Chapter 37
Chapter 37
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 37
Chapter Title: Captive Goddess's Submission
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Yuris, the Imperial Army, and the Imperial Knight Order were all taken prisoner and led into the enemy camp.
They couldn't even resist.
Yuris had been defeated, stripped of her weapons and armor.
Yuris walked at the front of the prisoners, her leg irons clanking with each step.
The clothes torn by the masked man had been replaced with Philippord-style garments.
She was the only prisoner wearing leg irons on her hands and dressed in Philippord style.
Was it thanks to her sacrifice?
The other prisoners followed behind in a far freer state than expected.
They had merely been disarmed, without a single chain on their hands.
"Lady Yuris..."
"Ah, I'm sorry."
The prisoners followed her, tears in their eyes.
The soldiers had already lost their will to fight.
Even Yuris, the Goddess of Victory, had been defeated.
Yuris bit her lip as she heard the sobbing voices of the soldiers behind her.
'So this is what it means to lose. For me.'
It wasn't just her defeat—it was the Empire's defeat.
If this were reality.
She suppressed her pounding, aching heart in secret and led the way.
Her face flushed red from the thrill of depravity.
"I'll find some route to escape, no matter what."
Jeko, sticking close behind her, whispered to Yuris.
"......"
She couldn't reply and merely nodded.
A slight pang of guilt from his voice sealed her lips.
She hadn't expected the knights to fight alongside her even in the illusion.
Her previous illusions had always featured her alone.
Honestly, she felt sorry.
It felt like she'd dragged them into the illusion to fulfill her own desires, harboring a bit of guilt.
But separately from that, Yuris felt her heart racing faster and faster.
The Empire's enemies would thoroughly ravage her, just like the bandits had.
The sensation of those thick hands gripping her breasts was still vivid.
She had been defeated and humiliated in front of everyone.
It was just fondling her breasts, but even that had her head spinning with excitement.
Yuris swallowed hard.
'If this is just the beginning...'
What situation would come next?
Knowing it was an illusion, anticipation outweighed fear.
The anticipation grew larger the closer they got to the enemy camp.
A masked man watching Yuris being led to the prisoner camp called out to the Philippord soldiers.
"@#$%%@#!$~!@#."
"%^."
In the midst of that, soldiers nodded at the command from what seemed to be their leader, the masked man, grabbed her, and dragged her somewhere.
"C-Captain!"
"You bastards! Let go of the Captain!"
But no.
There's no need to step up.
The knights trying to block the Philippord soldiers dragging her away were beaten by the regular troops.
Thwack! Thud! Bam!
"Argh!"
"S-Stop! I'll go with them. Let those guys go."
Perhaps her will was conveyed despite the language barrier.
At her words, the soldiers stopped their merciless beating.
"I-I'm fine. Take care of yourselves."
"Understood, Captain."
She smiled faintly at her subordinates.
At least that was a relief.
It eased her guilt toward them a little.
Led by the soldiers, Yuris headed to a large tent.
It was a tent unusually massive compared to the others.
"This is..."
At the soldier's gesture urging her inside, she entered the tent without a word.
Inside was a huge bed, of course, and a massive suit of armor hanging there.
Anyone could tell it was that masked man's tent.
No need to look around further.
"A foul smell..."
The entire tent reeked of the masked man's scent.
It was so overpowering it choked her.
A scent so potent that any woman—any female—would go into heat upon smelling it.
"Ah."
Unknowingly, she staggered toward the bed.
The place where the scent's afterglow lingered most strongly.
The bed, where a person spent the most time.
The moment she sat on the blanket, she felt an illusion of the masked man's fragrance enveloping her body.
"I'll be raped here."
By that man.
As she swallowed repeatedly, imagining what would happen next, the sound of the tent flap rustling came.
"I've been waiting."
The masked man's thick voice.
Yuris glared at him silently.
She had been brought here as a (?) sacrifice for her subordinates, but she was still the Goddess of Victory.
'I don't want to look like a weak woman who doesn't resist.'
If it were the bandit who'd dominated her before, maybe.
She didn't want to submit to a stern man.
Of course, the masked man had beaten her, but that was purely because of his scent, not because the man himself was strong.
"Your eyes are still alive."
"......"
"Wife. Must obey husband."
The masked man pointed at Yuris.
"Wife."
Then pointed at himself.
"Husband."
"You think I'll submit to an ignorant Philippord brute?"
"Don't understand. Haven't you already surrendered?"
"That was because you took my subordinates hostage..."
"...Then I'll kill your subordinates?"
"What?"
"Obey my words. Then I'll spare your subordinates. Otherwise. I'll kill them."
Again.
Using her subordinates as hostages again.
"Cowardly man."
He was completely different from the previous bandit.
At least that bandit hadn't stooped to such cowardice.
Regardless, in this situation, she had no choice but to obey.
"Undress."
If she refused the masked man's order, her subordinates would die.
Even knowing it was an illusion, she didn't want them to die, so Yuris undressed herself.
"Lie face down on the bed."
"What?"
"Realize you're a weak bitch. I'll teach you that bitches must be dominated by males."
"......"
Having stripped completely, Yuris lay face down naked on the bed.
And at that moment.
"Mmph!"
The man's scent lingering on the bed flooded deep into her nose.
Her head spun.
It was an intense smell that made her whole body tingle.
Her hands gripping the bedsheet tightened.
"Uuugh..."
Then the masked man mounted her.
The pressure was no joke.
"W-Wait a sec..."
The weight pressing down on her so hard she could barely breathe made her gasp.
"%@#$@$#?"
Not clumsy Imperial tongue, but Philippord language rang in her ears.
Even if she begged him to stop, the masked man showed no intention of moving aside.
"C-Can't... breathe..."
"%#%@^@#."
She felt the masked man's gaze from above as he straddled her back.
Just from him mounting her back, feeling herself subdued, Yuris began to feel helpless.
Why, why is this happening?
We were evenly matched in the fight.
Why... can't I resist now?
She struggled, but couldn't escape the man's weight.
Had he felt it was enough?
Or did he think she'd suffocate if he pressed harder?
The masked man rose from his position again, and his fingers strongly pressed her buttocks and nape.
"Hnngh!"
As he kneaded her sensitive buttocks where all her nerves were concentrated, her blocked breath suddenly released.
She moaned and buried her face in the bed, gasping for air.
The overpowering male scent from the bed.
The sensation of the smell raping her brain made her dizzy.
"Aaah, s-stop..."
"Haven't even started."
The masked man's calm words sounded distant.
Closer than that.
"Hnngh!"
She felt his hands kneading her body.
He tickled her buttocks with his fingers, then slipped his hand between her thighs.
"N-Not there... Hnng!"
Her body tensed at the sensation of his fingers entering her secret place.
Her toes curled, her legs kicked wildly.
Her hands gripped the bedsheet so hard it wrinkled the bed.
"You're wet. Means the woman's aroused."
"N-Nooo..."
Her mouth, loosened by sudden pleasure, couldn't form proper words.
"Isn't that right? Then I'll do more."
"Wha...?"
The masked man's fingers now began sliding upward from her buttocks.
His thick fingers traced up her waistline.
Her body shuddered at the chilling sensation.
Realizing she could no longer resist, Yuris panted, feeling the rising excitement.
"Haa, haa. Uuung..."
No more words of refusal came from her mouth.
It was violent torment in a different sense from the previous brutal torture.
While robbing her physical freedom with his body, the masked man crumbling her will to resist with pleasure slowly ravished her body.
His fingers slyly climbed her ribs and groped her massive breasts pressed into the bed.
"Aaang...♥."
A lewd moan burst from her lips.
A sound she couldn't believe came from herself.
The sound of a bitch tamed by the scent and the male fingers kneading her female body.
"D-Don't... stop..."
It felt too good.
Even without touching her nipples, just fondling her breasts and areolae choked her breath.
Too good.
To the point her mind might shatter.
Her whimpering voice, like a tantrum, coquettishly begged like a whore goddess.
She wanted more.
She craved it harder.
Not just kneading her areolae with those thick hands, but pinching her erect nipples.
Drunk on the scent, Yuris lifted her head to look at the masked man massaging her body both gently and cruelly.
His eyes were asking.
-How far should I go?
-If you want it, say it. Admit you're just a bitch.
-Break that haughty attitude from moments ago and submit to me.
-Worship your husband.
So to speak.
It was a proposal she shouldn't accept.
Her reason told her to stop here.
"Uugh... Haaah!"
But even now, her body jolting like struck by electricity craved stronger pleasure.
"T-Touch... me."
In the battle between reason and desire, desire won.
"Imperial tongue. Don't know. Say it in detail."
The masked man's smiling eyes demanded even more humiliating lines.
The victorious male demanding the defeated bitch fawn even more.
"T-Touch me. Grip my stiff nipples hard. I'm gonna cum, please..."
Yuris pleaded with saliva-dripping mouth.
At her declaration of defeat spoken aloud again, the masked man smiled.
"Good girl. That's a proper bitch."
Praise came with the gift.
The masked man's fingers twisted her nipples hard.
"Hgrrrgh!!!"
Pleasure starting from her breasts raced up her spine and struck her brain.
"G-Gonna... cuuum!!!"
Pshhhht!
Her pussy, untouched, squirted wildly.
"Feels... so gooood..."
In her awkward prone position, she writhed in pleasure like needles stabbing her brain.
Meanwhile, her body was once again steeped in the man's pheromone-laden scent.
"Massage done. You've admitted you're a bitch. Now serve the male."
At the masked man's command, Yuris came to her senses, nodded, and crawled to him on all fours.
With trembling hands, she undressed the masked man.
Swish.
Removing the Philippord-style casual robe revealed a muscular body covered in scars.
A sturdy body that subdued bitches and cowed other males, riddled with rough scars.
Just seeing it choked her breath.
Her body admired the most masculine form.
If embraced by that body, she'd suffocate just like before.
She now understood why she hadn't resisted when pinned beneath him.
His body itself was a weapon.
And the male organ hanging below that sturdy body.
"Wow..."
Its size matched that massive frame.
And from there.
The vicious scent that dominated and trampled her wafted out.
Her legs gave way, and Yuris unknowingly knelt before the man, closing her eyes to savor the smell.
Ah.
This was the scent.
The scent of her dominating Master.
At that moment, like with the bandit's similar scent, she closed her eyes and kissed the tip of his cock.
Smack.
The fishy taste of pre-cum and the hot sensation of the cock touched her lips.
"Master..."
Yuris looked up at the masked man, worshiping his cock like a god.
"Good girl."
The masked man stroked her head with his large hand.
"I'll show my wife her dominator's face."
With those words, he removed his mask.
"Huh?"
It was a familiar face.
A bit rougher than she remembered, covered here and there in scars, but definitely a face she knew.
'The illusion mage...?'
It was that mage's face.
Suddenly, she realized she hadn't specified his appearance.
-You didn't write anything about appearance, Lady Yuris, so the face of the person you think most fitting for this illusion will appear. Enjoy.
What she wanted was a man who could dominate her.
And one whose overpowering scent aroused women.
The most fitting image left in her mind was that illusion mage?
"Scars. Might be ugly. But don't be surprised."
"I-It's not that..."
"You'll get used to it soon."
Finishing his words, scar-covered Max gripped her head.
Before Yuris could say anything.
"Glurgh!!!"
Scarred Max shoved his cock into her mouth and pulled.
The sensation of her throat being forced wide open by the cock was all too vivid.
As if truly being raped.
"Glurk! Glurk! Gllrrp!"
Her head spun from the massive cock raping her throat.
'Ah, gonna cum.'
Yuris's hands, throat being ravaged, instinctively reached below.