Did I Cast a Silence Spell?
Repis stared at the rotor, lost in thought. Had she cast Silence on herself? The convenience store manager, Kim Do-jin, who had insulted her by calling her a virgin and groped her by force. She still couldn't forget how he'd bound her so tightly she couldn't move, then toyed with her using that bizarre thing called an onahole. And the thing in his hand back then was this very rotor. There were also dildos and other strange toys, but she didn't have the courage to ask him to bring those too.
'Were you really a virgin?' Do-jin's mocking voice about her virginity echoed vividly in her mind. His words felt like:
-She only does research and has no interest in men, so she's just been left behind.
-Doesn't it mean no men are interested if she's still a virgin at that age?
-What's the point of being a powerful mage? She'll end up alone, masturbating in solitude.
It pissed her off. It felt like he was poking exactly at her trauma.
"So annoying."
Who the hell chooses to be a virgin? She was a popular woman in her own right. From the respectable Bartion family, and as a genius mage, she had received dozens of marriage proposals. She wanted to shove in his face the hundreds of love letters she'd gotten from men admiring her enviable looks. Gather up all those letters she'd torn to shreds and hurl them at him, screaming:
'It's not that I couldn't get deflowered—it's that I didn't want to!'
But that was too...
'Pathetic.'
She had already lost. The moment she got worked up over being called a virgin, she'd lost to Do-jin.
Excuses like "I didn't marry because no man caught my eye" or "I didn't want to give my virginity to a man inferior to me" were pointless.
Her eyes fell back on the rotor. The tool the man who insulted her had used to torment her.
"Hoo."
This is what he used to torture me with.
Gulp.
Ever since that day, Repis had felt a persistent itch in her lower body. She'd soothed it with her fingers time and again. But it wasn't enough. Just rubbing her pussy or teasing that bean-like spot on top wasn't sufficient.
Still, she didn't have the guts to stick her fingers inside.
Breaking my own hymen with my fingers...'
Throwing away the virginity she'd kept for 27 years with just her fingers felt like a sin. At the very least, she wanted to give it to a man who met her standards.
"L-like this...?"
Maybe this will make it better? Ease this throbbing and itching even a little?
With a sliver of expectation, she turned on the rotor.
Vrrrrm.
That sound from when he'd toyed with her. Unknowingly, her pussy began to heat up.
"Haaah...!"
She hadn't even touched it yet, but her pussy was already twitching. Her body remembered. The sensations from back then.
Steeling her pounding heart, she pressed the rotor to her pussy.
"Hngghk!!"
An unrefined moan burst from her lips.
"Haht! Th-this feels... too good... Hnnght!"
Her body trembled. A sensation her fingers could never provide flowed through her via the rotor. Clear pleasure. Feeling a sensation she'd never known before...
"Haaaaah!!!"
Repis experienced true climax. Far inferior to what Do-jin had given her, but incomparable to anything she'd managed alone.
"Haa, haa..."
Exhaustion wracked her whole body; she couldn't even twitch a finger.
Feels like I'm dying.
Her head spun. Her brilliant mind, once proud of its sharpness, couldn't comprehend this phenomenon now. She, who had slaved away for magical research and future advancements, reduced to masturbating like any ordinary person for base physical pleasure.
My brain feels stupid.
Like sinking into fog, her thoughts wouldn't extend.
"One more time... maybe it'll clear up...?"
Research could wait a bit. Once her head cooled. Preparations were done anyway. The test subjects were secured, and the assistants would handle it. Just until they brought the results.
Just one more time...
Repis pressed the rotor to her still-twitching pussy once more.
"Ohhoook!!!"
Her moan echoed loudly through her lab.
Had she cast Silence? Her mind, turned idiot by masturbation, wasn't thinking straight.
"Eunghhuk!"
That damn store manager bastard! I'll get revenge. On the guy who called me a virgin somehow...
"Nnghaaaah!!!"
Just one more time...
I faced Sylvia, who was unleashing her unfiltered rage toward Repis. Her aura was ferocious. The flame-like mana pouring from her body stung my skin.
"I told you to get your emotions in check."
"Ah, sorry-da. I can't control my anger when I think of that professor bitch."
Sylvia belatedly reined in her mana. Talent didn't fade easily. Even after years away from magic, she handled mana more deftly than most mages.
"Time to forget it now. There are better places than the academy. Like I said last time, no interest on the debt, so it'd be better to work as a mage for adventurers than pay it off here."
"No-da. I'll pay off my debt here and leave for sure."
"Adventurers pay mages more, though?"
"Can't trust those people-da. Way better to work with someone reliable."
"Stubborn as ever."
"Nobles are taught to stick to their convictions-da."
Her eyes were steadfast as pillars. No matter what I said, she wouldn't budge.
Poor girl.
The reason Sylvia got expelled from the academy was tied to Repis. When Repis became her advisor, she'd borrowed a small clubroom to "nurture her talent." Since Sylvia couldn't fully control her mana yet, Repis suggested practicing freely there, as it had strong magical barriers.
After the incident, Sylvia learned the magic book Repis gave her for practice had errors. Combined with Sylvia's lack of mana control and the flawed magic circle, it caused a massive explosion. That destroyed 30% of Building C, which had defensive magic, and Sylvia took the full blame.
An immature accident by a magic faculty student. Repis's only fault? Neglecting her charge.
Sylvia was expelled and disowned, but Repis got off with a few months' pay cut. Despite being the real cause.
The Magic Tower chose Repis. A finished talent over an unripe one.
It was natural for Sylvia to hate her.
"I'll work my whole life to pay it off-da."
"That'd take 20 years like this."
"Possible-da. After two years here, I realized my endurance is stronger than I thought-da."
The money she paid me was for the academy repair bill charged to her family. They kicked her out and washed their hands of it.
Sylvia was pitiful. Without me, she'd be a mana-drained slave in the academy basement or auctioned off to nobles for a high price. I couldn't let that happen, so I intervened.
"Oh, Manager."
"Yeah?"
"Isn't today payday? I thought it was."
Oh, right.
"It is payday, yeah."
"You forgot-da?"
"Sorry. New products and stuff piled up; slipped my mind."
"Ah..."
Her face shadowed at the implication of no immediate pay. Like the world was ending.
"Without it... I'll die-da. Can't eat, no daily bread, I'll starve to death-da... Aah, because of you, Manager, forgetting payday..."
Sylvia clutched her chest, dramatically pretending to die.
"Hey, cut it out. Someone might think you're really dying."
"Dying of malnutrition. Waaah, engrave this on my tombstone: Sylvia, starved to death."
Haa.
"Got it. Here you go. POS has the cash."
"Really-da?"
"Yeah."
"Yay! Thank you-da!"
Payday. Her one day a month to splurge. Knowing how much she looked forward to it, I handed her the salary—minus what she owed me—from the POS as she prepped to leave.
Couldn't rob her of her sole joy. She pocketed the gold with a jingle, humming.
"Hm-hmm~ Beef stew tonight~."
She loved earning money that much. Maybe I could help more? Jobs she could do now that she was of age. Last year, she was just legal, so I held off. Time to find work for her skills. Mages had endless options in the empire.
"Sylvia."
"Yes?"
"Good work this month."
"You too, Manager-da! I'm off then-da!"
She saluted energetically and skipped out. Seeing her excited for a rare splurge, I smiled unwittingly. I'd slipped in extra performance bonus—eat hearty.
"Hum-hum~"
"Huh? Sylvia sis, you look super happy today."
"Payday."
"Aha, so you're eating out?"
"Yup yup. Gonna have Evergarden's beef stew for the first time in ages."
"That's pricey. Big spender today."
"You bet!"
Excited Sylvia paused to face Elena.
"Hey, when you confessing?"
"E-eh?"
"Time to confess to Manager, right?"
"Wh-what're you talking about?"
"You like him, don't you?"
"I-I mean, not not liking him..."
"So you do like him?"
"......"
This dense little sis. She never meddled in others' love lives—that was her rule—but today she felt generous with her good mood. A little advice wouldn't hurt.
"You'll get scooped up by someone else."
"Th-that could happen?"
"Yup. Lots of people eyeing Manager."
"......"
"Anyway, I'm off. Get too late, no food!"
"O-okay. Be safe."
"Sure~."
That should get her moving. Confess or show her feelings. Manager's sneaky shy about this stuff—no notice. Gotta be bold.
Worrying for Elena, Sylvia headed to Evergarden after ages. Her favorite spot once a month for the best meat stew. Today, for her happiness, in a dress fitting the classy place—one she'd saved carefully to relive old joys, dressed to the nines.
But.
"Miss Sylvia is no longer welcome in our restaurant."
"Eh?"
At the entrance to her happiness haven, thunderous news struck.
"Please leave."
"What the hell?"