Master's Bondage Sex Torture Seminar! The Slave Who Underestimated It Blushes Hotly Before the Lewd Tools!
Back at the academy with Sylvia, we were able to swiftly decide the fate of Seris, who was awaiting disciplinary action.
"Sylvia, is this really okay with you? I didn't step in because you were the one cursed, but honestly, I have no idea what's going on."
"Huh? Isn't this punishment enough? What were you hoping for?"
"...Really? Nah, nothing."
Sylvia responded with a puzzled look to my question. Her decision seemed pretty light by my standards, but I chose to respect her judgment. I was still new to this world, so I figured the locals knew best when it came to appropriate punishment levels.
Seris had caused trouble inside the academy, so the school had its own plans for her future handling. But beyond that, there was personal bad blood between us, so Seris's mother offered massive compensation in hopes of leniency.
In the end, Sylvia and Seris's mother reached an agreement after negotiations.
"Uwaaaah... I wasn't in my right mind for a moment! Forgive me just this once!"
"If the curse had fizzled out, I might've considered it. But you can't put spilled water back in the cup. Accept the consequences of what you did."
"Are these terms really acceptable, Sylvia Armani Rune Lumer?"
"Sylvia is fine for the title."
"Thank you for your mercy. I sincerely apologize once more for the harm my foolish daughter caused. Farewell."
"Mom!? Mom!! I was wrong! Save me!!"
Sylvia didn't change the terms despite Seris's pleas for forgiveness. There was physical discipline too. At first glance, it might seem like the mother was covering for her child by handling it herself, but upon closer listen, she'd beaten her quite mercilessly.
Sylvia hadn't shown me the scene, saying I was a boy and all... But honestly, I couldn't bear to watch someone get punished by others, so it kinda worked out that the mother did it herself. Compensation: 16,000 gold. That's how Sylvia and Seris's mother settled it.
I'd heard that the materials and production costs for the curse potion wouldn't even exceed 1,000 gold combined. So yeah, she got a hefty sum.
I'd gotten a nice pocketful of allowance on the spot too, but seeing the gold coins, I couldn't help regretting that I could've bought something even better.
"She'll be going to another academy now, so no need to worry about her anymore."
"What was the name again? Somewhere you can't live with your slave?"
"It's a place all witches avoid. If you screw up, that's where you go, so everyone usually keeps their behavior in check."
Doing lewd stuff like it's cake, but 'keeping behavior in check'? Sure.
The academy's official public discipline was: "Cadet Seris caused an unfortunate incident within Saint Georgia Magic Academy, so she can no longer remain here and will be transferred to another academy." But the place she was headed...
"Galian Magic Academy. Super strict rules, and once a witch enters, she can't leave until graduation. I've only heard about it, but the atmosphere is supposedly brutal and barren. They've agreed to inform the faculty there of the full details and mark her as a student needing close supervision, so it won't be just a little tiring."
It just looked like a transfer for causing trouble—nothing that big, right? Galian? The name sounds kinda creepy.
"Her slave will stay with her mother from now on, right?"
"Yeah. She'll only see her slave during breaks now? Self-inflicted, but it's sad to be separated from your slave like that. You usually have to repeatedly commit major offenses for them to even consider it, but she got sent there on the first go. Even I was surprised."
"To me, it seems kinda soft... But if you're satisfied, Master, whatever."
"Soft? You still don't get how terrifying it is to be parted from your slave."
"Says the Master who lost her memories."
"That's... true, but still."
I dropped the topic before she could get gloomy. Watching Seris leave with a final bowed-head apology, her face flushed with defeat, I finally accepted that I'd wanted harsher punishment for her.
"Seris, from now on, no more shitty behavior—go to Galian Magic Academy and live strong, okay~?"
"Sob..."
"Daughter, Sylvia the cadet is waiting."
"Hic...! Sorry, Sylvia..."
"Daughter, is that all?"
"Th-thank you for forgiving me with this!!!"
"...Farewell. I hope you never do anything foolish again."
"Ughhh..."
Seris hung her head low, her face dark. She looked seriously tormented. Was separating from that little shrimp for a few years really that bad? ...Well, I couldn't even last a day without Sylvia.
"We're truly sorry once more, Cadet Sylvia. Thank you for the amicable settlement."
"No problem."
Sylvia and I turned our backs on the departing mother-daughter pair and returned to the academy.
Recalling our vacation chats, this world looked like medieval fantasy but had all the modern quirks. It was a bizarre place where even criminals didn't get hands chopped off for pickpocketing or executed. That's why I hesitated to voice my idea of punishment in public—it could tarnish Sylvia's image if my rash words got out.
Prisons existed, but witches were never sent there. Instead, they got worked to the bone like extreme community service. That chronic labor shortage... Oof. Sylvia and all the witches here accepted this handling of Seris, but I alone felt uneasy.
Since the topic came up, I chatted with her more about crime and punishment. I was shocked to learn that major incidents harming others were rare in the past year. Was it because their myths lacked original sin stories like Adam and Eve eating the fruit? People here were surprisingly innocent.
Sylvia's country had lower crime rates and lighter offenses than the death-penalty-free nation I'd lived in before. Folks here were clueless about real evil... I was stunned to hear murder cases were only accidents or impulses—no premeditated ones.
And Seris meeting a mutant like me and impulsively causing this weird incident was the most shocking recent event. Perverted folks surprisingly had flower fields in their heads.
After finishing on that—me prying questions and getting kiss rewards each time—we moved to the sex torture for curse resolution.
...We got permission to skip classes again. When the faculty heard intense lewd sex torture was the key to the cure, it caused a stir. I was embarrassed, but Sylvia looked proud.
I whispered to her, "...Why so smug, Master? Not embarrassed...?"
"Why? It's something to brag about!"
"Yeah...?"
I let it drop. Still a long way to go.
As an extension of our volcanic zone trip, we got two extra days of class suspension. Once mentally prepared, we headed to the basement.
The dim basement light, perfect soundproofing, black toolboxes, and the suspicious restraint chair in the center—nothing here relaxed you.
Sylvia grinned at my stiff face, her silver hair swaying, as she slowly opened the black box like unveiling a treasure.
"Ta-da~! Hehe. Wanna know what these are?"
She's so excited. Sylvia lined up the lewd, obscene tools on the table like a kid at an amusement park.
She picked up a thin but thicker-than-a-needle, blunt little rod, placed it vertically on her lower belly, and smirked.
"This is a urethral plug you shove into a girl's piss hole! It's a magic tool that bonds inside the urethra! It reacts to the pre-registered slave's voice to open and close the passage! Controls the Master's squirting by the slave, and when it opens, a protrusion pops up on the clit back to stimulate as punishment!! I wanted to try this so bad—I read the manual hundreds of times!!"
What?! It started with something insanely hardcore.
As I gaped speechless, Sylvia gloated more.
"Uhihit! So you are a boy after all? Freaking out over lewd toys."
Her giggling was kinda annoying. Premature ejaculating sloppy pussy...
Next, she pulled out another blunt rod, infused it with mana, and it turned into a dildo. Sylvia grinned holding it.
"Magic tool molded from my slave's dick memory! How's it look!? Just like yours when erect, right? Knew I'd use it someday, but not this soon...!! Uhihit!"
It was pitch-black except for that, but otherwise my exact cock. Sylvia waved it proudly.
"One more for pussy and ass, FYI!?"
She plunked down another black dildo... Her brazen perversion left me speechless.
"This attaches to nipples and vibrates like mad to make the girl feel it! This tiny one's for the clit! Sizes differ, right!? This connects to the ceiling hook—wraps clit and nipples tight and pulls taut from above!! So lewd!!"
The more she explained, the dizzier I got. Sylvia... I knew, but... what an absurd virgin bitch. Well, not virgin anymore since I took it.
"Gag, restraint suit, whip, candle, this tiny one's urethral beads to lewd up the piss hole more, this thick one's for anal beading..."
"O-okay, got it. Stop with the tools."
"Aw? Then lemme explain this torture chair!!"
Whoosh! Wait, I just wanted a break... Sylvia lay on the suspicious chair fully clothed, placing her hands on the grips and legs on the supports.
"Like this~!!"
She channeled mana, and after a wait, the chair transformed. Click! Click! Click-click-click!! Whirr—clank!
Sylvia's limbs were soon locked at the joints, her whole body flipped face-down. Head upside down, lower body up, legs splayed wide with feet by her head. Like an inverted frog, she kept explaining.
"You control it with mana when sitting, but once done, you can't release yourself! Can't move a muscle in this pose—and there are others!? Ah. Can't move now... Release me!"
"R-right..."
I couldn't rein in her excitement and just followed orders.
Somehow infusing mana freed her restraints. She sat back and demoed more perverted positions, boasting the chair's features...
"Why show that pose first? Yuseong's proactive for a guy with lewd stuff!? So pussy's up top for easy tool torture on Master's holes, while mouth swallows slave cock—for dual sex torture and cum service!!"
"Thaaat makes sense... Haha..."
Bound pervert-style, Sylvia V-smiled with her mouth and huffed proudly.
"Master's smart, right!! Sex torture and cum service! Only I could think of this genius idea! Hehit! Unprecedented!!"
"Ooh... Amazing... As expected of Sylvia... Our Master sure is something..."
Face burning, I agreed and praised everything. The reality of sex torture far exceeded my imagination—purely hardcore.
Fuck...! I thought it'd be tie her up, tease with dildo or fingers, then finish with sex...!
Overwhelmed by unheard-of perverted tools, I struggled to cool my flushed face. Weak in physical contests, but her pervy knowledge—honed by genius education—still outpaced mine.