Chapter 20
Chapter 20
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 20
Chapter Title: Helen's Loathed Defeat
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The illusion Helen was watching had been designed to let her fully experience the 'defeat' and 'lust' she desired from Yuris.
On top of that, I'd added the one thing she hated most.
"-Do you have any tastes you dislike?"
"-I hate losers. The kind who have no intention of improving themselves. Being around them makes me feel like their sense of defeat will rub off on me. But why are you asking?"
Loser.
She'd said that to show the same thing Yuris had seen, I had to pick one specific person.
"-Some nerdy loser from the academy. Gloomy, loner type, can't study worth a damn so he's got no skills, and his clothes are all worn out and grimy."
Based on her words, I engraved that nerdy loser into the magic circle.
Unlike Yuris, who had a firmly set preference, Helen's illusion was a bit different.
Instead of extracting from an existing image, I decided to create the illusion video based on the memories in her head.
It would be a slightly more difficult task than with Yuris, but for Helen, this method would hit hardest.
She had a real, vivid object of disgust, after all.
So, as per her 'wish'(?), I created a scenario where she 'lost' to the person she hated most—and crumbled to 'lust' in the process.
She could infer what Yuris had seen, and at the same time, reflect a little on that arrogant attitude of hers.
"Stubbornness and pride like no other."
Acting as the nerdy loser in Helen's illusion, I looked at her refusing to bend right up to the end and said.
Even in the illusion, she clung fiercely to her pride as a Silvesta.
Even though she'd become the exact type she hated most.
Even as that existence humiliated her, Helen held her mind firm.
In the illusion, she kept denying the version of herself that had lost everything.
A normal person would've surrendered to the pleasure and started enjoying it long ago.
Of course, the moment she saw her completely disheveled, whore-like reflection in the mirror, that resolve shook.
'Well, she didn't enter the illusion because she wanted to do this herself.'
Unlike Yuris, who had always wanted defeat, Helen had entered to exploit Yuris's weakness.
And not with her own desires, but force-fed the exact scenario she hated most.
'No wonder her resistance is so strong.'
Her reactions provided excellent data.
For someone with Helen's mental fortitude, they could endure even mismatched desires—and those familiar with illusion magic would desperately seek ways to escape it.
'I'll need to work meticulously to avoid exposing any gaps.'
I made her flinch as the illusion's nerd gave her
Spirit magic to escape the crisis over and over, but it was impossible.
High-level illusion magic could invert the mana arrangement, preventing any magic or aura from manifesting.
And spirits were no exception.
No matter how much she called out to them, the spirits wouldn't hear her.
In a mana-inverted state, her spirit calls couldn't reach the spirit realm.
'Only two illusion mages in the world can pull this off.'
Me and my master, Meiko.
No one else could twist the mana array of an illusion this perfectly.
I'd suffered endlessly to perfect this.
Without it, I couldn't create videos satisfying desires in any situation.
'If they tear the world apart because they didn't like the video, immersion drops too much.'
Now, let's see how much longer our Silvesta lady—who can't use spirit magic—can enjoy herself.
"Why... won't they answer."
Helen muttered in a sob.
To escape this nerd, she'd whispered and shouted for spirits dozens of times more.
But not once did they respond to her call.
No matter how she tried, she couldn't escape alone.
"Now do you get it? You're a pathetic loser now. Just like the kind you despised so much—me."
His thick fingers slipped inside her panties.
The way they gouged her pussy lips.
The way he squeezed and crushed her clit.
"Hnngh!"
Groans leaked from her tightly sealed lips.
Her juices dripped through her panties.
Sensations she should hate.
"Hnng... Hnngh..."
Every time he rubbed his fingers, her hips twitched.
She had to endure.
She absolutely didn't want to show this nerd what he wanted.
"Haa, haa."
But her body wouldn't obey her will.
Just like the spirits had betrayed her.
Just like her family had abandoned her.
Even her body defied her will.
Twitch, twitch.
Every time his fingers probed inside her pussy, tapping her inner walls.
"Khngh!!!"
Groans burst between her lips.
Her eyes rolled back.
Her muscles trembled uncontrollably.
"Coming again? That's four times already. Still won't admit it?"
Drained from climax, Helen's body leaned against the nerd's.
He looked as frail and unassuming as her on the outside.
But leaning in, she felt the hard muscles beneath his clothes.
A man's body is this firm, huh.
Even a nerd's.
What am I thinking?
Get it together, Helen.
"Don't rest. Spread your legs."
"Kyaaah!!!"
In her brief lapse, she let out a coquettish moan as he entered her.
"Ughk! Hnngh!!"
Her virgin body drooled with greed every time his fingers invaded.
Having tasted pleasure once, her pussy spewed sticky juices, craving even more.
"Now rub yourself."
"...What?"
"Masturbate alone. Time to do it yourself, right?"
"..."
"If you cum by yourself, I'll let you go. Isn't that what you were looking for, whatever it was?"
"Fine."
"But."
The nerd positioned her in front of a full-body mirror.
"Use your reflection as your jerk-off material. With your narcissism, wouldn't this be better? Than getting off to some lowly guy."
"..."
This was better.
Better than using that nerd.
Better to look at herself.
Helen gazed at her reflection.
Now fully stripped, standing naked before the mirror.
All that remained of her Silvesta symbol was her disheveled silver hair.
Even that clung to her body, matted with saliva and sweat.
Everything that once filled her with pride was defiled.
She couldn't look away.
It was an order.
She had to do this to escape.
"Spread your legs like a crab and masturbate with your pussy on full display."
Gritting her teeth, she crab-walked, exposing her pussy completely.
Defeat gripped her heart.
Her breath caught, but she had to endure.
Endure it. Hold on.
If she just got through this...
Her real self was fine, she told herself as she began masturbating.
Squish, squish.
Helen's slender fingers slid into her pussy.
Fearful of touching there, she always only used her index finger—that was her masturbation method.
"Bet that's how you always do it."
Every stimulation of her inner walls made her pussy twitch.
This was new.
Her body was too sensitive.
Was it the afterglow of the orgasms this nerd had forced on her?
"Hnngh, hnngh... Haah!"
Her hips bucked as strength entered her ass.
A sensation her own hand had never given her.
Had it gotten sensitive from the nerd touching it?
No way.
Splurt, splurt.
Her pussy, craving orgasm, clamped down hard on her fingers.
Like it wanted to devour them.
As her fingers plunged in and out of the tightly gripped pussy, compressed air burst out.
The pussy fart sound was mortifying.
"Your pussy must be starving. That desperate, huh?"
But.
It wasn't enough.
Something was missing.
She couldn't cum as easily as before.
Why?
It felt so good.
She had to cum quick.
She had to climax to escape.
Entranced, she slipped her middle finger in too.
"Hnngh!"
Splurt!
The sensation of her pussy clenching was even clearer.
She liked how it stretched her.
Her waist bucked.
She wasn't even thinking about muffling her sounds anymore.
"This feels... good..."
Even as her pussy squeezed so hard her fingers hurt, it still wasn't enough.
More, more. Need more.
To cum and escape, she needed something thicker...
As she reached to add her ring finger.
"I clearly said to use your reflection as material."
"What...?"
"If you're just chasing pussy pleasure, that's no good."
Helen looked up.
In the mirror stood a vulgar silver-haired girl, legs spread, desperately seeking more pleasure.
No noble grace.
No spirit mage elegance.
No academy student sharpness.
Just.
A face flushed with pleasure, full of cheapness.
Craving desire.
Even if it was just to escape this.
The Helen in the mirror right now.
Looked uglier than ever.
The exact image she herself despised most.
"You look ridiculous."
The nerd snickered.
She saw his face in the mirror, watching her.
A victor's smile.
"Wanted to run that bad? Spreading your legs like a whore?"
"N-No... That's not..."
The whore in the mirror tilted her head back.
Both of them knew it was an empty gesture.
In that moment, the pride she'd guarded in her heart wavered.
Squish, squish.
"Khngh!"
Her fingers moved on their own, against her will, seeking pleasure.
"Etch that whore image of yours into your mind as you cum."
At the nerd's mocking voice.
"Hnngh!!!!"
A pleasure she'd never felt before overwhelmed her.
"Aaah..."
It felt like her brain cells were being crushed.
Thud.
Collapsing there, she felt her gushing fluids soaking her body, staring vacantly at her reflection.
The nerd was gone, but she couldn't leave.
When she came back to her senses.
"Are you with us now?"
She saw the illusion mage's face.
She realized she'd returned to the shop.
Instinctively, Helen looked down.
She saw her fingers still on her precious womanhood.
"No way, did I...?"
"Yes. You masturbated furiously while watching the illusion. Must've loved it."
"Th-That's not..."
Helen couldn't continue.
Right after.
"This is exactly what Yuris saw."
"Yuris saw this?"
"Not the exact same video, of course. She saw her own 'desire' too. I can't tell you precisely what."
"Desire..."
"Our shop shows you the 'desires' you want."
"..."
This is my desire?
No way, Helen denied inwardly.
"Now you're an accomplice."
She had no words for the illusion mage smiling down at her.
Just trembling from the lingering heat of that deep climax.