Chapter 29
Chapter 29
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 29
Chapter Title: Revealing Hidden Desires
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Excluding the first question, most of them were surprisingly ordinary.
- What is your favorite hobby?
- Beating my opponent.
- What do you usually do when you're stressed?
- Bubble bath. Light massage from a maid.
- What is most important to you?
- Family, house, and me.
- Is there anything you cannot tolerate? (Yes/No) If you select Yes, answer the next question.
- Yes.
- What can you not tolerate?
- Insulting the Silvesta house, looking down on me.
There were a lot of everyday questions.
As she answered one by one, the mundane questions were almost finished.
And then came the more serious ones.
- What are your preferences? (Heterosexual/Homosexual/Other)
"There's even a question like this?"
She naturally circled heterosexual.
- You selected heterosexual. What are your preferences? (Older man/Younger man/Same age or peers)
"......"
It was a tough question.
Helen had never really thought about her taste in men before.
"Hmm... Teacher, what do I do if there's a hard question to pick?"
Max, who was seriously tinkering with the magic circle, looked at her and said,
"Think about it seriously then. It doesn't matter how long it takes; just until you reach a conclusion."
"I see."
"Yes."
Max focused back on the magic circle.
Helen quietly watched him.
His serious gaze as he silently adjusted the magic circle.
The sharp jawline that showed when he lifted his head.
The muscles revealed on his wrists slightly pushed back.
And the lower abs peeking under his shirt every time he raised his arms.
He had a perfect physique that made her want to ask why a magician had the body of a knight.
A magician with max intellect and a body with max physical ability.
"Hmm, something like that seems just right."
She felt no attraction whatsoever to men inferior to her.
Of course. Inferior men couldn't protect her.
Even if he couldn't protect her, a man who could at least protect himself was barely worth looking at.
An older man with an appropriate age gap.
To be someone she could rely on, same age or younger wouldn't do.
- You selected heterosexual. What are your preferences? (Older man/Younger man/Same age or peers)
She carefully drew a small circle around older man.
"Good."
There were still a few more questions left.
Questions listing preferences for appearance, personality, other physical conditions, and psychological conditions continued.
- When do you get aroused? (Please be as detailed as possible; it will be very helpful.)
A somewhat explicit question hit her harder than the first ones.
When did she get aroused?
Now even questions like this.
But perhaps because of the intense first question, she read it rather calmly.
Arousal, huh.
She recalled, slowly, as Max said, until an image formed in her mind.
Naturally, with her personality, she absolutely could not tolerate losing to a man.
'I have to win unconditionally.'
She imagined trampling Max.
Helen felt a brief thrill of satisfaction at the sight of him declaring defeat to her.
She felt deep satisfaction at the thought of him never daring to look down on her again.
However.
It wasn't arousing.
On the contrary, she felt bored soon after.
Just like with other mediocre men, it lost its fun.
'He dislikes me winning?'
No.
That couldn't be.
Crushing and beating others was her specialty.
It always had been.
In fact, hadn't she written it first?
That beating opponents was her favorite thing.
'Dislike this?'
No.
It's not that she disliked it.
It was just brief desire fulfillment.
"No way......"
Recalling memories from the previous illusion, Helen imagined the opposite scenario.
Max tormenting and trampling her...
"Eek!"
Without realizing it, her body shuddered, and she clamped her legs together.
"Miss Helen, what's wrong?"
"H-Huh? N-Nothing."
Am I crazy?
Do I really get aroused by losing?
Me, of all people?
I'm Helen, the precious daughter of the Silvesta house.
'Get a grip.'
Helen pulled herself together.
But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't forget that momentary arousal she just felt.
'For real...?'
She closed her eyes and imagined another scene.
But what came to mind was.
- You didn't do your homework properly again. Is that acceptable for an academy student? Looks like you need remedial class.
- If you enrolled in the magic department, you need to produce proper grades. But your scores are too poor. Let's start remedial class.
- Do you think that's proper exercise? You need remedial class. Today it's stretching and cardio.
Different versions of Max.
Teacher Max, berating her.
Gulp.
Swallowing, she trembled as she wrote.
- When imagining being trampled and defeated. When the instructor suggests remedial class due to lack of effort, I feel defeat and slight arousal. Facing an unsolvable problem and being berated by the instructor who gave it arouses me. My body twitches when called stupid.
It hurt her pride, but lying about something like this would be even more humiliating.
- You have fallen into a world where you must be honest about your sexual desires. You must perform at least one of your favorite acts. What act do you like?
Helen bit her lip.
An explicit question.
But having come this far, turning back wasn't an option.
Fine.
I'll answer honestly.
- Being berated over grades and ultimately physically punished. Leaving marks on my body, which no one, not even my father, has touched.
Her face turned beet red, as if it would burst.
- Last question. Answer only if you are a virgin.
- Does it matter if you lose your virginity through this act? (Yes/No)
The moment she saw that question, she looked up at Max.
"T-Teacher, w-what is this?"
"Seeing your reaction, you've reached the last question. Just answer that honestly too. Your answer will affect the real-world actions as well."
"......What if I write no?"
"We won't touch that part. Everything changes based on the user's wishes."
Helen fidgeted and asked,
"What did Yuris say?"
"She said no. I have to be honest too."
"I see."
With trembling hands, Helen circled 'No'.
She inwardly debated changing it to 'Yes', but she didn't want to lose her virginity over something like this.
"All done."
"Good work. Take a short break. I'll adjust the magic circle based on the survey."
"Starting right away?"
"We customize settings for each customer. We can start immediately if you want, or postpone it."
Helen decided to do it later.
She was curious.
How her answers would manifest.
"Alright. Then I'll wait."
"Would you like to change into the clothes provided by our shop?"
It was a baggy round shirt labeled 'Illusion Theater'.
High-quality fabric, but terrible design.
A bit shabby for a noble lady, but having worn it once, Helen knew how comfortable it was.
Soft to wear, and no worry about getting dirty.
In that case.
"I'll wear it."
"Great. Then take a quick shower while I set up the magic circle."
"......Okay."
As she grabbed the clothes and headed to the shower room, she glanced at Max.
He was reading the survey surprisingly calmly.
No sign of arousal at all.
'Am I weird? Why is he so composed?'
Or does that mean I have no sexual appeal?
That upsets me a bit.
'Come to think of it, last time he left me alone even when I was caught in the illusion.'
No way...
Does he really not feel attracted to me?
That can't be.
Ignoring the subtle wound to her pride, she entered the shower room.
Helen didn't know.
That Max was greatly shocked by her unexpected tastes.
'Likes being dominated by an older man? Even a teacher...? Wants to be called stupid?'
'Wait, presenting an unsolvable problem as a teacher... that's not talking about me, is it?'
Nor that his thoughts were gradually being reflected into the magic circle.
Though somewhat surprised by Helen's unexpected tastes, the magic circle registered normally.
For her desired taste in sex—being berated for poor performance—he added a bit of arousal element.
Basic setting: the academy she attends.
Probably best to have a similar background to the previous illusion.
'The prior research helped too.'
However, the protagonist character changed.
Originally, due to Yuris's tastes, a worthless being rising with unexpected power to defeat others made Aisen, the class loser otaku, the protagonist.
'She seems to want to be dominated by an older man superior to her.'
So, he set it as an older instructor.
Putting himself in would seem too impure, so based on the info she wrote she finds attractive, he created a virtual character.
It worked perfectly on Yuris, so it should on Helen too.
Under the guise of remedial class, going all the way to intimate acts.
Like with Yuris, using physical pressure and similar sensations to take her where she wants.
'Settings are done. The rest will unfold according to Helen's desires.'
His role there: add external elements for deeper immersion and act as the counterpart.
"All done?"
After a long shower, Helen came out changed into the shop's uniform, a baggy lavender round shirt.
"Yes. Just sit here. When the magic circle activates, your desired scene will unfold naturally."
"I trust your skills, Teacher."
She sat down without hesitation.
"It's based on the survey you filled out, so it's packed with your tastes."
Looking up at him from her seat, she asked,
"No test this time?"
"Test... This is just a test run. Experience it first."
"...Got it."
Huh?
Why does she sound disappointed?
Confirming Helen seated, I snapped my fingers.
And at that moment, the magic circle began to activate.
Whoosh!
Light enveloped her.
Her surroundings probably changed.
Shall I start my work now?
"Huh?"
"...The academy."
Looking around the familiar surroundings, Helen felt a bit disappointed at how the same it was.
She thought it would be a little different, but it was pretty much identical.
"Might be disappointing."
As she thought that and took in the surroundings,
"Miss Helen, what are you doing outside the classroom?"
She turned at the familiar voice.
"Huh? T-Teacher?"
There stood Max wearing glasses, holding a thick book.