Chapter 38
Chapter 38
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 38
Chapter Title: Ravishing the Goddess's Throat
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“Guhhk! Hnggh!”
I watched Yuris rubbing her own pussy while my cock was stuffed in her mouth—no, while she had her throat wide open, accepting it deep inside.
[Yuris's Desire: Wants to be used even more intensely. Desires to be pushed further.]
[Subconscious Desire: Ravish my throat with a huge cock.]
In the illusion, Yuris had been captured by the Philippord warriors and subjected to all sorts of caresses by Log.
I'd already figured out from previous videos that Yuris reacted to my scent and sank even deeper into the illusion.
No wonder I'd made a special blanket just for her.
I laid the blanket over the bed installed in the Illusion Magic Circle and had Yuris lie face-down on it.
I blended real and illusory sensations just right to draw her deeper into my scent, plunging her into a swamp of pleasure.
And when Yuris, mistaking me for a Philippord warrior, stripped off my clothes, I felt her lust swell even greater.
A muscular man covered in scars.
Her tastes are pretty wild.
It meant she was into savage, beastly men brimming with wild allure.
I didn't know if her tastes had shifted from memories of being ravished by bandits or if it was her original preference, but it sure wasn't befitting the Goddess of Victory.
I'd trained my body decently myself, but not to this ripped level.
And just as I was admiring my illusory form for a moment...
Yuris's desire materialized right before my eyes.
Unlike Helen, who hadn't fully awakened to her own desires, Yuris already understood hers and would sometimes convey her will to me like this.
It wasn't really her sending it.
Strictly speaking, the magic circle analyzed her desires and suggested them to me.
This was its way of offering me choices.
Whether I'd go with the desires the magic circle presented, or guide her in my own way.
Helen unfortunately didn't know her desires clearly, so it had all been up to my choices and judgment.
'Fortunately, it worked out.'
Anyway, here I had to make a choice.
Whether to act on Yuris's subconscious desire, or tease her a bit more.
But still.
Smack.
“Master...”
Seeing Yuris in reality kneeling before me and kissing the tip of my glans solidified my resolve.
This woman wanted it.
She wanted her Master—my cock—to ravage her.
I couldn't fuck her pussy directly in reality, so she wanted me to open up her throat.
I thrust my cock deep into her mouth-pussy.
Her throat clenched, stimulating the glans.
It was pure destructive pleasure.
Watching Yuris grind her lower body against itself made my cock even harder.
Plung! Plung! Plung!
“Guhhk! Blub-blub-guhhk! Krghhk!”
Every time I rammed my cock into her throat, air escaped with wet plung sounds.
Was it because her throat was being fucked?
Thick, foamy drool poured from Yuris's mouth.
The urge to cum rose, and with my cock buried deep in her throat, I shot my load straight down into her stomach without pulling out.
Spurt! Spurt!
Yuris, who'd slammed her forehead against my lower belly, looked up at me.
Her eyes, gazing at the distorted illusion through the magic, were half-lidded and unfocused.
She flailed, scratching at my thighs with her hands.
Her nails drew blood, but I endured.
A muscular dominator like the one she craved wouldn't care about this much pain.
I stroked her head after she endured the throat-pie to the end and took every drop.
“Good girl.”
Her face flushed even redder at my single word of praise.
Since the ideal man she desired was petting and praising her, she couldn't help but get more aroused.
After petting her head, I pulled out my cock and finally tore my gaze from Yuris.
Turning my head, I looked at my form reflected in the magic circle.
'Huh?'
Wait a second.
My face again?
The illusory me in the magic circle was ripped with muscle, with the Philippords' signature black hair and black eyes.
In Helen's illusion, I'd appeared as a glasses-wearing teacher, but now my face was on a Philippord warrior?
Scars dotted my face here and there, giving off a feral vibe.
Of course, it differed from the real me.
Black hair and scars.
'Why my face again?'
I could guess the reason for Helen's.
The subject was illusion magic, and the teacher role.
Plenty of elements to evoke me.
But Yuris? Nothing like that.
'Ah.'
There was one thing.
My scent.
Hadn't Yuris always gotten aroused by my scent in the illusions so far?
She was so sensitive to it that the illusion would break if I shoved in a dildo.
'Did Yuris realize this was my scent?'
Suddenly, I recalled her first visit, when she'd eyed my pants.
Soaked with precum—not endurance juice.
If she'd smelled it then...
Her subconscious probably matched the scent in the illusion to my face.
'No backing out now that it's come to this.'
Hard to call it my fault.
Besides, I didn't craft my own face.
Yuris's imagination did.
And since it was all in the illusion, she wouldn't connect it to reality.
Becoming the object of her lust felt a bit strange, but satisfying the customer was my job.
'Give it my all.'
After praising Yuris, I lifted her body.
“On to the next.”
His scent filled her mouth.
The hot semen inside her felt like its fragrance was spreading through her entire body with every breath.
Just breathing in the male musk made Yuris feel her place.
A helpless bitch who couldn't do a thing.
A semen dump, shot into like trash in a bin and discarded.
That was her position now.
Happy at a single word from the enemy: Good girl...
'A helpless woman.'
Scarred Max lifted her body.
His muscles rippled as he effortlessly hoisted her.
No strain at all.
Something the real mage Max could never do—it made her feel how this world was definitely an illusion.
“Look. Your woman is waiting to be fucked.”
Scarred Max spoke as he lifted her with her legs spread wide.
She didn't need a mirror to know.
How she looked in his arms.
Naked, pussy juices drooling, legs splayed to shamelessly expose her most embarrassing spot.
Held by scarred Max, she couldn't move a muscle.
Her spread pussy twitched, leaking fluids nonstop.
'Who'd think this is the Goddess of Victory?'
Yuris looked down at herself.
Her erect cock tapping at her womanhood.
It was too massive to call a male organ.
A club—maybe even a weapon—thwacking her pussy.
'If that goes inside...'
Ahh, just thinking about it sent shivers through her.
“Lower your hips yourself.”
“N-No...”
Her refusal was the last shred of Yuris's pride.
Lowering her own hips?
That'd make her no better than a slut begging for pleasure.
Her final pride blocked that.
As she refused, she watched the thick cock leaking precum throb.
If that entered, it'd pound her senseless.
Yuris's eyes stayed glued there.
“'No'? Does a bitch dare resist a stud?”
“I'm Yuris. The Goddess of Victory...”
She felt how shameful it was to invoke victory when she'd already lost.
“Victory? That goddess has already submitted to me. Doesn't that make me the God of Victory?”
“...”
She couldn't deny it.
“The chains of 'Goddess of Victory' keep you from freedom. Then your Master will break them for you.”
“What?”
Scarred Max growled down at her, still holding her bound.
“Lower your hips yourself. Or I'll kill your subordinates one by one.”
“You coward...”
“I'm granting mercy. Sparing them is great mercy. Choose.”
Taking comrades hostage.
Enraged by his vicious words, Yuris gritted her teeth and glared at scarred Max.
How could he hold war prisoners hostage?
If he did that...
'I have no choice.'
No options.
Killing comrades to save face? Yuris couldn't do it.
Then sacrificing herself for their lives—wasn't that right?
She'd sacrificed once already.
Declared she'd become his wife before her comrades, and actually became it.
Now, losing her virginity herself.
'It's just an illusory virginity anyway.'
Not the real thing.
I don't lose it.
The me in this illusion just 'fakes' losing it.
The real me doesn't.
“You coward...”
“Don't want to?”
After hesitating, she shook her head.
“No. I-I'll do it...”
A faint anticipation crept into Yuris's voice unnoticed even by her.
She lowered her hips.
She shook her ass to align so the up-and-down throbbing cock aimed right at her pussy.
Just as her pussy spread to take it in, scarred Max's massive cock twitched, slapping her labia and clit.
“Hnggh!”
“Aroused?”
“N-No. I wouldn't get excited over this humiliating...”
Another fierce throb from the cock.
“Hnggh!”
Pussy juice splattered, hitting her face.
“Hah, hah.”
The pungent scent.
Different from scarred Max's male musk—the scent of a bitch in heat.
“Hurry and lower. My erection might go soft.”
“O-Okay.”
Her pussy properly engulfed the cock.
'Good.'
As her pussy stretched with a moan...
“Good girl.”
Scarred Max shook his hips and lowered her waist a bit.
Shluck!
“Hnggaaah!!!”
The cock skewered her like a spit, expanding her vaginal walls.
Her womb crushed by the violent pressure, her lower belly burned hot.
Breath caught, head thrown back.
Leaning against scarred Max's firm muscles, she looked up to see the savage Max sneering down.
He smirked mockingly.
His eyes looked down as if he'd fully conquered her.
Pinned by that gaze, Yuris couldn't move.
His face drew near.
She knew what it meant.
Her upper mouth gaped like her lower, accepting Max's tongue.
A sticky, dense kiss.
Filled above and below with Max, Yuris panted.
“Oohhgoook♥!!”
A vulgar scream—not a moan or cry—burst from her mouth.
She doubted it was her own: a beastly howl so cheap.
“Ngooh♥! G-Gonna cum!!”
Panting, leaking fluids nonstop from mouth, eyes, and pussy, Yuris felt her vision sparkle.
Deep burning from her lower belly.
It's coming.
Gonna cum.
This one's gonna be huge.
“S-Stop! P-Please stop... Hnggaaah!!”
She begged Max, but he mercilessly shook his hips.
“Huff! Huff!”
He too was a beast pouring out his lust.
Beasts mating.
Ignoring her voice completely, he kept pounding.
“Nguuuh!!!”
From toes to fingertips, Yuris tensed her whole body, savoring climax.
She felt the cock inside her pulsing.
Even hot fluid pouring in.
Ahhh.
Now that she'd cum, it'd end.
Yuris thought that as her consciousness faded.
However.
“Huh...?”
Opening her eyes again, Yuris realized she was still in the tent.
“Awake?”
“W-What's this...?”
“You came so noisily, so I had your body cleaned.”
“No, not that.”
“Come. I'll let you meet your subordinates.”
Yuris rose, following Max, her face blank.
Why... wouldn't it end?