Taming Clafoutis Magica — Making Her Have Bad Dreams
"Ah, haaa... haaa...!" Clafoutis, wearing nothing but stark white stockings and a single shoe, ran down the hallway for what felt like an eternity, clutching her bouncing breasts with both hands. Unable to even make it inside her dormitory room, the young lady panted pitifully, finally collapsing to the floor and pressing down hard on her racing heart.
"This... this cannot be... Helene... Helene would never..." Clafoutis was utterly bewildered by the situation. Helene, who is more considerate of others than anyone else, would never tear my clothes off, indeed!
Clafoutis Magica knew Helene's past better than anyone. She was a girl who fully understood the weight and meaning of the red chains bound around Helene's wrists. There was a simple reason for this: Clafoutis was Helene's childhood friend. She had witnessed her upbringing and knew her true character inside and out.
That was why she knew, with absolute certainty, that Helene would never commit such an act—casually ripping her clothes to shreds and stripping her of her very panties.
"Helene is..." She is absolutely not that kind of woman. Biting her lip hard, Clafoutis shook her head. "...And the same goes for Lady Laura."
While she couldn't claim to know everything about Laura Arnold, Clafoutis knew enough. If anything, Laura was a 'covert' sort of girl. She didn't have the temperament or the sheer audacity to openly torment someone in the middle of the cafeteria. In truth, though Laura detested Ramnusia and spoke ill of her constantly, she would never stoop to such vulgar acts as pulling off her skirt or burning her bra in public. She was not the type to openly abuse someone by pouring water over their head or kicking them in the crotch.
"Something is..."
"You realized something was wrong much faster than I expected, didn't you, Senior Clafoutis?" Accompanied by the clicking of heels, Ramnusia Yuno appeared, twirling a strand of her shimmering red hair.
"R-Ramnusia..." Her fingers trembling violently, Clafoutis glanced around before standing up, no longer even bothering to cover her nakedness. "What on earth have you done, indeed?!"
Clafoutis grabbed Ramnusia by the collar with both hands, shaking her back and forth with immense strength. Her grip was so powerful that Ramnusia's red hair swayed wildly with every jerk.
"Even if you ask me what I've done..."
"I am no fool, indeed!"
"Surely someone as intelligent as you, Senior, can figure it out?" Ramnusia smirked, gently patting Clafoutis's pale, bare shoulders as if caressing them.
"That... that is..."
"I'm no idiot either, you see. I know very well that someone like you, Senior Clafoutis... would stop at nothing to get revenge on me."
Clafoutis's brow twitched. Ramnusia cupped Clafoutis's cheeks with both hands, gently stroking them.
"So... I used a little bit of black magic."
"B-Black magic? But you already used that on me..."
"Senior Clafoutis... why is an intelligent person like you acting so dense? You know, don't you?"
"How... how could you master a new black magic in such a short time? H-Have you... have you sold your very soul to an evil god, indeed?!"
Ramnusia gently caressed Clafoutis's chin with her thumb, gave a sweet, eye-curving smile, and let her hand drop. Her freed hand naturally migrated to Clafoutis's tense breasts, expertly kneading the soft mounds of flesh.
"...What are you..."
"You immediately realized that Laura's behavior was strange... and that Helene's behavior was strange too, didn't you?"
Ramnusia lightly flicked Clafoutis's nipple with her finger. "Controlling Laura might be possible, but controlling Helene is entirely out of the question. As the genius mage Clafoutis Magica, surely you know that best?"
Clafoutis swallowed hard. It was impossible. Mind-control magic could never work so easily on Helene. Helene Holympus was not such a weak, fragile existence. Yet, Helene had acted exactly as Ramnusia desired.
"Could... could it be..." It was a conclusion so absurd and nonsensical that she had locked it away in the deepest recesses of her mind, but now that it resurfaced, Clafoutis's lips trembled violently. "Ramnusia Yuno! There is no way a creature like you could ever cast such magic, indeed!"
Clap! Ramnusia lightly clapped her hands.
"Oh my goodness...!" "W-What is that...? Why is Senior Clafoutis completely naked?" With that single clap, the world transformed in an instant. The ordinary hallway suddenly became a magic training ground crowded with countless students. Gathering in small groups, the students stared at Clafoutis as if they had been waiting for this exact moment, their voices rising in a loud murmur.
"Oh... as expected of the princess of the Magica Kingdom, her body is on another level." "Look at those breasts. That's insane." The snickers and comments of the young noble boys echoed.
"Wow... is Clafoutis a pervert?" "Is she showing off her body or what? Why is she naked? What's going on?" "Look at her down there..." There were, of course, young ladies whispering malicious, underhanded remarks.
"Ah, ah... ah...!" Unable to bear the weight of their voices and gazes, Clafoutis collapsed to the ground, desperately trying to cover her breasts and her groin with her hands.
"W-What is... this... How could this..." "You know it is entirely possible, Senior." Ramnusia looked down at her with a smirk.
Gush. Clafoutis's eyes trembled as she looked up at Ramnusia. Feeling a sickening warmth of blood trickling from her private parts, she clutched her blue hair with trembling fingers.
"The... the promise...! I knew it...! The Geas back then...!"
"Whatever do you mean, Senior Clafoutis? I let you out of the prison cell. You are free."
"How can you call this freedom when I am merely dancing in the palm of your hand, indeed?!"
"Because right now, Senior, you are simply having a slightly bad dream."
"Ah..." Opening her eyes to the sound of a clap, Clafoutis's hands trembled. She was standing somewhere, still dressed in the reverse bunny suit.
"W-Where..." Feeling an instinctive dread from the surreal landscape before her eyes, Clafoutis spun around. Behind her was a door—the very door Ramnusia always opened with a smirk. On the other side of that door lay the prison cell where she had been confined for days. Staring at it blankly, Clafoutis stumbled and turned back around.
"... ..." Clafoutis's mouth hung open. In the center of the room stood a large round table, and the walls were pinned with various drawings and sheets of paper.
"Ah..." Walking toward the wall as if in a trance, Clafoutis examined the drawings of herself and the documents before taking a hasty step back.
"It seems you've finally woken up from your bad dream, Senior?"
"R-Ramnusia..." The moment the voice echoed from behind her, Clafoutis turned around with trembling fingers to meet her gaze.
"Our promise..."
"I kept it, didn't I? I merely made you have a slightly bad dream, Senior."
"You cannot possibly cast such magic, indeed!"
"Are you sure about that?" Ramnusia strode over to Clafoutis and lightly tapped her lower abdomen with her palm.
Hummm! With a sickening pink glow, the magic circle engraved on Clafoutis's lower abdomen flared to life before fading away.
"You are a very clever person, after all. If you thought you were completely safe and could screw me over, you wouldn't hesitate, would you? And since you're Helene's friend, you might even expose me in a fit of emotion, thinking you have nothing left to lose."
"R-Ramnu... sia..."
"So, I simply installed a little safety device."
"What have you done to my body, indeed?!" Clafoutis screamed, swinging her fist wildly at Ramnusia.
"Ugh, ah?!" Swinging her fist wildly into empty air, Clafoutis lost her balance and fell flat on her face, her breasts scraping comically against the cold floor.
"Uhehehe... Senior. Throwing punches the moment you step out of your cell... how dangerous."
"Ah? Ahhh? Ah?!" Realizing she was once again standing right at the 'exit of the prison cell,' Clafoutis scrambled to her feet and frantically patted her lower abdomen.
"Ugh, ah...?!"
"Oh my~ You noticed right away, Senior?"
"R-Ramnusia... y-you...!"
"...Or did I already explain it to you in your nightmare? The nature of that safety device?" Clafoutis stared blankly at Ramnusia, who let out a malicious laugh.
"Th-This too...! This is a dream as well, indeed! It must be a horrible nightmare, indeed! It is a dream! It is a dream! It is a dream! It is absolutely a dream, indeed!!!" Shaking as if having a seizure, Clafoutis bit down on her tongue with all her might.
"Cough, cough...! *Hack*...!" Opening her eyes with a ragged gasp, Clafoutis only slowly realized she was lying in a bed.
"Clafoutis! Art thou alright?"
"Ah... ah...?" The moment she saw Helene—the face she had yearned for so desperately—a wave of relief washed over her, and she hurriedly clutched the blanket to cover her body.
"Fear not. Look not upon me with such a face, Clafoutis."
"Helene..."
"Calm thy heart. Am I not right here by thy side?" Helene smiled, gently stroking Clafoutis's shoulder.
"I know not what trials thou hast endured to be found in such a state in the hallway, but..."
"...The hallway...?"
"Indeed. Thou hast been missing from the Academy for weeks, only to be discovered in the dormitory corridor." As Helene gently held and caressed her hand, Clafoutis blinked. Though she still felt as if she were trapped in a bad dream, Clafoutis had always been weak to Helene. She was her childhood friend. She was the Imperial Princess. It was only natural to lean on her when she shone so warmly and brightly.
"H-Helene... I... I..."
"Speak freely, my friend."
"I was... I was kidnapped by R-Ramnusia Yuno, indeed. In that place, I was subjected to terrible, shameful, and humiliating things." Clafoutis looked up at Helene, her face twisted into an awkward, strained smile.
"By Ramnusia Yuno?"
"Yes! Helene!! I know you place some trust in that woman! But!! Please hear me out! If we call Lady Laura as a witness, we will know immediately, indeed—" Clafoutis, pouring out her emotions in a rapid torrent, suddenly froze.
"Hele..."
"Thou art a clever one, Clafoutis. Why dost thou repeat the very same mistake?" Helene's hand casually yanked the blanket away, her warm palm beginning to stroke Clafoutis's lower abdomen and her mound.
"Ah, n-ngh...?!"
"It seems thou art in dire need of punishment."
"S-Stop!! Stop!! Stop! N-Nooo!! Helene! N-No...! No...!" Thrashing in desperation, Clafoutis shoved Helene's face away with both hands and threw herself off the bed with all her might.
"Gasp...!" Waking up to a sharp, tingling pain in her breasts and cheeks, Clafoutis's fingers trembled as she saw Ramnusia sitting leisurely in front of her.
"Ha... haaa..." Panting heavily, Clafoutis looked down as she felt a strange, wet squelch beneath her feet and a damp sensation on her thighs and lower abdomen. She was standing in a puddle that felt larger than she expected. Though she couldn't tell its color, her thighs and groin were uncomfortably soaked, allowing her to easily deduce its nature.
Clatter. Ramnusia Yuno was casually dining. Seated at the large round table, a delicious-looking dinner was laid out before her, with Keres tirelessly attending to her every need.
"...Which turn... is this, indeed?"
"It is the thirty-fifth loop, Milady," Keres replied with a gentle smile on Ramnusia's behalf.
"Thirty... five..." Clafoutis blankly stroked her lower abdomen, her lips twitching. Is this reality... or could it be another dream... Naturally giving up on trying to think, Clafoutis, still clad in the reverse bunny suit, moved like a broken puppet toward the dining Ramnusia. Clafoutis Magica was intelligent. There was only one way to wake up from a bad dream.
"Junior... Ramnusia..." Trembling, Clafoutis forced the words out. She dropped her pale knees to the floor, pressed her hands flat against the ground, and bowed until her forehead touched the floor.
"P-Please, no more... forgive me, indeed... Once I go outside, I... I will handle everything myself, indeed."
"What an amusing thing to say, Senior."
"Forgive me, indeed, Junior! I was the one who ugly-mindedly clung to your mistakes and tormented you! I have committed a sin worthy of death, indeed. But, but! If you forgive me, I will do my utmost... to serve you, indeed!"
Ramnusia smirked. Taking a slow, deep gulp of her swirling wine, she extended her right foot and stepped on the back of Clafoutis's head.
"You can't do that, Senior."
"N-No, indeed..."
"The very moment you think you're free, you'll run to Helene, tell her everything, and have my head cut off, won't you?"
"Not this time, indeed! Absolutely not, indeed! I swear it is not so, indeed!"
Ramnusia ground her sole down, pressing Clafoutis's head into the floor before lifting her foot slightly.
"I cannot trust you, Senior."
"J-Junior...!"
"So, sleep forever in your bad dreams. Ah, but don't worry. If you get too dirty, Keres will wash you, and you'll even get to eat in reality once in a while."
As Ramnusia turned back to her meal, Clafoutis frantically grabbed her ankle with both hands.
"Junior...! Junior! Please, hear me out, indeed!"
Ramnusia didn't even spare her a glance, slicing her meat with her fork and knife.
"Junior Ramnusia...! I will make a blood oath, indeed! I will swear absolute loyalty to you! I will make an oath to be your slave and do whatever you command, indeed!" Clafoutis offered a desperate, bright smile, kissing the top of Ramnusia's foot repeatedly.
"And... and it is no ordinary blood oath, indeed! It is an oath that you, Junior, will surely... surely love, indeed!"
"...Spit it out, then."
"An oath... sealed with the v-virgin blood of Clafoutis Magica, indeed! If you do not believe me, I shall stamp the Geas with my own maiden blood, indeed!"
Ramnusia naturally looked past Clafoutis, turning her gaze toward Keres.
"Should Lady Clafoutis Magica violate her oath, she will be struck by the curse of blood and the Geas, suffering a torment too wretched for my lips to utter... and she shall perish, deeply regretting ever being born a woman, Milady," Keres explained smoothly.
"Uhehehe... ehehehe... To think you would come up with such a mad method, Senior Clafoutis..." Ramnusia set down her knife and fork, a deeply satisfied expression spreading across her face.
"Very well, Senior. Where would you like to have your first time? Here in the prison cell? Or in your own room?"