The Absolute Beings Obsessed with My Defeat Addiction

“Wow……”

It was far more spectacular than the first time Yuris had gone into a trance.

Her clothes, and even the chair, were soaked through with a mixture of her own fluids and urine.

All I had done was press my erect dick against her lower abdomen, the chair’s curve pressing against her vulva, yet Yuris had completely lost herself in an unprecedented pleasure.

“Mas…ter…nim…”

Yuris, still lost in the trance, mumbled in a low voice, her gaze fixed on empty space.

Her face was a complete mess.

She seemed thoroughly satisfied.

Although there were still 30 minutes left, the magic circle stopped functioning, as if judging that her mind could no longer endure.

I removed my dick from her lower abdomen and pulled up my pants.

Time to clean up.

I cleaned her clothes with magic, just as before.

With the clean magic spell, the pants and chair soiled with fluids were instantly wiped clean.

Of course, the vaginal fluids weren’t easily removed, leaving traces on her panties and the chair, but even these would disappear soon enough with time.

After cleaning up, I looked at the dildo.

“Just putting the dildo in her mouth broke her immersion.”

Even considering Yuris’s sensitivity to smell, I never imagined that the immersion would break to the point of dissolving the magic.

It was also funny how the immersion returned to normal when I used my real dick.

How should I fix and improve this?

Should I spray men’s perfume on the dildo?

“At this rate, I might have to just use my real dick.”

Just like I did earlier, putting it in her mouth.

Yuris wouldn’t know.

That the dick she sucked in the trance was a real dick.

‘She absolutely mustn’t find out.’

If she did…

The Iron Blood Knight might come after my neck.

After finishing the cleanup, I waited for Yuris to wake up.

She didn’t regain consciousness until 30 minutes later.

***

“Mmm……”

Yuris let out a soft moan and sat up.

When she opened her eyes, she saw not the prison where the bandits had held her captive, but the ceiling of the magician’s illusion theater.

She was lying on the bed.

She still seemed to feel the sensations from the trance in her lower abdomen.

The pressure from her lower abdomen and groin.

The rattling sound of the shackles that had restricted her arms and legs.

The bandit’s voice that had insulted her.

Even the vile sounds of the bandit’s subordinates jeering and cheering as they watched her succumb to the dick.

It was all still vividly present.

Yet.

The completely different reality before her eyes made her realize once again that everything she had just experienced was an illusion.

“Ah.”

She felt a deep sense of emptiness at the end of the illusion.

That’s right.

What she had experienced was just an illusion.

A sense of listlessness, as strong as the pleasure that had deeply stained her mind, enveloped her body.

“It…was a dream. Yes, it was just a dream.”

A vain illusion she couldn’t grasp no matter how hard she tried.

Of course, it was something she could experience again anytime she wanted, but the fact that it wasn’t real kept settling in a corner of her heart.

No.

‘Because it wasn’t real, I could indulge my desires freely.’

Why am I feeling regretful now after enjoying it so much?

I enjoyed it because it wasn’t real.

“I should return to my life as a revered knight.”

I’m just a weak woman who is defeated by a dick.

But.

If I could have this experience in reality, wouldn’t it be even better?

If I were truly pressed down and penetrated by a man…

What kind of pleasure would await her?

Her hymen was still intact, a tightly closed shell, because she had only been violated in an illusion.

Wouldn’t the shame of having my virginal hymen broken by a real dick be incomparable to the illusion?

Just imagining it made her vaginal fluids flow again.

That’s when it happened.

“……What?”

She frowned at the lingering taste in her mouth.

It was the same taste as the bandit’s, her master’s, semen she had felt in the illusion.

“How…come?”

It was strange.

A taste that shouldn’t have been felt in an illusion was spreading in her mouth.

It was such a faint trace that it could only be felt if one concentrated, a taste that even she, a master-level knight, could barely detect.

“…Was it not an illusion at all?”

She felt the corners of her lips rising involuntarily.

She remembered the magician, the owner of this place, grabbing her arm before she entered the illusion.

-Remember this sensation.

He had said something about maximizing it within the illusion with a slight sensation.

“Could it be?”

She slowly raised her head and looked at the magician, the owner of this shop.

“Ah, are you awake?”

Max, the illusion magician.

A high-level magician who had shown her illusion magic.

Could this man…?

Just as that thought crossed her mind, her eyes widened as she saw his pants, which were tenting significantly.

His lower body was stiff, slightly dampening a part of his pants.

Just how much precum did he spill?

“Shopkeeper, are you…?”

“Ah, I’m sorry. While cleaning up, my body reacted naturally.”

“Your body reacted?”

“Yes. After all, aren’t you the ever-upright Iron Blood Knight? I couldn’t help but get excited seeing your disheveled appearance. I can’t seem to calm down.”

“Ah…”

She suddenly realized that this man, unlike others, knew her secret.

He had said he couldn’t see her illusions, but he had always cleaned up after her.

He must know better than anyone what kind of illusions she was experiencing.

‘Perhaps he might be watching the illusion…’

Otherwise, he couldn’t have made such perfect preparations for the next step.

Of course, that wasn’t important to her now.

Her past self would have scolded him for being shameless, but for Yuris, who now enjoyed the pleasure of illusions, it was rather a welcome thing.

She blankly stared at his bulging pants.

Was it because of the experience in the illusion?

She couldn’t take her eyes off the magician’s pants, which were tenting significantly.

She bit her lower lip, wanting to take off those pants and see inside.

She didn’t know why she felt this way.

Perhaps it was because of the lingering effects of the illusion she had experienced?

A familiar scent…

The scent similar to the taste of her master’s semen in her mouth seemed to emanate from his pants.

‘A similar scent?’

Yuris was mesmerized by the magician Max’s scent and approached him.

Sniff, sniff.

Without realizing it, she got closer to him and smelled him.

And she blurted out words without realizing it.

“Mas…ter…nim?”

“Yes?”

Ah.

What did I just say?

Her face turned crimson with embarrassment and shame.

She had uttered words she should never have spoken.

I’m crazy. I’m crazy.

Yuris, are you in your right mind?

What are you doing bringing the illusion into reality!

She hastily waved her hands and shook her head.

“Ah, nothing.”

The startled magician stared at her blankly.

“I just smelled a familiar scent, so I…without realizing it…”

She continued to ramble, not even realizing what she was saying.

“Are you going to shower? I cleaned you with clean magic, but it’s better to wash yourself directly.”

“Ah, yes. I will.”

She rushed into the shower room as if escaping.

And throughout her shower, she couldn’t forget the familiar taste in her mouth and the scent of Max that filled her nostrils.

‘Wasn’t it a similar scent before?’

Just in case.

Just in case, that is.

“If the owner of this shop, the illusion magician, is my master…”

She felt her lower abdomen heating up just from the thought.

***

The younger sister of the 2nd Knight Commander, Beron, and the heiress of the Silvesta Marquis family, hailed as the greatest spirit mage of mankind, and respected by all.

Helen De Silvesta.

A beautiful woman with silver hair and blue eyes, she was a top student at the Imperial Academy, where only the best talents in the empire attended, never missing first place.

Even though she had only been enrolled for a year, she consistently outperformed the fourth-year students, who were in their final year.

Helen’s skills in spirit magic even surpassed those of the current professors.

Her achievements at the young age of 21 were unparalleled, earning her the praise of everyone at the academy.

They said she was the talent who would bring about the advancement of spirit magic for future generations.

Perhaps because she had always been successful.

To her, losers were disgusting creatures she never wanted to be associated with.

Beings not worth even glancing at.

It was only natural to suppress them, let alone show them consideration.

Especially those idiots who were always vying for last place in the academy.

“They smell of defeat.”

It was unpleasant.

The very fact that she was with such losers.

It made Helen feel uncomfortable, and she wanted to get away from those pathetic nerds she saw in her academy class.

“Miss Helen, I have a question…”

“Get lost. You stink.”

So she chased away the fools who asked for her help, showering them with insults.

Yes.

Losers should be driven away like this.

But.

‘There are those I can’t drive away.’

There was one thing that always bothered her, who was always revered.

Her brother, Beron De Silvesta.

An immature knight who always remained in second place, overshadowed by the Iron Blood Knight, Yuris Beletaon.

Unlike her, her brother, who always lost but never let go of his pride, was her only concern.

-The Silvesta family must always be the best.

She kept this sentence in mind, and her brother’s poor performance constantly bothered her.

-Khah! This time, my brother will win and bring victory!

Her brother always said this confidently, but she had never seen him win.

She knew.

That the Iron Blood Knight, the symbol of the empire’s victory, was invincible in the empire, except for a hero.

But he didn’t even fight properly before losing, did he?

Was that why?

When she met Yuris at the palace, her voice was cold and chilling.

The person who always defeated her brother, making him disgrace the family name.

She hated the sight of her.

That’s why.

She had never enjoyed the mock battles that all the citizens of the empire enjoyed.

‘What’s so good about losing.’

But for the first time, Helen went to watch a mock battle to cheer for her brother, Beron.

The reason was simple.

-Helen, if you come, I think my brother can win.

Of course, even in the first match she watched, Beron lost.

“This time, I lasted two minutes longer than usual. It’s thanks to you, Helen.”

Beron patted her head happily, but she disliked his optimistic attitude.

“Don’t touch me. You didn’t even win.”

“Don’t be so stiff. You need to be relaxed when you lose.”

“You’re too soft, brother. I wish you were a little stricter with yourself.”

“Helen, you’re too strict. You need to relax, I told you!”

This was why she disliked her brother.

His unreasonably optimistic personality.

His unnecessary composure.

Wasn’t he even frustrated?

“I don’t have time for that. Someone has to restore the family’s tarnished honor.”

It’s annoying.

This wasn’t why she came to cheer him on.

“I’m sorry.”

Helen looked at Beron.

Beron’s awkward smile somehow resembled those losers she loathed.

That’s why her frown deepened.

“I don’t care. I’m going home, so don’t follow me.”

As she left the training ground, she happened to see Yuris disappearing in a hurry.

“Where is she going in such a hurry?”

Her curiosity was piqued.