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Translator: uly
Chapter: 9
Chapter Title: Yuris's First Defeat Fantasy
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Yuris gasped as the bandit's hot cock rubbed against the flesh between her thighs and her pussy lips.
"Eep!"
It was a sensation she had never felt before.
A sensation she could never experience from masturbating alone.
She was human, after all. A woman.
She wasn't entirely devoid of sexual desire.
She knew about masturbation, basic sexual knowledge. Of course she did.
How could she have never masturbated even once?
But the sensation she felt now was incomparable to anything from her solo sessions.
It was far more intense than the breast torment she had endured from the bandit before.
The bandit's promise of an even better experience hadn't been empty words.
Her already hypersensitive pussy lips and clit were ground against by the thick, hot shaft, granting her waves of pleasure.
"Aaaah."
Each time the bandit's hips moved, hot breaths escaped Yuris's lips.
Yet she couldn't escape.
The bandit's massive hands gripped her thighs tightly, refusing to allow her any chance to flee.
As if commanded silently to stay still, Yuris's body trembled in place, helpless.
The voice that once roared victory on the battlefield, proclaiming the defeat of enemy commanders...
"Hnng! Hnngh! Hic♥!!"
Now only spilled moans filled with pleasure.
It sounded not like a battlefield knight, but a shy whore.
With drool spilling from both her upper and lower mouths, instinctively shaking her hips back and forth—who could see her now as the Goddess of Victory?
"Aaaah..."
She stared blankly at the bandit's face.
He looked down at her with a victorious smile, like a commander who had just conquered a castle.
"Feels good, huh?"
"..."
She couldn't bring herself to answer.
But both she and the bandit knew that silence was her answer.
The woman who had resisted and cried no just moments ago was no longer even thinking of resistance.
"S-Stop...!!!"
Each time the cock's shaft dragged over her clit, Yuris shuddered violently, clutching the rope attached to her shackles as if at her limit.
"Th-The cock keeps... rubbing..."
"It's not 'cock.' Saying it like that kills the mood."
The bandit smirked slyly, leaning closer to whisper.
"There's a good word: dick. So from now on, if you want me to fuck you, say 'dick.' Got it, you pussy bitch?"
"D-Dick..."
Why had she uttered that word?
As if entranced, Yuris said it, feeling her body heat up.
It was a word street whores would use.
So vulgar.
Yet the moment it left her lips, Yuris felt a forbidden thrill she had never known.
A noble lady raised as a knight, with zero experience with men.
She had always chased swords over men, victory over swords. This experience seared itself into her mind, chaotic but vivid.
No, this can't happen.
I shouldn't be like this.
Her heart pounded, her eyes kept glazing over.
Even as her legs went weak, the man's hands gripping her thighs remained firm.
The bandit's hands on her thighs and the shaft wedged between her thighs and pussy supported her body, which felt ready to collapse.
Without this shaft, she would fall—she was that fragile now.
The bandit's words echoed in her ears: the real Yuris wouldn't be like this.
If she were strong, she wouldn't be enduring this.
"How long do you plan to ignore me?"
Snapping back at his words, she saw him standing still, merely wedging his shaft in place.
Yet her lower half felt so good.
The reason her pussy lips and clit kept getting rubbed...
Was because Yuris's own hips were moving on their own, seeking pleasure.
Me... moving by myself...?
"I stopped moving, and you started pounding away on your own. Dick that good? But unless you say it yourself, I won't move a muscle."
Ahh.
Yeah.
If I were the real Yuris right now, I never would have moved like this on my own.
So...
It's okay if it sticks in my mind.
After all, I'm not the real Yuris right now.
"D-Dick... I like it. Move a little more. Don't stop..."
"That good, huh?"
The bandit's hips began moving again.
"Hnngh! Hiiik! Yes, that!!!!!"
Yuris panted, letting out even rougher moans.
Forgetting that the bandit had released her thighs, she squeezed them together herself, moving to chase even better sensations.
This alone made her head spin with pleasure, but she craved more.
'Not enough.'
If only it went a little deeper.
More. More. More.
Where?
There's only one hole.
If only it would thrust inside her pussy too...
But that thought didn't last.
"Cum hard."
With his words, he pinched and twisted her already hypersensitive nipples.
"Nggggh!!!!"
Psssh!
Her senses twisted, even the pain from her nipples turning to pleasure. Yuris squirted wildly as she climaxed.
As her hips bucked, she felt the dick between her thighs twitch, spraying hot liquid onto her ass.
Just as she had used his body for pleasure, he had used hers to satisfy himself. That realization filled her heart.
Feels good.
Knowing someone feels good because of me... it feels amazing.
With that final thought, she lost consciousness.
"Looking forward to your return next time."
His last words embedded deep in her mind, like a command.
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I synced my breathing with Yuris, lost in the illusion video, alternating between reality and fantasy.
Switching between illusion and reality was no challenge for me, with my advanced illusion magic.
When Yuris met the bandit in the fantasy, I became that fantasy bandit and subdued her.
While she undressed herself in the illusion, I raised her real body and bound her arms with the ropes and shackles hanging from the ceiling.
These ropes and shackles were one of the items I prepared for her new video.
Unlike standard prison fare, I chose leather ones to minimize wrist abrasions.
Yuris's real body, immersed in the illusion, stared blankly into space.
She flinched in surprise at the fantasy bandit's words and movements, but showed no major reactions.
That was the hallmark of illusion magic.
It could subdue the mind, but never harm the flesh.
"This is quite the sight."
I gazed at both the naked, shackled Yuris from the fantasy—arms raised high—and the uniformed, shackled Yuris in reality.
The clothed and bound look aroused differently from the naked one.
Was it the elegant knight uniform?
Or the allure of her curves peeking through the fabric?
It embodied the beauty of concealment.
My appreciation was brief. I dove back into the fantasy, acting out her desired cravings.
The crudest, most domineering bandit she craved.
[Yuris's Desire]
The bandit wants to utterly ruin her.
That desire from before remained unchanged.
Utterly ruin.
A phrase I liked.
Desires always lead to utter ruin when swept away.
And when the bandit pulled out his dick in the fantasy...
I drew a heated dildo, enchanted with temperature control.
It could heat up like a real dick anytime.
And it had a highly realistic design.
The closer to reality, the more immersive the fantasy feels.
The dick the fantasy bandit revealed was a similar size.
Of course, the fantasy size was based on my own.
Right.
The dildo was molded from mine too.
I wedged that dick between her thighs, securing it with my arms.
Then I reentered the fantasy, role-playing the bandit.
It felt so real, like I was really doing it.
Not actually, but incredibly lifelike.
So much so that I could feel my own dick getting hard.
Honestly, I regretted it a lot.
How great would it be to do it for real?
But I lacked the guts to actually pounce on Yuris—the Empire's 1st Knight Order Captain and Iron-Blood Knight—just because she was lost in fantasy.
Doing it in reality would leave traces.
As I said before, my combat prowess as an illusion mage was zero.
Unless she begged for it herself.
Watching her move on her own convinced me the video was a success.
And when she squirted and climaxed, I panicked.
'Did I forget the moisture-absorbing towel?'
After delivering the final line, I hurriedly returned to reality and checked on real Yuris.
The shackled Iron-Blood Knight, still standing, trembled with a dazed face, unable to escape the fantasy, squirting nonstop.
Like wetting the bed from a dream and wetting reality too.
Despite her consciousness fading to sleep, her body kept savoring the pleasure, shuddering. Her uniform, soaked with squirt, dripped onto her pants without end.
Even as her mind slept, her body indulged.
And this sensation would influence her later, when she awoke.
"You really went all out."
Was it that good?
As a service provider, it was satisfying.
The cleanup hassle aside.
"Guess I should tidy up."
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Yuris awoke five minutes later.
I magically wiped away all her squirt and juices.
I unbound her hands and returned her to her original seated position.
To spare her embarrassment.
Only after separating her real self from her fantasy self did Yuris begin accepting her own desires.
She was just taking her first steps into desire.
If she realized her real self had shown such a shameful sight, she might never return.
So I erased every trace of her explosive climax as best I could.
Of course, that meant I couldn't deal with my own fully erect, precum-soaked pants.
"Mm..."
Yuris stirred, opening her eyes to look at me.
"Is it... over?"
"Yes. The three-hour session you booked is complete."
"I see."
She stretched refreshingly, rising from her seat, then sniffed.
"You smell good."
"Do I?"
"Yeah. An addictive scent."
Her gaze flicked downward briefly.
To my pants.
The ones still damp with precum.
It was but an instant.
"...Illusions are more intense than expected. Could even use them for battlefield simulations."
"Were you satisfied with the defeat experience?"
"..."
She said nothing.
Probably back to being the real Yuris now.
But her expression couldn't lie.
Her flushed cheeks answered for her: it was good.
"If you return, I'll provide even better service."
"...I'll be going."
"I'll be waiting anytime."
Yuris avoided my eyes until she left.
She'll come back again.