The Absolute Beings Obsessed with My Defeat Addiction

Yuris gasped as the bandit’s hot dick rubbed against her thighs and pussy.

“H-huup!”

It was a sensation she had never experienced before.

A sensation she could never feel while masturbating alone.

She was human, a woman.

She wasn’t someone without any libido.

She was a woman who naturally had some knowledge of sex, at least to the extent of masturbation.

How could she not have masturbated even once?

But the sensation she was feeling now was incomparable to masturbation.

It was far more intense than the breast torture she had endured from the bandit before.

The bandit’s words, promising a far better experience, were no lie.

Her already highly sensitive pussy and clitoris rubbed against the thick, hot flesh, bringing her pleasure.

“Aaaaah.”

With every movement of the bandit’s waist, a hot breath escaped Yuris’s lips.

She couldn’t escape, though.

The bandit’s large hand, gripping her thighs tightly, didn’t allow her to even think of running away.

As if under a silent command to stay still, Yuris’s body trembled uncontrollably in place.

The victorious voice that always roared on the battlefield, announcing the defeat of enemy commanders, was gone.

“H-hng, h-huung! Hik♥!!”

Only moans filled with pleasure escaped her lips.

She was no longer a knight on the battlefield, but a shy prostitute.

Drooling from both her upper and lower lips, instinctively wriggling her hips—how could anyone consider her the goddess of victory now?

“Aaaaah…”

She looked at the bandit’s face with vacant eyes.

He looked down at her with a victorious smile, like a commander who had conquered a castle.

“Do you like it?”

“…”

She couldn’t answer.

But both she and the bandit knew it was an answer.

Because the woman who had resisted just moments ago was now unable to even think of resistance.

“St-stop…!!!”

Every time the shaft of the dick brushed against her clit, Yuris flinched, her hands gripping the rope of her shackles as if reaching her limit.

“Y-your dick keeps…touching…”

“It’s not a dick. Saying that kills the mood.”

The bandit smirked, leaning closer to her.

“There’s a better word: cock. If you want me to fuck you again, say cock. You cunt.”

“Cock…”

Why did she utter that word?

As if hypnotized, Yuris said “cock,” feeling her body heat up.

It was a word streetwalkers would use.

A vulgar word.

But when she uttered that word, Yuris felt a sense of transgression she had never experienced before.

Yuris, a noble lady raised as a knight, had never had a man before.

She had always pursued the sword, and victory more than men. This experience, though messy, was firmly imprinted in her mind.

This can’t be happening.

I shouldn’t be doing this.

Her heart pounded, her eyes glazed over.  Even as her legs weakened, the man’s hand gripping her thighs remained firm.

The bandit’s hand on her thighs and the dick inserted between her thighs and pussy supported her collapsing body.

She was so weak that she would fall if the dick were removed.

The bandit’s words echoed in her ears:  “A real Yuris wouldn’t let this happen.”  And, “If you were strong, you wouldn’t be letting this happen.”

“How long do you intend to keep silent?”

When she came to her senses, the bandit was simply standing there, his dick still inside her.

Yet, her lower body felt good.

The reason her clitoris and pussy kept rubbing was because…

Yuris’s hips were moving on their own, seeking pleasure.

I moved on my own…?

“You’re moving yourself, enjoying it. Did you like the cock that much? But unless you say it yourself, I won’t move.”

Ah.

Right.

If the current me were the real Yuris, I would never move like this.

Therefore…

It’s okay to have this imprinted in my mind now.

After all, I’m not the real Yuris right now.

“Cock, I like it. Move it some more. Don’t stop…”

“Did you like it that much?”

The bandit’s hips moved again.

“H-huuk! Hi-i-it! I like that!!!!”

Yuris gasped, letting out even more ragged moans.

Forgetting that the bandit had removed his hand from her thighs, she moved her legs together, seeking a more pleasurable position.

This was already enough to make her head spin, but she wanted more.

‘Not enough.’

If only it could go deeper.

More. More. More.

Where?

There’s only one hole, isn’t there?

If only he’d also fuck my ass…

But that thought didn’t last long.

“Cum explosively.”

With the bandit’s words, he twisted her already sensitive nipples.

“Unggghhh!!!!”

Fshhh!

Yuris’s senses twisted, the pain of her nipples being twisted felt like pleasure. She came, spraying her juices.

As she writhed, she felt the dick between her thighs throbbing, spraying hot liquid onto her buttocks.

Just as she had used the bandit’s body to feel good, the bandit had used her body to his satisfaction, filling her with a sense of fulfillment.

It feels good.

It feels good when someone feels good because of me.

With that thought, she lost consciousness.

“I look forward to your next visit.”

The bandit’s final words, like a command, were deeply embedded in her mind.

***

I synchronized my breathing with Yuris, who was lost in an illusion video, alternating between reality and illusion.

Switching between illusion and reality was not difficult for me, capable of high-level illusion magic.

When Yuris met the bandit in the illusion, I became the bandit in the illusion and subdued her.

While Yuris undressed herself, I lifted her, using ropes and shackles to bind her arms to the ceiling.

These ropes and shackles were one of the items I prepared for Yuris’s new video.

Unlike those used in ordinary prisons, these were made of leather to minimize hand injuries.

Yuris’s real body, lost in the illusion, stared blankly into space.

She flinched and startled at the bandit’s words and movements in the video, but there wasn’t much reaction.

This was a characteristic of illusion magic.

It could incapacitate the mind, but it couldn’t harm the body at all.

“This is a good picture too.”

I looked at both the illusion Yuris, naked and shackled with her arms raised high, and the real Yuris, in uniform and shackled.

The shackled, clothed look gave a different kind of arousal than the naked one.

Was it because of the neat knight’s uniform?

Or was it because of the curves of her body revealed by the clothing?

It was a figure that evoked the aesthetics of concealment.

After a moment of appreciation, I returned to the illusion, acting out the desires she wanted.

The most vulgar and forceful bandit she desired.

[Yuris’s Desire: Wants The Bandit To Make Her A Mess.]

The desire I had seen before remained the same.

A mess.

A pleasing word.

When swept away by desire, one often becomes a mess.

And when the bandit took out his dick…

I took out a heated dildo.

It was a dildo enchanted with a temperature-control spell.

It could be heated up to feel like a real dick at any time.

It also had a very realistic design.

The more realistic it is, the more real it feels in the illusion.

The dick the bandit took out in the illusion was a similar size.

Of course, the size in the illusion was based on mine.

That’s right.

The dildo was also based on mine.

I inserted that dick between her thighs and secured it with my arms.

Then I went back into the illusion and acted as the bandit.

It felt like I was really doing it.

I wasn’t really doing it, but it felt incredibly real.

It was so real that I could feel the sensation of my dick getting hard separately.

Honestly, I was very frustrated.

How wonderful it would have been if I had done it myself.

But I didn’t have the courage to actually do it to Yuris, the commander of the Imperial First Knights and an iron-blooded knight, just because she was lost in illusion.

Because there would be traces left if I did it in reality.

As I mentioned earlier, my combat ability as an illusion mage was zero.

Unless Yuris herself asked me to.

Seeing her move on her own, I realized the video was a success.

And when she came, spraying her juices, I realized something.

‘I don’t think I put down a towel to absorb the fluids?’

After delivering the final line, I hastily returned to reality and saw the real Yuris.

The steel-blooded knight, bound and standing, still lost in the illusion, her face blank, trembling as she urinated.

It was similar to the phenomenon where urinating in a dream causes urination in reality.

Her face was flushed with pleasure, her breath ragged, her body continued to tremble, and her uniform, soaked in her juices, continued to drip onto her pants until her real climax ended.

Even while her mind was unconscious and asleep, her body was still savoring the pleasure.

And this sensation would affect her when she woke up later.

“You really went for it.”

Was it that good?

It was a satisfying scene as a seller.

The hassle of cleaning up was a separate matter.

“Should I clean up now?”

***

Yuris woke up 5 minutes later.

I used magic to clean up all the cum and vaginal fluids she had sprayed.

I also untied her hands and returned her to the position she was in when she first sat down.

It was to reduce her embarrassment.

Only after separating her real self from her illusion self did Yuris begin to accept her desires.

Yuris had just begun to take her first steps in desire.

But if she realized how embarrassing she looked in reality, she might not come back.

So I erased as much evidence of her explosive climax as possible.

The problem was that because of that, I couldn’t deal with my pants, which were still wet with my cum from being fully erect and then softening.

“Uum…”

Yuris opened her eyes and looked at me.

“Is it…over?”

“Yes. The 3-hour video you initially requested is complete.”

“I see.”

Stretching as if feeling refreshed, Yuris got up and sniffed.

“You smell good.”

“Is that so?”

“Yes. It’s an addictive smell.”

Her gaze drifted slightly downward.

To my pants.

My pants, where the cum hadn’t dried yet.

It was a fleeting moment.

“…illusion is more intense than I thought. It might be useful for simulations in preparation for battle.”

“Were you satisfied with the experience of defeat?”

“…”

She didn’t answer.

She had probably returned to reality and become the real Yuris again.

But her expression didn’t lie.

Her cheeks, flushed red with the memory of pleasure, answered for her.

“If you visit again, I will reward you with even better service.”

“…I’ll be going now.”

“I’ll be waiting for you anytime.”

Yuris avoided my gaze until she left.

She’ll come back again, this time.