Chapter 117
Chapter 117
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 117
Chapter Title: Professor and Leashed Slave
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I stared at Helen, who was alternating her gaze between the collar in my hand and me, as if entranced.
The scenario she wanted was professor and graduate student.
She wanted me, whom she always called "teacher," to become the professor, and for her to become my Imperial Academy researcher—or in other words, my graduate student.
-"If not you, teacher, there was no one else who seemed like they could teach me. You were the first to ever put me in a tough spot over a class assignment."
The lecture on the history of the Illusion School that she had seen in the illusion.
When it delved into advanced topics beyond the basics, Helen hadn't been able to solve a single problem.
Of course, part of that was because she couldn't concentrate due to the illusion sex disguised as a lesson.
In any case, that experience seemed to have left its mark.
She must have felt like she was facing an utterly unsolvable dilemma back then.
Professor and graduate student, huh.
'Her tastes are unique.'
Of course, there was hardly any age difference between us, but the image imposed by our social statuses was clear-cut.
An old-fashioned, stuffy vibe.
And the image of being used by such a professor.
'A clear superior-subordinate dynamic.'
She liked this kind of thing.
Well, yeah.
The first time she deliberately lost at chess and offered me the collar herself, the corners of her mouth had been curling up.
Helen had always lived receiving deference from others.
She was always the one being praised, never the one serving someone else.
Yet through me, she learned what it meant to submit to another.
It must have been a novel experience.
For someone who pursued knowledge and delighted in staying ahead of others, it would have left an even deeper impression than usual.
That must have shaped this current illusion.
'I didn't expect her to ask me to join her in it, though.'
In any case, I had entered as per her request.
Not as Glasses Max, Red Army Max, or Bandit Max.
Just as Max himself.
What was the difference from the previous illusion assists?
There was just one.
I couldn't see the magic circle's revelation of the user's inner desires.
And I couldn't freely alter my appearance.
'The appearances I can change into are limited.'
Since I was participating as an actor rather than the stage manager, it was natural there would be limits to my influence.
All the editor functions available to me as manager had been delegated to the magic circle.
Thus, my attire was similar to what Helen had seen me wearing just before entering the illusion.
A white shirt with the collar loosened.
And black dress pants with a leather belt.
Depending on how you looked at it, it could be formal wear—or the typical suit of a researcher.
Helen's eyes sparkled as she faced me.
I approached her.
Then, I fastened the collar around Helen's neck.
*Click.*
Helen didn't resist until the collar was secured.
Instead, she stretched her neck out as if she'd been waiting, making it even easier for me to clasp it.
"Were you waiting for this?"
"...No. I wasn't waiting for something like this. I'm just... doing it because I have no choice."
She forced her voice into a venomous tone.
It seemed she had realized that acting arrogant was the way to get "educated."
"Is that so? Then I suppose I need to properly educate you."
I tugged on the leash connected to her collar.
The leash went taut, pulling Helen's body toward me.
"Nggh!"
A moan escaped Helen's lips as she glared at me with eyes full of defiance.
"What did I say? A graduate student who defies the professor has no reason to exist."
"......"
"A professor is an absolute being that a graduate student must obey."
"......"
"To me, you're nothing but a slave."
"H-Hah, don't make me laugh. That's not the condition I agreed to."
Helen spat venomously.
"Didn't you put the collar on yourself? You even begged me to do whatever I wanted."
I yanked the leash again.
"Nggh."
"It doesn't matter if you hate it. You can't do anything against me anyway."
I could sense the desire lurking beneath Helen's glare.
I could instinctively tell this was hitting the mark.
Twisting the corner of my mouth, I escalated the atmosphere a bit more.
"You think screaming and running out would change anything? No. They'd just condemn you as a graduate student failing her duties. Less than a researcher, even."
"S-So what are you going to do to me...?"
"What do you mean? I'm going to make you truly understand your position."
I leaned in close to Helen, whispering so only she could hear.
"Once you're a graduate student, you're nothing but a rag for me to use."
"Y-You! If you do this, my father will..."
"You still think the Silvesta name will protect you? It won't."
"What?"
"Once you're a graduate student, within this academy, the right to 'use' you belongs to me."
It was an absurd setup.
A graduate student being used by her professor.
But this was inside an illusion.
A place where even the most ridiculous things could happen.
And Helen, who knew that...
"Nggh, ngh..."
She clamped her mouth shut in frustration but couldn't control the corners of her lips trying to curl up.
As if relishing what was to come.
I tugged her leash.
"I'll help you properly understand your position from now on."
I seized Helen's limp wrist as it trailed after me.
Then.
"Mmph!"
I stuffed the defiant Helen's mouth with a gag.
The ball gag forced her mouth wide open.
"Mmmph! Mmph!"
It robbed her of human speech.
She writhed in resistance, but even an exceptional spirit mage couldn't overpower a man's physical strength.
She knew full well she could never use her spirit powers here.
"Mmph!!!"
A trail of drool leaked from Helen's gagged mouth.
Then, I tore her clothes off by force.
*Riiip!*
"Grk!"
As her clothes shredded, Helen thrashed about.
"Stay still. You can't escape anyway."
I pinned down Helen's body as she tried to flee.
Straddling her resisting form, I looked down at her.
"If you behave and obey like a good girl, I'll let you go."
At my words, Helen nodded tearfully.
The defiant expression she'd shown me at first had softened considerably.
"Good choice."
I stroked her head.
"Mmph..."
Was she getting excited just from the head pat?
Helen's face, which had been acting the part of a fiercely resistant graduate student, melted in an instant.
"......"
She turned her head away as our eyes met.
Her face flushed bright red.
I released my grip on her body.
Helen, now with torn clothes and freedom of movement, made no move to remove the ball gag sealing her mouth.
As if dominated by the thought that she mustn't resist, she stayed obedient now.
She just...
"......"
...lightly covered her naked body—that was all.
What kind of play should I use to satisfy Helen today?
"Today, we'll take a walk with my loyal doggie."
"Mmmph!"
Helen resisted fiercely at my words.
"Don't worry. No one will notice that you're naked with a collar on."
"......?"
"I'll wrap illusion magic around you. To everyone else, you'll seem like perfectly normal Helen."
"......"
"Even though you're actually a pervert parading through the school corridors leashed to me."
Helen shook her head vigorously.
I wondered briefly if she really hated it.
But then I saw her breathing grow ragged as she looked at me.
The corners of her mouth lifted around the ball gag.
She seemed to have forgotten all about acting, grinning foolishly now.
'It's all just an illusion anyway.'
She was caught up in that thought.
Yes.
Just as she thought, the academy classroom where Helen and I now stood was indeed an illusion.
But would the people here feel like mere illusions?
Absolutely not.
The magic circle's renditions of characters in this illusion were perfectly realistic.
Even knowing it was an illusion, it wouldn't feel like one.
She panted, imagining what was coming for her.
Our eyes met as she squirmed.
I thought,
'Jackpot.'
This was perfect.
"Let's go."
I pretended to cast magic around her.
The magic circle computed, forming a faint mana barrier around Helen.
From now on, she'd mistake this sensation for illusion magic cloaking her body.
"Come."
I tugged the leash.
Helen, virtually naked with her clothes in tatters, pressed close to my side and walked with me.
*Creeeak.*
As I opened the door...
"Oh, Teacher Max, there you are."
It was a liberal arts professor from the next office over, whom I collaborated with on research.
I couldn't recall his name.
'The magic circle is feeding me the info it generated.'
"Mmph!"
Helen, standing naked beside me, startled at the sudden professor and clung even closer—a full step nearer.
She was fully immersed right from the start.
Her expression, which had been simply enjoying it as an illusion, twisted in pleasant distress.
Embarrassment.
Fear.
Trembling.
And the thrill of maybe getting caught.
Even the underlying pleasure hidden beneath it all.
"I was looking everywhere for you. About that illusion magic research we're doing this time—I came to ask if you have any thesis materials. I asked Miss Helen last time, and she said you had them."
The nameless professor turned his head toward Helen as he mentioned her.
I felt Helen's body twitch through her skin as their eyes met.
"Miss Helen, right?"
She cautiously nodded at the professor's words.
Even seeing her like this, he acted unfazed—her heartbeat reached my ears.
"I'll compile the materials and get them to you later. I have somewhere urgent to be right now."
"Ah, sorry. I interrupted your work for nothing. Oh, right. Professor Max."
"Yes?"
"Don't handle your slave too gently. That's why they forget their place and get uppity."
Leaving that remark—"Researchers under professors are slaves"—the professor vanished.
I looked at Helen.
Clear love juices trickled down between her trembling thighs, gripping my hand.
She seemed to have climaxed lightly from startling at the first person she encountered.
But holding onto her like that, I continued down the corridor.
The corridor was quiet.
Not many people passed through.
Yet Helen walked warily, on guard for anyone popping out from anywhere.
Anxiety filled her eyes as she scanned around.
Shivering as if expecting someone like before...
"Hello, Professor. Senior Helen."
...her body jolted every time students with innocent eyes passed by.
She felt guilt toward the students gazing admiringly at their top-scoring alumni senior.
And humiliation toward the professors eyeing her as a slave.
Helen clung tighter and tighter to me.
But perhaps thrilled that no one noticed anything off about her.
"Mmmph..."
Shaking all over, her legs buckled, barely able to move.
Then.
"Mmph."
Helen tugged at my clothes.
Seeming to have something to say, she urgently pulled my hand and mumbled.
"What?"
"Haff... hafyoh."
"I can't hear you well."
"Haf... ho... hafyo."
I removed the ball gag from her mouth.
"I'm sorry, Professor... This lowly slave forgot her place and acted out. Please, just stop now..."
Trembling, she pleaded desperately with me.
"Please do it."
"You know what that means, right?"
Even in illusion, we were both actors participating together now.
When participating as manager, I'd used pseudo-sensations to trick the user's senses and avoided real sex.
That was how I'd always satisfied Helen.
But as an actor now, that was impossible.
In other words, to give her what she wanted, I'd have to do it for real—even if it was just inside the illusion.
"......"
Despite thinking I'd warned her plenty beforehand, Helen looked at me and...
"Yes."
Nodded.