Chapter 12
Chapter 12
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 12
Chapter Title: Captive Return
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For Yuris's next video production, I was conducting research in the shop today as well.
Today, the mock battle between the Empire's 1st Knight Order and 2nd Knight Order had the outside in an uproar, but it had nothing to do with me.
‘Seeing Yuris win wouldn't help with material production anyway...’
I'd already witnessed her victories so many times it was tedious.
My head was overflowing with scenes of the Goddess of Victory triumphing.
No matter how varied her wins were.
They were being scattered everywhere as imperial propaganda, so I didn't need to see one more.
Instead, it was time to worry about how to satisfy her.
"She'll want it inserted soon..."
How to make her mistake it for actual penetration.
‘I can't shove a dildo right into her pussy.’
This was a shop that showed illusions to display and experience desires, not one that sold cocks.
This was my line in the sand.
If I went wild pounding away in an illusion without knowing if she even wanted it, I'd get dragged off by the Imperial Guard.
Being hauled away as a sex criminal was the last thing I wanted.
I might even face a religious trial if I wasn't careful.
So, even without real insertion, she needed to feel the illusion of being penetrated inside the fantasy.
That meant, after all...
‘Her pussy and insides need a bit of stimulation.’
Stimulation, huh.
"Lightly pressing down to trick her into feeling the sensation."
One method came to mind.
First, make the center of the chair she'll sit on slightly protruding and blunt, so it presses against her groin when she starts writhing in arousal.
Code it so that real sensation there gets amplified several times over in the illusion.
Then, when insertion happens, gently press her lower abdomen below the navel to stimulate her insides.
Her already aroused body will react instantly, plunging her into a pseudo-sensation of penetration without any actual insertion.
‘But this alone isn't enough.’
I knew it.
Without direct stimulation, it falls way short.
That's why I made a real dildo and strapped it between her legs before.
Pressing the pussy and lower abdomen just concentrates nerves toward the lower belly.
To recreate the feeling of being penetrated, she needs a similar sensation alongside it.
"To trick the senses, I need direct pseudo-sensations."
How?
Make her feel the sensation of insertion in another hole as if it were her pussy.
That hole being...
Her mouth.
Unlike other holes, the mouth is already exposed, so insert there.
The dilemma was whether to use a dildo or a real cock.
‘A real cock would add way more realism.’
Since it's not going in her pussy, the mouth's sensation needs to be extra real.
That way, syncing it with the lower sensations would make it feel even more vivid.
‘I’ll worry about that when the time comes.’
Anyway, this scenario will feature fellatio and sex together.
Of course, only if Yuris reveals her desires inside the illusion.
‘She’s plenty heated up now.’
She’ll want the real thing.
I wonder when she’ll show up.
Cheers from the crowd outside continued nonstop.
And they didn’t stop until I finished tuning and wrapping up the magic circle.
A massive cheer signaled the mock battle’s end.
Fireworks burst high in the sky.
The fight was over, and the results were in.
Probably Yuris’s victory.
I didn’t need to see it to know.
She was strong.
At least with the sword, few could beat her.
The empire and continent had countless powerhouses, but few who could defeat Yuris in combat.
As if blessed by the goddess herself.
"No customers today, either."
I was smacking my lips and sighing when...
Knock knock.
Someone rapped on the door.
Huh? A new customer at this hour?
It couldn’t be Yuris.
Grumbling about the inconsiderate latecomer, I opened the door.
And there stood...
"U-Um, s-sorry, I’m a bit late today."
Yuris, sweat still uncleared, stood there blushing.
"Knight Captain? Skipping the afterparty...?"
"Boring. It’s the same old thing every time."
She stepped inside, turning her flushed face away as she spoke.
"C-Can I request a video today, too?"
"...It’s late."
"I-I’ll pay extra. No matter how much. I’ve been so bored lately."
"Understood. Shower first, or as is...?"
"Ah..."
Only then did Yuris realize she hadn’t washed after battle.
The battle was short, but sweat still beaded on her forehead.
Not drenched, but her body definitely smelled of sweat.
Normally, the prim and proper knight Yuris wouldn’t tolerate her own state.
But now, she was driven by desire.
"Is... as is okay?"
Curiosity piqued, she stopped fussing over her condition.
Her face showed anticipation for what scenes awaited in the illusion, sweaty as she was.
"No issue. But they might react differently in the illusion. Still okay?"
"That’s even better... I-I mean, I’m curious. How it’ll feel based on my state."
A face utterly lacking in propriety.
Yuris wore an expression unbecoming of the victorious knight.
"Understood. I’ll set up the chair in the magic circle center, so please sit there."
"Got it."
I installed the improvised chair for Yuris, and she sat right away.
"But this chair... is it okay? Feels like something’s pressing..."
Unable to specify where, Yuris glanced at me.
"That sensation will give you the ultimate experience, Knight Captain."
"Ultimate experience..."
Yuris, now a regular, showed more anticipation than aversion to the indecency.
Fidgeting, eager to dive into the illusion.
"Got it. I’ll endure a bit."
"Then we’ll begin."
The illusion magic circle activated.
"Nggh!"
Yuris squeezed her eyes shut, beginning to see the shifting illusion.
Vigor faded from her eyes, and a thin magical membrane formed around her.
A space filled with illusion magic creating a virtual realm.
Anyone entering that membrane would be so immersed in the magic circle’s illusion, they couldn’t tell it from reality.
Even against an opponent like Yuris.
‘It’s a membrane so fragile I could dismantle it instantly if she sensed hostility from the circle.’
But since it catered purely to desire without hostility, it wouldn’t shatter forcibly.
It wasn’t made to harm, after all.
Inside the illusion’s membrane, Yuris looked around like someone donning VR.
Her surroundings had likely turned into that forest from before.
Glancing about, her dazed eyes met mine.
In that instant, her mouth slackened, and she grinned lewdly.
Just a split-second moment.
She snapped back to her usual expression, bristling with hostility like a hedgehog, glaring at me.
In the illusion, I’d look like the bandit who humiliated her.
‘She likes it more than expected.’
That initial expression when she first saw me was anticipation.
Swollen with excitement for what was coming.
‘I’ll provide the best service for full satisfaction.’
That way, our knight captain might promote us eagerly to others.
Of course, I knew a prim knight wouldn’t recommend such a scandalous shop.
‘But once she lets go and gets honest with her desires, she’ll want to confess it herself someday.’
Then she might advertise big-time.
- Even Iron-Blood Knight Yuris was satisfied with that shop.
- Best experience ever.
If she loved our shop, business would boom.
Making it easier to achieve my original plan: legendary videos, Nanako restoration.
Finishing my thoughts, I immersed into the bandit role in the illusion.
I’ll show the refinements from the last video, no holding back. Enjoy, Knight Captain.
Arriving back in the familiar forest, Yuris’s face softened with joy at the bandit before her.
How much she’d missed him.
She’d held back for the mock battle.
Nearly a week without seeing him.
Solo sessions weren’t enough.
The moments he sneered down at her, despised and insulted her—they haunted her thoughts.
Of course, each time, her rationality called it vulgar.
But imagining herself ruined before her subordinates before the mock battle brought a strange liberation.
Even after victory over Veron, receiving honors from the Empress amid cheers from thousands, she wasn’t pleased.
Even then, she fantasized about the bandit ravaging her.
‘Am I crazy?’
Fleeing the feel of her pussy wetting at the thought of the bandit, she’d rushed off.
Shocked at her lack of thrill at the afterparty, yet drawn as if bewitched to this Hall of Illusions.
That’s why she’d only just realized too late she hadn’t even showered post-mock battle.
And now, she anticipated what insults the bandit would hurl at her sweaty self.
And right now...
"Long time no see."
Hearing the bandit’s voice, Yuris’s body trembled.
Anticipation and fear.
Her heart raced at the thought of what fate awaited her.
She should hate it, this was wrong.
Why did her lips keep trying to curl up?
"N-No, I didn’t come because I missed you."
"Sure. Here for your tragic lady knight play again? You’re not here for me—you’re here for this cock. Right?"
"......"
As she trembled speechless, the bandit closed in and sniffed.
Sniff sniff.
"Smells like a bitch in heat covered in pheromones today. That desperate to get bred by the males?"
Yuris no longer resisted the insults.
In the illusion, she was no victorious knight.
Just a woman steeped in defeat.
"N-No, it’s not that. I..."
"Whatever. Doesn’t matter. What matters is you came here to get fucked again, and here I am. That’s it."
"......"
"Arms out. Taking you to the lair today."
"N-Not here?"
"If you prefer outdoors, I’ll oblige."
"Ah, no."
"Good. Hurry up. Better as a prisoner being dragged, right?"
"......"
She nodded.
Crude shackles bound her arms.
He stripped her armor piece by piece.
She offered no resistance to his hands removing her armor.
Down to her everyday clothes under the armor.
Just a running shirt-like undergarment covering chest and belly remained.
She was grateful even that was left, so overwhelming was her submission.
Shackles on wrists and ankles, the bandit gripping the connected rope.
When he pulled, she’d naturally be led along.
Realizing escape was impossible now, no matter her struggles, Yuris’s heart pounded.
Thump thump.
She hated to admit it, but she was excited for what this man would do to her.
Clank clank.
The rough sounds of shackles and chains as she followed his lead seemed to broadcast her plight.
I’m not the real Yuris right now.
Approaching the lair, the gatekeepers chatted with the bandit.
"Who’s the woman behind?"
"The self-proclaimed Iron-Blood Knight from before."
"Oh, her? Haha, nice body."
"Dream on. She’s mine."
"Got it, Boss."
At his claim of ownership, Yuris bit her lip.
It should’ve pissed her off, but her lips curved up instead.
Being someone’s possession.
Maybe not so bad.
Inside the lair, other bandits’ gazes fell on her.
They kept distance, eyes only on Yuris.
"Fuckin’ pretty. Boss is lucky today. Gonna keep playing with her."
"Ass looks so fuckable."
"Bitch, if she were mine, I’d pound her senseless."
"Kek, with your dick? She wouldn’t feel a thing."
"What?"
"Self-proclaimed Iron-Blood Knight, and she got caught? Goddess of Victory my ass."
"Tons of dumb sluts like that lately. Pretending to be Iron-Blood Knight Yuris on adventures."
Crude words treating her like an object flew.
Clearly aimed at her.
Fuck her, tie her up and rape her.
They spewed filth unfit for words.
Glancing at them, Yuris felt not disgust, but heat rising in her chest.
She knew it was wrong, but couldn’t suppress the surging desire.
"By the way, heard the Iron-Blood Knight, symbol of victory, beat the 2nd Knight Captain in the mock battle today?"
"......Huh?"
"She’s probably celebrating with her subordinates right now."
"......Th-That’s..."
Her body trembled nonstop.
She pictured Jeko and her knights enjoying the afterparty without her.
She was here for desire...
While all celebrated victory, she’d come here for defeat.
Guilt for no reason kept her head down.
The bandit glanced back.
"So you can’t be the real Yuris, right?"
At his downward gaze and words, Yuris nodded.
A potent male musk emanated from her captor bandit.
The scent a female must follow.
"Y-Yes. I’m not the real Yuris."
In that moment, Iron-Blood Knight Yuris abandoned herself for defeat.