Taming Clafoutis Magica — A Taste of Sweet Freedom
Clafoutis Magica gripped the iron bars with both hands, pushing her lower abdomen toward Ramnusia as much as possible. Her pale legs were spread wider than shoulder-width—definitely not a posture a pure young lady would ever strike. Blushing up to her collarbones as if to prove it, Clafoutis was trembling with intense shame.
"Ehehe... Senior, your pussy is even softer than I thought. It feels so lewdly fluttering against my palm."
"Haa... Ah, aaah... Ha, huuu..."
"To think your love juices are dripping so stickily after just a little touch... Ehehehe. You must have been looking forward to this, haven't you?"
"T-That is not the case, indeed!"
Ramnusia stroked Clafoutis's pussy back and forth with her palm. Even without delicate clitoral stimulation, Clafoutis, whose sensitive spots were fully aroused, struggled to hold back her excitement. She had no hobbies as a captive lady. Ramnusia forced her to do lewd things every single day, and Clafoutis's body, having experienced pleasure over and over through her nipples and clitoris, had become far too accustomed to ecstasy.
"And... the hair growing on your pussy has become quite lewd too, hasn't it, Senior?"
"I-I could not, ah, aaah... t-trim it, so it is o-only natural, indeed!"
"So you're saying it's natural for your pubic hair to grow wild and messy, Senior?"
"A-Anyone...! If they cannot trim it, t-this is what happens, indeed!"
Ramnusia deliberately rubbed the wetness from her palm back onto Clafoutis's pubic hair, pressing it in. The rustling sound was incredibly lewd, bringing tears to Clafoutis's eyes.
This humiliation...! This disgrace! Once I get out of here, I will pay you back a hundredfold, indeed!
Gritting her teeth, Clafoutis turned her head away as she saw Ramnusia's fingers begin to dance across her lower abdomen again, just as they had the past few days.
...Where did she read such perverted, dirty talk about uterine orgasms anyway...?! This doesn't feel good at all, indeed!
With her lower abdomen being strangely scraped and her voluptuous uterus being caressed through her skin by Ramnusia's hand, Clafoutis had to turn her head and let out hot, nasal groans.
"Offering your pussy to me like this... Ehehehe."
Ramnusia moved her hand down from the lower abdomen, flicking the erect clitoris with her thumb and pulling on the wet pubic hair. She even pinched the soft labia minora and pulled it to one side just to tease her.
"...Ugh, mgh...!"
"Now, Senior. This will be your final order. Smell it."
After playing with her pussy for a long time, Ramnusia presented her palm to Clafoutis's face. The hand, covered in clear love juices and even a single strand of blue pubic hair, made Clafoutis feel an overwhelming wave of shame and humiliation.
"...Aside from the pungent smell of urine, haah... there is a, a fishy scent, indeed. To be perfectly honest, I can never call it a pleasant fragrance, indeed."
"Is that all?"
"Aside from the fishy smell... *sniff, sniff*... *sniff*... Haaah... If I must say, there is a scent of soap... and a, a sour aroma as well, indeed."
"That is the smell of your pussy, Senior. Laura must have had quite a hard time too, right?"
Clafoutis bit her lip, turned her head, and deliberately stayed silent. The sudden surge of shame made her feel dizzy.
"Anyway, I am a diligent student who keeps her word."
Ramnusia stepped back. Clafoutis quickly squeezed her legs together and stared at the wall.
"Ah..."
The bright red number carved on the wall—102—meant only one thing.
"L-Let me out of here this instant, indeed! I wish to end this dreadful prison life, indeed!"
Clafoutis shouted while gripping the iron bars, her lips twitching.
Senior Clafoutis... Even though she knows I'm granting her wish... she's gotten so used to the reward-and-punishment system that she's acting as if she has some sort of right to it...
Giggling inwardly, Ramnusia caressed the Armonomicon at her waist, nodded, and placed her hand on the iron bars.
"Even without a Geas, I intended to keep my promise. Ehehehe... Congratulations, Senior."
— Clang!
With a loud metallic screech, the iron bars in front of her sank into the floor. Clafoutis took a very awkward step forward.
"...Haah...?!"
Waking up with a hot gasp, Clafoutis sat up, panting heavily.
"...Why?"
Looking around with blurry eyes, Clafoutis realized she had woken up in her own room.
...Come to think of it, since Ramnusia couldn't lie once she made me walk to the exit of that prison, she must have knocked me out and let me wake up in my room, indeed.
Thinking quickly, Clafoutis threw off the blanket and got out of bed. Naturally, she was completely naked, not even wearing the Reverse Bunny outfit.
"*Sniff, sniff*... It seems my life in that prison was not a dream, indeed."
Stroking the messy hair growing on her lower abdomen and noticing the strange scent lingering on her body, Clafoutis let out a long sigh.
"Ah... Finally... Finally... Finally! Finally!"
Clafoutis clenched her fists, her body trembling.
"Ramnusia Yuno! You had best prepare yourself, indeed! To subject me to such humiliation! O~hohoho!! I shall return the favor in kind, indeed! Starting with making you masturbate in front of our classmates, I shall make you urinate as well, indeed!"
Her shoulders shaking as she spoke, Clafoutis elegantly waved her right hand.
"Of course, before that, I must clearly tell Helene—h-huuu, uuugh...?!"
The moment she formed a magic circle at her fingertips, she squirted love juice once again with a *splat*! Staring blankly down at her pussy, Clafoutis gasped.
"Could... Ah...!!!"
Clafoutis clenched her fists. Come to think of it, Ramnusia had never said she would lift the black magic.
It matters not, indeed! Now that I am free, I can easily solve this pathetic black magic with theory, indeed! If all else fails, I can simply ask Salome, indeed!
Clicking her tongue sharply, Clafoutis ran her hands through her blue hair and headed to the bathroom.
"Laura Arnold, we must speak, indeed."
"...C-Clafoutis Senior? Where have you been all this time?"
"What? How dare you speak to me in such a..."
Having vanished from Cosmos Academy for over two weeks, Clafoutis's sudden reappearance was bound to cause a massive stir. But there was something Clafoutis had to do before she could face Helene. No matter how proud she was, she couldn't possibly meet Helene while cursed by a black magic spell that made her squirt like a fountain at the slightest use of mana.
In fact, she couldn't even live a normal academy life in this state, let alone see Helene.
"I shall skip the pleasantries, indeed. Laura Arnold, you must cooperate with me to lift this disgusting black magic curse on my body, indeed."
"...Black magic?"
Laura was in the middle of eating lunch, and the location was none other than the cafeteria. Glancing at the students crowding around them, Laura blinked and stared at Clafoutis.
"As for black magic, I..."
"It matters not, indeed! Laura Arnold! If you have a conscience, you must cooperate with me, indeed! Do you understand?!"
Clafoutis leaned in close to Laura, forcing eye contact. Her body wafted a scent so fresh and sweet it felt almost excessive.
"...I still remember what you did to my body, indeed!! I shall never expose the fact that you were Ramnusia's accomplice! So you must lift this black magic curse according to the method I have deciphered, indeed!"
"I-I have no idea what you are talking about..."
"Laura Arnold! Will you help me, indeed?! Or will you not?!"
"A-All right! All right! I'll help!"
Laura turned completely away from her food-laden table to face Clafoutis.
"...Laura, what's going on?"
"Is there some kind of problem?"
Aria and Luna, who were dining with her, chimed in. Clafoutis was clearly in a desperate rush.
"Ah... It's fine."
Laura smiled slightly and looked at Clafoutis. Clafoutis hastily pulled a piece of parchment from her breast pocket and showed it to her.
A customized magic circle designed to neutralize foreign demonic mana and restore the target's original flow.
"This is the magic formula I created, so look at it carefully and cast the spell, indeed."
"Yes, I understand... I'll cast the magic just as you wish, Clafoutis Senior."
Clafoutis's lips curled upward.
Finally... I shall escape this annoying black magic, indeed. I shall specially forgive Laura. I am not foolish enough to attack a fellow victim, indeed.
Laura slowly moved her fingers. She formed the magic circle exactly as Clafoutis wanted, channeled her mana, and cast the spell.
"Auh...?"
Clafoutis felt something strange. The odd sensation of her lower abdomen being gently caressed was not the magical effect she had hoped for.
"M-Mnh, ahh...?!"
With her clitoris suddenly being fondled, Clafoutis let out a sweet, strange moan.
"...Clafoutis Senior?"
"W-Why did she suddenly moan..."
Clafoutis had let out a melting moan right in front of everyone in the cafeteria, but that wasn't the real problem.
"L-Laura...! S-Stop! Stop this instant, indeed!"
Feeling her pussy being openly caressed and her clitoris gently rolled by a thumb, a shocked Clafoutis squeezed her thighs tightly together. Even as she rubbed her legs together with burning heat, the sensation of being touched did not fade in the slightest.
"But isn't this the magic you wanted, Clafoutis Senior?"
"I did not wish for this kind of magic... Haaah...!"
As her clitoris began to be violently rubbed side to side, Clafoutis desperately grabbed the table in front of her with both hands. In the end, she was left trembling, her hips thrust backward in front of numerous young ladies.
"What is, this, mgh...! Ha, aaah...! S-Stop, stop it, indeed...!"
Worse, she didn't just feel her clit being rubbed; she also felt the phantom sensation of Laura licking and sucking her.
"Clafoutis Senior... are you masturbating right now?"
Aria suddenly blurted out, grabbing Clafoutis's uniform skirt and flipping it up over her back.
"Whoa... Senior? Your pussy is soaking wet. Your panties are ruined, like you pissed yourself."
"S-Stop... No! My p-pussy...!"
Clafoutis quickly tried to pull her skirt down with her left hand, but it was useless. Aria slapped her hand away, preventing her from even grabbing the hem.
"I'll do exactly as you wish, Senior."
Laura forcibly injected Clafoutis with the pleasure of her clitoris being violently sucked and rubbed side to side.
"Ha, ha... Ha. Ah...!"
— Splat! Squirt! Squirrrrt!!!
Even through her panties, the fountain of fluid instantly drenched the fabric, sending heavy droplets of love juice dripping down her thighs.
"...What on earth is happening?"
"Is Clafoutis Senior a pervert or something? Why did she suddenly come to the cafeteria and..."
"She hasn't been seen for weeks, and now..."
"S-Someone do something!! Ah! How filthy!"
Amidst the murmurs of the young ladies, Clafoutis panted heavily, gripping the tablecloth as her hips spasmed.
"Senior, did that feel good? Having your pussy sucked—"
"Silence, indeed!"
Clafoutis snapped furiously at Laura, who was patting her buttocks, and tried to stand up.
— Whoosh!
However, as the tablecloth was violently yanked, Clafoutis lost her balance. Barely avoiding slamming her face into the table, she crashed chest-first onto the floor.
— Crash! Clatter!
At the same time, various foods, plates, and cups rained down upon Clafoutis's body.
"...Ha, haah..."
In a complete mess, Clafoutis stood up, trembling.
Why did Laura... do that to me...?
Unable to comprehend the situation and reduced to a pathetic state, Clafoutis wanted to clear her head. There were too many young ladies around. Every single one of them was whispering as they stared at Clafoutis's buttocks and panties. Some even called her filthy.
"Ugh... Y-You had best wait and see, indeed."
Trembling, she stood up and moved her legs, intending to flee the cafeteria.
"...Clafoutis!"
It was at that moment. Clafoutis ran right into Helene, who was standing at the entrance of the cafeteria.
"H-Hele... T-To see me... in this state..."
"What is the meaning of this, Clafoutis! Where on earth have you been all this time? I was deeply worried!"
Helene rushed over, looked down at Clafoutis, and let out a long sigh, her eyes filled with deep concern.
"I-I wanted to meet you in a better state... I did not wish to make Helene worry, indeed..."
"Clafoutis... you are my precious friend. Is it not wonderful news indeed that we are able to look upon your face once more?"
"H-Helene...!"
Tears welling in her eyes, Clafoutis reached out her arms, intending to throw herself into Helene's embrace.
"Eh...?"
At that moment, Helene lightly sidestepped her, grabbed Clafoutis's hips with both hands, and adjusted her posture so she was facing her.
* * *
"...Helene?"
This couldn't be happening. Clafoutis looked up at Helene, her face overflowing with bewilderment.
"Clafoutis... your uniform is in complete disarray. It would be highly unbecoming for you to walk down the hallways in such a state."
"Ah, ah... Y-You are worried about me, indeed? But it cannot be helped, indeed. There are some circumstances..."
Clafoutis, who was about to explain that she couldn't cast the spell to clean her clothes, stopped speaking when she saw Helene suddenly grab her shoulders.
— Rip!
Helene easily and simply grabbed Clafoutis's uniform and tore it to shreds.
"...Ah?"
"Stay still, Clafoutis. I shall assist you so that you may stand by my side in a far cleaner state."
Clafoutis stared blankly at her blouse, which Helene had torn so effortlessly. Horrifyingly, Helene's hands also easily ripped Clafoutis's bra, and did the same to her skirt and panties.
"... ..."
In an instant, Clafoutis was left completely naked, wearing nothing but her shoes, with her pubic hair fully exposed. Her eyebrows twitched as she looked up at Helene.
"T-This is..."
"Do not worry so, Clafoutis. This is all for your—"
"It is not, indeed! This is not right, indeed! This, this, this!! Helene is not this kind of woman, in-deed... ugh...! Mgh!"
Screaming with a pale face, Clafoutis pushed Helene away and shouted, only to trip and fall flat on the floor. At that moment, her lewdly twitching pussy was laid bare for all the surrounding young ladies to see, and as if on cue, a burst of laughter erupted.
"Ah, aaaahhhhh...!!!!!!!"
Letting out a scream so agonizing it felt as if her throat would tear, Clafoutis finally realized.
Something had gone horribly, terribly wrong.