Chapter 114: Dark Forbidden Magic (Part 2)
“Take off your top and lie down.”
“…Huh?”
I couldn’t help blurting that out at Aymok’s casual command.
“Soul Manipulator requires direct contact with the chest. It’s quickest to learn by actually experiencing it.”
“…Fine…”
Accepting his reasoning, I started removing the half-coat I wore over my school uniform.
Conveniently, there was a hanger on the wall beside the bed, so I decided to use it. After kicking off my shoes and climbing onto the bed, I reached for the hanger and hung my uniform blazer along with the coat.
“Don’t stare at me… It’s not like you’re interested anyway, right?”
I grumbled, feeling Aymok’s unreserved gaze on me the whole time. Seriously, ogling a girl changing clothes? How rude could he get?
“I’ll do as I please. I’ve no particular interest in that body of yours, but watching you squirm in embarrassment is mildly amusing.”
“…Tch.”
Perverted bastard.
I cursed him silently. As long as I was the one learning from him, I couldn’t afford to mouth off. If he lost interest, I’d be left with nothing.
Might as well get this over with as quickly as possible. If I thought of it like a medical check-up, it’d be easier to bear.
Turning my back to Aymok, I untied the ribbon at my collar and started unbuttoning my shirt from the top. Once undone, I slipped the shirt off both arms, then took hold of the straps of my camisole, sliding them off my shoulders one by one.
“…And yet you thought seduction was an option, dressing in such unappealing underwear? Are you sane?”
I heard his voice behind me, but I ignored him.
Though, in retrospect, wearing plain white half-top underwear was probably careless. With no P.E. class today, I’d chosen something comfortable without thinking.
…Of course he’d see my underwear in this situation.
Guess that was obvious.
I’d thought I was prepared when I came here… but maybe I really hadn’t understood anything at all.
Thinking that, I raised my arms and pulled off the half-top.
Now my upper body was completely bare.
Even with the heater running, the sudden chill made me shiver.
“…Hoh.”
Though he couldn’t see my chest directly, I could feel Aymok’s unpleasant gaze burning into my back.
I grabbed the shirt I’d just taken off and hastily slid my arms back into it, draping it loosely over myself.
“…Phew.”
Finally covering my skin calmed me slightly.
Before turning to face Aymok, I folded my underwear neatly and stuffed it into my school bag.
“…This enough?”
Once I was ready, I turned to glare at him, catching him grinning smugly.
Right now, I wore only the open button-down shirt on my upper half, holding it closed with one hand to prevent it from gaping. Below, I still had my uniform skirt.
“Utterly devoid of sex appeal… but I suppose it can’t be helped. Lie down.”
Annoyed at his words, I still obeyed, lying on my back atop the bed.
Aymok loomed into view, placing one hand beside my head. His face was just an arm’s reach away.
It wasn’t quite a ‘kabedon’… maybe a ‘bed-don’?
…Honestly, why did I have to endure a scene like this with a guy?
“Oh, one thing I forgot to mention. Letting me touch your soul means entrusting me with the power of life and death.”
—Wait, what!?
How could he forget something that important!?
Was this on purpose!? Was it!?
“If I crush your soul on a whim, that’s the end of your life. Even so… you’re still willing to entrust it to me?”
“Ugh…”
I couldn’t answer immediately, swallowing hard.
“Well? I won’t force you. If you’ve any semblance of reason, you’d never expose your soul to someone else.”
Facing his taunting gaze, I glared back at him and, half out of desperation, snapped back.
“Fine. A man doesn’t go back on his word… Just get on with it.”
Frankly, if Aymok had really wanted to do something to me, he’d had plenty of chances already. He might be twisted, but I doubted he’d pull some cheap trick.
In fact, if he’d meant me harm, he wouldn’t have warned me at all.
“…Good answer.”
Aymok raised his right hand—the one not braced beside my head—and pressed it against my chest.
“…Ngh.”
His fingers slipped inside my shirt, and the cold touch of his skin against mine made me shiver reflexively.
“Lower your magical membrane and accept my mana.”
In this world, people instinctively maintained a thin layer of magic over their skin to repel foreign mana. Lowering that barrier before someone who specialized in mental interference magic… was insane.
“…Alright.”
But right now, I was like a carp laid bare on the chopping block.
Obediently following Aymok’s instructions, I deliberately opened a hole in the magical membrane covering my body and waited.
“Soul Manipulator.”
As Aymok spoke the incantation, dark mana wove itself around his right hand—the one touching my skin—and formed a translucent, pseudo-hand.
He seemed to be showing me the slow process of weaving the mana as a demonstration, so I burned each step into my mind as best I could.
Fortunately, it didn’t seem to consume much mana. Even with this body’s lack of affinity for dark magic, I should be able to use it somehow.
The semi-transparent pseudo-hand, shaped from the wrist onward, wrapped around Aymok’s actual hand, faintly glowing.
“Now, I’ll touch your soul.”
“…Alright.”
The pseudo-hand pressed against my chest slid soundlessly inside me.
“—!?”
It felt disturbingly real, as if something inside me was being physically pushed aside. I could feel Aymok invading me, spreading within me.
“Urgh… ugh…”
…It felt disgusting.
Like my insides were being directly stirred.
Each time Aymok’s fingers worked their way forward, an indescribable sensation ran through me, like cold shivers scraping down my spine.
“How are you feeling?”
“…Like shit… ugh…”
I forced a response that didn’t sound like a whimper, but honestly, I was at my limit.
“Kh… ah…!?”
Every time Aymok’s fingers twitched, probing my insides, my body jolted reflexively.
I tried to twist away, instinctively wanting to escape, but the pseudo-hand buried inside me pinned me down like a stake, rendering me helpless.
“Hoh… so you really do have two souls.”
I didn’t know how, but apparently, he could read the state of my soul through that pseudo-hand.
Aymok seemed to be poking around inside me purely out of curiosity, completely unconcerned for my well-being.
…Damn it… at least show a little consideration…!
I was too focused on enduring to even voice my frustration.
“Is this your soul?”
“Hyah!?”
The moment Aymok’s finger touched my soul, a jolt like an electric shock shot through me, my mind going blank for an instant.
“Ah… ah, ahh…!?”
His fingertip traced along my soul, slowly stroking upward.
Something overwhelming surged up from deep inside.
…This feeling… this is bad.
It was just like what had happened when Hisui or Yuna touched me—
“Hoh… so this is how someone reacts when their soul is touched.”
Aymok observed me like a scientist watching a lab rat.
“D-damn it… wait… this is your first time touching a soul!?”
“I did say it’s a forbidden spell, didn’t I? I can’t just use it recklessly. Besides, up until now, no one’s been foolish enough to expose their soul to someone else.”
“…I-Is this… safe…? Ngh… a-ahhh!?”
Without warning, Aymok’s hand gently closed around my soul.
A shock like sparking fireworks erupted inside my head, scattering my thoughts. For a moment, I blacked out.
“If handled roughly, it could be dangerous… so consider yourself fortunate. I’ll treat it gently—special treatment.”
“Wha…! H-Hey, you—! Idiot…!”
Without listening to my protests, Aymok slid his five fingers—those same fingers that had touched my soul—across it in a creeping motion.
“Yah!? Ah, fu... aaah!”
The directness of the sensation left me defenseless. I could do nothing but cry out helplessly.
He wasn’t lying when he said he’d be gentle. His fingers wrapped around my soul, squirming over it, and with every subtle movement, sweet emotions were forcibly drawn out of me and overflowed helplessly.
“S-Stop…! Ah… ku...”
Aymok looked down at my disgrace with his usual calm detachment, which only made me feel more humiliated, as if I were being scorned. I fought desperately not to let myself get swept away, clutching at my fraying will.
Damn it… Like hell I’m going to lose to this…!
I kicked at Aymok in my struggle, but given the difference in our builds, it wasn’t even enough to make him flinch, let alone push him away.
“...F-Fine! I get it! I’ve learned enough about how to use the magic! So… just stop… ngh!?”
I forced the words out in a pleading voice, but Aymok ignored me completely, continuing to toy with my soul.
“Ngh! C-C’mon, seriously…! S-Stop…!?”
He kneaded my soul gently.
Inside the cramped room, only my moans echoed endlessly.
The sweet sensation, as if I were being forcibly melted down, made my thoughts grow hazy.
“Ah! Fuh... aaaah… n-no...!?”
My body arched like a bow, convulsing as the overwhelming wave hit me.
“...Ngh... aaaah!?”
My vision clouded white, my thoughts erased, dyed pure blankness.
My body shook, shuddered, tightened—and then collapsed into limpness.
A slow warmth spread between my legs. I felt it trickling out and realized what was happening.
“N-No...”
Once it started leaking, there was no stopping it, no matter how hard I willed it.
The wet sensation spread from the gusset of my underwear, soaking toward my rear, with small splashes trailing down my thighs.
“Ah... ah... aah...”
I clasped my hands in front of my face to hide it from Aymok’s gaze, praying, silently, desperately, for it all to end soon.
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