The Oracle's Legacy and a Wicked Game
"Pray, wait just a moment." Clafoutis spoke as she meticulously dried her wet hair with a dry towel. Compared to a few days ago, the young lady's expression was incomparably relaxed. It seemed she had completely adapted to the cycle of receiving points by obeying my commands and using those points to perform various daily activities. Of course, she was still incredibly embarrassed and on the verge of tears whenever she had to show herself showering or using the restroom, but I had no intention of watching that every single time. I didn't have that kind of fetish to begin with; it was merely a measure to drill her current reality into her head.
"It seems you've grown quite accustomed to this lifestyle."
"...I still believe your actions, Miss Ramnusia, are perverted, vulgar, and utterly unforgivable, indeed."
After thoroughly drying her hair, Clafoutis carefully changed into the freshly washed Reverse Bunny suit I had provided and sat down on the chair. By now, she didn't even hesitate to apply the stickers to her crotch. She must have realized it herself—that being able to cover her exposed, throbbing pussy with a heart sticker was absolute heaven compared to showing it completely bare.
"However... I, too, harassed you in the past, did I not? If I were to get angry and claim that harboring feelings of revenge is abnormal, my own sanity would be in question. Since you are not running amok trying to kill me, I am personally trying to view this in a positive light, indeed."
Though I couldn't tell if she was being sincere, Clafoutis gave a highly rational response. Even if it was a lie, there was nothing I could do about it, but it was certainly a much better sight than her sitting there as a panicked idiot, sobbing and refusing to do anything.
"I-It seems you are well aware of your sins."
"You had your own sins to bear, of course... but I shall not deny that my actions were excessive, indeed."
"Mine was an a-accident."
"A frog may die from a stone thrown in jest, is that not so? No matter how much you claim it was an accident, pray consider my perspective—having my naked body exposed to the world while menstruating, dripping dirty blood for all to see."
I suppose we had different perspectives on that matter. Honestly, it didn't matter. If she had shed fat tears over even this and begged for forgiveness, claiming she was entirely in the wrong, I would have suspected she was lying to deceive me. Oh, but it did tick me off a bit, so I'll have to punish her for it later.
"Today is... the w-weekend, right? So, I'd like to have a serious conversation with you, Senior Clafoutis."
"Oh my, is Ramnusia truly capable of having a serious conversation with me, indeed?"
Fine, I'll definitely get my revenge later. I'll make her do something that makes her sob and beg to stop.
"Please tell me about the magic circle installed at the academy."
"That is not a matter someone of your caliber could possibly comprehend, indeed."
"No, Senior Clafoutis. My life was completely ruined because of that magic circle. So, I need a way to destroy that annoying magic circle, or at least a way to alter the perception of me."
Clafoutis's eyes widened as she stared at me. Did she seriously not expect me to bring this up?
"A mere Ramnusia, asking such things..."
"This is precisely why I didn't kill you, Senior Clafoutis."
"Ha, ha-ha, ha..."
An awkward laugh filled the prison cell. Clafoutis rolled her black eyes to the right and clenched her fists tightly.
"Regrettably, I do not believe I can provide you with a satisfactory answer to that question, indeed."
"This isn't a fun reward-and-punishment session where I hand out Praise Points, Senior."
"Ugh..."
Clafoutis stood up from her seat and naturally pressed her body as far back into the prison cell as possible. Though it only made a difference of a few centimeters.
"I-I told you! Are you not listening to a single word I say?! I am telling you that it is not a matter someone like Ramnusia can comprehend, indeed!"
"Keep looking down on me like that and see what happens!"
I immediately pointed my right index finger at Clafoutis. Condensing purple mana at the tip of my finger, I blatantly prepared to fire a Magic Bullet.
"If you keep spouting nonsense, dodging my questions, and insulting me, I'll start by blasting a Magic Bullet right into those massive breasts of yours."
"Y-You vulgar wretch...!"
"And if you still won't talk? I can cast a rather clumsy fire spell, you know. Whether it succeeds or fails, I'll use the resulting flames to roast your virgin pussy."
"...What kind of absurd joke is that, indeed?"
Clafoutis squeezed her thighs tightly together and looked at me, letting out a dumbfounded laugh.
"A joke..."
"Does this look like a joke to you?"
"W-W-Wait! Wait! Wait! Wait!! Wait!!!"
Clafoutis shrieked in a panic, raising both arms high to expose her smooth armpits before hastily sitting back down on the chair.
"I absolutely did not mean to insult you, Miss Ramnusia, ind—Aah!"
—Bang!
Without holding back, I fired a Magic Bullet straight at Clafoutis's right breast. The output was extremely low, so the pain would be equivalent to a sharp flick to the chest. At least for now, that is.
"I-I am speaking in earnest, indeed! If I have offended you, I shall apologize properly!"
"Then take off the sticker on your pussy. If you spout nonsense one more time, I'll start by burning off your pubic hair."
"Look, indeed!"
Clafoutis hastily peeled the sticker off her private parts, then ripped the ones off her breasts as well. She then forced a strained smile.
What? So she was actually being serious? There was no way she was stupid enough to provoke me while taking such a risk. Was she just terrible at phrasing things?
"M-Miss Ramnusia! I am speaking with absolute sincerity right now, indeed."
"Spit it out, then."
"T-The academy's magic circle was not installed by me, indeed!"
Clafoutis sniffled.
"What do you mean..."
"It is the truth, indeed! Desperate to exact revenge on you by any means, I racked my brains! I wanted to ensure no one would ever know I was behind it, yet I desperately wished for you to experience the exact same shame and humiliation I felt!"
Unable to hold back, I shot a tiny spark of fire toward Clafoutis's lower abdomen.
"Hot, hot, hot! It's hot, hot, hot, hot!!!"
Clafoutis frantically patted down her slightly singed pubic hair with both hands to extinguish the spark.
"And?"
"M-Miss Ramnusia..."
"If you talk nonsense again, I'll cast a spell in earnest that hurts a hundred times more than that, so speak properly."
"What I said earlier was also the truth, indeed!"
I know! That's why I'm even more pissed off!
"Ugh...! In any case! Hoping such a magic existed, I desperately searched through the ancient tomes of the Magic Tower and sought counsel, indeed."
"Wow... just to screw me over for my mistake?"
"A-At the time... I-I was also on my period, and..."
Clafoutis squeezed her eyes shut, twisting her body as she tried to cover her genitals and breasts. Knowing that tormenting her further would make communication impossible, I refrained from firing another Magic Bullet for now.
"And then?"
"A-At that moment... I came across an ancient legend. It was the tale of the Oracle, indeed!"
"That... what, some thousand-year-old fairy tale? Some absurd legend about a mage?"
"Yes! A figure whose renown is easily comparable to that of Lady Arisa Hecate, who left her name eternally in the history of the Empire, indeed!"
"Why are you bringing up that legend?"
"The magic circle engraved into this academy was created by that very person! Though I know not the reason...! I-In the first place, a magic circle of this scale—one that perfectly calculates the mana flowing through this vast land and accounts for its fluidity—is something a normal mage could never, ever create or operate, indeed!"
If Clafoutis was telling the truth, the magic circle engraved in the academy was created long ago by the legendary figure known as the Oracle, for reasons unknown.
"Wow. So you're saying the magic circle just started spewing rumors about me on its own?"
"O-Ohohoho... how could that possibly be, indeed? O-Of course, it was because I... I tampered with the magic circle slightly, which led to this disaster."
"Then in the end, isn't that basically the same as you making it, Senior Clafoutis?"
A chuckle escaped my lips.
"Just like how this spark at the tip of my finger wasn't originally destined to burn your pubic hair, yet here we are."
"P-Please listen to the end of my story, indeed!"
Clafoutis shook her head frantically!
"I-I, too, possess a conscience! My original plan was merely to alter everyone's memories, indeed!"
"...Memories? Wait, don't tell me... you were trying to perform a Revision to make everyone think it was me who ended up naked instead of you?"
Clafoutis nodded rapidly.
"I know not what this 'Revision' is, but yes, that is precisely the idea, indeed!"
"Excuse me, Senior. The result is completely different, though?"
"Y-Yes, indeed! Of course it is! I... I... was unable to manipulate that magic circle as I desired."
Clafoutis clenched her fists.
"It was far too complex and convoluted... I could not modify the memories in the way I wished. In the end, out of sheer desperation, I simply filled it with insults directed at you..."
"...And so, a perception that relentlessly slanders Ramnusia Yuno was engraved into the magic circle so thoroughly that even you couldn't fix it?"
"Ha, ha-haha... ha..."
Clafoutis pitifully covered her body with both hands and squeezed her eyes shut. Even she must have thought I wouldn't believe her.
Yet, I actually believed her. It wasn't because I had some profound trust in Clafoutis. Rather, it was because of that mental space—the place where the frames containing the absurdly derogatory remarks about Ramnusia Yuno were hung. That place was definitely not normal. It felt as though the frames were forcibly bound to the walls with chains. Even when I first saw it, I thought it felt completely out of place, but hearing that it was the result of Clafoutis spectacularly breaking something made perfect sense.
"So, Senior. You can't fix that magic circle?"
Clafoutis nodded.
"Really?"
"It is impossible, indeed. It is not a magic that someone of my meager talent could ever hope to comprehend."
Seeing Clafoutis Magica, who was hailed as a "genius" at the academy, belittle herself to this extent, I had to assume it was truly beyond her. For now, I would verify the truth of this story through Laura. Since I currently lacked any profound magical knowledge, continuing this conversation wouldn't yield much. If she was lying, I could simply torture her until she gave me a way to modify the magic circle, and if she still kept her mouth shut, I could just use Psychological Domination Magic. Given the immense power of the magic circle, playing with Clafoutis would be incredibly easy.
"I understand. Since you answered sincerely, I'll give you 1 point for now."
"T-Thank you, indeed."
Clafoutis looked at the points engraved on the wall, her lips twitching slightly.
"...Junior Ramnusia. What command do you have for me today, indeed?"
"Why? Are you eager to gather points quickly and get out of here?"
Clafoutis laughed awkwardly and couldn't bring herself to answer. Well, her true feelings were so glaringly obvious that it was almost cute, so I didn't mind.
"Don't worry. You need to earn points rapidly to keep that soft, budding hope of granting your wish alive, don't you? Of course, I have something prepared."
"Prepared...?"
Clafoutis merely blinked, unable to even begin to imagine my surprise gift. Then again, how could an ordinary young lady ever anticipate something like this?
"Now! Come on in!"
"?!"
Too startled to even scream, Clafoutis gasped and grabbed the blanket to cover herself. At that exact moment, the door clicked open, and Laura, dressed in her pristine white academy uniform, slowly walked in.
"...So Senior Clafoutis really was here."
"L-Laura A-Arnold? Why... how?"
Clafoutis's face instantly turned pale. Ah, yes, this was exactly the reaction I wanted.
"Senior Clafoutis, don't be so startled. This is going to be a fun game."
I lightly patted Laura's butt with my palm and gently caressed her cheek with my finger.
"Why... is Senior Clafoutis... here...?"
"Don't worry too much about the details, Laura. I explained it to you earlier, didn't I? That you'd be coming here to play a game with Senior Clafoutis."
With a dazed expression, Laura looked at me. Laura really was at her prettiest when she was fulfilling my wishes.
"I have a wish... Laura, from now on, I want you to compete with Senior Clafoutis for an hour to see who can make the other reach orgasm more times."
"Miss Laura!"
Clafoutis slammed her hand against the iron bars with a loud clang!
"Please help me escape from this place, indeed! I know not what weakness she holds over you, but I shall aid you even if I must stake everything our Magica family possesses!"
"I under-stand... Ramnusia, you really are peculiar. Wouldn't it be more fun if you touched us yourself?"
"I'd rather just watch you two beautifully suck and make each other cry while I play with my own precious pearl."
At my joke, Laura let out a soft chuckle and began to reach for the buttons of her uniform.
"M-Miss Laura? Miss Laura?!"
"Ah... Senior Clafoutis. Do you still look down on me as a mere Ramnusia? Have you still not grasped the situation?"
Clafoutis's eyes went wide. She stared back and forth between Laura and me for a long moment, then wrapped the blanket tightly around herself, trembling violently.
"M-Miss Ramnusia!"
"Don't say no. Laura is currently fulfilling my wish, so she will ravish you endlessly for the next hour."
"The points...!"
Clafoutis cried out desperately. Ah, she really was a smart one.
"If you lose, 0 points. If you win, I'll give you 25 points."
"...25?"
"Yes, I'm not lying. If you make Laura climax more times than she makes you—just like how you served me—you will receive a quarter of the 100 points! A whopping 25 points!"
It seemed that even in the face of inevitable despair, humans were remarkably quick to find hope. Clafoutis bit her lip hard, swallowed dryly, and let the blanket slip from her grasp.