly drained of all color. Pressing her hands against the floor, she pitifully dragged her rear backward, trying to escape into the corner of the cell.
"It was so... painful, and it was so hard to even breathe, that I killed myself. But then... the Armonomicon granted me its power."
"T-That... I... I merely... I never intended for things to go this far, indeed."
"Are you saying that sincerely?"
Tears spilled over her cheeks once more as Clafoutis began to shiver uncontrollably. "B-But! For Ramnusia to think of suicide over mere teasing just shows how weak her mind—"
"Shut up, Senpai."
Clafoutis shut her mouth instantly. She bit her lip hard and continued to tremble. I see. Because she was a mage, she understood all too well just how terrifying the power of 'black magic' truly was.
"Come to think of it... did you know, Senpai? Among the black magic spells I learned from the Armonomicon, there is one with the power to rewrite memories."
"R-Ramnu...! Ramnusia! Ramnusia!!! Black magic is an evil art that devours your very soul! Cease using it at once, indeed!"
"My soul was already killed by you, Senpai. Don't you know that?"
Clafoutis stared at me blankly, her mouth slightly agape. Then, she clutched her head with both hands. "Ah, aaaa...! Ah! Ah! Ah!!! Aaaah!!!"
Has she finally realized what she did? She was crying and writhing in agony, but to me, it just looked like she was grieving over the fact that I had acquired absolute black magic and she could no longer resist me.
"Clafoutis-senpai."
"Ah, ugh, ah... ah...!"
"Stop sniveling. Before I rewrite your memory to make you forget we ever had this conversation."
"Ngh...!" Hiccuping, Clafoutis forced back her tears and held her breath, looking up at me.
"I was r-really suffering, you see. So I need to relieve some of this stress."
"R-Ramnusia... please, I beg of you..."
"Now, please answer my questions honestly."
What kind of question should I ask a young lady who claims to be as pure as the freshly fallen snow?
"Clafoutis-senpai, you're an adult now, so surely you have hair down there, right?"
"W-What on earth are you..."
"So answer me. You have such beautiful blue hair, Senpai. Does that mean your pubic hair is blue too?"
Looking up at me with a dumbfounded expression, Clafoutis could only twitch her fingers in shock, utterly unable to answer such a question as a proper noble lady.