Pyrene's office was deeply perated with a nauseating stench.
As soone who frequently dealt with animals, it was inevitable that the room would sll of barnyard.
Clara struggled to maintain her composure.
She tried not to dwell on what had happened in this place last week.
But as she heard Pyrene locking the door upon entering the space, Clara couldn't help but involuntarily shiver.
The mories of that day were still vivid in her mind.
The day she succeeded in switching bodies, Clara had found herself naked, rolling around on the sofa and floor of this place with Pyrene.
Though they were of similar build, as Clara, who had just inhabited a human body, it was impossible for her to overpower Pyrene.
When Pyrene attempted to undress her, Clara resisted roughly.
But she ultimately succumbed to Pyrene's harsh words and light violence.
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'll do as you say, Professor… sniff."
Tears stread down her face involuntarily.
The pain of experiencing sothing for the first ti was utterly terrifying.
Pyrene's sudden change in deanor was also frightening.
Crying was the mark of a slave branded by the heart onto the flesh.
There was nothing more beastly than one controlled by emotions.
Tears were the most pitiful accessory a woman could wear.
Trying to gather her thoughts by recalling the words of philosophers and sages, Clara attempted to steady her mind.
But such things offered no help in overcoming physical pain and real fear.
Simply begging not to be treated as such was the best Clara could do.
Fortunately, as long as she pretended to be a ek student, Pyrene behaved like her usual kind professor.
"Ah, yes. Well done. Good girl, Clara. Would you like to lie down on the sofa?"
She complied with everything Pyrene asked, and in return, Pyrene rewarded her with pleasures she had never experienced before.
Clara's mind was consud by the intense service Pyrene provided.
Thinking of sothing or devising a plan in that state was impossible.
All she could do was cry out and cling tighter to her counterpart.
The next day, Pyrene apologized to her, crying.
She said she got carried away because she was so happy that he had regained a body after 17 years.
Clara stopped her from harming herself.
She forgave her disciple.
After all, Pyrene hadn't ant to harm her.
Moreover, Clara's own actions had contributed to Pyrene's excitent.
Upon sober reflection, Pyrene hadn't changed particularly strangely.
Clara already knew about her obsessive attachnt and possessiveness toward her ntor.
The reason Clara had been able to endure 17 years of subservience was not because she possessed so power.
It was because she had manipulated Pyrene using fears and sympathies over the concern that her ntor might die if the glass jar broke.
The problem now was that Clara wasn't trapped in the jar anymore.
To Pyrene, she was no longer a being to be treated cautiously.
"Those marks still haven't been erased."
Clara looked at the marks on the wooden floor, recalling her mistake.
In this room, where various traces of animal excrent were left everywhere, those marks seed freshly made.
She had wet herself during the climax of their intense night together.
"Ouch! Oh, ugh!"
"You really are quite sothing."
Clara listened to her disciple's mockery as she spilled a pool of foul-slling liquid onto the floor.
The stain still remained vividly on the floor.
"It seems your traces are not easily erased."
Pyrene licked her lips, deliberately exuding a sense of disdain.
Clara's face flushed with embarrassnt.
"It, it must be because of the substances I ingested…."
She laid out the ingredients she had used for her ritual, explaining how they could affect bodily fluids.
Pyrene felt a tender affection for such a devoted disciple.
She wanted to embrace her tightly and whisper words of love.
But she suppressed the impulse.
Instead, she put on a mask of disdain and coldly smoothed her voice.
"I'm not interested in excuses."
She knew that love alone wouldn't suffice to ta Clara.
She needed to use carrots and whips thodically.
Now was the ti to crush her ntor's self-esteem.
Stroking would co later.
She stood before her ntor with her arms crossed.
"Would you please take off your pants?"
At her words, Clara found herself clutching her sleeves tightly.
This was exactly why she feared the obedience lessons.
"I-It's okay. I'll do it later on my own…"
"I said take them off."
Pyrene commanded in a cold voice.
Clara hesitated, then closed her eyes tightly and slowly lowered her pants.
Smooth white legs, adorned with well-defined muscles, curved gracefully into view.
Pyrene gazed at the juncture of her legs.
She wasn't wearing panties.
Instead, there was sothing inappropriate for her age.
Stacked layers of white fabric pieces.
It was a diaper.
Clara trembled, unable to find a place to avert her gaze.
Pyrene brought her hand to the front of the diaper and pressed down firmly.
She could feel it squish from being wet.
"You've soiled it again."
Hearing Clara's tired sigh, Pyrene smiled inwardly at the crumbling of her ntor's authority.
The thod to keep a bird from flying away from its cage was simple.
You just had to break its wings.
But that could breed resentnt in the bird.
The problem was also losing the trust built with the bird.
Using violence to ta was the act of a brute.
A master preferred to bend the will of a living being.
The thod to keep a bird that had flown out of its cage from escaping was simple.
Implant in it the belief that it cannot fly.
When a bird realizes it cannot survive without soone's care and cannot live alone, it stops thinking about flying away and stays in the cage.
Pyrene had no intention of letting the ntor who had erged from the flask leave and live her own life.
She couldn't imagine living alone after 17 years of being together with her ntor.
She intended to never let her ntor escape her grasp.
That's why she mixed diuretics into the dication Clara consud every morning to maintain her body.
It was a ans to subtly hint that there was sothing wrong with her body, alluding to the incident of wetting the bed on the first night.
Pyrene ca back with a new cloth from the cupboard.
"Alright, lean against the wall and spread your legs."
Clara's face turned from red to almost black.
"Leave it. I can change it myself."
"Hmph. Quite confident, aren't we? Talking about diapers in front of kid several decades younger."
"Ah…"
At her words, Clara felt her self-esteem hit rock bottom.
Was she really such a worthless being?
Even though she is an apostle of the great mage and demon Cinepecus, even though she was created artificially…
When she was in the flask, she acted as if she was the wisest person in the world.
In the Garden of Whispers, she could eavesdrop on every conversation.
She heard the negotiations of the world's leaders, the scholarly debates, and the intricate affairs of households tangled in complex relationships.
She believed that with the wisdom and knowledge she had accumulated, she could accomplish great things once outside the flask.
She wanted to manipulate the world from behind the scenes, gaining power and eventually defeating even The Black Magician.
But now she understood.
Those were all futile dreams.
The pathetic girl who couldn't even handle school life alone was her current self.
Clara cried silently onto the carpet.
"Heh, really. Are you crying now too?"
"St-stop it…Pyri… I am… your ntor…"
Still, she tried to maintain the mask that supported her last bit of self-esteem.
It was her pride.
It had sustained her for seventeen years.
But her pride shattered completely at her disciple's words.
"Surely you're not planning to play the role of a ntor in this pitiful state? At least wait until you can go to the bathroom on your own."
"Ugh…"
At Pyrene's cold retort, Clara hesitated and then slumped to the floor.
Her head, shoulders, and legs trembled pitifully.
Pyrene sensed that now was the ti to offer a carrot.
Approaching the crying Clara, she hugged her without showing any emotion, grumbling with annoyance.
"Ugh, seriously. Now you're crying?"
The one that had supported her sincerely for seventeen years.
Leaving her embrace, she couldn't even fulfil the role of a proper person.
"P-please, please change my diaper…Professor."
Although still embarrassed, her words felt much more obedient than before.
Pyrene smiled at her words.
It was a sight which she would have never imagined from the ntor of twenty years ago.
Pyrene knew the true terror that her Inspira possessed.
A world of perfect bliss without pain or change.
It sounded like a utopia just to hear about it.
There was a reason she could handle any animal proficiently.
In return for staying in this comfortable space, the animals submitted to her.
But one shouldn't keep animals in a glass jar for too long.
In a place without any stimulation, interaction, or contact, like a cradle, animals forget the tricks they've learned, their social skills deteriorate, and they exhibit symptoms of ntal regression.
She looked at the ntor trapped in a flask without walls or floor.
It had been nearly after twenty years since the prisoner had co out into the real world, and he had not been able to adapt to reality, eventually falling into social obscurity.
The ntor had beco a fool, both physically and ntally, thanks to her Inspira.
That was why Pyrene didn't doubt her ntor's easy surrender.
"Now, stick your butt out this way and spread it. Are you still covering cleaning your faeces? Good holes deserve special rewards, don't they?"
"Yahahaha, Pyri, what… no, Profess…aah!"
Pyrene was determined not to let her recover her personality easily.
She planned to thoroughly ta her to rely on only her.
She would prioritize subjugating her mind.
But if necessary, she was willing to bend her will by causing an accident, even if it ant breaking her wings.
The most important thing in taming is 'deception.'
'Yes, Professor. I am faithfully fulfilling what you said.'
She smiled softly, her tongue flicking her lips.
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