Chapter 115: Dark Forbidden Magic (Part 3)
“...What, did you wet yourself?”
“――――!”
Aymok bluntly stated what he’d sensed from my condition.
Overwhelmed by shame and humiliation, I froze, hiding my face behind my arms.
Apparently, Aymok had released his spell. The pseudo-hand inside me disappeared, and the pressure filling my body vanished all at once, leaving me feeling oddly lighter.
His presence, which had been looming over me, covering me almost like he was pinning me down, also faded.
My soaked panties clung unpleasantly to my skin. It was wet all the way to my butt, and judging by how it felt, my uniform skirt and even the bed were probably soaked as well.
That sharp ammonia-tinged smell quietly spread through the cramped room.
…I really did it this time.
I’d had accidents a few times since ending up in this body, but this… this was the worst.
I couldn’t think of anything to say. I had no idea what to do. My thoughts were spinning without coming together.
As I remained frozen in silence, I heard the door opening.
With my vision still hidden behind my arms, I couldn’t see what was happening, but it seemed Aymok had left the room.
Did he… leave to give me some space?
After a short pause, there was a knock at the door.
When I didn’t respond, I sensed someone entering.
“…Oh dear. Are you alright?”
It was the voice of that sultry older woman I’d met at the shop’s entrance earlier.
I’d been certain Aymok had returned, so I bolted upright in a panic, hastily pulling my half-open shirt closed to cover my chest.
“Ah, um… I-I’m sorry!”
All I could do was apologize.
I’d messed up, badly…
“You don’t need to worry about it, sweetie. This kind of thing happens more often than you’d think.”
“R-really…?”
“Come on, I’ll help clean up, so why don’t you hop in the bath and get yourself freshened up?”
“N-no! I couldn’t possibly let you do that… I’ll clean it myself…”
I couldn’t let a stranger deal with something so embarrassing.
“The other girls will be showing up for their shift soon, so I need to get this cleaned up before they arrive. I know it’s embarrassing, but let me help you, okay?”
“…Alright… um, I’m sorry.”
Humbled, I accepted the towel she offered. I quickly wiped down under my skirt, pressed the towel against the wet spot to prevent any drips, and hurried into the bathroom.
“Wait… do you have spare clothes or anything?”
Her voice called after me.
“I-I’m fine! I’ll manage somehow!”
The bathroom was a standard unit bath, like you’d find in a hotel, with the toilet and sink all in the same space.
First, I stripped off my dress shirt and skirt, draping them over the edge of the sink.
Then, still wearing my soaked panties and socks, I stepped into the empty bathtub and turned the shower on, letting warm water rinse the filth from my lower half.
Afterward, I rinsed the soaked parts of my shirt and skirt under the shower as well, then slipped them back on.
Finally, I chanted a spell to dry my clothes.
“――Drying Spell.”
A soft glow enveloped my clothes as the magic rapidly dried them.
After about a minute, they were mostly dry. I gave them a quick sniff to check for any lingering odor, then stepped out of the bathroom.
“Oh? That was fast. And your skirt… it’s dry?”
“Ah! Um, it’s… water-resistant!”
I knew that was a bit of a stretch, but I couldn’t mention magic, so I forced the explanation through. The older woman seemed impressed, muttering something about how amazing modern uniforms were.
“I’m sorry. I’ll help clean up too.”
She was stripping the sheets and wiping down the bed with a rag. Spotting a bucket and another rag at her feet, I picked them up, wrung out the cloth, and joined her in cleaning.
“…So? How was it?”
“…How was what?”
I didn’t quite get what she was asking, so I asked her back.
The surface of the bed seemed waterproof, as no stains had seeped in despite the mess. So when she said this kind of thing happened often, she hadn’t been lying.
“Did you manage to do it properly…? It was your first time, right?”
“I-I didn’t do anything like that!!”
I hastily shot back.
“…Huh? But clearly―”
“Eeek!?”
Without warning, she grabbed my butt, kneading it firmly. I let out a small shriek.
“Hm… feels like an untouched backside. Maybe that thing of his was too big to fit?”
“Y-yes…!? N-no! That’s not it! It’s not like I’m in that kind of relationship with him!!”
"Oh, is that so...?"
The onee-san looked at me with a troubled expression.
It was the kind of look that said, "You're really saying that after doing something like stripping me down and making me wet myself alone with you?"
"Uh, well... what Aymok was doing for me was more like a health check or something like that... it wasn’t that kind of thing..."
"Hmm? ...Ah, I see. Well, I’m sure there were all kinds of reasons. You don’t have to force yourself to explain, okay?"
...No good.
As long as I can’t say what we were actually doing, clearing up this misunderstanding is going to be tough.
Despite her gorgeous and sultry appearance, onee-san was surprisingly sociable and chatty. By the time we finished cleaning up, we’d gotten somewhat friendly.
But maybe out of kindness—or just being too open—she started sharing her own experiences with Aymok way too bluntly, and honestly, I had no idea how to respond.
Especially when she started talking about those kinds of things with Aymok... I seriously didn’t know what face I was supposed to make.
So Aymok’s been doing that kind of stuff with a beauty like her...
I couldn’t help but feel a vague sense of defeat and sank into a mild depression.
"It’s okay, you’ll get your turn properly too… don’t worry about it so much!"
Still under a complete misunderstanding, onee-san tried to cheer me up.
I have zero interest in “getting my turn,” okay?
More importantly... she’s totally fine with Aymok doing that kind of stuff with other people?
"Oh! If you’d like, I could help out too? I wouldn’t mind being with you... Actually, the thought of being there for a girl like you’s first time... ooh, it gives me chills..."
Onee-san placed her hands to her cheeks with a dreamy, feverish expression.
Honestly, she was really erotic.
Doing naughty things with this onee-san...
As I imagined what might be under her sexy outfit and curvaceous figure, I couldn’t help but swallow hard.
...No, no, wait a minute.
Even if doing something with her sounds great, there's no way I’m doing a threesome with Aymok involved.
That image flashed in my mind and immediately killed the mood.
"U-uh, I think I’ll pass..."
"Oh, what a shame."
She genuinely sounded disappointed.
Once we finished tidying up, I parted ways with her in front of the break room.
She said she had to take the sheets elsewhere—probably to give me a moment alone with Aymok.
When I got back to the store, Aymok was sitting arrogantly on the long bench as usual, watching the rest of a period drama.
"...So it was recorded..."
I really don’t get Aymok’s tastes.
Is his way of speaking also influenced by these shows?
"You finished, then."
"Ugh..."
I wasn’t sure how I should react.
Something about apologizing to this guy just rubbed me the wrong way.
"...So, how was it? Think you can use it?"
"...Huh?"
"Don’t play dumb. I went out of my way to perform a live demonstration so you could learn Soul Manipulation—the Soul Manipulator technique. Don’t tell me you were so busy moaning you didn’t even watch properly?"
"I-I watched, okay?! Thanks to you, I think I can manage... uh, th-thanks."
Regardless of the outcome, the fact remained that Aymok had shown me the magic for my sake. I thanked him.
"This favor—I’ll have you repay it eventually. So don’t worry about it."
“Ugh.”
...Yeah, that just makes it more worrisome.
"Besides, I got to see quite an amusing little display. I’d say that was a fine bit of payback for last time... kukuku."
“Guh… grrrgh…”
Any lingering feelings of guilt I had were completely blown away by his utterly inconsiderate way of speaking.
...This guy is definitely my enemy!
While he was still smirking and teasing me like that, Aymok suddenly shifted to a serious expression and spoke.
"Our ancestors misused this magic and brought about countless misfortunes. As the one once called a Hero, I will bear witness to how you choose to wield it."
"Got it."
"If you recklessly sacrifice others, then I—who passed this magic on to you—would be violating the vow we made: that I would not interfere with this world. If it comes to that, I will have no choice but to destroy you. Don’t make me deal with that."
"...I'll keep that in mind."
"Oh, that’s right… with the Soul Manipulator technique, you could rescue the Water Priestess right this moment, you know?"
“What? But you just said earlier…”
That if I pulled her soul out, it would vanish—
"Yes. There is still no known method to transfer a soul into another’s body. However, your situation has one special exception."
“You mean… I can save Alicia!? Then I’ll do anything—!”
"You only need to extract your own soul with the spell. Then your soul will vanish, and her soul will remain in that body."
“—What!?”
“Isn’t that wonderful? At last, your dearest wish can come true, no?”
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