Gripping My Thrashing Master's Clit to Calm Her and Bolting to the Professors – Digging Up How to Break This Bullshit Curse
I didn't give a damn that I was buck naked with my dick flopping around. I smacked Seris's wand away and locked her in a headlock.
"Ah, my wand...! Gkerk...!?"
Fuckin' hell, she's tall as shit. Those heels make her as tall as me, maybe even taller. You goddamn camel-eyebrowed bitch, bow your head! Squeeze!
"Kehhek!!!"
Seris reached for her flying wand, but her long giraffe neck was trapped in my forearm. Taste the strength I've built from a month of power-fucking with Sylvia!
"Keeeek...!! Kraaah... air...! AIRRR...!!"
"What the fuck did you do to my master, you bitch?! Spill it now!!"
"Ack! Ack! Aaaack!!"
Seris let out ugly squeals as I pinned her down. I kept choking her out until she was drained, smashing her skull against my jawbone too. What the hell did this psycho do? A curse? A goddamn curse?? She's crossed the line. Punishment first, no mercy. Die! Die, you cunt!! I made sure she couldn't even answer while forcing her to talk.
"Gweeeek! Gu-gweeeek! Kreeee... talk... krhhee... caaan't......"
"What!!! Speak up, bitch!!"
"Grraaawr......"
Seris tapped out like she was surrendering, but I wasn't letting up. What did my sweet master do to deserve a curse?! This ain't enough for you! Somehow my dick ended up wedged between her ass cheeks, but I ignored that shit and wrapped my whole body around hers like an anaconda, squeezing relentlessly.
"Kerrrrrk...."
Seris's face went from red to blue. She spewed grotesque screams, drool pouring from her foaming mouth. She's about to die for real. Better let go...
"Kehheeeek...! Hooeeeek! Hhek! Hheek!!"
The second her body went limp, she gulped air through her freed throat. Exhausted, she couldn't move, her flat chest and Adam's apple heaving up and down. Pathetic sight, you wicked slut. Suits you perfect.
I picked up Seris's wand from across the room and walked to my master, Sylvia.
"Sylvia! Master! You okay?"
But the moment my hand touched her, she spazzed out?
Squirt!Squirt!!
"Haaah!! Why does it feel so... when a loser like you touches me?! Hngh...!"
Why the fuck is she cumming like this? She's sensitive, sure, but she's trained to hold it in. Something's wrong.
It seems she's lost her memories due to the curse...!
"Fuck? So it's a memory-loss curse?"
I don't know. We'll have to investigate from now on.
Fuckin' hell, for real. Ruining my perfect harem life... I wanna beat that Seris bitch to death. Choke her again? Grit. She never belonged in my fantasy pure-love life anyway... Hey, Seris, you're eliminated. I mentally declared it to her with pure rage, then tried supporting Sylvia again.
"Eek...! G-get your hand off...! Feels gross...! Haaah!!"
Squirt! Squirt!
She slapped my hand away saying it felt bad, but her body convulsed and squirted nonstop. What the hell? Confused, I asked my master.
"Hey, what the fuck... why are you like this, Sylvia? Master? Snap out of it!"
For some reason, she couldn't answer after just two orgasms in a row. Then Dark Bringer added a new theory.
This... seems like the master's master has come to hate the master.
"What the fuck? Master's master hates the master? No, your eyes are fucked. Say it again."
The master's master hates the sooo~nyeon.
"Aha... no. Hey! You said memory-loss curse earlier. That's not all? Why change your story? Stick to the first one!"
I don't know either. But can't you see it? The master's master hasn't just lost memories. She's clearly showing disgust toward the boy. Maybe a curse magic that makes the target hate someone.
I was utterly shocked. Sylvia... hates me?
"No way... a magic that fucking shitty...... Any way to break it?"
Forgot where we are? It's a magic academy full of witches.
"Right, fuck yeah!!! Let's hit the admin office now!"
I scooped Sylvia up, and she instinctively hugged my neck—then shoved my cheek away, thrashing to be let down.
"Eeek! What are you doing?! I said don't touch me...! Heeeeng...!"
Grab her clit, and her strength melts. Looks like the curse didn't revert her body's state. Sylvia had evolved into a super-sensitive squirting pussy but trained to endure orgasms to a point. Now she's forgotten that too, cumming easy and helpless. Well, she barely resisted before anyway. No time for this!
Premature, but... perhaps she's forgotten everything after meeting the boy.
"Damn... Sounds plausible, helps but pisses me off. Let's move!"
"L-let... leet gooo... Heeey...!"
"Stay still! Or I'll yank this clit."
"Heegeeeek!!"
Squeeze her weakly thrashing clit, and she shoots from her urethra like a water gun, going docile. Like a kitten grabbed by the scruff? Fuck, quit the useless thoughts—time to go!
Clothes! Put on clothes first, boy...!
"Right. Hey Master, stop slipping away! Gotta keep gripping this clit."
"Nooo...! Nooow...! Heeeng...!"
I threw on clothes roughly, kicked Seris's ass once as she lay sprawled, gripped Dark Bringer in the arm holding Sylvia, and headed to the admin office crawling with professors.
After arriving at the admin office and a brief commotion...
Not just the witch professors inside, but others trickled in from their labs as word spread. Lucky the incident hit right before semester start—professors were returning. Perfect timing amid the shitstorm.
Murmur murmur...!
"A curse this potent... impossible for a cadet like Seris?"
"Looks like this one, Professor Mila."
"Hm. Let me see."
I huddled in the corner of the admin office. Sylvia's face soured whenever she saw me. She'd regained some sanity after arriving but said an inexplicable disgust and irritation toward me bubbled up automatically. She heard the basics—that I'm her slave—and tried avoiding eye contact to compose herself. I was impressed. Damn, Sylvia's quick on the uptake. Total protagonist vibes. So cool. ...Though her body leaks juices at the slightest touch.
Anyway, the curse made her emotions go haywire. Her smart brain figured out: avoid eye contact, pretend the convo partner isn't me via self-hypnosis, and the hatred doesn't trigger much. Impressive! But I was still down. My irreplaceable other half suddenly icing me out...
This reality where Sylvia's shunning me ain't real!! Uwaaa! Seris, you fucking cu—!
I swallowed my rage, cursing Seris inwardly again. Can't make a scene in this heavy vibe... Please fix it, professors...!!
From afar, I saw witch professors of mixed ages—from mid-20s to principal-range—clustered, examining Sylvia. I prayed desperately to them. Fuck gods. Professors are all I got. Pro-fessors...
"But what's with this thick smell lingering?"
"Oh... you came late, Professor? It's slave cum inside Cadet Sylvia. Cum."
"What!? Why does the cum smell so strong? Wait, all that white stuff on the floor is cum?!"
"The slave behind her has exceptional stamina, I heard. Straight from him."
No fuck?! Don't gossip about my cum! I answered every question honestly when we got here. So embarrassing...!
The witch professors gossiped briefly but quickly analyzed the curse on Sylvia. Dark Bringer's guess was spot-on, mostly. They dragged in collapsed Seris from the hall and got the confession: a curse picking two targets, making one hate the other. Memory loss? Probably unintended side effect...? Maybe backlash from her weak skills forcing results.
Simple effect. Just prays for the caster's wish to fuck shit up. Bluntly, cursing hated guys like "trip and die!" with a chance to make 'em trip. Useless unless overwhelming their mana. Seris wished: make Sylvia or her slave hate the other! Why that shit, seriously.
Normally, Seris couldn't curse Sylvia—she's way weaker! What enabled it: a curse potion from her mom's young collection. Banned item that lets curses hit stronger foes reliably.
Solo curse magic fades in days, win or lose. Physical results like scrapes linger, but bad-luck vibes vanish in a week to month. But the potion amps power and duration—decades minimum, lifetime if unlucky. Needed swift removal.
With clues gathered, they started debating curse-lifting methods.