Chapter 35
Chapter 35
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 35
Chapter Title: Craving Deeper Defeat
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After the brief ceremony with the Empress concluded, Yuris stood at a crossroads, lost in thought.
Should she return to her residence like this, or head to Max's Hall of Illusions?
It had been about two weeks since she last visited his shop, due to the bandit subjugation.
The last illusion she had seen.
She recalled the scene of herself, locked in a prison at the bandits' mountain stronghold, panting helplessly as the bandit defiled her in front of his subordinates.
That brute's forceful grip pressing down on her, those merciless acts—it had brought her nothing but despair, of course.
In that illusion, the Goddess of Victory had been reduced to nothing more than a bitch in heat.
- Master...
The faint image lingered of herself in the illusion, acknowledging the bandit as her master.
And just imagining it then.
"Ugh..."
Her body heated up uncontrollably.
No matter how much she comforted herself alone, she couldn't recreate the pleasure she had felt that day.
That was why.
She had hoped for a bandit strong enough to defeat her on Mangor Mountain.
If there had been one...
'I might have lost and relived everything from that illusion.'
Her heart raced at the mere thought.
The old Yuris would have headed to the training grounds to shake off such thoughts.
But Yuris's feet carried her toward Max's cinema.
She simply couldn't endure it any longer.
In front of Max's Hall of Illusions, Yuris helped out the somewhat troubled Max.
A powerless alchemist dared to disrespect an illusion mage like Max.
To possess such incredible talent yet be this weak.
'I can't understand it.'
To her, he was a man full of incomprehensible elements.
Was he hiding his strength?
She knew well that illusion mages couldn't wield physical force.
But that didn't mean illusion magic couldn't harm opponents.
Hadn't she experienced it herself?
The false sensations from illusion magic and the changes they wrought on her body.
She had grown aroused while being trampled by the bandit in the illusion and climaxed as he violated her.
It was a shameful memory, but thanks to it, she knew exactly how formidable Max's power was.
Hadn't he instilled a genuine sense of defeat in her, someone who had never known loss before?
And moreover...
'I could never defeat that bandit in the illusion, no matter what.'
She was the type who could dispatch a mere alchemist like him in an instant.
So why?
'Could it be he doesn't feel the need to bother with opponents?'
Maybe he dismissed them as insignificant because they were too weak.
No matter how much an ant thrashed about, to a human, it was just an ant.
She even considered not interfering.
It might hurt Max's pride.
But waiting idly made Yuris herself too antsy to bear it.
"What's going on?"
Yuris inserted herself between Max and the alchemist.
At her appearance, the alchemist paled and backed away, even paying some compensation.
Perhaps because of that.
"Since you've helped out like this, I'll throw in full service as well."
"Service...?"
"Yes. If you have a desired scenario, you can input it directly. Scene modifications normally cost extra, but since you came to my aid, it's free this time."
Yuris looked at the paper he offered.
It was the same survey form she had filled out before.
The only difference was the new items added below.
"If it's a new scene, does that mean I can start completely fresh?"
"That's right."
She could set up an entirely new scenario?
She had come here thinking of herself being defeated by bandits.
Of course, she knew changing a preset scenario required extra payment.
"I've also added an extra service list at the bottom. Let me know if there's anything you want."
She read the newly added items.
-Illusion magic combined with real massage.
- Please specify the body parts for massage.
-Design your own opponent.
- The more detailed the description, the clearer the character.
-Time extension (standard 3 hours: up to 6 hours)
- Please write desired time. (1-6 hours)
-Check here if you want tentacle neglect play.
"T-Tentacles...? P-People actually request this?"
At her question, Max, who was adjusting the magic circle, replied.
"Ah, that's still an experimental option. Honestly, none of my customers have requested it yet, but tastes vary, so I added it just in case. I don't recommend it though—the realism is lacking."
"I see."
Yuris's questions didn't end there.
"What's a real massage? I knew you touched my body last time too..."
"It'll cover much more intimate areas than before. You'll get far more realistic sensations than the previous massage."
"Ah..."
A more realistic 'defeat' was possible.
'A real defeat...'
Her mouth watered involuntarily.
Swallowing hard, she nodded and checked the massage option.
-Please specify the body parts for massage.
-Breasts, thighs,
Her face flushed beet red as she filled it out.
Swallowing again, she glanced at Max before scribbling in small letters.
-Female genitalia.
She knew Max would see it anyway, but she felt self-conscious.
It was embarrassing.
"It's got way more items than the first survey."
"I added new questions based on inspiration from other customers."
"R-Really?"
Yuris felt an odd pang of regret at the fact that there were new customers besides her.
Why?
He had advertised here and there, so of course there would be others.
It made sense for him to have plenty of customers.
After all.
The illusions here were perfect.
Shaking off the regret, just as she was about to fill out the survey...
"Finished filling it out?"
"Ah, n-no! Not yet... I was just about to start."
"I thought you'd finished since you were asking about the extras."
"Ah, yeah..."
"Is the new scenario another defeat experience?"
At Max's question, Yuris nodded.
"Yes..."
As she slowly filled out the items, she murmured in a crawling whisper.
"I-I'd like it a bit more intense than last time. S-Since the stronger the defeat experience, the better the contrast."
"Understood. Please write it clearly in the requests."
Yuris nodded.
She filled out each question one by one.
The new scene she desired was a defeat on the battlefield.
The process of defeat didn't matter.
The key was that she couldn't resist.
A scenario where she, defeated in war, was ultimately captured by the enemy.
Her heart pounded and her lower body grew wet at the mere imagination.
-Design your own opponent.
- The more detailed the description, the clearer the character.
Yuris imagined the one who would capture her.
Naturally, the first image that came to mind was the bandit who had defiled her initially.
However.
Perhaps because she had realized during the Mangor Mountain subjugation that no matter how strong the bandits grew, they could never defeat her.
'It doesn't excite me...'
No matter how hard she tried to recall the hairy bandit from the illusion, she didn't feel that initial thrill.
As she wrote the bandit's appearance, Yuris crossed it out.
And naturally, her eyes drifted to Max, who was installing the magic circle.
He looked completely absorbed in adjusting it.
Sweat poured down as he tinkered inside the circle, moving mana stones and placing them in key spots.
Drawn by something, she stood and approached Max.
The intensifying scent.
Her nose, sensitive enough to detect the smell of steel on enemy armor on the battlefield, caught a potent aroma.
"Sniff sniff."
Her nostrils twitched, and a thick male sweat scent invaded her olfactory nerves.
The intense male pheromone smell that had stimulated her in the illusion was emanating from Max.
"Lady Yuris? What are you doing?"
"Ah, s-sorry. I just wanted to reference something for a moment."
Yuris fled back to the customer table.
Recalling the scent she had just smelled, she wrote in the list.
-A man with a thick male-specific pheromone scent.
-Something like a subtly sour sweat smell, yet like a perfume that makes the heart race—not a scent that just brushes the nose, but one that deeply pierces the brain.
It was a bit abstract, but Max would understand.
He had fulfilled her wishes perfectly before.
-Will you be okay losing your virginity from this act? (Yes/No)
Yuris looked at the final item.
The question she had answered 'no' to last time.
"...Just hypothetically. What happens if I check yes here?"
After a slight hesitation, Yuris asked Max.
"Then I'll actually spread the customer's pussy wide open."
"...W-With what?"
"A dildo would be such a waste, wouldn't it?"
Yuris instantly understood the implication from Max's words, delivered with a faint smile.
Yuris imagined it.
That huge thing actually entering her.
Her body heated up at the mere imagination.
"I- I see."
But Yuris clung to a thread of rationality and chose 'no' again this time.
She had come here to experience defeat, not to do something like that.
'I'm here to experience defeat. Right. N-Not for intercourse.'
This was just a healthy video.
It was training.
Not lewd acts.
So of course, there was no need to lose her virginity.
-Time extension (standard 3 hours: up to 6 hours)
-Please write desired time. (1-6 hours)
Yuris wrote down her usual 3 hours.
She didn't have the leisure for a full 6.
Having filled out every last item, Yuris handed the survey to Max.
"All done?"
"Y-Yeah. Everything's finished."
Just writing the list had Yuris's heart pounding with anticipation, her lower body growing wet.
If her pants were removed now, her soaked panties would be on full display.
"Then go wash up quickly. I've prepared clothes for you to wear during the illusion video—put those on."
Yuris followed Max's instructions.
Loose-fitting pale purple clothes.
Seeing them, the thought that it was about to begin made her heart race even harder.
Gulp.
Ahh, I want to be defeated soon.
"A battlefield, huh..."
It seemed she had really liked the previous defeat.
Yuris's survey was far more detailed than before.
-Defeated by bandits and captured by them. I'd prefer having no means to resist.
That had been Yuris's first response to me.
And now...
-Battlefield, against the Phillipp Kingdom, once the Empire's greatest enemy. A situation where communication with the enemy fails would heighten the sense of helplessness. How I was defeated doesn't matter, but I'd like to be captured by the enemies. Sacrificing myself to save my subordinates would be good. I want to constantly hear the enemies' mocking laughter during the defeat. It'd be nice if a few existences watched me suffer my pathetic defeat. Make the defeat vivid and explicit.
It was drenched in her desires and wishes.
Extra conditions piled on based on her previous experience.
Who could have guessed Yuris would express her desires so vulgarly?
Seeing her still euphemize rape and sex as 'defeat,' it was clear she wasn't fully honest with her lusts yet, but this was passing grade enough.
"It's all thanks to being an excellent illusion mage."
I gave the magic circle a final check to set up her desired scenario.
Then Yuris emerged from the shower, dressed in the pale purple uniform.
"R-Ready."
I guided the eager-voiced her to the center of the magic circle.
And her 'defeat' began.
It was a familiar tent.
The command tent she used every time she went to battle.
"L-Lady Yuris! Enemy raid!"
The panicked soldier's voice.
Commotion erupted outside.
It's starting.
Yuris steadied her trembling heart as best she could.