The Madness of First-Grade Forbidden Arts
"Of course. First-grade forbidden arts are knowledge no ordinary human could ever accept. The Shakallu-Enshar is one thing, but even knowing about Enju Nirum alone would drive you insane with madness... And you're saying you took in both? Back-to-back? How the hell are you not melting away?"
Shake shake!
Aleister grabbed my shoulders and shook me violently. Her slender arms hid a ridiculous amount of strength.
"Mmph! Mmmph!!"
Thanks to that, Kang Jia—sandwiched between me and Aleister's massive tits—was on the verge of having her face squished flat.
Was this what they called a titty press...?
"Ugh... Calm down a bit."
I was getting crushed by Jia's head from behind and Aleister's heaving breasts from the front, but my mind was on what she'd just said.
Just knowing a first-grade forbidden art could make you go mad?
Then Aleister's earlier reaction was kinda weird, wasn't it?
If mere knowledge shattered your mind, she shouldn't have asked where I picked it up—she should've freaked out the second Shakallu-Enshar slipped from my lips.
Which meant...
"So there's a difference between just hearing about a first-grade forbidden art and learning it through the Equinox Book?"
"Obviously! The Equinox Book is a grimoire I connected to the fringes of the Akashic Records using every ounce of my power."
"Akashic... Records?"
"The repository of omniscience. The archive holding all the knowledge of the universe. Offering blood to the Equinox Book means downloading that knowledge straight into your head—or however you kids put it these days. It's on a whole other level from just hearing rumors!"
Ah...!
That explained the weirdness.
No matter how good my memory, there's no way I could've memorized the hundreds of geometric shapes and symbols from that insanely complex Enju Nirum Void Whisper magic circle after one glance—ten seconds at most—then reproduced it perfectly on the classroom floor.
It all made sense if the info had been directly imprinted on my brain.
The Equinox Book, which I'd dismissed as a magical encyclopedia, was way more dangerous than I'd thought.
That realization reminded me of the massive screwjob Enju Nirum had pulled on me.
I grumbled briefly to Aleister.
"Sigh... Speaking of which, wasn't that a bit much? Sneaking false info into a grimoire like that."
I almost died because of that bullshit.
But Aleister stared at me like I was spouting nonsense.
"False info? Are you an idiot? What did I just say?"
"That it's a top-tier knowledge transfer spell."
"No, not that!"
"Uh..."
"Heh... You've got terrifying talent for magic, but you're oddly dense in weird ways. Anyway, I don't know what you saw that made you think it was fake, but anything stated in there is as close to eternal, immutable truth as it gets. What do you think the Akashic Records are? The ark of cosmic providence. I'm a great witch, sure, but even I can't twist that kind of info."
But if Enju Nirum was really just meant for communication, why the hell did it drag me in front of Hastur? Why did the effect get so warped?
No clue.
Maybe a side effect of the Altered Common Sense.
I could've asked Aleister outright—she might give some answer—but with her memories wiped by Hastur, it wasn't a secret I wanted to shove in her face.
She'd cleanly erased it and swapped in fakes. Poke at it cluelessly, and who knows what mess I'd cause.
Instinctively, she was low-key deferential to me—or rather, to the Outer God linked to my mind. But if she realized her psyche had been messed with by one, she might take out her disgust on me.
Sociopaths and narcissists were like that.
"...Got it. Anyway, could you move now? Jia's about to die."
"Mmph... glurk..."
Jia was starting to suffocate under those tits.
A immature boy might call this heaven, but Jia was a girl—and not a lesbian.
"Oh? She's so tiny I didn't notice."
"Hahk...! Hahk...! Oppa!! This old hag's bullying me! Punish her!!"
How was I supposed to punish her...?
"Good girl, Jia. Hang in there."
That was the best I could manage.
"Wah... Oppa's lame... I hate you..."
I hugged the whining Jia like a comfort doll and spoke up again. Time to wrap this contract and boot the witch out.
"Anyway, we use the Shakallu-Enshar Magic Circle to summon Gra'hthul, right?"
"That's not the point right now. Wanna learn some good stuff from big sis? I'll teach you nice~ Okay?"
Aleister leaned in close, her face flushed with eagerness.
"Nah, I'm good."
Funny thing.
Until she'd pinned my head and dominated my mind, this woman terrified me. But now that I was clear-headed, she seemed... kinda meh.
Like an annoying peddler. We'd agreed on a trade—hand over the goods, part clean. But she kept pushing add-ons.
A bit narcissistic, but was I that tempting a mark?
Something to mull over.
Learning magic from her would be a huge power-up, sure. But trust? Fat chance.
"Hah... Kids these days are so cocky. Fine, whatever. Passing up the essence of black magic from the greatest witch across history? Your loss!"
She smacked her lips regretfully and stormed out. Looked pissed.
Her sky-high pride as a narcissist must've taken a hit from my unexpected refusal.
Good thing she wasn't pulling any wild stunts.
Anyway, silver lining.
Wild Aleister popping up fixed Su-hee unnie and pieced together my fragmented goals.
Use the school basement's magic circle—that former headache—to summon Gra'hthul, whom I had no clue how to reach. If they fought this round, unavoidable. But I'd max out that circle's efficiency next time based on this intel.
If they didn't fight? New info either way—win-win.
Snap-snap.
"Hm?"
Zzz...
I heard dainty snoring and glanced over. Su-hee unnie was out cold.
Her skin had always been fair, but now it was ghostly pale, radiating an eerie sensuality even in sleep. Sweat plastered her hair seductively to her soaked forehead from the forced endless orgasms.
Her white blouse had turned sheer from perspiration, revealing everything underneath.
Smaller than Aleister's inhuman udders—but that was just size cheating. Su-hee unnie's breasts were still outrageously perfect, way beyond any Korean woman's norm.
Gulp...
Two massive marshmallows wrapped in black lace.
How many cups? No expert, but at least an H, easy.
Even I—who wasn't thinking that way—swallowed hard at the sight.
"Oppa, whatcha doing? Where you looking...?"
Flinch.
Kang Jia stared up at me with empty eyes from the side.
"W-what? Nothing."
"Why stare at Mom's boobs like that...? You said Jia's were the best..."
Shit. Busted ogling Su-hee unnie's chest.
With Jia like this, words wouldn't cut it—time for a fleshly counterattack.
Squish♡
"Eek!? W-what are you—?!"
Knead♡ Knead♡
"Mmm, Jia's tits really are the best to touch. Better texture than just big ones—soft and perfect."
"Hngh♡ Ahh♡ J-Jia...?"
"Lemme see..."
Squish squish♡ "Haah♡ Mmmngh♡"
"Yep, Jia's are the best. Feels like a little bump inside? If Oppa massages 'em often, yours'll grow big too. Got it?"
"Haa♡ Haa♡ Y-yeah♡ Good♡ You always touch 'em♡"
Done.
I patted Jia's chest gently to calm her and pulled my hands away.
She looked a tad disappointed but seemed pleased enough not to nag anymore.
Anyway, leaving Su-hee unnie here felt risky.
I undid all the leather straps binding her to the delivery table and hoisted her onto my back.
"Nngh..."
Average height, perfect build—but an unconscious body weighs a ton compared to when she's awake.
Your center of gravity shifts without her gripping tight from behind, so it's all on your balance and leg strength...
No choice.
I'd wrecked my brain to cater to the woman who scrambled hers just to save Su-hee unnie. Revive her, then let her die abandoned here? Pointless.
"Haa... Let's go, Jia. Time to end that damn magic circle for good."
"This time? What're you talking about?"
Crap.
Again.
"Nothing... C'mon, before Aleister throws a fit."
"I hate that bitch too!!"
"...Oppa hates her."
"Hehe... Got it. Let's go, Oppa."
Jia must've figured stressing me more was bad—she puffed up energetically, swinging her arms as she headed out.
Here we go.
I'd only wanted to destroy that magic circle at first. But master its use, and it'd be a strategic asset for loops to come.
Classed as a horrific first-grade forbidden art that melts bodies or drives you mad just knowing it? Proper use had to make it a powerhouse weapon.
I ignored the heavy press of Su-hee unnie's tits on my back and stepped forward.