Chapter 47
Chapter 47
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 47
Chapter Title: Choosing the Collar
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"Good morning, miss."
"Good morning."
"Uh, y-yeah... R-Right...."
Helen awkwardly smiled and returned the greetings from the maids passing through the corridor.
Her lips quivered as her trembling hands managed the greetings.
Normally, she would have received her subordinates' greetings with a more perfect posture, but right now, Helen didn't have the mental capacity for that.
Vrrr!
"Hnngh!"
It was because of the rotor perfectly positioned against her clit.
Every time it buzzed intensely, her hypersensitive body—now leaking moans through gritted teeth—struggled just to stand still.
Her face flushed bright red, and her breathing grew ragged.
She glared at Max, but he merely whispered in a cold voice.
"This is just preliminary training to awaken the mind of a failing student. If it's too difficult to endure, say the word."
"D-Don't... get cocky...."
A spark of defiance ignited in her.
She was determined to endure it, no matter what.
*You think something like this will break me?*
"Miss, are you alright?"
One of the maids noticed and approached her.
"I-I'm fine, don't worry about it."
"But your face is so red, miss."
Vrrr!
"Hnng!"
Helen shot a glare at the innocent-looking maid who approached without knowing her condition.
If the maids found out right now that there was a rotor under her panties...
*-Heard Lady Helen did something indecent not long ago?*
*-They say she wore a rotor right in front of her professor.*
*-Rumor is she enjoys that kind of thing.*
*-So the time she was trembling while greeting us... that was...*
Word would definitely spread among the maids.
The false rumor that Helen Silvesta was a pervert who enjoyed public masturbation.
"G-Go... away...."
As Helen tried to ward off the maid in a trembling voice...
"Do not approach Lady Silvesta any further."
Max blocked the maid.
"Pardon? But..."
"Lady Silvesta is currently in supplementary class. During lessons, we do not accept help from anyone else."
"Oh."
The maid looked at Helen with a startled expression.
"If you interfere with an Imperial Academy class, Lady Helen Silvesta will be held back. And that would be blamed on the family for failing to properly manage its maids."
The maid's face paled at Max's words.
"I-I'm sorry! I shouldn't have meddled so boldly...."
She bowed her head and retreated in quick, hurried steps.
Max, who had watched the scene, approached her.
"This is the last time the professor will intervene. From now on, overcome it on your own. If you can't even control your family's servants, isn't it too reckless a dream to lead the entire family as its head?"
"You..."
"Addressing your professor as 'you'? That's a deduction in manners."
Max straightened his suit once more and patted her back.
"Eek!"
"Lead the way. We need to get to your room, don't we?"
Her body, hypersensitized, jolted like electricity from even that light touch.
With every step, the prickling sensations made her body shudder.
Occasional orgasms left her unable to walk properly, leaning against the wall to gasp for breath.
"This must be the professor who was coming today. Good day."
The head maid, who had approached unnoticed, greeted the bespectacled Max warmly.
She oversaw all the maids in the estate and handled the family's internal affairs alongside the butler—an important figure in the household.
"I'm Max. Pleased to meet you."
She glanced at Helen, who was breathing heavily, then asked Max.
"The miss is in supplementary class, I see."
"Correct. A crucial time. We nearly had it all ruined by interference from a family maid."
"I'm sorry. I'll make sure to warn them."
"H-Head maid...."
Helen looked at the head maid pleadingly.
"I'm sorry, miss. There's nothing I can do for you."
"Aah...."
She spoke as if she knew exactly what state Helen was in right now.
That realization filled Helen with intense shame.
*What kind of disgrace is this in front of the servants?*
"Hnngh!"
Helen lifted her head.
From that moment, the gazes of the passing maids and servants felt different from before.
*-A pervert whimpering from just one rotor.*
*-A slut so aroused she can't even navigate her own home properly.*
*-Dribbling love juices sloppily between her thighs.*
*-No way someone like that could become family head.*
The gazes felt like voices stabbing into her ears.
Driven to the edge by the illusory voices condemning her, Helen couldn't bear it and clenched her thighs together.
Then, the rotor that had been stimulating only her clit now buzzed against her entire groin—no, her whole pussy—from the squeezed thighs.
"Hnnggggh!"
She tried desperately to spread her legs, but the tension wouldn't release easily.
The thighs clenched to endure now delivered an even greater wave of pleasure.
Max's voice reached the ears of the shuddering Helen.
"Don't worry. They don't know what's under Lady Helen's skirt. Not even the head maid."
"They don't... know?"
"Of course. Imperial Academy teaching methods are known only to the participant. So relax. The only one who knows you're a pervert climaxing and whimpering from a rotor in the hallway... is me."
But Max's words brought no relief.
The shame already swelling inside her, the imagination already ignited, only pushed her further toward climax.
*-Perverted slut.*
*-Not even a proper noble lady.*
*-Look at her now. Going into heat right in front of her teacher.*
*-How could someone like that be a Silvesta?*
*-Shameful.*
Her delusions stretched endlessly.
"T-Teacher, p-please stop for a moment...."
"No. The rotor won't stop until we reach your room. Rules are rules."
"J-Just for a sec... Hnng!"
Her thighs grew wet.
The love juices overflowing her panties trickled down her thighs.
The sensation was so vivid she could feel exactly how far they flowed.
"Ungh...."
Helen gritted her teeth and walked.
Holding back the imminent climax, she headed toward the door of her room visible ahead.
Max walked calmly half a step behind her.
"Good. Keep walking like that. While maintaining a noble's dignity."
Helen knew.
Her awkward posture wasn't the refined dignity expected of nobility.
Yet Max endlessly praised the current Helen as the epitome of noble dignity.
Helen glanced at her reflection in the window.
Her face was flushed deep red, sweat pouring like rain, drool leaking from her gritted teeth.
Her clothes were disheveled, her gaze unfocused.
It was too vulgar for any noble.
"The current Lady Helen is utterly beautiful."
At Max's words, she somehow felt that appearance shining.
*Beautiful.*
*Vulgar, but...*
*More beautiful than anything she'd ever seen.*
"Let's hurry. The destination is close."
At Max's urging, Helen opened the door with trembling hands.
*Click.*
Opening the door revealed her familiar bedroom.
"You've done well."
As Helen opened the bedroom door, Max finally stopped the rotor that had tormented her.
With the maddening pleasure ceasing, a gentle peace settled in.
Helen sighed in relief, but inwardly felt a pang of regret.
*'Just a bit more and I could've cum.'*
*If it had thrust deeper inside while stimulating... I could've cum properly.*
*Not enough.*
*Just a little more...*
"You've set a fine example for your servants, Lady Helen. There were a few slips, of course, but they'll think the current lady is even more beautiful."
Exhausted, Helen caught her breath and asked.
"You think... the current me is beautiful...?"
"Nothing is more beautiful than a bitch honest with her desires."
Max approached as he closed the door.
"Look at yourself now, Lady Helen. You've accomplished with perfection what other nobles fear to even attempt. You've faced your desires and overcome them. Who could be more beautiful than that?"
Normally, she would have dismissed it as sophistry.
But now, with her mind floating from the prolonged pleasure...
She nodded, finding an odd persuasiveness in Max's words.
*Strange talk, but this is an illusion, so...*
*It can happen.*
Once she accepted that, the floating, cloud-like sensation wasn't half bad.
It felt just like being cradled in her mother's arms as a very young child.
"Seems you've grasped a little. Good thing the first supplementary lesson took hold."
Finishing his words, Max approached her.
"Now, time to retrieve the tool used for the lesson."
Helen instinctively pulled away from Max's hand reaching for the rotor inside her panties.
"Lady Helen, what are you doing?"
Seeing Max's furrowed brow and gaze upon her, Helen smiled unwittingly.
*That gaze.*
*The one looking down on me.*
*The one that finds me displeasing.*
*Seeing that makes my head spin, thoughts evaporate.*
"I-I didn't listen to teacher, so I need... p-punishment."
"Sigh, trying to deduct your own points like this?"
"You're the one trying to end it...."
"Seems Lady Helen doesn't fully grasp the situation. I'm not here to satisfy you. I'm here to make you a proper Imperial Academy graduate."
*You think giving me this humiliation makes sense for creating a proper graduate?*
The retort rose to her throat but died there.
She belatedly realized it made sense in this illusion.
*Where the rules of reality are subtly twisted.*
"So... no punishment?"
Helen anticipated.
Imagining the bespectacled Max angrily spanking her for her defiance.
But the response was slightly different.
"Punishment...? You truly wish to receive punishment?"
Helen nodded at Max's question.
It was embarrassing, but since entering this illusion, she'd been anticipating what punishments might await.
"First student I've seen eager for punishment. But since you insist, as your teacher, I must set an example."
Finishing his words, Max pulled something from his bag.
It was a red leather strap emblazoned with the Imperial Academy crest. Like a belt, it had a long matching leash attached.
"A collar. You've seen them before. A tool used to train disobedient servants."
"......"
She'd learned about it in history class.
Fifty years ago, collars were used to control servants who wouldn't obey.
But deemed inefficient and prone to breeding resentment, collar training had fallen out of use.
These days, collars were used for...
*'Only sexual reasons, from what I know...*
*He's not planning to put that on me now, is he?*
Helen questioned Max with her eyes.
Meeting her gaze, Max nodded.
"You've figured it out."
"Y-You're really going to put it on my neck?"
"Yes. A simple spanking didn't seem like punishment enough for you."
Staring at the collar, Helen imagined herself wearing it.
Choking herself with the collar, shedding all the authority of Silvesta.
Obeying Max's gestures and commands without resistance.
*Thump thump.*
Her heart raced just from the thought.
She was aroused.
The image of kneeling collared, looking up at him, wouldn't leave her mind.
*Gulp.*
Swallowing hard, Helen felt her head go blank.
"I-I..."
"If you refuse, I won't put it on. But no punishment either."
"Uh, th-that's..."
*What do I do?*
She knew refusing now meant it wouldn't be offered again.
Helen's eyes couldn't leave Max's hand gripping the collar.
"If Lady Helen rejects this and upholds noble dignity to the end, I'll give you a reward."
"Wh-What's the reward?"
"Top graduate. I'll use all my authority to max out your illusion magic score. You'll graduate perfectly, without a single failing grade."
No teacher's word alone could grant top honors.
But with bespectacled Max, it seemed possible.
Yet Helen's mind was filled with the image of herself collared.
"The reward means... no punishment?"
"Correct. And vice versa—if you take the punishment, no reward."
Top graduate.
Or enduring humiliation collared.
The answer was already decided.
"...Got it."
Helen looked at Max with trembling eyes.
Lips pressed tight, she slowly took the collar from his hand.
And fastened the choker around her own neck.
*Click.*
The buckle's sound seemed to encapsulate her current state.
"Teacher, please punish your foolish student."
"...Understood. If that's what you wish."