Chapter 33
Chapter 33
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 33
Chapter Title: Helen's Forbidden Fantasy
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“Huu....”
I watched Helen climaxing from feeling my touch.
Even though no real cock had been inserted, Helen was feeling a deeper orgasm than anyone else.
By rubbing her pussy lips with what felt like a cock, pressing her lower abdomen, choking her neck, or stuffing fingers into her mouth—alternating these pseudo-penetration sensations to induce the delusion of being truly penetrated by a cock.
And as her climax intensified, my cock twitched violently in response, erect to the point of bursting.
“Kuht!”
My cock, erect to its limit from the female pheromones, spurted semen onto her belly amid the pheromones released by the climaxing female.
“Ooh.... Oooh!”
Helen’s body trembled in my hands as she climaxed, flopping beneath her while receiving semen on her belly.
“Haa, haa.”
Even as she panted from exhaustion, having lost consciousness in orgasm, I wiped down Helen’s body.
Honestly, it took extreme self-restraint not to thrust my real cock into Helen’s pussy, which she herself was shaking her hips to spread open.
How could I ignore the chance to fuck the virgin pussy of the Silvesta lady, who drew everyone’s envy and admiration?
‘It was really tough.’
Helen’s pussy was so wet that one slip and it would have gone right in.
She even moved her hips herself.
Fortunately, the illusion ended without full penetration.
Though my cock was still twitching, unsatisfied even after one ejaculation.
‘Calm down.’
I can’t rape a customer.
Not until they consent.
That was the shopkeeper’s duty.
And if a customer consents?
Then there’s no need to hit the brakes.
After straightening my clothes, I wiped Helen’s body, along with the love juices and sweat she’d shed.
“Are you back to your senses?”
I asked Helen, who stared at me with a dazed face even after waking.
The moment our eyes met, Helen flinched and looked away.
Her face flushed bright red, she stammered with pursed lips.
“I-it’s over, huh.”
“Yes. You seemed to enjoy it. Fainting from pleasure and all.”
“D-do you have to say it out loud?”
There was no trace of her earlier venom in Helen’s whining voice.
Whether from proper satisfaction, her tone even carried a hint of coquettishness.
For the proud Helen to speak in such a coquettish voice.
Anyone who knew her would have been shocked.
“Then you weren’t satisfied?”
“T-that’s not it....”
“As a service provider, I need accurate feedback. That way I can offer quality service next time.”
“....”
She fidgeted, gently cradling her lower belly and rubbing her thighs together, then nodded.
“It felt... good.”
“Glad you said it honestly.”
Helen bowed her head deeply.
“Feel free to go wash up and change. Put your clothes in the laundry bin over there.”
“Ah.”
Only then did Helen belatedly check her clothes.
The uniform marked ‘Hall of Illusions’ was soaked from various fluids I hadn’t wiped off, stained dark purple in spots and clinging tightly to her body.
“Y-you should’ve told me sooner!”
She fled to the shower like her life depended on it.
Once inside, Helen peeked her head out and called me.
“Um, teacher.”
“Yes.”
“W-would you ever consider trying glasses?”
“Glasses?”
“Yeah....”
“Sorry, but my eyesight isn’t bad enough to need them.”
“I-I heard nobles these days wear fashion glasses...?”
“My finances aren’t flush enough to spend on that.”
“Ah....”
Helen glanced around the shop again.
“I see. Got it.”
“Go on and shower.”
As Helen entered the shower, I maintained the magic circle while reviewing the memories and records from her illusion.
It was an illusion video of surprisingly high completion.
The academy setting, the teacher figure, and her own situation.
All three elements aligned perfectly for total immersion.
The somewhat forced scenario was made convincing by adding illusion magic class elements, the rotor, and some spanking punishment.
Thanks to that, Helen enjoyed her fantasy desires without a hint of dissonance.
Personally satisfying result.
I’d give it 8 or higher out of 10.
Just one regrettable point.
“Why does it keep auto-completing to my appearance?”
No matter how many times I adjusted during playback, the fantasy’s male lead kept resolving into my face.
Me wearing glasses.
I first noticed when I saw my reflection in the window while spanking her ass.
Was it the illusion magic class influencing it?
‘No. It was definitely my face from the start.’
Since I hadn’t made any changes.
So it wasn’t the subject affecting it.
That meant Helen’s mind had a strong image of me imprinted.
‘Was it the intense memory from when I visited as a substitute instructor? Or maybe because she couldn’t dispel my illusion magic.’
To pinpoint the exact reason, I’d need time for research.
‘Why the glasses though?’
This time, I’d matched her tastes perfectly.
The perfect man who doesn’t exist in reality.
Intellectual charm, physical beauty, tall stature, handsome looks, proper refinement, and a great voice.
I’d combined all those elements into one character.
Of course, my reflection in the fantasy window had a slightly more muscular build and higher nose bridge than real-life me.
Like idealizing the handsome me I sometimes see in the bathroom mirror?
Seeing my buffed-up self in the illusion felt a bit awkward.
I’d aimed for a fully fictional character, but it ended up blending in my self-image to create a new person.
Like my face AI-enhanced in the 21st century.
“Didn’t expect her to find me handsome.”
Of course, I tried correcting it multiple times during playback.
Better not expose my face in the fantasy.
Simple reason.
If a real person—especially an illusion mage like me—kept appearing, it’d make the fantasy feel too obvious.
Plus, my face in a desire-fulfillment video like this would lead to misunderstandings.
Like I was using illusion magic to vent my own lust on customers.
So I tried to avoid it as much as possible.
But the video had already started, and I couldn’t rewind.
The depraved thrill of defiling a customer with my face made my cock several times harder than usual.
If I’d inserted it like that...
I’d have cum the instant I went in.
Anyway, I had no choice but to let the face stay until the end.
‘That’s probably why she’s more embarrassed....’
Need to fix that for the next one.
Unexpected that Helen let it slide without comment.
‘Thought she’d grill me given her personality.’
Instead, she got shy and backed off first.
Maybe she’s less immune to this stuff than I thought.
Or perhaps satisfied enough to overlook it.
Of course, repeating the mistake wouldn’t fly, so some tweaks were needed.
While waiting for Helen to return, I inspected the magic circle and slowly checked why the issue occurred.
‘Busy, so busy.’
“W-what do I do....”
Back in reality, Helen couldn’t meet Max’s eyes.
Was it because of that experience in the illusion?
The moment she saw Max, the fantasy teacher who’d dominated and overwhelmed her flashed back, making her face burn like it’d explode.
Those memories.
That scolding voice.
Those thick fingers spanking her ass.
That large hand gripping her throat.
And that massive cock churning her insides.
They kept resurfacing.
-You’re an underachieving student lacking discipline.
It felt like Max would spit those words if he opened his mouth.
She’d thought, after the nerd incident, that seeing Max wouldn’t faze her.
Even though the fantasy had forcibly ravished her, the real Aisen was a bottom-feeder who couldn’t meet her eyes.
She’d assumed Max would be the same.
So she’d looked at him without a second thought.
Maybe because her womb was still fluttering, savoring the afterglow of orgasm from the fantasy.
The moment she locked eyes with the smiling Max, Helen bowed her head.
For a Silvesta lady to avert her gaze first.
Unthinkable.
Even back in reality.
When she should be the Silvesta lady.
Why?
Why couldn’t she meet his eyes?
Wasn’t she the one who glared and crushed others with words?
‘I should be no different from that nerd, so why....?’
She looked at Max.
Deep down, Helen thought glasses would suit him a bit.
What am I thinking?
Suit him?
Who?
That pervert teacher?
‘Have I gone mad?’
Shoooo!
Helen washed her body with cold water to shake off stray thoughts.
But the cold water hitting her skin felt just like...
Slap!
-Helen, you’re an underachiever.
It felt like Max’s cold gaze looking down at her, making her shiver.
Her freshly cleaned body was dirtied again by new fluids.
“Aah.... Underachiever....”
Her heart pounded.
Like it’d burst.
“Teacher really suits glasses....”
Imagining Max in glasses, she gently pinched her nipple with her fingers.
“Good work. Go home and rest up. Best to take it easy for a day or so.”
“...I know.”
Having calmed down in the shower, Helen’s voice carried a bit more strength than before.
Perhaps because her attendants had come to fetch her.
She had to be the Silvesta lady in front of them.
“Will you come again? If so, scheduling ahead would help.”
“Again...?”
“Yes.”
Helen glanced at her attendants, then nodded.
“Fine. I’ll come next time too. Make sure it’s even better.”
“Understood.”
I registered a new appointment for Helen.
“Hoping today’s experience was enjoyable. Safe travels.”
“...Y-yeah.”
Helen fled the shop.
Looks like I gained a regular.
“Time to close up for the day.”
My body ached.
To satisfy Helen in her fantasy and air out the room’s thick male scent, I needed to ventilate.
“Good work today.”
Triumph.
The Empire’s 1st Knight Order returned victorious.
Having subjugated bandit groups scattered across the east, starting from Mangor Mountain.
Just bandits, one might say, but Yuris’s victories were always special to the imperial citizens.
The Goddess of Victory had triumphed again.
The Empire remained mighty.
It hardly mattered that the foes were weak bandits.
All the Empire’s real threats had already been crushed by Yuris anyway.
This event was practically a celebration for the already-victorious Empire.
No major forces threatened it anymore.
Yuris looked at those welcoming her, but her heart didn’t race.
“Not enjoying it?”
As if reading her mind, Vice Captain Jeko asked.
“How could I not? No one got hurt.”
“Then why that expression?”
“My expression? What about it.”
“You looked bored.”
“Bored, huh....”
Not wrong.
There’d been nothing in this battle for her to ‘enjoy.’
At Jeko’s words, Yuris let out a sudden realization.
“I see.”
“Yes?”
“I’m not enjoying the victory right now.”
She murmured softly, her gaze turning not to the palace, but elsewhere.