The Price of Disobedience
"Haah... Nnh...! Haa, ah, ahhh...!"
Forbidden from closing her legs, Juliana repeatedly raised and lowered her hips. As the thick dildo thrust deep into her, her wet, slick flesh parted with a squelching, obscene sound. It was a vivid, intensely raw sight.
The stimulation currently flooding Juliana's cunt had to be just as intense as actual intercourse. On top of that, the exhibitionist thrill of being recorded, combined with her slutty outfit, seemed to be accelerating her arousal.
"I didn't expect you to start making such vulgar noises so quickly... I take it your relationship with your husband isn't particularly warm?"
"Hngh... P-Please... don't bring up... ahh...! my husband...!"
Even as she struggled to move her hips, Juliana reacted sensitively to the mention of her husband. Perhaps their marital relationship wasn't so bad after all. Or, more likely, it was quite the opposite.
"Well, seeing how easily something so thick slides right in, I suppose we can't underestimate the experience of a married woman. Heh, though I'm sure that's largely thanks to you testing it out yourself so many times."
"Krrgh..."
It seemed she couldn't deny it. I couldn't help but wonder if this wasn't her first time putting on such a vulgar masturbation show on top of a desk. Though, of course, this was certainly the first time she had an audience.
Listening to my light degradation, Juliana continued to impale herself. By now, the disgust and resistance had largely vanished from her face, replaced entirely by pure, unadulterated pleasure.
"I-I'm going... Ah...! I think I'm going to cum... S-Soon...!"
I had already instructed her to warn me when she was close. The moment she spoke, I ordered her to stop.
"Hah, haah... Hngh..."
Though her hips had stopped moving, the thick dildo remained buried deep inside her cunt. Juliana seemed to feel the heavy fullness stretching her insides, savoring the sensation with every inch of her wet walls.
Juliana's desk was already a complete disaster. Writing utensils, document organizers, and ledgers had been kicked aside by her thrashing feet, and some were even soaked in her juices. Since the owner of the desk was the one who made the mess, she had no one to blame but herself.
After a brief rest, Juliana's breathing regained some semblance of calm. It was about time to start again.
The dildo currently inserted inside her was the culmination of her magical engineering expertise. A single mana charge allowed it to run for up to twelve hours, and she had even built a remote controller to operate it from a distance. The very device with a small button that I now held in my hand.
I had tested it once when selecting which prototype to use for the recording. Out of all the prototypes, this one's power was particularly terrifying. It was violent enough to make me worry if it might actually be dangerous.
When I pressed the button on the remote, the dildo began to vibrate with a low, mechanical buzz. But that sound was instantly drowned out by the thick, filthy moans spilling from Juliana's lips.
"Ah! Hngh... W-Wait... Oh, god, ahhh...! Nnh... T-This is... even more than usual... Haa, ahh... Why... Oh, god, ahhh!"
Her thighs trembled violently, spasming with tremors. Juliana's face was a mixture of familiar ecstasy and sheer panic at a sensation that far surpassed anything she had ever prepared herself for.
"Keep moving your hips, Marchioness Sancennes."
"Ah, ahh... L-Like this...? Nnh, ah!"
Though she asked it as a question, there wasn't a shred of refusal in her voice. If anything, she seemed to be deeply anticipating the sheer pleasure of grinding her hips against the violently vibrating toy. At this rate, it was highly debatable whether this could even be called a "punishment." Well, the recording would still serve perfectly as a fatal weakness to hold over her.
"I-I'll move... Ah... Nnh, oh god, ahhh...!"
Perhaps because the stimulation was too intense, Juliana raised her hips at a much slower pace than before. I could see the base of the dildo vibrating at a terrifying frequency. After going up, it was time to come back down.
Juliana slowly impaled her own cunt on the vibrating shaft. Having completely abandoned any thought of cleaning up later, a torrential flood of her juices poured down.
"Haa, ah... Oh, god... Ah, ahhh..."
Her hips moved with agonizing slowness, as if performing a slow, deliberate dance. Of course, there was nothing elegant about this dance. She was grinding her hips not just up and down, but swirling them in circles, thrusting forward and back in an utterly filthy display. It was a thoroughly obscene spectacle, one that any decent person would have shaken their head and looked away from in disgust.
But as I watched her, I wore a satisfied smile, as if enjoying a deeply moving theatrical performance.
"What a beautiful sight, Juliana. Grinding your hips and serving a cock of your own creation. And to think this entire display is being captured by a recording crystal. How does it feel?"
"Nngh... Obviously... ah... it's the absolute... worst... How could another woman do something so cruel to me... Haaah...!"
What a liar... Her words and her expression were complete opposites. Juliana was a severe masturbation addict. Whatever the reality of her marriage, her actions proved her obsession. She had used the power of a grimoire just to create the perfect dildo, embezzled academy funds, and even attempted to kidnap a fellow noble. These were not the actions of a normal person.
The look on Juliana's flushed face was one of absolute, supreme satisfaction. The sublime bliss of an addict who had just discovered a whole new dimension of pleasure. There was nothing else.
"Hih...! I-I think I'm going to... No, it's already here... Ahhh...! Oh, god...! Something... something huge like I've never felt before... Ah, ahhh...!"
Even as her entire body convulsed, Juliana didn't stop grinding her hips. No, she couldn't stop even if she wanted to.
"Good, Juliana. Go ahead and ruin yourself."
With those words, I pressed the second button—the button that added rotation and a thrashing, wild motion to the vibration. The powerful dildo began to ruthlessly churn through Juliana's vaginal walls, which had been thoroughly softened by the previous stimulation.
"Nngh, ah! Oh, god, ahhh...!"
A filthy, shameless cry that should never be heard in a sacred hall of education—the prestigious Sancennes Academy—echoed loudly through the room.
"I-Is this really me...? Did I... did I really make a face like that...?"
Watching the recording of her own vulgar masturbation show, Juliana Sancennes's face was completely crimson, and she covered her mouth with trembling hands. She had accepted it because she had no choice, but she clearly hadn't imagined the result would be this devastatingly shameful. Or perhaps she had deluded herself into thinking her self-pleasure was at least somewhat elegant.
"Did you enjoy the show, Marchioness? If you ever disobey me, copies of this recording crystal will be sent to everyone you know. Including the Marquis of Sancennes, of course."
"U-Uhh... Y-Yes..."
Juliana seemed to fully comprehend her situation now. She understood that absolute obedience to me was her only escape from utter ruin. Of course, that had been true even before we recorded this video. I had simply fitted her with a much more manageable leash.
Furthermore, I had successfully verified the performance of her prototype. The results were highly satisfactory. As I thought, when it comes to these things, a pervert's craftsmanship is always the most reliable.
"Now that you understand where you stand, let's discuss my demands. First, improve William Roberts's treatment within the academy. I believe you know exactly what I mean by that?"
"Yes... I will do as you wish... His classes, training, and meals will be completely isolated from the other students, and his evaluations for all subjects will unconditionally receive the highest marks..."
...This woman's train of thought was a bit warped. She clearly lacked any sense of duty as an educator.
"Uh, no, there's no need to go that far. Just intervene minimally so the other students can't bully him. And please keep his evaluations fair."
"Ah, yes. Understood."
Juliana nodded, her attitude infinitely more polite compared to our first meeting. I immediately moved on to the next condition.
"Next. You mentioned earlier that you understood the mechanics of Mistylia. Tell me everything you know about it."
"Y-Yes..."
Juliana began to explain, her voice slightly rushed. She used several concepts that were incomprehensible to a magic layman like me. Each time, I stopped her and demanded she explain it in simpler terms. As a result, it took some time before I fully grasped it. But it was an investment well worth the time.
Mistylia was apparently an ancient shamanistic curse of the Kakas Tribe. At that point, she also explained the difference between magic and shamanistic curses. Since they were entirely different systems, there were many distinctions, but one key difference lay in the moment mana was generated.
In the case of magic, the power is generally exercised the moment it is manifested. The caster pays an energy called mana, and a corresponding effect occurs. However, that was not the case with Mistylia. The curse had likely been established long ago, using a deformed mistletoe as its physical medium. Yet, Mistylia was still actively exerting its influence in the present.
Juliana explained that there were roughly three ways to dispel it.
First, injecting an amount of energy equivalent to the price paid in the past through a purification ritual. This was the method clerics typically used to purify cursed objects.
A cleric... Was there a cleric capable of overpowering the dark mana of Mistylia that I had witnessed? There might be, of course. But to use that method, I would either have to reveal the existence of Mistylia or bring that cleric entirely over to my side. Since I lacked the necessary pieces, I put this option on hold for now.
The second method was far more crude. Physically destroying Mistylia, the source currently manifesting the curse. But strictly speaking, that couldn't be called dispelling it. The curse's energy would remain, seeking out the nearest vessel to inhabit. In most cases, it would latch onto the person who destroyed it or the place where it was broken.
This was also a difficult option to choose. It meant someone—or something—would have to bear the brunt of the curse's lingering energy. Whether it was a person or the land itself, there was no telling what the side effects might be.
Finally, the third method: having the original caster lift the curse. By the laws of nature, the energy of a curse that has already been unleashed cannot simply vanish, but the original caster is uniquely capable of revoking it. If possible, it would be a remarkably simple solution. The obvious problem, of course, was that it required the caster's cooperation. I didn't even know who had cast the Mistylia curse, let alone if they were still alive. If it were Carmel herself, there might be a sliver of hope, but...
Even after hearing all three methods, it was difficult to formulate a clear plan to lift Mistylia. Every single one of them presented obstacles that made immediate execution impossible. Perhaps the first method was the most realistic. If so, I would need to find a way to approach the Holy Order. To see if there was anyone within the church capable of handling the sheer weight of Mistylia's curse.
Juliana watched me warily out of the corner of her eye as I fell into silent contemplation.
"Um, is that all? If so, may I return to..."
"No, wait. There is still one more thing."
Yes, sorting out my thoughts could wait until I got back. For now, putting Juliana to work was the priority. I pulled a sketching notebook from my breast pocket and handed it to her.
"What is this...?"
"Open it."
Juliana opened the notebook with a puzzled expression. As she took in its contents, a look of sheer astonishment spread across her face.