Chapter 19
Chapter 19
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 19
Chapter Title: The Loser's Classroom
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The sensation of being unable to properly use her power was unfamiliar.
Spirits had been Helen's limbs.
That was why the spirits' lack of response, no matter how much she called for them, left her bewildered.
Even without her giving separate orders, they had always naturally emerged whenever danger threatened her body, protecting her.
"Wh-why......"
Why weren't they reacting even as this pathetic loser defiled her?
Hurry and answer. Come find me.
Come quickly and deal with this loser and that mage completely...
"What's this? Still looking for your old spirits?"
The loser kneading her breasts sneered at her.
"You bastard..."
"You still haven't come to your senses. Well, I guess that's possible since you've forgotten your place entirely. Your boyfriend will understand."
"Wh-who's my boyfriend..."
"You're saying that even after seeing that crystal orb earlier? I'm hurt."
The loser who grabbed her breast kissed her nape.
"St-stop!"
"If you yell, people will see soon enough. You okay with that? Class is about to start."
"What?"
"Everyone else went into the lecture hall for class. Everyone except us two loners. You want to show them this?"
Who could she possibly show herself like this to—pinned down by a loser, unable to move, her breasts being defiled?
But to get out of this situation, she needed someone else's help.
"Someone, help m—mmph!"
"You still haven't learned."
With her mouth forcibly covered by the loser's hand, Helen couldn't say a word.
He was just a loser.
She had never once imagined being dragged around like this by a loser she always ignored and despised.
How could she have?
She and this loser lived in different worlds.
She was a proud Silvesta.
And this loser was just a nobody loner.
"No one's going to help you, you know?"
"...Don't talk nonsense."
"Yeah? Wanna bet?"
"What?"
"Right now, if I go inside and toy with you in front of the professor and students, how do you think everyone will react?"
Helen twisted her lips.
"You've probably already done something with illusion magic. No matter what you do, I won't believe it."
"Even after those thugs beat you up earlier, you still think it's an illusion? Really?"
The loser roughly gripped her breast.
"Ngh!"
"See? Even now, just from me grabbing your tits, you're moaning like you're feeling it. This can't be an illusion. Right?"
"Ridiculous... Ngh!"
His fingers toyed with her nipple.
"You like it there, don't you? You love it because I've taught you so many times."
"Hnng, haa! St-stop..."
It was then, as Helen whimpered under the loser's hands fondling her breasts.
"Hey, what are you doing there?"
A familiar face.
Professor Simond, the spirit studies professor.
The professor who favored and adored her the most.
The one who said she would change the entire paradigm of spirit studies going forward.
"Professor Simond! H-help me!"
She desperately cried out to Professor Simond.
But his eyes weren't on her.
"Prophard Youngsik, how many warnings do I have to give you before you get to class on time?"
"I'm sorry, Professor."
"Pr-Professor?"
Bewildered by the professor openly ignoring her, Helen stammered as she called out to him.
She had to get out of here quickly.
She knew this world, and Professor Simond, were fake, but she needed to exploit whatever she could.
"Professor, it's me, Helen. Helen Silvesta, the greatest spirit mage. I'm being toyed with by some loser whose name I don't even know. Deal with this guy right now! Immediately!"
Only then did Simond's gaze turn to Helen at her words.
A cold gaze, like looking at a bug.
Tsk.
Professor Simond, clicking his tongue, looked back at the loser.
"Prophard Youngsik, didn't you say you were properly educating the commoner Helen?"
"...Huh?"
"I'm sorry, Professor."
"For a mere commoner to speak informally and give orders to a noble and a professor—no way that's acceptable, is it? If you don't educate her properly soon, not only Helen but you will be expelled, so know that."
"I'll keep it in mind. Don't worry."
She blankly watched Professor Simond walk away.
"See? Your place here."
"...This can't be."
Even if it was an illusion, that condescending gaze was unbearably harsh.
This feeling?
The powerless feeling of being unable to do anything?
She knew it was an illusion, but her head felt tightly constricted.
An unpleasant, strange sensation.
Having never experienced it before, Helen couldn't utter a word.
"Now you seem to get your place. Let's go. To our secret classroom."
As she was dragged along, Helen kept ruminating on the defeat she felt.
The sensation that she was nothing gnawed unpleasantly at a corner of her heart, slowly taking root.
And by the time Helen pulled herself together again.
"How is it? Our memorable spot."
She stood with the loser in a deserted old lecture hall.
"It's disgusting. I want to leave now, so just stop..."
"You heard the professor earlier. I have a duty to properly educate you. I opposed the faculty trying to expel you. I said I'd train you into a proper commoner."
"Your jokes aren't funny. Fake memories from an illusion..."
"I'm hurt. But it's fine. Refreshing your memories can be fun too."
Finishing his words, the loser approached her.
And.
Rip!
"Kyaa!"
He roughly stripped off her clothes.
"I tried explaining nicely, but that won't work anymore. Time for some hands-on discipline."
With her outer clothes removed, worn underwear was revealed.
It was her favorite mint-colored set.
The bra covering Helen's large breasts was frayed from lack of repair.
She knew it was an illusion, but it was too pathetic.
Her beautiful, pale skin asserted its presence beneath the shabby underwear.
"Definitely pretty."
"Y-you..."
"I said hands-on. Get properly done in by the loser you always ignored."
He removed the bra covering her breasts.
Then he roughly grabbed them with both hands.
Helen’s breasts, soft like cream cake, changed shape under the loser's touch.
Breasts too large to fit in one hand were defiled by the loser.
"Don't... Mmph..."
Noticing that the more she moaned, the more the loser liked it, Helen covered her mouth with her hand, desperately suppressing her moans.
She didn't know the principle behind this illusion, but she wouldn't give them what they wanted.
She gritted her teeth and endured.
No matter how much she screamed and resisted, if it continued, she just had to endure until this guy lost interest.
She bit her lower lip, somehow holding back her roughening breaths.
Endure. Hold on.
Just a bit longer.
Until this loser loses interest.
She squeezed her eyes shut, suppressing the sensations.
But her breasts, kneaded by the man's hands, made her resolve meaningless as her nipples hardened, welcoming his touch.
"Enduring is cute, but your body's honest?"
"..."
"It's fine. I'll make you moan in no time. I know every spot you like."
He bit her breast.
Pressing his mouth to the upper part, he sucked hard enough to hollow his cheeks.
"Mmph..."
Her body writhed at the tickling sensation in her breasts.
Unconsciously, she rubbed her thighs together, twisting her body this way and that.
She meant it as an attempt to escape, but to others, it looked no different from a courtship display, overcome with arousal and seducing the man.
'Why am I... to a loser like this...'
Intense humiliation welled up.
The fact that she, always at the top of the food chain dominating others, couldn't even beat this pathetic loser.
Wasn't she worse than prey?
I'm a Silvesta lady.
But contrary to her thoughts, her body was starting to grow accustomed to the humiliation from this loser.
The loser's tongue work, gathering her large breasts to lick both nipples at once, was skilled enough to make many women cry.
He licked her breasts while constantly checking Helen's state.
"Getting harder? You like it that much?"
"If the spirits just come back..."
"Then you'll have to obey me forever. They won't return to a bitch like you."
It was torment, like someone forcibly grabbing her breasts.
Her heart raced so hard it was hard to breathe.
As she silently resisted without fighting back, the intense sense of defeat she felt grew even clearer.
A humiliation she'd never experienced in her life.
Her clothes forcibly stripped.
Her breasts sucked and toyed with.
Even if an illusion, it was unbearable.
"Haa, haa."
Her breathing grew rougher.
Hatred surged.
She was furious enough to want to kill this man right now, but the fact that she couldn't do anything was utterly despairing.
The more she felt that, the faster her heart beat.
Blood rushed to her head, making it hot.
Amid the ringing, a tingling in her breasts.
Breasts no one had touched.
Breasts even academy cadets and thugs didn't dare glance at.
This loser was defiling them at will.
As if they were his.
Even the professor in the illusion treated it as natural, saying he was in charge of her.
That irritated her more.
Even if an illusion.
This kind of guy, to me?
It wounded her pride.
It was then.
"Haa, you're plenty warmed up now. Open your mouth."
"What?"
"Open it. I'm gonna do something even better now."
"You think I'd open just because you say—mmph!"
The loser squeezed both her cheeks hard with his hand.
Her lips naturally parted.
In the illusion, nothing went her way.
"Stick out your tongue. Before I force it out."
Hating that above all, Helen shuddered and stuck out her tongue.
"Been a while since our oath kiss."
"Huh?"
"What else? In this academy, I'm your master."
"Don't hi—mmph!"
The loser's tongue forcibly covered hers.
She tried to close her mouth to resist, but with his hands forcing it open, she couldn't.
The slimy, hot loser's tongue roughly assaulted hers.
It was a sticky tentacle defiling her purity, a filthy touch inviting corruption.
Each time their tongues touched and parted, their saliva mixed and stretched like threads.
They say the mouth is the human body's most sensitive part.
The loser's skilled tongue began awakening sensations in her she'd never used before.
'Feels gross.'
It was her first kiss.
The forbidden zone no one had dared touch.
And this pathetic loser had taken it.
The thought of something from that loser entering her body filled Helen with an unprecedented sense of insult.
She wanted to spit it out immediately, but the loser wouldn't release her mouth.
Lips met lips, tongues entwined.
As the loser's tongue roamed inside her mouth, Helen squeezed her eyes shut.
The moment she closed them, the sensation sharpened.
Somewhere between disgust and pleasure.
This vile sensation from the devil's tongue showed no sign of leaving her mouth.
Annoying.
Why do I have to go through this?
I only came to find Yuris's weakness.
Tears came.
Miserable and sad.
Even knowing it was an illusion, this emotion felt overwhelmingly real.
Far more than the pleasure in her body now.
"Puha, looks like you loved the oath kiss with your master."
The loser's mouth was smeared with her saliva.
And symbolizing their intense kiss, Helen's lipstick was smudged.
A cheap, sticky sight.
The loser's hand, grinning refreshingly, headed to her secret place.
"Like a beast in heat, your pussy juice is dripping like this."
His fingers plunged under her skirt, toying with her womanhood.
"Hnngh!"
No matter how she tried to hold back, she couldn't suppress the pleasure rising from below.
"Your thighs are soaked too. You didn't notice because you loved the nipple play and kiss so much?"
The loser's fingers, now returned, glistened with clear, slippery love juices that looked like hers.
"No. Th-that can't..."
"Then see for yourself. There's a mirror."
The loser who lifted Helen's skirt dragged her before the mirror.
Helen saw.
In the mirror, her blue eyes were unfocused and glazed, her face flushed red with arousal, her hair that shook while holding back pleasure stuck messily to her face, and her mouth glistened with the loser's saliva.
Her erect nipples and areolas asserted their presence, revealing her excitement, and the panties visible under her hiked skirt were completely soaked and overflowing with love juices.
The juices ran down her thighs.
"This is me?"
No way.
I definitely, definitely hated it.
There's no way I'd like what this guy does.
"How..."
"Be honest now."
The loser whispering in her ear grinned lewdly.