NOVEL NEXT Chapter 38: Sexual Acts are Banned Until I Learn Magic!!!
(Syrilblia’s POV)
Priscilla: “Mistress, if you would so ever kind… could you please urinate on me?” She pleaded with a smile.
Beatrice: “Why are you willing to piss on her, and not me, Syrilblia!?” She pouted.
Syrilblia: “When the hell did I agree to pissing on either of you!?” I exclaim.
Beatrice: “…”
Priscilla: “…”
Syrilblia: “Look, most kinks are on the table, but I draw the line at anything to do with humanoid waste products.” I say with a stern tone.
Beatrice and Priscilla: “But Syrilblia!” They both pouted.
No… why do these two want this? I refuse. I could let them fuck a dragon before I even consider piss play. Absolutely not!
Velta: “Why not accept a compromise, My Lady?” She said with a warm tone.
Priscilla: “Such as?” She asked.
Velta: “How about letting them watch you urinate, but don’t have your urine come in contact with them?” She proposed.
Syrilblia: “…”
How about… absolutely no compromises at all!? Though… such a thing is far better than actual piss play… Fucking hell! Why am I even considering such an idea?…
Priscilla: “Please, Mistress… I am even willing to kidnap random women to make them your mindless sex slaves!” She exclaimed.
Beatrice: “Syrilblia wants to make every female in this Academy into her sex friends, Priscilla. She doesn’t want just any random woman off the street!” She informed.
Syrilblia: “…Fucking fine! I will do that!” I say with a tone of defeat.
Beatrice and Priscilla: “Yay!” They both happily exclaimed.
Syrilblia: “But first, I must be taught how to use magic.” I say with a pout.
Beatrice: “Oh course, Syrilblia. I, a great grandmaster of magic, shall be your willing teacher.” She said with a proud curtsy.
Wow… so regal and pretty. All of it fails to delude me, as this girl was just pouting like a child just seconds prior, all because I wouldn’t piss on her. I would be more willing to let her get a murder fetish over anything to do with urine or fecal matter…
Priscilla: “And me, Mistress? What am I to do? Like you, I only recently enrolled in this Academy.” She said with a sad tone.
Syrilblia: “How did you know that… Whatever. Velta, take her to the dorm and get her situated.” I answer with a sigh.
Velta: “Very well, My Lady.” She said with a bow.
Taking the perverted girl away, I was then left with just Beatrice in this odd maze. Getting rid of her desires for my body and sexual actions, Beatrice acted like a real teacher.
Beatrice: “With the Mana that you have, please try to use magic. It can be anything. Fire magic, water magic, anything.” She instructed.
Syrilblia: “Alright…” I reply.
Beatrice gave me further instructions, telling me to focus on my Mana. I needed to move and use it, which is somewhat hard to do. Of course, once you know how, it only gets easier and easier.
Thanks to the very simple magic system that the author made, I understood why so many people knew magic, and why everyone preferred it. Now, I just need to figure out how to use it…
Many Hours Later.
Smash!
My teacher had flown away, and went to get targets for me to practice with. Using water magic, as I didn’t wish to burn the maze down, I destroyed a small pot. It was weird…
Just like that, I could use magic. All I had to do was point my hand out, think about using water magic, and then a bolt of water would soon shoot out of the air in front of my hand. It was… Magical, to say the least.
Beatrice: “You’ve made wonderful progress, Syrilblia. For most people, they wouldn’t have been able to cast magic as quickly as you learned to do.” She praised with a loving tone.
Syrilblia: “Is that true praise, or are you just saying that be…” She accidentally cut my words off.
Beatrice: “And I am not saying that because I wish for you to fuck me.” She said with a laugh.
Syrilblia: “…”
Beatrice: “?”
Syrilblia: “Such a vulgar sentence was just spoken from your regal and noble mouth.” I reply with a sigh.
Beatrice: “Syrilblia… I take immense pleasure in sniffing every inch of your body. Surely, vulgarity isn’t something that we should concern ourselves with.” She said with a stern tone.
Why are you lecturing me!? You’re basically just saying that it’s okay to be vulgar, all because we have sex with each other… I mean, I am no prude. I do not think less of anyone just because they’re vulgar.
Beatrice: “Syrilblia, can we be open with each other?” She asked.
Syrilblia: “Of course.” I reply.
Beatrice: “I mean, truly open.” She said, making a blue, magical piece of paper appear.
What is that? It’s kinda… sci-fi like?
Syrilblia: “That is?…” I ask with a confused expression.
Beatrice: “It is a soul contract, Syrilblia. On the written terms, we’re to be fully open with each, reveal all secrets, and never be in conflict with each other.” She explained.
Showing me the document, the girl wisely left out a few of the terms. Specifically, there was a term that stated I must have sex with her at least once a month, and that I must always allow her to sniff me whenever she requests it of me.
This sounds like a very bad idea, but the terms on my side were crazy… Beatrice was basically willing to be my slave for life. There was one term that stuck out to me, though… It said that I must accept all sexual requests from her.
Syrilblia: “Do you really, really want me to piss on you that much?” I ask with a raised eyebrow.
Beatrice: “…You caught that? Are you really so uncomfortable with such a play? It will be fine, as I can use cleaning magic. There are no problems with it.” She added.
Syrilblia: “Change the term to be sexual requests, but within reason, and I will sign it. On top of that, I will tell you why I do not wish to do such play.” I say with a stern tone.
Beatrice: “Fine… Here, done. Sign it, please. I already did.” She said, showing me the paper once more.
To sign it, I just wrote my name on the paper. Not with a magic pen, but just with my finger. The blue, floating paper, shined a bright blue light, split into two parts, and shot into my and Beatrice’s bodies. With the contract done, I don’t need to hide anything from her…
Lots of Exposition Later.
Beatrice: “You’re married to your own mother!?” She exclaimed in shock.
Syrilblia: “I mean… not officially? But, yes. She will be my wife in this life. Why did that just stick out to you right now? How is that you didn’t even bat an eye at them being demons?” I ask with a head tilt.
Beatrice: “Listen, when you meet the perfect woman, one whose smell is absolutely to your liking, most things other things fail to catch your attention or care.” She answered.
Syrilblia: “You say that like it is a common thing, but most people do not have as strong of a smell fetish as you do, Beatrice.” I reply with my arms crossed.
Beatrice: “That’s true… Anyway, what is your reason for not wanting to piss on me?” She asked with an oddly serious tone.
Syrilblia: “I don’t like it. The very idea makes me shiver in disgust.” I answer.
Beatrice: “You have squirted on my face countless times, Syrilblia. Urine shouldn’t be any different.” She said with a confident tone.
Syrilblia: “Beatrice, with common knowledge of the modern day, I can tell you with 100% certainly, that what a woman squirts out… is not urine.” I reply.
Beatrice: “It isn’t? Fine… I will lay off the piss pleading.” I said with a defeated shrug.
Syrilblia: “Please do not call it piss pleading…” I say with a groan.
Learning magic, I already felt myself to be stronger. Rather than that of a well fed, adult human woman, I felt like a slightly buff one. To get stronger, I just have to use more and more magic. Or do what Beatrice suggested. Which was to cheat via reading grimoires…