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Translator: uly
Chapter: 5
Chapter Title: Bandit's Torment
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"St-stop..."
It was supposed to be three hours.
How much time had passed?
She stared at the bandit who had been relentlessly tormenting her breasts.
"What's wrong? Your nipples are hard as rocks, practically begging for it."
The bandit cackled as he flicked her nipple with his fingertip.
"Hnngh!"
Her body shuddered violently in response.
Her muscles tensed all over, sweat pouring down in streams.
Yuris bit her lower lip, flinching at the unfamiliar sensation from her hypersensitive nipples.
Even as she bit her lip, drool leaked from her mouth, trailing down her chin and dripping onto her chest.
That, too, became pleasure for her.
Right now, Yuris was a total mess.
Thanks to the bandit's obsessive focus on her breasts, her body was drenched in sweat and saliva, and the chair was sticky—not just from sweat, but from something else.
She couldn't even begin to describe the humiliation when the bandit dipped his fingers into the fluids seeping from her panties and mocked her.
"Kekeke. Look at the mighty knight lady, soaking herself just from some tit play. How backed up were you?"
"N-no, that's not..."
Was it because of the endless torment?
The fire in Yuris's voice had faded compared to the start.
"Haa, haa."
Panting raggedly, she looked up at the bandit standing before her.
Having finished his fondling, he wiped his sweat-and-juices-slicked hands with a towel.
He'd devoted most of the session to her breasts, but to humiliate her further, he'd smeared her own arousal all over them.
It wasn't much compared to painting her shame directly on her chest.
Unable to do anything as the bandit used her own embarrassing fluids against her, Yuris felt a rage that nearly drove her mad.
She felt utterly pathetic.
It was probably because she'd never faced an enemy like this before.
Finally calming her ragged breaths, Yuris examined the bandit who'd tormented her breasts so obsessively—for the first time in detail.
Unlike her, his arms bulged with thick veins and muscle.
Broad shoulders, a solid chest.
His waist was thick, his muscles coarse and hard—nothing like hers.
A far cry from her slim waist and full breasts.
But what terrified her most was the pungent masculine scent wafting from his body.
It meant this man was aroused.
And it constantly reminded her what an excited man might do.
In that primal fear she'd felt for the first time, the bandit's image burned vividly into her mind.
Savage brutality, those massive forearms, and the dizzying stench of man.
Yuris squeezed her eyes shut and shook her head as she stared at the bandit drying his hands.
Get a grip.
Don't waver.
The illusion will end soon.
Not much longer.
She couldn't recall the exact time, but this was definitely an illusion with a finite end.
"You seem lost in thought."
The bandit sneered.
"Shut... up. You couldn't make me submit in the end."
"You screamed like a whore, but your mouth's still running. Don't worry. I don't plan on ending it like this."
"What?"
"What else? Time to comfort that lonely little pussy of yours."
"N-no, don't! Wait! Stop!"
Reading the lust in the bandit's eyes, Yuris thrashed in resistance, but he didn't stop.
Instead, he grabbed her shoulders with his massive hands, mocking her.
"What's that? Hoping for my cock? Nah, won't give you that. Too boring to end it that way."
"What?"
"My right hand's your husband today."
"Ridiculous... Hiiiiiik!!"
Her pussy, swollen and leaking shameful fluids, squirted wildly the moment the bandit's fingers invaded.
His palm ground against her erect clit inside her panties, while his fingers roughly plunged into her aching depths.
It felt like lightning exploding in her brain.
An impact incomparable to the nipple play.
"Gggguh! St-stop... H-head, stoo... Haaah! Hnng! Haak!"
She couldn't even form words properly, her breath coming in gasps.
Realizing even her mouth was beyond her control, Yuris plunged into deep despair.
And with it...
"Hiiiiiing!!! Ah, ahh~!!!!"
Iron-Blood Knight Yuris wailed like a spoiled child as she climaxed spectacularly.
Her body went limp, and as she gasped for air, her consciousness began to fade.
No. If I pass out here...
This might really become reality.
'Anything but that...'
But her body and mind refused to obey.
As her awareness slipped away, the bandit whispered in her ear one last time.
"That's enough for today. I'll let you go. But next time you come, it won't end like this."
Yuris lost consciousness as her limbs were freed.
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"Gasp!"
"Are you awake?"
When she opened her eyes again, she was back in the shop where she'd first requested the spell from the illusion mage.
"Wh-where..."
"Looks like you fully enjoyed our magic."
It was that illusion mage.
The man who'd cast the spell on her.
She checked her body.
Her uniform was soaked with sweat, but she was fully clothed—underwear and all.
Not just the surroundings, but her very self had returned to reality.
Only then did Yuris realize it had all been an illusion.
Too real to dismiss as mere fantasy, but here she was now—that proved it was illusion.
"How... did this...?"
Her voice was so hoarse and cracked, she could hardly believe it was hers.
"Have some water and rest. The illusion was intense, so there might be some aftereffects."
Only after sipping the water could she calm down.
"How was it? Worth experiencing defeat?"
"The worst. I never want to go through that again."
"Is that so? A bit disappointing. We strive to provide the ultimate experience tailored to our guests' desires."
"..."
She avoided answering.
That was my desire?
Ridiculous.
What I wanted was a different kind of defeat.
Not this kind of experience.
Never.
She looked down at her body.
Her sweat-soaked uniform.
She knew.
The fluid staining it wasn't just sweat.
Drool, and the shameful essence of her womanhood she couldn't even name.
"Would you like to wash up? We have showers for guests. You never know what illusion magic might do."
"...Yeah."
She wanted to wash.
To scrub away the stench clinging to her body and erase those memories.
"I'll show you to the shower."
The mage approached after speaking.
That's when she caught a familiar scent from him.
Sniff sniff.
That smell.
The scent of the bandit who'd overpowered and humiliated her.
The mage raised his hand.
She flinched back instinctively.
"Lady Yuris?"
"Wh-what?"
"Is something wrong?"
"N-no, nothing..."
Why did I back away?
It was a slow movement, devoid of any killing intent.
The kind she'd normally dismiss without a thought.
Yet her body reacted.
As if it had learned fear.
"I want to wash up quick."
"We have spare underwear and clothes available. Feel free to change. We'll clean your wet ones with laundry magic."
"...Thanks."
As she headed to the shower, she paused at the door and asked the mage.
"One thing—did you see the illusion I experienced?"
He shook his head.
"No."
"Good. Relieved to hear that."
Reassured that no one had seen her shameful display, Yuris entered.
She washed thoroughly, hoping the warm water would cleanse her ordeal.
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"Perfect completion."
Finishing Yuris's illusion spell left me with a deep sense of satisfaction.
From start to finish, not a single error—flawlessly executed.
My first video for a customer.
Her desires turned out harder than expected, but as shop owner, I had to give my all regardless.
[Yuris's Desire: She wants the bandit to utterly ruin her.]
I ruined Yuris exactly as she desired.
Of course, no full penetration.
Starting too intense from the get-go risks breaking the illusion.
Illusions scale with the subject's mental fortitude; push too hard, and the magic circle force-stops to protect the mind.
My job was to calibrate that.
That's why I entered as a character in the illusion.
Fine-tune the intensity so she could enjoy it to the end.
I was so worked up myself—nearly burst in my pants.
How much did that hurt?
Better to peel back desires layer by layer, encouraging repeat visits.
That's how you hook regulars.
Essential for business survival.
A masterpiece, especially the final line.
"That's enough for today. I'll let you go. But next time you come, it won't end like this."
Hints at a sequel with escalating intensity.
Irresistible curiosity bait for the viewer.
Who could skip the next one after that?
Classic cliffhanger.
No idea how it landed on Yuris, but time will tell.
She grilled me on whether I'd seen the content.
No need to unnerve a customer.
Told her I hadn't, to ease her mind.
Not a lie.
I didn't just see it.
I 'experienced' it with her.
Anyway, reassured, she headed off to shower.
"Drenched."
I wiped the sofa soaked with Yuris's sweat and juices.
One Clean spell handled most of it.
If I hadn't taken that class as an elective, I'd have scrubbed it manually—close call.
Handed her the now-fluffy clothes; she emerged in the pristine outfit.
"Knight Captain, come back anytime. I'll have even better videos waiting."
I tossed her the customer-service line as she paid.
"I've had enough defeat experience for a lifetime."
Says her mouth, but her face tells another story.
Blushing furiously, Yuris left with an expression worlds apart from when she arrived.
Who'd peg her for the Iron-Blood Knight now?
'The Knight Captain will be back soon.'