Side Story: Miss Yoi’s Magic Class

Side Story:
Miss Yoi’s Magic Class

 

“MR. SLAVE! Today I’m gonna be your teacher and we’re gonna study magic together! First, I’m gonna tell you about the easiest spells, then we’ll try casting some beginner-level ones together!”

Hey folks, the name’s Yoshida Shuta, I’m thirty-two years old, and I must be dreaming because I’m a lowly slave about to start studying the arcane arts with my kid master.

The day we finished our basilisk quest, we were waiting around for the guild to pay out our reward money. It seemed as good an opportunity as any, so Yoi, good little girl that she was, decided to give me a lecture on what exactly was up with magic in this fantasy world.

“What’s goin’ on?” Nishka asked.

“Apparently Yoi is going to teach Shooter the basics of magic,” said Mari. “Of course, it’ll take him much longer to actually learn how to use it, so I guess she’s just giving him Magic 101?”

“Just an introduction, huh? Gotta start small, I guess, seeing as Shooter’s such a slow learner. Still…not sure an introduction’s gonna let him do anything. Well, whatever. We’ll see what happens.” Nishka seemed to find the whole thing hilarious.

Yoi held her lecture in the sitting room of her manor; from one angle, the holy maiden and the steppe barbarian observed a master and her slave engaged in study, but from another, two girls chattered away while other people tried to work.

“Pay attention, Mr. Slave. Students who don’t watch their teacher won’t learn anything!”

“I-I’m sorry, Miss Yoi. Please go on!”

Gah, what a little cutie-pie, acting like the best little teacher she could be for me!

“Now, firstly, I will explain what magic power is. You need magic power in order to control magic, but everything in the whole wide world has magic power.”

“I see. Everything, huh?”

“Mmhm! For example, I have magic power inside me. I convert that magic power to make magic happen. If you touch me here, on my heart, you can actually feel the magic. Go ahead and try!”

“Huh? You want me to…touch you?” Uh. After the calamity at the public baths, I wasn’t crazy about touching this literal child’s chest, especially with Mari and Nishka over there keeping an eye on us.

“You gotta! Otherwise you won’t understand what magic power actually is, and if you don’t have a feel for it, then you can’t cast spells. You have to touch it. Feel it. Go ahead!”

If this was something I had to do in order to understand what magic and magic power were, I guess it was more like a doctor taking someone’s pulse than anything creepy. That bath incident had really put me on edge.

“Then…I’ll be careful. Please excuse me…whoa!”

“Well, Mr. Slave? Can you feel the warmth? As you become aware of and develop the magic inside you, your body will start to feel all floaty.”

“Huh. Yeah. I can feel it. It’s like warm waves pulsing from your core into your chest… This is magic power?!”

“Yep!”

“Ha! That’s amazing, Miss Yoi! I had no idea magic power had a temperature!”

“Now I’m going to cast a spell for you, so watch what happens to the flow of my magic power.”

“A-all right. I’m watching, miss.”

“Focus on that potted plant over there, Mr. Slave.”

I turned my eyes to the potted plant, as my teacher instructed.

“Physical, magical, thump!”

And do you know what happened then? The heavy fruit on the tree (I have no idea what it’s called) growing in the pot started to sway in the still air. The ripened fruit rustled in the leaves of the tree and plopped to the ground.

“Whoa, so that’s magic! And I could feel you cool down the instant you cast the spell. Did you expend your energy or something?!”

“Mmhm! When you cast a spell, the magic power you’ve worked up inside your body gets consumed instantly!”

Made sense, I guess.

“That was wind magic. The most basic of basic spells.”

Nishka chimed in: “A spell like that’s a snap for me, y’know!”

“Of course it is,” Mari replied. “You can cast more powerful wind spells than Yoi can.”

“That’s right I can. But isn’t that gonna be way too hard for Shooter?”

“I suppose we’ll see.”

Listening to my companions tease me from the couch while I learned wasn’t exactly helping my confidence. Come on, why would anyone expect a beginner to be able to cast spells right away?

“Don’t worry, Mr. Slave! I’ll summon up some more magic power, and you can use that to try casting the same spell!”

“What? You want me to try already?”

“Yeah! We’ll hold hands and my magic power will flow into you. You just gotta picture the wind magic and recite the spell. Try it, Mr. Slave. Here, this grimoire is a trigger for spells!”

“Wow, it’s so heavy. I had no idea spell books weighed this much. What should I say for my spell, Miss Yoi?”

“Try saying it along with me. Here we go—”

“Physical, magical, jiggly wiggly poo!”

“Ph-physical, magical, jiggly…jiggly? No, that’s not it…”

The fruit didn’t sway, but something else sure started to.

As she lounged at the back of the room acting all superior, Nishka’s heavy breasts started wafting, even though there was no wind. Her bulging bazongas bounced up and down, on one bounce leaping with almost enough force that they could have popped the buttons on her blouse—and, on the next bounce, actually popping a button off. Her mammoth mammaries burst from the confines of her clothing, triumphant and free!

“Well done!”

“That was not well done, you little twit! He obviously did that on purpose!”

“I swear I didn’t, it’s just a misunderstanding, I couldn’t control the power! It was an accident…” I nodded at Nishka’s assets like the three of us were keeping a secret. “What a tragedy.”

“You’re over here claimin’ you can’t do magic, and then somehow you just so happen to target your spell right at my chest? Yeah, sure!”

“Augh! That hurts! I mean, look, it’s not like I coulda hit Mari’s chest with a spell like that! She’s flatter than a slab of marble. Marble doesn’t jiggle either, so—”

“Excuse the hell out of me, what was that?” Mari asked, ice cold.

“What was what?”

“What was—say ‘what’ again, you little scumbag!” she snarled. “You did do it on purpose, didn’t you? I’ll send you buck-ass naked to hell if you ever talk to me that way again!”

With Yoi’s help, my first attempt at summoning magic was a huge success. The result, on the other hand, was…dire.

“So that was magic, Mr. Slave. You should keep practicing. Understand?”

“Yes, miss… But they’re shouting for vengeance, Miss Yoi. Could you, uh. Stop…them?”

Yoi giggled cheerfully. I was to reap the fields I had sown alone.

Remember, kids: follow the recommended dosage and use magic responsibly!