Chapter 43
Chapter 43
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 43
Chapter Title: Reliving the Shame
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The first thought that came to Yuris's mind upon hearing Max say he had the illusion footage she'd experienced was a flicker of anger.
Such illusion footage shouldn't still exist.
He had clearly promised to keep customer information confidential.
Why?
He had definitely promised to keep it secret.
She looked at Max.
Max nodded at her words.
"It will absolutely never leak out. I'm the only one who can handle this illusion magic circle."
Yuris knew.
She knew just how sophisticated the magic circle Max handled was.
Even seasoned mages wouldn't dare touch it.
With those words, a sense of relief washed over Yuris, but new thoughts began to flood her mind.
Curiosity about what she had looked like.
The moment that thought crossed her mind, her heart started pounding wildly.
Thump thump.
She wanted to see it.
She was curious.
She wanted to see what expression she'd worn, what shameful display she'd put on.
She wanted to glimpse, even if just a little, the side of herself she could never show to others.
That was why.
That was why she'd followed Max into his shop.
"The magic circle is off for repairs, so this isn't for experiential viewing—it's for spectatorship."
"Spectatorship means..."
"You can just watch it like a movie from a projector. No sensory sharing or becoming the character in the footage."
That was a bit disappointing.
Pure viewing without the experience wouldn't feel the same, for sure.
"No helping it."
"Then I'll start the footage."
Max began fiddling with something behind her.
Thump thump.
Her heart raced.
The fact that she could see her shameful self made her bite her lower lip without realizing it.
Even though it wasn't direct experience, she couldn't contain the excitement bubbling up.
Whirr.
The shop darkened, and footage began playing on the wall in front of her.
Yuris appeared in the footage.
It started from an independent viewpoint, not her own perspective.
"It's not my viewpoint."
"Correct. During viewing, you can use this remote to switch to any angle you want."
When Max pressed a button on the stick in his hand, the viewpoint shifted.
Seeing herself through a third party's eyes felt utterly unfamiliar.
"You can view it from a regular soldier's perspective like this. Or even from the viewpoint of the enemy forces charging in from outside right now."
"Th-that's amazing."
Yuris stared blankly at the footage as the viewpoint kept changing.
"C-could you fast-forward a bit from there?"
"Of course. Where would you like to skip to?"
At Max's question, Yuris chewed her lip and hesitated before answering.
It was just too embarrassing to say it herself.
She wanted to see herself defeated and submitting to the masked man—no, to Max.
But putting it into words was incredibly hard.
"So that's the scene you want."
Max, sensing her intent, manipulated the remote, and the footage fast-forwarded.
And in the sped-up footage...
-You were strong. But you... Goddess of Victory... are not.
The voice of the scarred Max declared victory.
The footage played from the scarred Max's viewpoint.
Yuris watched.
Her on-screen self, struggling even to stand.
I... made that face in front of this man.
Yuris's face held fear, anticipation, excitement—a mix of emotions.
"Ah..."
"Shall I switch viewpoints?"
"N-no."
She wanted to see more.
She wanted to see how she looked from the man—no, her master's—perspective.
How much more depraved she'd been, from a third-party view.
Sniff sniff sniff.
As the scarred Max approached, Yuris wrinkled her nose, inhaling his scent.
She'd thought she'd sniffed discreetly.
'Embarrassing.'
From a third party's eyes, it was clearly the sight of a bitch in heat.
The woman before him was no Goddess of Victory.
She was just a bitch sniffing for male pheromones.
Gulp.
Yuris couldn't tear her eyes from her on-screen self.
"Beautiful."
It should have been shameful, but her on-screen self, her expression slackening to indulge in desire, looked utterly beautiful.
As Yuris stared vacantly at the footage, her hand drifted lower.
Forgetting Max was beside her, Yuris recalled the experience from the illusion.
The scarred Max's demand: choose between prisoner or death.
To survive, Yuris had chosen to become a prisoner.
On-screen Yuris stared piercingly at the man's crotch.
"I was totally a bitch."
Right after, the victory-declaring scarred Max tore her clothes.
Rip!
"Aah."
Nothing could stop Yuris, now fully aroused.
Her hand slipped naturally into her pants.
"Hngh!"
Yuris tormented her squelching pussy with her fingers, her body shuddering.
Ah, I'm already close.
Every time I recall that defeat, I feel like I'll cum.
The half-hearted orgasm from the knights' order made me even more sensitive.
'I want more.'
A little rougher.
When Yuris's fingers plunged into her panties.
She unwittingly hunched over, letting out a beastly groan.
"Urghhh!!!"
That was when.
"I'll leave the remote here."
Max set down the remote and started to stand.
"W-wait..."
Yuris grabbed his wrist with the hand not occupied with masturbation.
"Don't go. Stay here."
"I can't do that. How could I intrude on the Goddess of Victory's private time?"
"C-can't you? Somehow, it'd be better than... alone..."
Yuris eyed Max's fingers.
Thinner than the scarred Max's, but far thicker and firmer than hers.
How good would it feel if those stirred her insides.
For Yuris, pushed to the brink of arousal, shame was no longer a word.
"I want your help."
"Masturbation, you mean?"
Yuris nodded.
"...Normally this would cost extra, but since it's your first time and you're a regular, I'll service you this once for free."
At those words, Yuris bit her lip.
"Th-thanks."
"What should I do for you?"
Max drew closer.
And in that moment, the scent of a male flooded her nose.
Faint, but unmistakable.
The dominator's scent that had aroused her every time in the illusion.
"Aah... C-can you sit beside me?"
"Of course."
As he sat beside her, the scent grew thicker.
Yuris brought her face close to Max.
Sniff sniff.
'Good smell.'
A scent she'd never caught from the knights' men, dizzying her mind.
"Hngh!"
Inhaling it made her fingers move more fiercely.
"Haa, haa."
Rough breaths filled the air.
Yuris looked at Max beside her.
He sat still, simply watching her.
Watching her body masturbating shamelessly before a man, her face, her wetting lower half.
"W-will you just... stay still like this?"
"Haa, haa. T-touch me. Touch my breasts."
"Understood."
Max began unbuttoning her shirt.
Yuris accepted his hands undressing her shirt while fingering herself.
Her eyes never left her on-screen self.
The scarred Max on-screen bared his face, and she was violated by Max, squirting wildly.
"Aah..."
Yuris moved her fingers ceaselessly, watching her past self.
"Good. A bit more..."
Amid that, Max's hands sucking and kneading her breasts felt so good that her shudders intensified.
"Hngh!"
Love juices flowed freely.
In the faint wave of climax, Yuris sensed it.
The thickening male pheromone scent.
She could tell Max was getting aroused too.
Yuris's eyes drifted to Max's lower half.
She saw it bulging and wriggling up and down.
She could guess the hideous thing hidden inside that squirming lower half.
She wanted to open it.
Open that forbidden door and release the devil sealed within.
She knew she shouldn't, but her peak arousal kept urging her on.
Yuris's fingers rested on Max's pants.
Max, who had been caressing her breasts, looked up at her.
"Lady Yuris?"
"I-is it okay?"
She asked in a voice full of shy innocence, like a virgin.
"Do as you wish."
"Th-then..."
Yuris unzipped Max's pants with her right hand, not stopping her masturbation.
Pulling down the zipper pants and heaving panties revealed a massive cock rising like a beastly pillar.
"Wow..."
Yuris fondled the cock with the hand that had removed his pants.
She smeared the precum beading at the tip on her fingers and sniffed it.
Aah.
"So good..."
Just the smell nearly made her cum.
"I'll handle yours too, Lady Yuris."
"M-mhm."
His thick fingers entered her panties.
Yuris didn't refuse his touch.
It was the first time.
The first time in reality, not illusion, permitting another into her panties.
Squelch squelch.
"Hngh!"
Her body heated up.
Her body reacting freely to another's fingers felt so awkward, so arousing.
"Good..."
A sensation utterly different from doing it herself.
The familiar sensation from the illusion.
Entrusting her pussy to Max's hand, gripping his cock with hers, Yuris watched herself being ravaged on-screen.
How slutty her panting self looked.
She wanted to become that on-screen self.
But unlike illusions, Yuris knew better than anyone that a virginity once lost in reality never returned.
So.
Squelch! Squelch!
"Hngh!"
They settled for mutual genital caressing.
"I'm close..."
"Me too."
Yuris turned to look beside her.
Max's face was flushed red, panting like a girl.
An expression like he was about to cum any second.
Why did that frustrated look, unseen in the illusion, seem so cute?
"D-do what you want."
"What I want? Or what you want, Lady Yuris?"
Yuris looked at Max.
His eyes staring back demanded an answer.
Was it a customer's request, or a prisoner's submission to her on-screen master.
How could he maintain that expression when he looked ready to burst.
Innate stamina, maybe?
Men can't hold back ejaculation easily, they say.
Meeting his intense gaze, Yuris stammered.
"Wh-what I want..."
She thought that was the right answer.
And at those words.
"Very well."
Max's expression changed.
Aah, it was correct.
"Open your mouth, you bitch."
In reality, not illusion, Max's degrading words bathed her brain in pleasure.
"Y-yes..."
Yuris reflexively opened her mouth.
She prepared to receive her master's semen, mouth wide.
"Here it comes!"
Yuris's hand moved even faster.
Now focusing on his ejaculation instead, she comforted her own pussy.
Anticipating the holy water from above, into her open mouth.
"Grh!"
Spurt!!
Max ejaculated.
His massive cock throbbed, spewing semen.
Spurt spurt.
Feeling the sticky white fluid fill her mouth, Yuris orgasmed from that horrific scent she loved.
"Swallow."
Obeying the command and gulping down the semen, Yuris...
Shudder.
Trembled in intense orgasm.
A pleasure she'd never felt before.
"Satisfied?"
Max looked down at her and asked.
Yuris nodded reflexively.
"Yes... It was good."
Still lost in the afterglow, Yuris answered not as the knight captain, but as a mere bitch.
It was too good.
Good enough she wanted to feel it forever.
'Fishy... but tasty.'
So this is the taste of real semen.
"Next time, I'll prepare better material."
Yuris nodded.
"P-please do."
She already looked forward to her next visit.