Chapter 25
Chapter 25
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 25
Chapter Title: Betrayed Spirits and Forced Submission
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The moment she reclaimed her spirits, she mistakenly believed she could use all her power again.
Of course, she thought she'd regained her strength.
She never even considered that they might have set a trap targeting her specifically.
They were just characters in an illusion, after all.
But.
"Hnng!!!"
The man in front of her, greedily sucking on her breasts, was already leering at her with eyes gleaming in anticipation of violating her.
"S-Stop..."
"Did you stop when I begged you to? I don't think so."
"..."
He was right.
When that loser—no, Aisen—had begged her to stop, she hadn't shown him the slightest mercy.
"So don't say that crap."
Aisen sneered as he continued sucking on her breasts.
The blatant way his tongue flicked and licked her nipples kept drawing moans from her lips.
She tried desperately to hold them back.
"Hngh!!"
Was it because she'd been through something similar in a previous illusion?
The pleasure was incomparable to before, and the moans escaped on their own.
"No...!"
As the caresses grew more overt, she backed away and slapped Aisen across the cheek.
Smack!
"I said stop!"
It was a natural reaction she could no longer suppress.
Aisen's cheek flushed red in the exact shape of her hand.
"You're putting up more resistance than I expected. Still want to fight like that? Don't you know your position?"
"You think this means you've won? Fat chance! You think my father will let you get away with this once he finds out I've regained my power?"
Setting aside the fact that it was an illusion, rage boiled up at the thought of being so helplessly overpowered by this guy.
She couldn't just take it lying down, even if it was pathetic resistance.
If she could just cause enough of a commotion...
"No choice, then."
"What are you—?"
"Hey, upper earth spirit, bind your master's arms and legs. And you, give her nipples a little whirlwind as a gift."
"What did you just say?"
What did that guy just say?
-......
-......
The two upper spirits trembled as they looked at Helen.
Their expressions clearly showed they were trying to resist the command.
-Shaaa......
-Grrr......
Their bodies shuddered and their jaws clenched, as if refusing to obey.
But only for a moment.
"Now."
At Aisen's command, the spirits that had been resisting finally moved.
"Hey, you—you guys...! Sylph! Gnome! Snap out of it!"
She desperately called their true names, but they showed no sign of listening to her anymore.
Gnome, the upper earth spirit in the form of an ape, manipulated the marble classroom floor to create stone shackles that bound Helen's arms and legs.
"Kyaaak!"
No matter how much she struggled, the unyielding shackles robbed her of freedom in her limbs.
Sylph, as if waiting for this moment, created small whirlwinds of wind.
The two whirlwinds spun fiercely, latching onto Helen's nipples, still glistening with Aisen's saliva.
Whirrr.
The suction from the rapidly spinning wind tickled her breasts like a rotor's vibrations combined with tentacles from a relentless breast torment device.
"Khngh... W-Wait, this, th-this nooo! Stooop! Kyaaak!!"
The sticky pleasure was incomparable to hands or mouth—it seized her mind completely.
"Hnngh!!"
Her mind went blank.
Her breath caught for a moment.
It was so intense she could barely breathe, losing her senses briefly.
As the whirlwinds tugged on her nipples and areolae—already erect, swollen, and hypersensitive from tongue and lips—her head rang.
"Ah, aaah..."
With her limbs bound, unable even to resist, it pushed her right to the edge of the pleasure cliff.
Her mouth gaped open, drool spilling from between her lips.
Helen, oblivious to her own disheveled state, opened her mouth and chest wide just to breathe.
"Hngh! Haaah!! S-Stop... S-Sorry... I'm s-sorry... Kaa... J-Just stop for a s-sec..."
Was that her voice?
Her voice—a mix of moans, screams, and wails—echoed through the classroom like a beast's howl.
"Moan more. Etch your position deeper into your heart. Don't worry—the old classroom's soundproofing is top-notch."
A voice reached her.
Her mind was such a mess she couldn't tell if it was Aisen from the illusion or the illusion mage Max.
"Now do you get your position?"
"I g-get it... Kaa, st-stop... Hngh!!! Gaaah!!!"
Pssshhh!!
Just from breast play alone, her body shuddered as urine squirted from her pussy like a spray.
Her squirt and piss soaked the classroom floor, but Helen had no mind left for shame.
No.
This isn't because I like it...
"Hnnngh!!!"
Her eyes lost focus.
Her pupils rolled back on their own, and her limp body would have collapsed if not for the shackles.
Pussy juice dripped steadily from her slit.
"Nice reaction."
Aisen—no, the man who now looked like Max—barely touched her pussy lips with his finger.
"Urgh!"
Her body, hypersensitive, let out a bestial wail at that alone.
This was no noble lady—just a beast.
A female beast exhausted from drowning in pleasure.
"If you know you were wrong, you should make a contract fitting for it, right?"
"Wh-What...?"
"Make a contract with me. Simple one—don't worry. Like a spirit and human, you and I form a master-servant bond. Since you're leaking like that, water spirit suits you."
"...I..."
"Still haven't come to your senses? I'm not that loser you ignored."
"W-Wait..."
He snapped his fingers, and the whirlwinds spun up again.
"Kyaaaaah!!!!"
Pssshhh!!!
Drip drip!
The sound of her squirt hitting the marble floor rang in her ears.
But Helen, her mind shattered by the violent breast pleasure, didn't even hear it.
Limbs bound.
Spirits turned against her.
Their power was violating her.
Raping her breasts like this, and Max's power wasn't helping at all.
Using only her own spirits.
As if to imprint that she was now powerless.
Helen realized she couldn't escape Max's sticky lust enveloping her.
Unless she broke the illusion.
"I g-get it..."
"Ready to contract now?"
Instead of answering, Helen nodded.
She couldn't endure it.
No matter how noble she was, that pleasure was beyond what she could withstand.
The thought of finding the discrepancy and winning had long vanished from her mind.
Now she just wanted this illusion to end quickly.
"I'll d-do it..."
And to buy time for that, she was ready to do anything.
The perfect posture for a contract.
Panting heavily, swallowing her drool, she instinctively closed her eyes as Max approached.
"Hic!"
An inexplicable fear.
A fear she should never feel toward a loser—her body trembled.
The tremor born not of pleasure, but fear, was searing into her.
Max's hand approached.
Is he going to hit me?
Slap me?
I slapped him earlier, so revenge?
It'll hurt.
Last time in the illusion, getting beaten by those thugs really hurt.
Even though it was an illusion.
This time...
"I-I'm sorry!"
Helen cried out desperately, then cautiously opened her eyes at the feel of her head being stroked.
"Good girl. Why fight so hard when it could've ended this easily?"
"Uh... wha...?"
"I told you before. I'm your boyfriend."
"...Y-You're not gonna hit me?"
"You're my girlfriend first—how could I hit you?"
Thank goodness.
So glad.
No hitting—thank goodness.
"If you're good, I won't hit you. No need for that painful pleasure from before. I can make it feel good. You get it, right?"
"Y-Yeah..."
"The moment you contract with me here, forget you're a noble."
"Forget I'm a noble...?"
"Yeah. You're no Silvesta noble or spirit mage—just a plain female, my contracted water spirit."
"But..."
Helen couldn't continue.
Just meeting his eyes filled her with fear.
She bowed her head and murmured.
"O-Okay..."
"If you don't want more pleasure, fix your tone first."
"O-Okay..."
She hated getting hit.
Hated the pain now.
The precious lady Helen had never endured such hardship.
And Aisen—Max—had crushed her glass-cannon mentality thoroughly.
"Let's contract. Obey my orders, submit. Got it?"
"...Yes."
As she answered, Max stepped closer.
"Good. Now I'll make you feel good."
"Eh...? But earlier..."
"Yeah, no more painful stuff."
His thick fingers brushed her wet hair back.
Her shimmering silver hair parted, revealing her flushed red ears, and he lightly nibbled one.
"Hngh!!!"
The sensation pierced her brain as intensely as the earlier fervent breast play.
Closer to the brain, maybe.
The unfamiliar pleasure stabbed her head like needles.
"Ahh..."
A gentle kiss followed the nibble.
His lips trailed down her neck to claim her mouth.
Helen, trembling from pleasure, didn't resist his lips or touch—in fact, she couldn't.
Resisting would bring that painful pleasure again.
Meanwhile, his fingers delved into her soaking wet pussy lips.
"Hnnngh!!!"
It felt so good her toes curled.
Flailing helplessly, she unwittingly wrapped her arms around Max's waist.
When had that happened?
Her arm restraints were gone.
From the moment she swore the master-servant contract?
It didn't matter now.
In that instant, the voice from her lips was.
"Hahm, so good there..."
A moan enjoying the pleasure.
A coquettish voice she'd never have uttered normally.
Her shattered mentality in self-abandon, Helen was gradually accepting this given pleasure.
Her arms and legs free, but she had no thought of fleeing.
Escape wasn't an option for Helen, who had given up resisting.
Just fawning on this man to pass the time painlessly.
That was her only choice.
She concluded.
She couldn't win against this man.
Discrepancy?
No need to find it.
She'd already given up on uncovering Yuris's weakness.
So.
It's fine.
Losing this time wasn't planned.
So.
Just avoid the pain now.
The continuing kiss.
Feeling his hands knead her breasts, she felt his body too.
Why'd I try to avoid this when it feels so good?
"Loser..."
"Not loser. Say 'Master'."
"M-Master."
"Good girl."
Praised.
Master praised me.
Grinning foolishly, she saw Max's face sparkling beautifully.
Weird.
Beautiful like a spirit.
"Now we need the proper master-servant contract ritual, right?"
"Yes. We need the ritual."
Like contracting with a spirit—a sacred ritual.
She instinctively knew it was sex.
Master's thick cock stood erect like a pillar.
"So big..."
Helen stared blankly at it.
And the moment it rubbed against her clit.
The illusion ended.
Master's cock, about to enter her pussy, vanished, leaving only the floor soaked with what looked like her juices and squirt.
"...Huh?"
"Time's up."
"Up...?"
"How was it? Feel real, not like an illusion?"
"..."
She blankly looked up.
Max was looking down at Helen.
"It's really over?"
"Yes. It was a 60-minute session, kept short for remedial class purposes."
"No..."
Why end at such a crucial moment?
Helen looked down at her pants, sticky with her juices.
The emptiness upon returning to reality was overwhelming.
Her heart felt hollow; she gritted her teeth.
Max asked her.
"So, did you find the discrepancy?"