Chapter 14
Chapter 14
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 14
Chapter Title: Th-this Isn't Research...!
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"Nngh...!"
I was facing the greatest crisis of my life.
"What do I do?"
I glared at the blackboard.
A complex magic circle.
The magic circle imprinted on my soul.
This was probably the essence of the curse.
The problem was, I hadn't verified if I'd drawn it correctly yet.
"I trust my memory, but..."
As a scholar, blindly trusting memory without verification was unforgivable.
It wasn't about producing results—what mattered was their accuracy.
That was why even completing one spell required testing it hundreds of times.
There was always the chance it was a fluke.
"Seriously, what do I do?"
I needed to compare the magic circle on the blackboard with the one imprinted on my soul.
Researching with a flawed diagram would be a complete waste of time.
The issue was, to compare them, I'd have to elevate my soul.
And the way to do that was...
Masturbation.
I hated to admit it, but when the Princess had teased my clit and brought me to orgasm multiple times, everything focused on the pleasure, letting me vividly see the soul realm.
"There must be other ways..."
But nothing else came to mind.
It was the first time in my life I'd felt everything converge so intensely on one thing.
As a magic researcher, this was embarrassing.
No matter how immersed I got in research, I'd never lost myself that completely.
I was ashamed to even call myself a scholar.
"A-alright... This is for research, right? Yeah?"
There was no one to agree, but I sought agreement anyway.
This wasn't self-justification.
It really was for research. Really.
"Just verification."
I solemnly locked the lab door.
I shook it several times, double-checking it was secure.
"It's for research, yeah."
This wasn't an excuse.
Really.
It truly was for research.
Even so, why did I feel this guilt?
It was like a thief steeling himself before the act, knowing it was wrong.
I kicked off my shoes and lay on the sofa.
I lifted my hips and hiked my robe up to my waist.
White skin contrasted against the black fabric, revealing white panties at the end.
"Ahem."
I cleared my throat awkwardly and slipped off the panties.
The thin, rolled-up fabric caught on my left ankle.
I spread my legs and craned my neck to look down.
Where there should have been a pillar, it was now smooth and gone.
The only thing catching my eye was the faint pubic hair.
Pinkish pubic hair.
Even that had changed color because I'd become a woman.
Pubic hair color shouldn't relate to gender, but apparently it did.
"Hoo."
I took a deep breath.
It felt like testing a magic theory I'd organized.
I was tense. Shaky.
To think I'd be nervous about masturbating—self-loathing nearly surged, but I held it back.
"This is for research. A real researcher faces any challenge for their work."
Yeah, this was a challenge.
"Masturbation challenge!"
Saying it out loud made it weird.
Forget I said that.
It was just to myself, so I could take it back.
"R-right here, yeah?"
I slowly reached down.
My fingers rubbed between the plump outer labia.
I peeled back the skin at the slit’s end, coaxing out the shy bud hidden inside.
I spread my legs wider.
The tightly closed pussy opened up.
Like butterfly wings unfolding, the pinkish inner labia parted.
Now the clit was even clearer.
"Nng... Hn..."
Recalling the Princess's caresses, I rubbed my clit just like she had.
I mashed it with my finger, circling round and round.
A sharp zing of stimulation shot through me.
My hips bucked involuntarily, tension gripping both cheeks of my ass.
I didn't know if I was just sensitive or if it was a naturally sensitive spot, but even that light touch felt good.
"No, no! Not that it feels good...!"
I snapped back to reality, shaking my head vigorously.
This wasn't for pleasure.
Research. Research.
This was verification to compare the two magic circles.
I focused again, rubbing my clit.
"Hng... Haa..."
A woman's body was truly wondrous.
I was stimulating my clit, yet my whole body reacted as if it were its own affair.
My nipples especially tingled.
It felt like the buds hidden in my areolas were begging to be scratched too.
"...Stronger stimulation might end this faster?"
I decided to indulge that plea.
I untied my waistband and fully removed the robe.
In case it got wet, I neatly folded it aside.
I lifted my bra.
Large breasts swung free as the bra came off.
They jiggled like pudding, firm and bouncy.
My areolas seemed a bit puffier than usual—I brought my hand to them.
I slipped fingers between, poking the nipple.
"Haang...♡"
I clapped a hand over my mouth in shock.
"Th-that just now..."
Even to me, it sounded too feminine.
A woman's voice from a woman's throat was natural.
That wasn't the point.
"Hn, hngh..."
Holding my breath, I kept poking the nipple.
Stimulating the upper nub and the lower one at once.
The stimulation was definitely stronger.
Rub rub, rub rub.
But even with constant stimulation, something felt lacking.
It was weaker than when the Princess touched me.
Despite playing with two erogenous zones.
Of course.
Stimulation from others always felt more intense.
There was also the consideration factor.
When touching yourself, your actions were restrained.
Unconscious self-protection.
"Come to think of it..."
The Princess hadn't just rubbed—she'd pinched too.
"Fine, gotta finish quick...!"
I boldly pinched my clit.
"Haaang...♡"
As if flipping a switch, twisting it lifted my hips automatically.
At the same time, the fingers toying with my nipple twisted it too.
Heat surged, blanking my mind for a moment.
Not quite an orgasm, but the sudden intense wave brought tinnitus ringing in my ears.
"Haa... Hic... This is dangerous..."
Having experienced masturbation as both genders, the female version was more stimulating.
My brain might perceive unfamiliar pleasure more strongly.
Whatever.
Humans were slaves to pleasure, and it dulled the mind.
As if to prove it, my hands moved busier.
I pressed three fingers together, frantically rubbing the clit with their tips.
I tugged my nipples as if trying to pull them out of my areolas.
I didn't know much about female masturbation techniques, but humans instinctively learned what felt good.
"Ah... Ah..."
My lower belly heated up.
My heart raced, breaths ragged.
Stamina drained like I'd sprinted full-tilt.
The signals of climax began to build.
I remembered the sensation from the Princess's climaxes.
No other thoughts now.
Focus only on masturbating.
Dye all emotions in pleasure.
My pussy started moistening slickly.
Warm love juices smeared stickily on my fingers.
Those fingers coated my clit.
Ah, I'm gonna cum.
The climax signal hit.
I'd never understood why we say "I'm going" at climax.
Now I did.
"Hngggggh...!!"
Nothing else described it.
My toes curled on their own.
Inner thighs tensed, trembling.
My hips bounced, shaking the sofa with each thrust.
The moment fog clouded my mind, I checked the soul realm.
I checked the magic circle.
Huh?
The magic circle was different.
Not completely—it was missing one line.
One part of the circle, shaped like a succubus's vulva depicting a woman's womb, needed an extra line.
There definitely hadn't been that line...
Good thing I'd checked.
In magic circles, a single line made all the difference.
One line could turn it into a completely different spell.
"Haa... Hn... Ha...!"
I gasped raggedly, coming back to my senses.
"Good... Confirmed the magic circle..."
My body itched for more pleasure.
My left nipple, tugged hard, protruded sharply.
First time seeing it stick out like that on this body.
"No...!"
Any more masturbation wasn't for research.
With strong willpower, I shook off the desire.
"What's not allowed?"
"Eek!"
A low voice that made my breasts quiver startled me—I bounced up on the sofa.
"Wh-what...?"
The Princess was there.
How?
I'd definitely locked the door.
"Curious what you'd do locking the door alone... and here you were, up to such naughty mischief."
"Uh, uhh, uhhh..."
"How'd I get in with it locked?"
The Princess pulled a key from her pocket.
"It opens every door in the Palace of Life. I have it."
The Princess smirked lewdly, one corner of her mouth twisted.
I'd been caught by the one person I absolutely couldn't get caught by.
"Enjoying woman's pleasure, are we?"
"N-no, it's not like that."
"You came so blissfully though. Even let out those cute little cries."
Cold sweat drenched me.
My stomach churned—not painful, but quivering madly.
"Th-this... was for research. To confirm if the magic circle was drawn accurately... Y-yes, that."
I frantically explained.
"Hmm~"
She clearly didn't believe me.
"Then why not call me?"
"Why call you, Princess?"
"I'd help. We're partners in this curse, aren't we?"
"Partners is a bit..."
"So from now on, I'll help."
"Huh?"
The Princess approached abruptly.
Skilled fingers slid between my legs, grabbing my pussy.
"A-ah?"
She seized it like grabbing my collar.
"D-don't...!"
I tried closing my legs.
With her hand already inside, it only trapped her more.
But I couldn't spread them either.
I pressed her arm desperately, pushing.
"Just helping with research."
"Th-this isn't research...!"
"What you were doing is too."
"Th-that... was research..."
"Can't just wrap it up however you like."
"It really was...!"
The Princess nodded exaggeratedly, yeah yeah.
She showed no sign of understanding.
"Today, I'll teach you another female erogenous zone."
"That's definitely not research!"
"It is."
Her callused finger swept up my slick pussy slit.
"Hik...!"
The Princess leaned closer, whispering.
"Research on pleasure."
Her finger entered my body.