"S-stop…"
He definitely said three hours.
How much time has passed?
She looked at the bandit who relentlessly tormented her breasts.
"What's wrong? Your nipples are hard, saying they like it."
The bandit chuckled and flicked her nipple with his fingertip.
"Ugh!"
At that moment, her body trembled in response.
Her entire body tensed, sweat pouring down.
Yuris bit her lower lip, startled by the unfamiliar sensation from her sensitive nipples.
Even as she bit her lip, saliva dripped from her mouth, running down her chin and dripping onto her chest.
Even that became a source of pleasure for her.
Yuris was a complete mess now.
Due to the bandit's persistent touching and tormenting of her breasts, her body was drenched in sweat and saliva, and the chair was sticky with a liquid that wasn't sweat.
She couldn't fathom the humiliation she felt watching the bandit mock her while touching the liquid seeping from her panties.
"Heh, for a high-and-mighty knight to go wild just from breast play. How pent-up were you?"
"N-no, that's not…"
Was it because of the prolonged torment?
The initial defiance in Yuris's voice had significantly faded.
"Ha, ha."
Panting, she looked at the bandit standing before her.
Having finished his ministrations, he wiped his hands, glistening with her sweat and juices, on a towel.
Though he spent most of his time fondling her breasts, he also smeared her juices onto her chest to humiliate her further.
Rubbing her own shameful fluids onto her breasts wasn't the worst of it.
Yuris was furious to the point of madness at her own helplessness, unable to do anything against the bandit who used her own fluids to degrade her.
She felt utterly pathetic.
It must be because this was her first time experiencing something like this.
Finally calming her ragged breathing, Yuris closely observed the bandit who had obsessively tormented her breasts for the first time.
Unlike her, he had thick, muscular arms full of sinew.
Broad shoulders and a solid chest.
Unlike her slender waist, his was thick, his muscles large and firm.
His body was distinctly different from hers, with her slender waist and full breasts.
But what frightened her most was the intense male scent emanating from him.
It signified his arousal.
And it kept reminding her of what an aroused man might do.
In the fear she felt for the first time, the bandit's image etched vividly into her mind.
Brutality, thick forearms, and a dizzying, potent male scent.
Looking at the bandit wiping his hands, Yuris tightly shut her eyes and shook her head.
Get a grip.
Don't waver.
The illusion will break soon.
It's almost over.
She couldn't remember the exact time, but this was definitely an illusion with an end.
"Lost in thought, huh?"
The bandit sneered.
"Shut… up. You haven't broken me."
"You were moaning so loudly, and yet you talk big. Don't worry, I don't plan to end it like this."
"What?"
"What do you think? Gotta comfort this lonely lower half too."
"N-no, don't. Wait! Stop!"
Seeing the desire in the bandit's eyes, Yuris struggled, but he didn't stop.
Rather, he grabbed her shoulder with his thick hand, mocking her.
"What? Hoping I'd stick my cock in you? Nah, that'd be too boring if it ended like that."
"What?"
"My right hand is your husband tonight."
"Don't joke… ahhh!"
Her pussy, already dripping with shameful fluids from arousal, gushed as the bandit's fingers entered.
His palm inside her panties teased her erect clit, and his fingers stirred her swollen, eager pussy.
It felt like lightning struck her mind.
The shock was incomparable to when he touched her nipples.
"Ugh! S-stop… st… ahh! Hng! Ha!"
She couldn't even form words properly, struggling to breathe.
Realizing her mouth, the only thing she could control, no longer obeyed her, Yuris felt profound despair.
And with it.
"Haaah!!! Oh, no~!!!"
Iron-Blooded Knight Yuris let out a cry like a spoiled child and climaxed spectacularly.
Her body went limp, and as she panted, Yuris felt her consciousness fading.
No. If I lose consciousness here.
This place might become reality.
"Not… that…"
But her body and mind no longer obeyed her will.
In her fading consciousness, the bandit whispered in her ear.
"I'll let you go for today. But next time you come, it won't end like this."
Yuris lost consciousness as her limbs were freed.
***
"Hah!"
"You're awake?"
When she opened her eyes again, she was back in the shop where she had asked the illusion mage for the spell.
"W-where…"
"Looks like you enjoyed our shop's magic thoroughly."
It was the illusion mage.
The man who cast the spell on her.
She looked at her body.
Her uniform was soaked with sweat, but she was definitely clothed.
Underwear and outer garments included.
Not just the surroundings but Yuris herself had returned to reality.
Only then did Yuris realize that what she experienced was an illusion.
Though it was too real to dismiss as mere illusion, her presence here now meant it was indeed an illusion, didn't it?
"What… happened?"
Her voice cracked so much it was hard to believe it came from her own mouth.
"Drink some water and rest. The illusion magic was strong, so there might be some aftereffects."
After a sip of water, she finally calmed down.
"How was it? Was the experience of defeat worthwhile?"
"It was awful. An experience I never want to go through again."
"Is that so? That's a bit disappointing. Our shop strives to give customers the ultimate experience of their desires."
"…"
She avoided answering.
That was the desire I wanted?
That's nonsense.
I wanted a different kind of defeat.
I didn't want an experience like that.
She looked down at her body.
Her uniform, soaked with sweat.
She knew.
It wasn't just sweat soaking her uniform.
Saliva, and the shameful liquid of a woman she didn't want to name.
"Would you like to wash? Our shop has a shower room for customers. You never know what might happen after experiencing illusion magic."
"…Alright."
She wanted to wash.
She wanted to quickly wash away the smell on her body and erase those memories.
"I'll guide you to the shower room."
As the mage approached, a familiar scent hit her.
Sniff, sniff.
It was that smell.
The scent of the bandit who overpowered and humiliated her.
The mage raised his hand.
Yuris instinctively flinched and stepped back.
"Lady Yuris?"
"Y-yes?"
"What's wrong?"
"N-nothing…"
Why did I step back?
It was a slow movement, not even threatening.
Normally, she would've dismissed such a move as trivial.
Yet her body reacted as if it had learned fear.
"I want to wash quickly."
"We have spare underwear and clothes provided by the shop. Your wet clothes will be cleaned with cleaning magic in the meantime."
"…Thank you."
As she headed to the shower room, she asked the mage standing by the door.
"One thing I'd like to ask. Did you see the illusion I experienced?"
He shook his head.
"No."
"Good. That's a relief."
Reassured that no one else saw her shameful state, Yuris entered the shower room.
She washed thoroughly, hoping the warm water would cleanse her of the experience.
***
"I completed it perfectly."
I felt proud finishing Yuris's illusion magic.
From start to finish, not a single error—perfectly executed.
It was the first video presented to a customer.
Though Yuris's desire was unexpectedly intense, as the shop owner, I had to do my best regardless.
[Yuris's Desire: She wants a bandit to ravage her completely.]
I made Yuris a mess, just as she desired.
Of course, I didn't go as far as actual intercourse.
Going too far too soon could break the illusion.
Illusions depend on the mental strength of the subject, and if it's too intense, the magic circle might forcibly stop the video to protect the subject's mind.
My role was to regulate that.
That's why I entered the illusion as a character myself.
To fine-tune the pacing that the magic circle couldn't, ensuring the video could be enjoyed to the end.
It was tough for me too, getting so aroused.
My cock nearly burst in my pants.
It was painful.
Releasing desires gradually is better to keep customers coming back.
That's essential for making regulars.
Getting them hooked on this illusion magic little by little.
That's how the shop stays in business.
The masterpiece was the final line.
"I'll let you go for today. But next time you come, it won't end like this."
Hinting at a sequel with even higher intensity.
It's a finish that makes the viewer too curious to resist.
After wrapping it up like that, who wouldn't want to see the next part?
It's like a threat.
I don't know how it affected Yuris, but I'll find out eventually.
Yuris kept asking if I saw the contents of her illusion.
There was no need to make her anxious.
To reassure her, I said I didn't see it.
It wasn't a lie.
I didn't just see it—I experienced it with her.
Thanks to that, she went to shower, reassured.
"So wet."
I cleaned the sofa, soaked with Yuris's sweat and juices.
A single cleaning spell took care of most of it.
If I hadn't taken that class, I'd have had to clean it all manually—what a hassle that would've been.
I handed Yuris her freshly cleaned clothes, and she came out wearing them, looking pristine.
"Knight Commander, come back anytime. We'll be waiting with even better videos."
I gave her the usual customer service line as she paid.
"I've had enough of defeat."
She said that, but her expression told a different story.
Yuris left the shop with a flushed face, completely different from when she arrived.
Who would look at her and call her the Iron-Blooded Knight?
"The Knight Commander will be back soon."