Chapter 39
Chapter 39
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 39
Chapter Title: The Goddess's Total Surrender
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Yuris was still reeling from the shock that the illusion hadn't ended when Scarred Max practically dragged her to her feet.
"Let's go."
"Like... like this?"
She glanced down at her outfit as she asked.
She was wearing traditional women's garb from the Philippod Kingdom.
It was a flimsy, diaphanous robe that Philippod women typically wore.
The problem was that this one clung far more revealingly to her curves than any other Philippod style she'd seen, made from such thin fabric that the outline of her body was faintly visible.
"Don't you like it?"
"O-Of course I don't. How could I go out in something this shameless..."
"Sorry. Until you return to your homeland, this is the only thing you can wear."
"What?"
"You're a prisoner before you're my wife. This is what female prisoners wear."
"Female prisoners wear this?"
She'd never heard of such a thing.
She knew better, having visited the kingdom multiple times during wars and peace treaties.
It was an outrageous lie.
Just a humiliating outfit meant to degrade her.
But her resistance was futile.
"Let's go. We're short on time."
Scarred Max roughly seized her arm, yanking her up and dragging her along.
She found herself outside his tent.
"@#%@%$!!"
"%#$%#@$%."
Outside, countless Philippod soldiers were looting spoils of war.
The moment they spotted Scarred Max and Yuris, they bowed their heads.
As if they weren't allowed to even look at Max or her, they kept their heads down until they passed.
"This is..."
"Because you're my wife."
"Huh?"
"No one dares ogle the commander's wife."
"..."
"The Philippod people submit to their commander. They won't lust after you."
Scarred Max, half a step ahead, glanced down at her and asked,
"But what about your subordinates?"
"What?"
"Won't they lust after your body?"
"Are you joking right n—"
"Don't you want a touching reunion with your men?"
How am I supposed to face them like this?
Anyone would see it as submission to Philippod.
The garment was so lewd that even a slight rough movement would dishevel the neckline, exposing not just her breasts but even her areolas.
It was so thin that the shapes of her breasts, thighs, and hips were visible.
No one could call her the Goddess of Victory in this.
"...I don't want to go right now."
"Then they die."
"You!"
"A husband's word is absolute. A wife must obey. Refusal means death. Resistance means death."
She burned with anger at him using her comrades as hostages again.
But there was nothing she could do.
"Fine."
Yuris headed to the POW camp with Max.
There, she saw her subordinate knights imprisoned behind wooden fences.
Shackles bound their arms and legs.
At least they seemed to have judged the knights needed restraining.
"Captain!"
The knights, locked in cages with hollow eyes, jumped to their feet the moment they saw her.
"Captain, are you oka—"
"Captain Yuris..."
Their eyes turned to Yuris.
Some of the knights who saw her in the provocative Philippod women's attire gaped in shock. Others blushed, while a few gritted their teeth and looked away.
"I'm... sorry. Because of me..."
"No, Captain. It's not your fault. We were just too weak. We relied on you too much."
Vice-Captain Jeko consoled her.
"Jeko."
"Just hold on a little longer. The negotiation team will surely..."
At that moment, Max pressed close to Yuris's side, cutting Jeko off.
"Wrong. This woman is now my wife."
His hand clamped down hard on Yuris's ass.
Yuris couldn't react to the groping hand.
She could only blush and bow her head.
-Resist, and they die.
Max's words echoed in her mind.
"Captain..."
"Look. This woman can no longer refuse my touch."
The hand groping her ass slipped inside the robe.
Yuris couldn't resist the invasive touch.
Then the hand slid upward, seizing her breast.
"Captain!"
"Please..."
The knights gazed at her pleadingly, as if urging her to resist and slap his hand away right now.
The intense humiliation made her head spin.
I can't break like this.
She bit her lip and twisted her body in futile resistance.
"Let... go..."
There was no trace of her former spirit in Yuris's protesting voice.
Perhaps displeased by that, Max leaned to her ear and whispered,
"Resistance means death. Forgot?"
"Ngh..."
In the end, she dropped the hand trying to shield her breast.
"Hnng..."
She could only moan as he pinched her nipple and squeezed her breast hard.
"Captain..."
"Is... is it really all over...?"
The knights stared at Yuris with dazed expressions.
Some looked disappointed.
Others despaired at her broken form.
One muttered contemptuously that she was selling her body to save only herself.
"See? The ones who just had hope in you, now that it's shattered, they're looking at you with disappointment."
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
Sorry for being such an incompetent captain.
Sorry for being too weak to protect you.
Sorry for failing to be the Goddess of Victory.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
Satisfied with Yuris's bowed head, Max withdrew the hand from her breast.
But he didn't fix her disheveled clothes.
With the neckline askew, her breast was exposed, her areola peeking out subtly. The male knights' gazes converged there.
"Now they even lust after the Goddess of Victory. You're no goddess to them anymore—just a bitch in heat. If you were truly the Goddess of Victory, they couldn't look at you like that, right?"
"..."
Yuris didn't respond.
It was more accurate to say she had no strength to.
The fear that speaking up might get her men killed consumed her mind.
Satisfied, Max wrapped an arm around her waist.
"You're ripe enough. Let's go back."
Yuris let herself be led away without resistance.
"Captain!"
Then, the one knight still with fire in his eyes, Jeko, called out to her.
"Just hold on a bit longer. We'll come rescue you."
Yuris turned to Jeko with a sad smile.
"Sorry... I'll try."
So you won't die.
By the time they returned to the tent with Max, night had fallen.
She had no mental space to feel the incongruity.
The bright light vanished, darkness settled, and only candlelight illuminated the tent.
"What are you thinking?"
"How to kill you."
"Hah, that's a funny joke."
Max laughed as he approached her.
He snatched her wrist and guided her hand to his throat.
"Do it if you can."
"...What?"
"You won't. You know your men die the moment I do. Kill me, and you'd be the only survivor."
"Even if I don't kill you..."
"No. If you don't kill me, I won't kill your men either. We'll use them as laborers for our clan."
"What?"
"Why kill my wife's subordinates? We help each other."
Yuris gripped his throat with trembling hands.
Just squeeze, and it's over.
It's just an illusion anyway.
An enemy that exists only in the illusion.
Even if her men die, it's all illusion.
Just squeeze.
If I just squeeze, it'll end.
'Why can't I apply strength?'
Yuris couldn't do anything.
She just stared at Max with trembling eyes.
"Your body already accepts me as husband and master. So accept it."
"..."
Max's hand invaded her clothes.
The body of the Goddess of Victory, who wouldn't yield easily, was defiled and ravished by the man before her.
Each time his touch reached her.
"Hnng! Hngh!"
Lewd cries escaped Yuris's lips.
Her body, already developed countless times by this man, accepted his touch all too easily.
"W-Wait, not there..."
When Max's fingers touched her pussy, Yuris spread her legs herself, shaking her hips to make the caress more comfortable.
Why am I feeling it so easily? It wasn't this intense before.
It was the moment Max's words about her body submitting felt real.
Only her will resisted this man.
"Haa, haa."
No.
I can't.
I mustn't accept it.
Lying on the bed with legs spread, Yuris looked up at Max, who exuded a thick pheromonal scent.
His sturdy, imposing build.
His throbbing cock.
The fingers caressing her body.
The cold, stoic gaze looking down at her.
It was the image of the master she'd always longed for.
The ideal husband she'd dreamed of, if she ever married.
If only she could submit to this man, victory be damned.
"...Hold me."
"Good girl."
She could discard it all.
In the tent remained not the Goddess of Victory, but a bitch begging with legs spread.
Yuris had broken.
She now realized she was no Goddess of Victory.
Just...
"Aahn! Haaahn! Yes! So deep!"
A bitch screaming in ecstasy as cock pounded her.
She changed positions, getting on all fours like a cat, sticking out her ass and flirting lewdly with Max.
Max smirked at her shaking hips and thrust his cock in.
"Hnngh!"
She thought her bestial posture, shaking her huge tits as she got railed, was utterly vulgar.
"Ooh! Yes! Love it when you stab there!"
Hot cock feels so good.
Love getting pounded.
"Glugh!"
A thick finger entered her mouth.
She sucked and licked it like a kiss, tongue wrapping around the finger invading her mouth.
Light orgasms kept rising, making her head spin.
"Nghhh!!"
As her mind floated dizzily,
Waaaaah!
Noise erupted outside.
Like an enemy raid.
Screams and shouts reached her beyond the orgasm.
In her blurry vision.
"Captain Yuris!"
Jeko burst in, pushing aside the tent flap.
He was in ragged clothes, gripping an imperial sword.
"Ca... ptain?"
He stood frozen, stunned at the sight of her getting pounded like a beast by Max.
"See? Didn't your prince come to save you?"
"Hngh! Hnng! J-Jeko... Hnngh!!!"
"Captain..."
"Don't... look..."
Pssshhh!
Her orgasming pussy squirted like a fountain, soaking the bed.
Ahh, no.
Didn't want to cum in front of a comrade.
My body won't listen.
Slap!
"Hng!"
Max spanked her ass, making her body shudder and squirt again.
Her greedy pussy drooled with fluids.
Max lifted her upper body by the finger in her mouth, grinning wickedly at Jeko.
"Oh dear, you're a bit late. Yes, your Goddess of Victory has declared herself my wife."
"S-Sor... ry. Heo."
His finger garbled even her apology.
"Captain..."
The light faded from Jeko's eyes, the last to hold any fight.
Her heart raced faster than ever at the sight.
Adultery and guilt.
Excitement and climax.
The impulsive urge to shatter everything upon defeat.
A whirlwind of emotions.
Crack. Crack.
Something inside her mind shattered.
The pleasure of that breakage pierced her brain.
As if sensing it, Max's finger in her mouth moved.
"Hnngh! Ho, h-how! Al, always! Hnggggh!!!"
Yuris bit down on Max's finger, climaxing again.
An orgasm she'd never felt before.
In her blurring vision, Yuris last saw Jeko set down his sword and grit his teeth.
Even knowing it was an illusion, guilt overwhelmed her.
Jeko, sorry.
And that was the end.
"Are you satisfied?"
Yuris looked up at Max speaking to her.
He wore a bright smile.
Like when she'd been obedient earlier, he was smiling.
Did I do well, Master?
And she saw it.
The wound on Max's finger from her bite.
As if entranced, Yuris sucked his finger into her mouth.
"Master's finger is delicious."
"Lady Yuris?"
Her mind, finally crossing the boundary between illusion and reality, plunged back into the depths of unconsciousness.
Even as she fainted, Yuris lightly orgasmed from Max's musky scent.
The best.
Truly the best experience.