Chapter 118
Chapter 118
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 118
Chapter Title: Helen's Leashed Classroom Fantasy
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Completely naked as she followed Max through the illusory corridor, Helen felt chills run down her spine and heat building in her lower abdomen even when just standing still.
Even knowing it was an illusion, her body trembled like she'd encountered real people whenever others appeared.
She couldn't resist Max's illusions.
Even aware they were fake, she had no choice but to succumb.
Her heart pounded wildly, and her body kept reacting.
"Other people will just see us as normal."
Even when Max said that.
"Eup!"
Helen wriggled her ball-gagged mouth and let out faint moans every time people passed by.
She huddled unnecessarily close to Max's side.
The leash connected to his hand sent her signals.
One tug meant follow.
Two tugs meant stop.
Just like training a real dog, he conveyed his intentions with hand signals instead of words.
She truly felt like Max's pet dog.
"Hello, Professor. Senior Helen."
Every time one of the illusion's created juniors passed by, Helen felt a strange thrill of depravity.
She was suddenly aware of the lewd acts she was performing, unknown to these innocents.
Helen smiled and nodded slightly.
It was the only way she could express herself with her mouth gagged.
Each time she performed this obscene act—naked, ball gag in mouth, nodding—her breathing grew more ragged.
Whenever she met Max's gaze as he glanced down at her intermittently, her body grew even more aroused.
But with her mouth sealed, there wasn't much she could do.
As he led her along, she caught sight of her reflection in a mirror.
There was a bitch wearing nothing but a collar, moving solely at the guidance of Max's hand—not a stitch of clothing.
It took quite a while to realize that it was her.
With the ball in her mouth causing drool to spill, she looked far too vulgar to claim the proud nobility of the Silvesta family.
It was incredibly erotic.
The femininity buried deep within her had awakened.
It was something she'd subtly craved before entering the illusion but never voiced.
*Teacher, I want it.*
That thought resurfaced.
The female hormones nestled in her core began to overflow.
Sexual desire—the natural human urge—boiled up within her.
Helen, who had merely felt embarrassed before, became far more honest with her desires upon confronting her own image.
And gazing at it, Helen thought.
*No need to hit the brakes here.*
It was just an illusion, after all.
She couldn't hold back any longer.
Something she hadn't done earlier.
Other couples had done it in secluded spots, but she hadn't been able to bring herself to try.
She desperately wished for Max to do it with her.
"Haehae."
Max looked at her and asked.
"You're saying this knowing we're in an illusion together, right, Helen?"
His tone was cold, but like in reality, he was asking out of concern for her.
"I may not know about anything else, but I'm real."
In that moment, Max shed his illusory mask and asked as the real Max.
"So what?"
They'd already been together in reality.
It had been enjoyable.
For Helen, who'd already gone through with it once, there were no brakes left.
"Do it. I want to be trained by you, Professor. That's what grad students are, right?"
She pointed to her collar, her gesture emphasizing her utter dependence on Professor Max—unable to accomplish anything on her own will.
"Alright. Got it."
After a brief moment of hesitation, Max fully became the professor again and stood before her.
He led her into a nearby lecture hall.
An empty classroom with no class in session.
Max looked at her once they entered.
"Time to properly tame this insolent researcher."
"Professor..."
"Go on, take it off."
At Max's command, Helen nodded and removed his pants.
Ziiip.
She undid the belt and pulled down the zipper, letting his pants slide off smoothly.
Then his twitching underwear.
Beneath the fabric, his erect cock throbbed.
It was clear proof that Max had been holding back intensely.
The pre-cum men exude.
She cautiously brought her mouth to the underwear stained with Cowper's fluid.
A faint fishy taste spread through her mouth.
"Haa, haa."
It was an intense smell.
A man's natural scent.
Yet that aroma only aroused her further.
The awakened femininity inside her panted, desperate to embrace him.
As Helen reached to pull down his underwear with her hands, she remembered her place.
*I'm just a bitch right now.*
No hands allowed.
She used her mouth to tug the underwear off.
His cock sprang free, landing right on her nose.
The thick, musky aroma assaulted her senses.
An obscenely dizzying scent.
Ahh.
*Looks delicious.*
"Not bad instincts. Good girl."
Max stroked her head.
It felt wonderful.
The sense of accomplishment tickled her chest.
"Haa, haa."
Soon, she showered cock-kisses to pleasure her cock-sama.
"You're good at this."
Max bit his lower lip as he spoke.
His face remained composed, but each time she carefully sucked or kissed along the shaft, he let out pleasurable moans.
*Men moan too, huh.*
With that thought, Helen grasped his cock with her hand.
She gently stroked the shaft while engulfing the glans in her mouth, swirling her tongue around it.
Her saliva moistened his cock thoroughly.
Her free hand wandered to her own lower regions.
She couldn't hold back.
She wanted to make him feel good quickly.
"Stop. Who told you to touch yourself?"
"Ah... Sorry."
Max snapped his fingers, and the shoes slipped off his feet.
The tips of his toes tapped at her lower lips.
"Hueut!"
The unfamiliar sensation made her waist go limp.
Her aroused pussy reacted wildly to mere toe taps.
Even under Max's relentless teasing, Helen twitched and arched her hips while keeping his cock firmly in her mouth.
"Uuum~."
As if letting it slip would earn her punishment.
Helen looked up at Max.
He already knew all her weak spots—one flick of his foot, and her body reacted like it was broken.
"Haa, haa."
Twitch, twitch.
Her body was screaming it was at its limit.
With a desperate expression.
"Go stand at the podium and stick out your ass."
Max commanded.
She obeyed, resting her arms on the podium and presenting her ass.
Clutching her pounding heart of anticipation, she waited for Max to approach.
And in that instant.
"Hueut!!"
Helen felt Max's cock thrust deep inside her.
A light climax.
Then full orgasm.
The moment he entered her, Helen realized.
*My body's already molded to him.*
Tamed by him in illusions, sex in reality.
Only once in reality, but the countless illusory matings made it feel like they'd collided bodies for years.
Cumming the instant he inserted.
How perfectly compatible did their bodies have to be?
Feeling herself float away, Helen bowed her head.
Her entire body tensed.
Max gripped her ass and rocked his hips.
Puk!
"Hueut!"
His cock stabbed to the deepest point.
"M-My womb's g-getting crushed..."
After handling her so roughly, Max drew his hips back fully, pulling out completely.
The ensuing emptiness was fleeting.
Puk!
"Hup!!"
His cock plunged deep once more.
"Ngueut! C-Cumming!"
Tide gushed from Helen's pussy.
Her ass quivered as she squirted forcefully onto the floor.
"A-Ahngdae..."
The tension made her tongue loll loose.
Smaack!
"Hut!"
A sharp sound rang out, her ass trembling.
Glancing back, she saw Max's hand spanking her cheek.
It was bizarre.
It should hurt, but it didn't at all.
Instead, it felt good.
The vibrations from her ass stimulated her in strange ways around the cock inside.
Was this the power of illusion too?
"M-More..."
Helen turned to him, pleading desperately.
"Spank me more."
She never imagined those words leaving her own mouth.
Asking to be hit.
Lady Silvesta volunteering for a spanking.
This shouldn't happen.
A noble's body was precious, after all.
*Doesn't matter.*
In front of Max, none of that was needed, she realized.
No matter her status.
No matter her talents.
No matter the recognition from others.
In this moment of surrendering to him, she was just a "woman."
One honest with her desires, coquettish to her man—that was all.
Simply clenching her pussy to milk his baby batter.
"Feels... good."
Smaack!
"Hut!"
Max's hand snapped against her ass.
"Good..."
Helen whimpered.
"I want to watch... My pussy getting fucked... I want to see it."
Her voice now barely a whisper, Max suddenly hoisted her up.
Her legs spread wide, facing him as he held her aloft.
A position requiring serious strength.
Legs splayed, she clung to his chest.
Her breasts squished against his.
While holding her, Max rocked his hips, thrusting deep repeatedly.
"Ugeut!"
The invading cock.
Hitting spots unreachable in doggy style, Helen felt a new wave of pleasure while embraced by him.
*So good.*
But if she let go, she'd fall—like a cicada clinging to an old tree trunk.
His firm, muscular body gave her reassurance.
It didn't last.
"Ugeueut!"
Another surge of pleasure hit, and Helen buried her face in his shoulder.
His scent scrambled her mind.
*Love it.*
*This smell's too good.*
*This cock's too good.*
*Want to stay like this forever.*
*Don't want to let go.*
*Dominate me more.*
*Remind me I'm not a noble.*
*Just your lowly grad student bitch.*
*Too good... Can't think of anything but cock.*
Nothing else came to mind.
No worldly standards.
No talents or family legacy that defined her.
She could only blankly take his thrusts, clinging to Max—that was all she was capable of now.
"No! Cumming, cumming! Cumming on Professor's cock!!"
Helen hugged him tight.
Her body shuddered, her pussy clamping down on his cock amid climax.
Her pussy begged him to cum inside.
"Krgh!"
But Max pulled his hips back and out just before release.
He ejaculated onto her belly, where their stomachs pressed together.
"Haa, haa."
The moans of the two echoed through the lecture hall.
*Aaaah.*
Legs gone weak, barely able to stand, Helen—still held in his arms—glanced down at her lower belly.
Her breasts blocked the view, but the warm sensation of his cum was vivid.
Regret gnawed at her.
*He could've creampied me.*
Wouldn't that feel even better?
The sensation of new life flooding inside.
Feeling a twinge of regret, Helen looked up at Max from within his embrace.
"Professor, were you satisfied with my sex report?"
His lips curled into a smile at her question.
"Passing grade."
He stroked her head and set her down.
With that, the illusion faded.
The lecture hall vanished, revealing Max's familiar shop.
In the center of the magic circle, the two faced each other.
Helen felt a bit disappointed.
She'd wanted more, but there was no helping it.
Max looked like he might collapse any second.
*This'll have to do for today.*
Finally, she softly nestled into his embrace.