It was a room with a small window.
No, to call it a room was too generous for such a desolate space. It was a cell designed similarly to the dungeon she had once been imprisoned in. The only difference was the barred window that allowed people outside to peer in. Indeed, the murky gazes of several bandits were crawling up and down Uris's body.
Locking eyes with them, Uris instinctively covered her chest and brought her hands together bashfully.
"A-are you going to do it here?"
"Do you have a problem with that?"
At the bandit's question, she shook her head. She had no choice anyway. It was a question she had uttered merely to re-establish her standing. Uris shook her head feebly.
"It's because I want to enjoy myself today."
"Y-you want to enjoy yourself?"
"Your tone has become arrogant again."
"...."
"Well, it doesn't matter. I can change your tone anytime. What matters is that you've been caught by me again today."
Releasing the rope attached to her shackles, the bandit threw Uris onto the prison floor.
"Ugh!"
As she tumbled across the cold floor, the sound of the other bandits whistling drifted in.
"Boss, hurry up and strip her!"
"Hurry and take them off! Let us see those tits!"
"God, I want to wreck her so bad!"
Her face burned at the verbal rape and harassment from the subordinates. While she might accept it from the man before her—the one they called the Boss—she hadn't yet grown accustomed to the disgrace of being subjected to the men outside that window.
Perhaps he understood her discomfort.
"Shut up!" the bandit roared at the men lingering outside the window. "Until I give permission, don't say a word. Just enjoy with your eyes."
"...."
With that single command, the subordinates fell silent. Witnessing them all go quiet at the growl of a dominant male, Uris felt her body tremble. Even she had felt a surge of fear at his shout.
'He definitely used mana.'
Just like a knight who had reached the level of a Master. He likely wasn't a true Master, but he was undoubtedly a man of significant skill.
"It's a bit quieter now."
"...W-what do you plan to do now? Are you going to humiliate me in front of your men?"
"Of course. Isn't that what you came here for? Reeking of the pheromones of a bitch in heat."
The moment he thrust his hand into her trousers—
"Mmmgh~!"
Uris trembled as if sobbing.
Ah, this was it. This sensation of her most precious place being ruthlessly invaded by thick, rough fingers. This feeling of someone entering and leaving as they pleased—a place she had permitted to no one else. This coarse touch that made her realize her "preciousness" was, in fact, nothing at all.
Wasn't this why she had come all this way?
Uris swayed her hips of her own accord, responding to the touch she had long awaited.
"Heh, did you want it that badly?"
"...I w-wanted it."
Uris once again recognized her role.
A female yielding to this man. The "fake Uris" in this illusion was a woman in heat, perfectly suited for that role.
Ah, I don't think I can pretend to be a knight in front of this man anymore.
Her strength was fading.
"Raise your arms. I'm going to smell that bitch-scent you prepared yourself."
"...."
She raised both arms as commanded.
Her armpits were exposed. From her damp underarms, where the sweat had yet to dry, a shameful scent wafted out.
"You're dripping with the pheromones of a bitch. It's like holy water."
Chuckling, the bandit buried his face in her armpit. It was as embarrassing as having his hand inside her, but she endured it. Every time his scratchy beard and hot breath brushed against her skin, Uris's body flinched.
"W-wait a moment..."
"Stay still."
If he gives a command, she obeys. That was the role the fake Uris had to play.
Inhale, exhale.
Deeply breathing in her pheromones, the bandit continued to stimulate her lower body with his hand. Bound by shackles, she could not resist, simply waiting as ordered.
"Hngh, hhhng! Ah... Haaah♥!"
Feverish moans escaped her every time he exhaled. Watching the bandit take in a scent so personal and vulgar—one she would never want anyone to smell—gave her a strange sense of fulfillment.
'This massive man has his face buried in my armpit just to smell me.'
It was a bizarre sensation. Normally, she should hate it, so why did it feel so good?
As if satisfied with her scent, the bandit pulled back and stood up, thrusting his lower half toward her—so engorged it was visible through his pants.
"You have the face of someone who wants a cock."
"...."
"If you want it that much, try taking them off. I'll give you what you've never done before, but have always wanted to do."
"Ah..."
Like a slave following an order, Uris stripped the bandit of his trousers. As the pants—which carried a scent as heavy as her own sweaty body—fell away:
Slap.
"Khh!"
The bandit's massive, erect member struck her cheek. Mesmerized by the pungent scent, Uris instinctively began to sniff.
'Wait. Something is strange.'
It was missing something. Why?
Before she could dwell on her doubt—
"What are you doing? Is your Master's cock not satisfying enough?"
The bandit thrust himself toward her face. In that instant, the musky smell of the man overwhelmed her senses, making her mind go distant.
Ah, such a good smell.
As the massive member, tipped with pre-cum, throbbed, the sharp scent stung the tip of her nose. The raw masculine musk was so intense it made her juices flow; Uris's hand gradually drifted downward.
Clink.
The sound of chains echoed as her hand went into her own trousers. Rubbing herself, Uris waited while taking in the scent of him.
"What a good slave. Sniffing it out without even being told."
"...."
Uris could only twitch the corners of her mouth at the insulting words. The voice berating her sent a pleasure through her that felt like her brain cells were exploding. It was a pleasure that could never be felt by simply winning a battle.
"Wait. Carve the scent of your Master into your mind."
"Ah..."
With her Master's permission, Uris began to sniff more fiercely.
Good smell.
Cock smell.
I love cock.
Love it. Love it. Love it.
The scent was intoxicating. Just smelling it felt like her nerves were being ravaged. She understood now why the bandit had been so desperate to smell her. The scent of an aroused male was divine.
I wonder if the scent of a bitch feels just as good to him?
As she stuck out her tongue to lick the tip, the bandit pulled back and asked her—
Ah, if I had just stayed a bit longer, I could have reached it.
"What do you want to do?"
"I... I..."
"If you're honest, I'll give you a reward. But if you tell a lie even after coming all this way, I'll send you back to the village."
She didn't want to go back to the village now. She didn't want to go back while only half-aroused.
"I... I want to put the cock in my mouth."
"Your tone is still arrogant, but I'll forgive you. For I am a merciful Master."
She didn't even think to deny his boastful claim of being her Master. Uris's mind was entirely consumed by the throbbing thing before her eyes.
"Use your mouth to pleasure it. This is the true Master you must serve from now on."
In that moment, she licked the head with her tongue and swallowed him whole.
"Mmph!"
The bandit's member was so large she had to stretch her jaw until it ached just to take it in. Her jaw muscles pulled, but even that sensation felt like pleasure to her. As the hot length slid deep and brushed against her uvula, the resulting pain triggered Uris's masochism. It was far larger, harder, and hotter than any sword hilt. It was the kind of cock that left no room for anything else once inside.
'I love it. I love that it's so big.'
She loved the feeling of being dominated, the feeling that she had no control over herself.
She continued to suck, pushing her head further forward. The more it filled her mouth, the more painful it became, but having craved this for so long, such pain was nothing.
Of course, she had hoped he would put it in her other mouth, but this was a start. With the heavy member—the same one that had made her climax just by rubbing against her—clamped in her mouth, she pushed forward. Her nostrils flared at the pungent scent.
Ah, what should I do?
I love it so much.
I know I shouldn't. I know I shouldn't...
'But I keep wanting to taste it.'
The massive thing thrust inward suddenly. The feeling of her throat being forcibly stretched was agonizing, but Uris endured. It was the natural pain a loser should feel. A winner simply enjoys the loser's plight.
Uris looked up at the bandit while he was in her mouth. He was looking down at her with greedy eyes.
"Inexperienced, but you have good strength."
Every time that blatant gaze pierced her, her heart throbbed. The fact that this man wanted her more than anyone else made her feel good.
I love it. I love sucking cock while looking at the face of a man intoxicated by pleasure.
A new fetish was taking root in Uris. Because she was a woman as blank as a white canvas, she was being stained faster than anyone else.
To receive praise from the bandit, she moved her head faster. In terms of stamina and strength, she was more confident than anyone. She was certain she was on a different level than ordinary women.
After some time—
"I'm going to come, so take it."
"Mngh."
She tried to say yes, but she couldn't articulate correctly because of the size of him. She moved her head a bit more, teasing him, and then—
"I'm cumming!"
"Mmmph!"
The bandit's member throbbed, and a fishy, thick scent spread through her mouth. She realized that the thick, gooey substance filling her mouth was the "semen" she had only ever heard of.
"Mgh! Mmmgh..."
"Open your mouth and savor the taste."
Open her mouth? Now?
"Show me what you've received inside your mouth."
It was a wicked request. But she didn't hate the command. It was no different from proving she belonged to the bandit.
"Aaaaah."
Uris opened her mouth vulgarly, showing the hot semen that filled her mouth.
Do men like this?
Even as she opened her mouth, Uris thought it was strange. Of course, she had no obligation to think. Right now, the Uris in this illusion was a prisoner and a slave who didn't need to think.
'I'm just a fake Uris anyway.'
The bandit looked down at her as she held her mouth open as if boasting, a fishy smile playing on his lips.
"How interesting to see the Iron-Blooded Knight boasting with a lowly bandit's cum in her mouth."
She shook her head.
No.
I am not the Iron-Blooded Knight right now.
You made me like this. Why are you being so mean after making me realize I'm not the Iron-Blooded Knight?
"Are you saying you aren't?"
"Mmmph."
"You can't speak with cum in your mouth. Swallow it. Feel what kind of existence you are."
If he says swallow, she swallows.
Upon receiving the command, Uris swallowed the semen in her mouth. The Uris who considered it a disgrace to be commanded by a mere bandit was gone. The woman kneeling naked here was simply a noble lady who wanted to become "Uris."
"Haa, haa. A pungent taste..."
"You'll grow to like that taste later."
Chuckling, the bandit stroked her hair.
"Well done. You're an excellent slave."
"...."
It was a strange feeling. She felt much better now than when she received a medal from the Empress. This moment, being treated like a pet.
"I should give a reward to a girl who listens well. Tell me what you want. I'll grant it."
"...H-here?"
"Yes. I'll listen to anything you say. If you want to be released, I can release you right now."
"I... I..."
Is it finally happening?
Uris looked up at the bandit, and despite him having just climaxed, she grabbed his still-hard member with both hands and rubbed it against her face.
"P-please. Take my virginity with this massive thing."