She Really Won't Do
Sena, sprawled face-down on the bed, only lifted her hips. It wasn't quite a cat pose—more like someone had just grabbed her ass and hoisted it up. I even propped a pillow under her pelvis, then closely examined her swollen red ass and her twitching pussy.
"You're putting a girl who just graduated from virginity through too hardcore a position."
"Then that's on you."
"Sorry."
I had gone overboard. She'd been teased all day without release, so her aggressive side was still lingering. I spread the specially made recovery gel over Sena's ass. The cool, transparent gel gave her skin a glossy sheen.
"Hng."
Sena's hips twitched. But she held the pose perfectly still.
"C-Cold."
"It'll start burning soon enough."
Her glossy ass gave off a fresh allure. If I said I wanted to go again now, she'd probably hit me.
"Still, it must've hurt. You endured well. You're no heroic warrior with a sense of duty—no need to push that far."
"A magician can't run from a challenge."
"You can dodge that much for a bit."
Once I'd applied it meticulously everywhere, Sena started letting out soft moans, her ass wriggling and swaying side to side. The burning effect was kicking in.
"Huuung. Ungh."
"There, all done. Any other spots you want more on?"
"Th-There... ah, inside still throbs."
"Can't apply inside—let it heal naturally. If you like it hard, I can."
"No need."
I should've stepped away, but I just kept staring at Sena's shiny ass. As I gazed seriously at her round, pretty cheeks, she waved her hand dismissively, signaling me to leave.
"It's embarrassing—stop staring."
"This ass is mine."
"Yours? Look at you crawling back already."
Sena's foot rose, aiming a back kick at my head. But a leg drained of strength was easy for a martial artist like me to dodge. Heh.
"Don't forget—outside of sex, I'm the master."
"Of course. I always remember."
"Getting bolder by the day."
With a huff, Sena lightly touched her own ass with her hand.
"Did you do the academy director like this too?"
"……."
Should I tell her? As I hesitated without answering, Sena asked with a hint of annoyance.
"Don't forget our promise. You said you'd punish me exactly the same as anyone else."
Right. We'd made that promise. Punishment was key to magical growth, and as her master, she didn't want special treatment—I'd agreed.
"Naturally."
"I see."
Her voice sounded relieved. I debated for a second, then just told the truth.
"Actually, I did it even harder."
"What?"
Sena bolted upright. She turned to face me, glaring like a pouting child.
"That's not what we agreed."
"But Sena, even with the promise, you're fresh out of virginity."
"You still should've. What haven't you done to me?"
At a loss, I scratched my head.
"Well..."
I slipped my hand down and placed it on her pussy. Sena jolted in surprise.
"I shoved a huge dildo in here."
"D-Dildo? The academy director had a dildo?"
"She can have a dildo or two."
I nodded toward the door.
"Made her crawl naked, then paraded her down the hall."
Shocked, Sena covered her cheeks with her hands. Her ears turned red instantly.
"P-People aren't animals—how could you?"
"That's why. And not just that—she got gangbanged by her own servants."
"What!?"
"And."
I wrapped my arm around her waist and yanked her close. Sena screamed a short "Kyak!" as she fell into my arms. I'd lightly poked a finger into her asshole—just the entrance, not deep.
"Here too."
"That's not for putting things in."
"That's why you do."
I grinned.
"Sticking it in a hole no one's touched feels so thrilling and pervy."
"Pervy."
"That's why pervs do it. And you're a perv too, Sena."
I poked her swollen ass.
"You climaxed and got excited from just a spanking. Spanking maso perv girl."
"Don't give me weird nicknames."
Sena pushed my face away with both hands and opened a drawer, pulling out fresh panties and pajamas. She tossed them to me and held out her arms like she wanted me to dress her.
"I'm not a virgin anymore, so we can try all sorts now, right?"
"Endless possibilities. Question is if you can handle them."
I took the panties and bent her legs. I slid them up her thighs and fitted them properly.
"How endless that you're scaring me?"
"Am I scaring you? Yeah, everything's scary for a first-timer."
I grabbed the bra, slipped her arms through, and reached around to hook it. I adjusted her breasts myself to check the fit.
"Soft play's fine, but you wouldn't want that, Sena."
"Soft?"
"Gentle and mild stuff—'beginner' level."
I dressed her in pajamas the same way and buttoned them up.
"For stronger thrills, start soft and ramp to hard."
"What happens in hard...?"
"That's what the Intensive Punishment Room is for."
Back to her usual self, Sena lay down on the fresh sheets. She could show her defenseless side in front of me now.
"...Will that really make me grow?"
"You will. But don't think it's the only way."
I wiped the floor where her fluids and piss had spilled. Marble cleaned up nice.
"Leden said pain might not be the answer. There could be better ways to stimulate emotions."
"...Stronger than pain?"
"Yeah. Too early to be sure, but let's focus on punishment for now."
I finished tidying and sat on the bed beside her. It was surreal—I'd just had sex with this noble witch I'd once feared serving. If I'd told last month's me, "You'll fuck Sena and sexually torture student asses for a living," he'd call me insane.
"By the way."
"Yes."
"When's the Intensive Punishment Room done?"
When? Right now.
It was Sunday evening. Even on the weekend, I'd linked up with Darian in front of the academy after she finished the commission. She was crouched on the entrance steps, stacks of wooden crates beside her, and jumped up when she saw me approaching casually.
"You're late."
She always grumbled at me. Since she'd arrived early herself, maybe she just hated everything I did.
"Then take it up with Sena."
"How am I supposed to do that?"
"Then shut up. Before I test these tools on your ass."
Darian reflexively covered her butt. Ignoring her, I opened a crate lid and rummaged inside, pulling out something that fit my hand.
"What's that for?"
Leather handcuffs. Sturdy as expected. She grumbled, but delivered high-quality on requests.
"What else? Disciplining the disobedient."
"How?"
I reached in again and pulled out what looked like a dildo, aiming it at her like a gun.
"You know and ask?"
"You won't get reported for that stuff?"
"Ask the academy director."
"How am I supposed to?"
"Then shut up. Before I experiment on you with this."
This time, Darian blushed and covered her crotch. She turned away with a pout and crouched beside me.
"By the way."
"Yeah."
"Remember what I said last time?"
Last time? I shrugged.
"What'd you say?"
"Really? You don't remember at all?"
"Tell me. Might jog my memory."
"Ios Savin. Make sure you get revenge on her."
Ios? Why her? Oh, right—Darian had a grudge against her among the noble magicians. I inspected the items casually.
"Don't worry. That girl's antics will get her caught by me even without revenge."
"Not enough."
Darian clenched her fists, grinding her teeth—like she'd slit Ios's throat right then if she could. What the hell had that woman done?
"Crush her thoroughly. Brutally."
"...Am I at the academy or some revenge-obsessed underworld?"
I packed the items back, picked up two crates, and asked Darian to carry the last one.
"So, what exactly do you want me to do to her?"
I asked as we climbed the academy steps.
"My punishment might not satisfy you."
"...Not sure yet."
"You sound like you want her punished for some heinous crime against decorum."
No denial from behind. That was agreement—she just wouldn't say it. She'd kill her if possible.
"Grudges are scary."
We reached the floor with the Intensive Punishment Room. In the dark weekend hallway, a figure loomed silently by the door. Tall, with long hair. Curvy like a woman. Not professor vibes. Darian sensed it, stiffening like prey before a predator.
I put her behind me and approached slowly. Close enough for the shadow to speak.
"Hard to catch your face. Magic trash."
I knew that voice.
"Why at the academy on a weekend? Ios Savin."
Ios snapped her fingers, lighting the hallway lamps. In casual weekend clothes, she glared coldly.
"Do I need your permission to visit?"
"No. But in front of the Intensive Punishment Room? Looks like you have business with me."
"Nothing much. Just delivering a warning."
Ios approached, glancing at Darian behind me but showing no reaction.
"Fight or fuck off. Decide."
"...Can't talk straight once, huh? Say it properly, no skipping."
Tsk. Ios scowled like she might swing, then rephrased.
"Tell your master bitch straight: fight the queen's war properly or get out fast."
"You blabbed war declarations last time and come back for more? Regretting not saying it right and kicking your blanket all night?"
I mocked freely and passed her, unlocking the door.
"If you're repeating yourself, tuck tail and scram. Sena doesn't care about you lot."
"Warnings have reasons. Even with courtesy, this attitude? No more business."
Ios spun away. As she stormed past, she glared at Darian, then sneered at me.
"Commoner magician? Fitting trash sticks together."
Darian said nothing, head down, scurrying to my side. I coldly stared at Ios's retreating back—her ass, really.
"That woman... doesn't even remember me..."
Darian trembled, gritting her teeth, looking at me like see? But I ignored her, eyes on Ios's ass as she vanished.
"She really won't do.