If I Break This Curse, I'll Have My Revenge
"Haa, haa."
I gritted my teeth and stared at Repis, who was glaring daggers at me from right in front of the counter. Why the hell had this woman come all the way here? If she had a shred of sanity left, she wouldn't set foot in a convenience store like this.
"What?"
"What did you do to me?"
What the hell was she talking about?
"Do what?"
Repis's face, fixed on me, burned bright red.
"Because of you, no matter how hard I try to concentrate, I can't immerse myself in my research anymore. Every time I dive into it, I remember what you did to me—and then I lose focus, my head spins, and I feel like a total idiot."
Was tormenting her with that onahole such a massive shock? Brilliant, sharp-minded Repis was rambling incoherently now. Her eyes, once brimming with insatiable curiosity, now swirled with a strange erotic haze, her hatred laced with barely concealed longing. One thing was clear: this wasn't her usual magical or academic hunger to dissect me.
"And why's that my fault?"
"Obviously because of you. You told me I was a virgin..."
"Which isn't wrong, is it?"
"U, uu..."
Repis clamped her mouth shut. Her fists clenched tight as she trembled violently for a long moment.
"You did something weird to me. With that onahole thing... connected to me. You messed with it to make me all hot and bothered, didn't you?"
Her gaze wavered, unfocused. This wasn't the Repis I knew. Who'd ever believe this woman was the Magic Tower's greatest prodigy?
"And ever since you swore on your word not to kidnap those kids, I haven't laid a finger on the onahole linked to you."
"L-Liar!"
"Wanna check and see?"
"U, uuk!"
Repis stumbled back a step.
"Then explain this! Because of you, I can't even get my work done right now!"
"So that's why you're here? To pin the blame on me?"
"Yeah! You're gonna take responsibility for—"
I seized Repis's shoulder as she railed at me from across the counter.
"Kyaa!"
"What kind of responsibility? You get so horny at the drop of a hat—want me to comfort that dripping pussy of yours?"
"H-How can you say something so vulgar..."
"Isn't that exactly what you want right now?"
Vulgar. What a laugh. She was vulgar as they came—hiding a dildo under her panties and getting off on it.
"Kyaaa! What the hell are you doing?!"
"You thought I wouldn't notice this tucked away down there?"
I slipped my hand into Repis's panties and yanked out the rotor she'd been wearing. Soaked in her slick juices, the purple toy buzzed furiously.
"Matched it to your hair color? Nice touch."
Drip. Pussy juice beaded from the rotor and splattered on the floor. Caught red-handed in her shame, Repis couldn't lift her head.
"Th-that, that's..."
"Not a virgin—a filthy slut?"
"Y-Yeah. I, I, I'm a slu..."
But Repis couldn't force the words out. She desperately wanted to deny being a virgin, yet lacked the guts to call herself a slut. A woman who knew everything about magic but nothing about sex. Instinct kicking in? Interesting.
"No courage to even say 'slut,' huh? Yet here you are denying you're a virgin."
"..."
I pressed the juice-smeared, vibrating rotor against Repis's chest. Her own fluids soaked through her shirt.
"Nghuut..."
She bit back a moan. Was this really the same Repis who'd sworn to study me endlessly? The genius mage whose keen eyes had probed my mana and techniques? Not a trace of that brilliance now. Standing before me wasn't the prodigy Repis—just a needy human female in heat.
She's reacting so easily because she's a virgin. Like splashing paint on a blank canvas. If that's what she craves, I'll make her squirm.
"Your brilliant mind must already know what it means that you came here on your own—and what I'm about to do to you."
"..."
Her eyes blazed with fury, but anticipation lurked beneath. She was hooked on the sensations from that onahole. For a pleasure-starved virgin mage, those intense waves were an overwhelming tsunami her genius brain couldn't resist. Too smart to escape. Pathetic.
I'd wondered about it. How would a hyper-rational genius, obsessed only with her field, look when she fell? What sensations would she wring from me?
"One last choice."
"Ch-choice?"
"Yeah."
I held up two fingers. "Head back to your lab now and pretend this never happened."
I folded one down. "Or follow me up to the third floor."
The third floor. Crammed with adult toys. Where the onahole linked to her lay dormant. Once she went up, no coming back down. Not today, anyway.
"What's it gonna be?"
"I, I can't choose..."
She fidgeted with her fingers, stalling.
"Can't choose? Want me to decide for you?"
"..."
My face hardened, but inwardly, I was impressed by her restraint. If she'd begged to head up right then, I might've lost respect for her.
It's definite.
Hard to believe, but she was a virgin through and through. Sticky-faced and panting hot breaths, yet untouched—a brand-new toy.
Twitch. The desire I'd thought buried stirred to life. What was this? Three years of iron restraint, and now a savage emotion surged from the depths of my dantian.
I wanted to torment her more. A sadistic urge I never knew I had welled up in my chest.
"Don't love doing it, but if I'm choosing for you..."
I dragged it out, teasing her impatience just a bit longer.
Bzzz. She'd clearly abused this rotor on herself before coming here. If even this couldn't satisfy her...
Just talking to me must be torture. She wanted me to do something, but couldn't beg outright—so she blamed me instead.
This much pussy juice already. Her body's halfway ready.
"Obviously, going back is the smart, rational choice."
Rational. The word that defined mages.
"Right?"
"Kuh..."
Repis met my eyes, then looked away. Bingo.
"You want something else."
She couldn't answer, just gnawed her lips.
Perfect. Exactly the reaction I craved. Desperate for more torment but too proud to beg—the raw longing twisting her face. Just once. The expression I'd seen on only one person before. And now it was right in front of me.
Push her further with degradation—what would she do? I was a little excited.
"And you call this a virgin."
"Kuh..."
The defiant Repis vanished. In her place, a woman biting her lip at the humiliation, too broken to argue back.
Why no resistance? Simple. If I sent her packing now, she'd suffer that agonizing tease all over again—worse than before. Her thirst would only grow.
I grabbed her wrist.
"Let me help with your choice. Shake me off, and you're free to go. But if you don't..."
My gaze flicked to the stairs leading to the third floor.
"I'll take it as a yes."
Gulp. Her swallow echoed loud and clear.
...
Nothing. Head bowed, Repis neither yanked away nor threw a tantrum to leave. She just stood there, utterly still, my hand clamped on her wrist.
"Dmitri."
"Yes, boss."
"Watch the counter."
"Got it."
I dragged her arm, forcing her along.
"Kyaa!"
But no pleas to let go. Repis thought to herself: I'm going to be the empire's greatest mage. A once-in-a-millennium genius, destined to surpass all those Magic Tower fossils and become the next lord. A pioneer on the cusp of magical revolution.
Why.
Am I.
Why.
—One last choice.
She hadn't bolted. Hadn't stopped him closing in. Had even let him shackle her wrist like this.
Her mind couldn't comprehend her body's betrayal. She should've shoved him off. Should've refused. But she hadn't. She'd given silent consent.
She was expecting it.
—And you call this a virgin.
Do-jin claiming her virginity.
I must be losing my mind.
Otherwise...
Do-jin denies it, but he definitely cursed me. That onahole... he tampered with the one that tormented me like that.
She justified it to herself: refusing the third-floor invite was about breaking whatever incomprehensible spell he'd cast.
Not because I'm some pervert.
Of course not. She was Repis. A genius mage.
If I break this curse, I'll get my revenge.
Definitely.
But she didn't know. Even as Do-jin led her away, her virgin pussy clenched and gushed slick arousal.
"Sit down. I'll grab it and be right back."
Repis obeyed without a hint of resistance.