I continued my research at the shop today to prepare for Uris's next video sequence.
Outside, the streets were noisy due to the mock battle between the 1st and 2nd Imperial Knight Orders, but that had nothing to do with me.
'Watching Uris win won't help me create new material anyway...'
I had already witnessed her winning more times than I could count. My head was overflowing with scenes of the Goddess of Victory emerging triumphant. She won in such diverse ways that her image was plastered all over the Empire's promotional materials; I didn't need to see it one more time.
Rather, it was time to contemplate how to truly satisfy her.
"She'll be wanting penetration soon..."
How should I make her hallucinate a direct insertion?
'I can't just shove a dildo into her.'
This was a shop where one could experience fantasies to realize their hidden desires, not a place that sold sex. This was a line I refused to cross. If I were to start pounding away just because someone entered a fantasy—without knowing if they truly wanted it—I'd be hauled off by the Imperial Guard immediately.
Being dragged away as a sex offender was the last thing I wanted. If things went south, I could even face a religious trial. Therefore, even without actual penetration in reality, she had to feel the vivid illusion of being penetrated within the fantasy.
Which meant, as expected:
'I need some slight stimulation on the labia and the vagina.'
Stimulation, huh.
"I'll make her believe there's penetration just by applying light, steady pressure."
An idea came to mind. First, I would slightly protrude the center of the chair Uris would sit on, making it blunt so that when she began to writhe in excitement, it would apply pressure to her crotch. I'd code it so that the sensation felt in reality would be amplified several times over within the fantasy.
Then, once the "insertion" occurred, I would apply steady pressure to her lower abdomen, just below the navel, to induce vaginal stimulation. Her already aroused body would react instantly, falling into the pseudo-sensation of being filled without actual penetration.
'But this alone isn't enough.'
I knew. Without direct stimulation, the experience would be significantly duller. That was why I had gone as far as creating a physical dildo to place between her legs before. Pressing against her and pushing on her lower abdomen only served to focus her nerves on her pelvic region. To replicate the feeling of being entered, a similar direct sensation was required.
"To trick the senses, I need a direct, analogous sensation."
How? By feeling the sensation of something entering another orifice at the same time. And that orifice... was the mouth.
Unlike other "holes," the mouth was an already exposed opening. The question was whether to use a dildo or... the real thing.
'Using my actual cock would provide much more realism.'
Since I wasn't putting it directly into her vagina, the sensation in her mouth had to be that much more realistic. Syncing that with the sensations below would make it far more convincing.
'We'll worry about that when the time comes.'
Regardless, this next scene would feature both fellatio and sex—provided Uris herself revealed those desires within the fantasy.
'She's heated up as much as she can be by now.'
She must want the real thing. I wondered when she would show up.
Outside, the cheers of the people continued. They didn't stop until I finished maintaining the magic circle. A massive roar signaled the end of the mock battle. Fireworks burst high in the sky.
The fight was over, and the result must be out. It was likely Uris's victory. I knew even without looking. She was strong. At least with a sword, there were very few who could best her. Though many powerhouses existed across the continent, few could defeat Uris in a duel. It was as if she had been blessed by a goddess.
"Looks like no customers today either."
Just as I let out a sigh of disappointment—
Knock, knock.
Someone was at the door. Oh? A new customer at this hour? Surely it wasn't Uris. I grumbled about a customer showing up right at closing time as I opened the door.
And there she was.
"U-um... I'm a bit late today."
Uris stood there, her face flushed, not even having had the chance to wipe away her sweat properly.
"Knight Commander? Why aren't you at the banquet...?"
"It was boring, so I left. It's the same banquet every time."
She stepped inside, turning her crimson face away as she spoke.
"C-can I request a video again today?"
"...It's quite late."
"I-I'll pay as much extra as you want. I've been... b-bored lately."
"Understood. Would you like to wash up first? Or just as you are...?"
"Ah..."
Only then did Uris realize she hadn't washed since the battle. The fight had been short, yet beads of sweat were still forming on her forehead. She wasn't soaked, but a faint scent of perspiration emanated from her body.
Normally, the dignified Knight Uris wouldn't have tolerated being in such a state. But now, she was entirely driven by her desires.
"Is it... alright to go as I am?"
Driven by curiosity, she no longer cared about her appearance. Her face showed anticipation for what kind of scenes she would see if she entered the fantasy while still sweaty.
"It doesn't matter. However, the people in the fantasy might react differently. Is that okay?"
"I'd actually pre— I mean, I'm just curious. I want to see how it changes based on my condition."
Her face was anything but dignified. Uris was making an expression a victorious knight should never show.
"Understood. I'll set up the chair in the center of the magic circle, so please have a seat."
"I shall do so."
As I set up the temporarily modified chair for her, she sat down immediately.
"But is this chair... alright? It feels like it's constantly pressing against something..."
Uris, unable to bring herself to say exactly where it was pressing, looked at me warily.
"That sensation will provide you with the ultimate experience, Commander."
"The ultimate experience..."
Uris, now a regular, had a face filled more with anticipation than rejection of something scandalous. She fidgeted her hands as if she wanted to enter the fantasy immediately.
"Fine. I shall endure it for a bit."
"Then we shall begin immediately."
The illusion magic circle began to activate.
"Mmph!"
Uris squeezed her eyes shut as the fantasy began to shift. The light began to fade from her eyes, and a thin magical veil formed around her. It was a space filled with illusion magic that created a virtual realm. Anyone inside that veil possessed power strong enough to be fooled by the magic circle's creations—even if that person was Uris.
'It's a fragile veil that she could dismantle instantly if she felt any hostility from the magic circle.'
However, because the magic circle focused entirely on desire rather than hostility, there was no chance of it being forcibly broken. It wasn't made to harm her in the first place.
Within the veil of illusion, Uris looked around her changed surroundings like someone wearing a VR headset. Her environment would have transformed into the familiar forest she had experienced before.
As she looked around, Uris's unfocused eyes met mine. For a fleeting second, her mouth relaxed, and she began to giggle. It was only for a moment. Returning to her usual expression, she glared at me, bristling with hostility like a hedgehog.
In the fantasy, I would appear as the bandit who had humiliated her.
'She must have liked it more than I thought.'
The expression she wore the moment she first saw me was one of anticipation—swollen with the hope of what was to come.
'I will satisfy you with the best service, Commander.'
That way, our Commander would actively promote the shop to others. Of course, I knew a dignified knight wouldn't be able to introduce such a scandalous place to anyone.
'But once people let go of themselves and become honest with their desires, they eventually feel the urge to confess.'
If that happened, I could promote the shop on a grand scale.
The shop even the Iron-Blooded Knight Uris was satisfied with.
It was the best experience of my life.
Only if she liked the shop would business truly thrive. And then, my original plan—restoring the legendary video, Nanako—would become much easier.
Having finished my thoughts, I began to immerse myself in the role of the bandit within the fantasy.
I'll show you the improvements I've made based on the previous footage without holding back, Commander.
Arriving back in the familiar forest, Uris's face relaxed with relief as she saw the bandit standing before her. How much had she missed this? She had endured and endured for the sake of the mock battle. It had been nearly a week since she last saw him.
Solitary time was not enough to soothe her. The moments where he looked down at her, mocking, belittling, and insulting her, kept coming back to mind. Of course, every time that happened, the thought of being vulgar held her reason in check.
However, as the mock battle approached, imagining herself ruined in front of her subordinates gave her a strange sense of liberation. Even after winning against Veron, even while receiving a medal from the Empress and being cheered by the masses, she was shocked to find herself unhappy. Even in those moments, she was imagining being taken by the bandit.
'I must be going mad.'
Feeling her lower half grow wet at the thought of the bandit, she had hurriedly fled the scene. Even as she was surprised at her lack of excitement during the after-party, her feet were drawn to this Illusion Theater as if possessed.
Perhaps that was why. She realized far too late that she hadn't even showered after the battle. At the same time, she looked forward to the verbal abuse the bandit would hurl at her when he saw her in this state.
And now.
"It's been a while."
The moment she heard the bandit's voice, Uris felt her body tremble. Anticipation, and fear. Her heart pounded at the thought of what would be done to her. She should hate this; she shouldn't be like this. So why were the corners of her mouth trying to curl upward?
"I-I didn't come because I missed you."
"I'm sure. You just came to play the tragic knight again, didn't you? You didn't come for me; you came to see this cock. Right?"
"...."
As she trembled, unable to answer, the bandit stepped close and sniffed her.
Sniff, sniff.
"A bitch in heat came today, covered in pheromones. Did you want to be bred by males that badly?"
Uris could no longer resist the insults. In the fantasy, Uris was no longer the Knight of Victory. She was merely an ordinary woman, soaked in defeat.
"I-it's not like that. I..."
"Well, fine. That's not what's important. What matters is that you came back here to be bred again, and I'm the one you're facing. Isn't that right?"
"...."
"Hold out your arms. Today, I'm taking you to the mountain camp to do it."
"A-are we not doing it here?"
"If you prefer doing it outside, I can grant that."
"N-no, it's not that."
"Fine. Then hold them out. Might as well go as a captive, right?"
"...."
She nodded. Crude shackles bound her arms. He began to strip her armor, piece by piece. She offered no resistance to the bandit's touch as he removed her plate.
Uris was left in her everyday clothes—nothing but an undershirt, often called a running shirt, covering only her chest and stomach. She was so overwhelmingly subservient that she felt grateful he even let her keep that much on.
Shackles bound her hands and ankles, and the bandit held the rope connected to them. It was a structure where she would naturally be dragged along if he pulled the rope. Realizing she could no longer escape him no matter how she struggled, Uris's heart beat wildly.
Thump, thump.
She wanted to deny it, but she saw herself looking forward to whatever he would do to her.
Clink, clink.
The harsh sound of the shackles and chains as she followed him seemed to emphasize her situation. 'Because I'm not the real Uris right now.'
As they approached the mountain camp, the sentries spoke with the bandit.
"Who's the woman in the back?"
"The self-proclaimed Iron-Blooded Knight I caught last time."
"Ah, that woman? Haha, she's got a great body."
"Don't even dream about it. This one is mine."
"Understood, Boss."
At the bandit's claim of ownership, Uris bit her lip. She should have felt terrible, but instead, the corners of her mouth turned up. The thought of becoming someone's property... it occurred to her that it might not be so bad.
Entering the camp, she felt the gazes of the other bandits. They didn't approach more than necessary, simply staring at Uris.
"Damn, she's pretty. I envy the Boss today. He's going to keep playing with her, isn't he?"
"Man, that ass looks like it wants to be wrecked."
"Bitch... if I caught her, I'd pound her until she lost her mind."
"Keke, if you pounded her, she wouldn't even feel it, would she?"
"What?"
"She calls herself the Iron-Blooded Knight, but can she really be the Goddess of Victory when she's caught like that?"
"There are plenty of brainless girls like that these days. Girls who set off on adventures pretending to be the Iron-Blooded Knight Uris."
Vulgar comments viewing women only as objects were exchanged. They were clearly targeting her—talking about breeding her, or tying her up and raping her. Looking at them as they poured out words too vile to repeat, Uris felt her chest grow hot rather than disgusted. She knew it was strange, but she couldn't suppress the surging desire.
"Oh, by the way, I heard the symbol of victory, the Iron-Blooded Knight, defeated the 2nd Knight Commander in a mock battle today?"
"...Eh?"
"She should be celebrating her victory and having a banquet with her subordinates right now."
"...T-that..."
Her body kept trembling. She thought of Jeco and her subordinate knights, who must be enjoying a banquet without her right now. While she had come here for her desires...
While everyone was enjoying a victory, she had come all this way to enjoy a defeat. The bandit looked back at Uris, who couldn't lift her head due to an inexplicable sense of guilt.
"So there's no way you could be the real Uris. Isn't that right?"
As the bandit looked down and spoke, Uris nodded. A pungent, powerful scent of a male wafted from the man who had captured her. The scent a female was meant to follow.
"Y-yes. I am not the real Uris."
In that moment, the Iron-Blooded Knight Uris discarded herself for the sake of defeat.