Taming Clafoutis Magica — How to Earn a Reward
"H-how dare you... Did you truly believe I would answer such an absurd question?" Clafoutis furrowed her brow, attempting to maintain a shred of composure. "While it is true I have committed an... i-irreparable mistake, I am under no obligation to answer such a vulgar inquiry, indeed."
"Y-you're not wrong." To be fair, there was no reason for Clafoutis to answer my question. She wasn't in a state of absolute submission to me yet, so I hadn't expected her to comply so easily. After all, breaking this stubborn pride of hers was exactly what this taming process was all about.
"B-but... it would be in your best interest to answer, Clafoutis-senpai."
"I have absolutely no intention of playing along with your vulgar little game, indeed." Clafoutis rose slowly from her spot. Despite having just squirted her juices like a fountain twice, she still managed to look utterly adorable as she smoothed down her clothes with both hands. Seeing her try so desperately to act normal made me want to giggle. It was all so utterly futile.
"I-if you answer my question properly, Clafoutis-senpai... I will give you one Praise Point."
"...You have truly lost your mind, indeed."
"And w-with these Praise Points, Clafoutis-senpai, you will be allowed to eat, w-wash your body, or even use the restroom."
Hearing my words, Clafoutis instinctively began scanning the interior of her cell. Yes, yes. Look all you want. Aside from a single bed to sleep on, there was absolutely nothing else in that cell.
"Surely you don't mean..." Clafoutis stood up from the bed, looking around once more before turning back to glare at me, her face completely drained of color. "Are you insane, indeed?!"
"T-that's why I told you it would be better to answer my question properly."
"This is utter tyranny...! Do you think I do not realize you are merely playing with me like a toy in the palm of your hand, indeed?! How could I possibly do any of those things in a cramped cell like this, indeed?!"
"Y-you're a brilliant, genius mage, Clafoutis-senpai. I'm sure you can f-figure it out."
Gulp. Clafoutis swallowed hard, staring at my face before looking back at the cell. Ah, I love smart girls. I didn't even have to waste my breath explaining everything; she was already piecing together her own predicament.
"Could this cell... be similar to the prisons of Tartaros? No, it is not merely similar. It is the exact same design, indeed."
"T-that is correct. So, I really can provide you with the things you need as a reward inside this cell."
"To put it another way... if I do not answer your vulgar question, you have no intention of allowing me food, let alone the restroom, indeed?"
Clafoutis was indeed highly intelligent. She immediately grasped just how horrific her situation was.
"Exactly."
"Ramnusia Yuno... I always knew you were a gloomy, disgusting girl, but you have become far more insidious in the meantime, indeed."
"It's all thanks to you, senpai."
Clafoutis turned her head away, biting her lip harshly. "...It is so, indeed."
"W-what is so?"
"It is a fact one can easily deduce simply by looking at my blue eyebrows, indeed!"
"Please answer me properly."
Clafoutis's face flushed a brilliant, lovely crimson. "Fine! Fine! My pubic hair...! It is the exact same blue as my hair, indeed! Are you satisfied now?!"
"A-as a reward, I will give you one Praise Point. Congratulations, senpai."
"Damn you!! Damn you!! Damn you to hell, indeed!!" Clafoutis glared at me, grinding her teeth so hard I could hear them click. But there was nothing she could do. A cell designed to contain demons was not something a magicless noble girl could ever hope to escape.
"U-uhu... Clafoutis-senpai, this time, please strip naked in front of me."
"I refuse, indeed." Clafoutis spoke firmly, turning her head away. "One point is more than enough for now, indeed."
"I-is that so? Well then, senpai... if you find yourself needing points later, please ring this bell." I pointed to a small golden bell already placed inside the cell. Clafoutis stared at it in silence. Of course, a lady who prided herself on being 'purer than the driven snow' couldn't possibly bring herself to strip naked on a whim. But that was exactly what I wanted to see—Clafoutis being forced to meekly obey my commands and answer my questions just to scrape together a few points. I could easily force her with the New Order spell, but watching her submit of her own free will had a completely different flavor.
"Then, I-I'll be looking forward to it, senpai." Clafoutis kept her mouth tightly shut until the very moment I left the room.
Ring-a-ling! The moment I heard the long-awaited sound of Clafoutis's bell, I swung the door open and made my grand entrance.
"Y-you finally rang the bell, Clafoutis-senpai."
"...To resort to such underhanded, petty methods. Do you possess not a single shred of ladylike decorum, indeed?"
"You're really not one to talk, senpai." Clafoutis bit her lip hard and turned her head. "I am hungry, indeed." It was exactly what I had expected.
"You plan to spend one Praise Point on a meal, yes?" The moment Clafoutis nodded, I brought in a plate with a sandwich prepared by Keres and a glass of water to show her. Of course, I wasn't just going to tease her.
"If I... place this... right here, and press the button on the wall..." With a bright flash of light, the glass of water and the plate were cleanly teleported right beneath the bed in Clafoutis's cell. Clafoutis stared the food down for a long moment before locking eyes with me.
"Ramnusia... stripping completely naked is a bit..."
"No negotiations." As expected, Clafoutis was clever. She knew exactly what would happen after she ate. She would also want to take a shower. That would require two Praise Points. In other words, she would have to perform my desired actions twice. She must have been agonizing over the math for quite some time to try and negotiate with me already... Ah, she still has a long way to go before she's fully tamed.
"Strip completely. That is my only command."
"C-could you not ask a different question instead, indeed?"
"Strip. Or you can enjoy your prison life tomorrow surrounded by your own filthy waste."
Clafoutis bit her lip. "One Praise Point... make sure you remember it, indeed."
"Don't worry. I-I'll make sure... the number is displayed right where you can see it, senpai." I clapped my hands once, and a glowing red number 1 materialized on the cell wall.
Clafoutis stared at it, let out a deep sigh, and slowly reached for her uniform, beginning to undo the buttons one by one.
"Why must I... I... I... I..." After muttering to herself for what felt like an eternity, Clafoutis finally slipped off her pure white blouse.
"Clafoutis-senpai... he-hehehe... you're wearing a white bra." It felt entirely different from Laura's. It was a beautifully delicate lace bra, almost making me wonder if she had intended to show it to someone. Clafoutis toyed with the pretty bra for a moment before reaching behind her back. With the soft click of the clasp releasing, the bra fell to the floor. Clafoutis immediately crossed her arms in an 'X' over her chest, naturally shielding her breasts. But that shield couldn't last forever. Eventually, she had to lower her hands to slide off her skirt, fully exposing her pale, milky breasts.
"Ugh..." Clafoutis's breasts, currently flushed with shame, were roughly the same size as Laura's. However, their shape was slightly different—reminiscent of teardrops, with a beautifully perky, uplifted contour. Her nipples and areolas were a perfectly normal, lovely shade of pink. Moving faster than I expected, Clafoutis reached for her skirt and unzipped it. Without even giving me a glimpse of her panties, she pulled them down in one swift motion along with her skirt, standing before me completely, starkly naked.
"...Between women... we are of the same sex... we are both girls, so... it is fine... it is perfectly fine, indeed..." Her lower belly, trembling as she desperately tried to rationalize away her shame, was incredibly adorable. Though there was a slight, soft swell over her womb, the sheer eroticism of her fully exposed pussy was on a whole different level.
"It really i-is blue."
"Ugh...! Kgh! Ramnusia! You degenerate!" Clafoutis quickly covered herself with both hands, hiding the pubic hair that grew delicately along her lower belly and labia.
"Y-yet you still stripped completely naked for me, Clafoutis-senpai. Well done."
"Give me... give me another task... quickly, indeed!" Abandoning her attempts to cover her breasts or her pussy, Clafoutis ground her teeth with a sharp, grating sound. She truly was a clever woman. She knew that trying to cover herself would only give me an excuse to find fault, so she didn't even bother.
"In that case... kneel on top of your discarded clothes and masturbate until you reach orgasm."
"Huh...?" Clafoutis stared at me blankly.
"If you don't want to, I'll just be on my way—"
"W-wait! R-Ramnusia! Do you not think that command is a bit too complex, indeed?!" Clafoutis forced a strained smile far more easily than before. "Even you must admit that is not a command worth a single Praise Point, indeed!!"
"Then I will give you two points. Masturbate as I commanded."
"Ah... ugh..." Clafoutis might have thought she had successfully negotiated a better deal, but I had intended to give her two points from the start. After all, while Clafoutis needed an infinite amount of these Praise Points, they cost me absolutely nothing to hand out.
"Damn it... I should have asked for more..." Muttering to herself, Clafoutis knelt on her discarded uniform. Unlike Laura, she didn't ask stupid questions like, 'What is masturbation?'
"I can't see your pussy."
"...You did not command me to masturbate with my lower half fully exposed to your view, indeed." Deflecting my complaint, Clafoutis pressed her thighs tightly together and brought her right hand down to her cleft. Honestly, it didn't matter. Just being able to watch this beautiful, blue-haired senpai touch herself right in front of me for the sake of a measly 'two points' was more than enough.
"Mnh, ah..." Eager to get this over with so she could eat, Clafoutis began moving her index and middle fingers with surprising vigor. Because her thighs were pressed so tightly together, I couldn't see exactly how she was touching herself, but it was obvious she was rubbing around her clitoris. Watching her long, pale, beautiful fingers press firmly against her mound, her wrist flicking side to side and swirling in clockwise circles, was quite a sight.
"Mmm... nph..." Her sheer defiance added a wonderful spice to the view. I could practically feel her screaming inside, 'I refuse to let you enjoy this!' She bit her lip hard, kept her thighs clamped shut, and frantically rubbed her pussy, desperately trying to make the display as unappealing to me as possible.
"You masturbate quite modestly, Clafoutis-senpai."
"... ...Ugh." Despite my blatant provocation, Clafoutis merely kept swirling her fingers in that erotic rhythm. The faint, wet squelching sound of her juices beginning to flow proved she wasn't just going through the motions. Her pink nipples had grown taut and swollen, confirming beyond a doubt that she was thoroughly stimulating her erogenous zones.
"Please masturbate properly, like you normally would, s-senpai. Touch your breasts, too."
"I-I am... not a degenerate like you, ah... mnh. I do not do things in such a vulgar manner, so shut your mouth, indeed... ah..." Pressing and rubbing her palm repeatedly against her cleft, Clafoutis suddenly began stealing glances at me.
"...Ah, a-ah." She suddenly let out a couple of soft gasps, her hand faltering awkwardly.
"Ah, mnh..." Letting out a long, peculiar moan, she bent her upper body forward, keeping her hand still as she looked up at me.
"... ...I have finished, properly, just as you wished, indeed."
"Did you truly masturbate and reach climax according to my command?"
Clafoutis forced a smile. "C-can you not tell by looking, indeed?"
"True... unlike men, it's hard to tell for sure if a woman has climaxed. Some go quite quietly, after all. And lubrication varies wildly from person to person."
Clafoutis covered her breasts and pussy with both hands. "Then, I have fulfilled your filthy command—"
"Are you sure you won't regret those words, Clafoutis-senpai? Did you really climax?"
"... ..." Clafoutis stared at me, her lips trembling, unable to answer.
"If you are lying, you will be punished, senpai. I can use Black Magic, remember? I can easily tell whether you just lied to me or not."
"...O-of course! I would never stoop to lying, indeed! I absolutely, truly reached a climax, indeed!"
"Then, Clafoutis-senpai, this is an absolute command. Speak the truth."
I lightly snapped my fingers. Clafoutis gasped in shock and tried to cover her mouth with her hands, but she couldn't bring herself to do it. How could she touch her lips with hands that had just been rubbing her pussy? On top of that, stripped of her magic, she couldn't resist the spell's pull.
"I-I...! Am absolutely... ugh! Speaking the... ugh!!! Ramnusia...! To deceive a foolish, low-class creature like you, I merely rubbed myself half-heartedly and pretended to climax, ind—mph!"
Clafoutis clamped her hands over her mouth in a panic, but the truth had already spilled out completely.
"T-this...! This is!"
"Yes, well then, senpai. As I said, you must be punished. Shall we start with a classic spanking?"
At those simple words, Clafoutis's face was painted in a beautiful, exquisite shade of despair.