Chapter 75
Chapter 75
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 75
Chapter Title: Helen's Choice
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I waited for Helen's choice.
I knew that even if I kept winning, Helen would never give up given her personality.
The sight of her, stripped bare and covered in adult toys, still burning with the will to somehow win—it embodied the unyielding noble ideal she held.
So I gave Helen room to choose.
Not a scenario where I won, but one where she lost, allowing her to pick between victory and defeat.
And now, Helen was handing me a collar.
“Punish this foolish disciple who couldn't beat her teacher.”
“Understood.”
I took the collar she offered.
“Follow me.”
I grabbed the collar and gave it a light tug.
Helen rose from her seat and followed me.
I removed all the toys attached to her body.
Once everything except the collar was off, Helen looked at me with a slightly dazed expression.
“Teacher...?”
“You need to settle your senses a bit right now.”
“Ah...”
“Lie down here.”
After laying her on the bed in the center of the magic circle, I wiped her body with a warm towel.
Once I'd cleaned off all the sweat, I covered her with a blanket.
“This will be a bit different from the illusions you've seen before.”
“How so?”
Helen's face, looking at me, was filled with anticipation.
The excitement of experiencing something new.
“I'll create a new scene based on the illusions you've received so far and your current mood.”
“Based on...?”
“Yes. So neither you nor I know what kind of scene will come next. Doesn't that make it even better?”
“You mean nothing at all?”
I nodded, soaking a new towel in warm water and placing it over her eyelids.
“W-what are you doing?”
“When entering illusion magic, we'll block your vision first. Sight is a more important sense than you might think.”
“I-is this really an illusion?”
Something made her uneasy.
Helen asked urgently.
“Yes. It's an illusion.”
I had no intention of lying about something like this.
However.
‘Whether the recipient perceives it as an illusion is another matter entirely.’
An illusion felt with certainty it's fake versus one felt in uncertainty—they're definitely different.
Call it Schrödinger's illusion show.
It would create an environment for deeper immersion.
“Um, teacher...”
With her eyes covered, Helen stammered.
“W-when are we starting?”
“We'll start soon. I'll give you a signal.”
“O-okay.”
Helen's face, biting her lip with fists clenched tightly under the blanket, mixed expectation and fear.
“Ugh...”
After checking the magic circle, I tapped her shoulder.
“Eek!”
Helen flinched in terror, shrinking back like she'd been badly startled.
“We're starting.”
“Y-you're starting?”
“Yes.”
“W-wait a second...”
I held her shoulders to keep her from thrashing and dislodging the towel.
The surroundings rippled as the illusion began constructing a new world.
To show her the most arousing illusion she desired.
To guide us to the most fitting place for the situation that excited her most, the one she craved.
Soon, the grand landscape built by the illusion was complete.
I looked at the scene the illusion presented and fell silent.
‘This place...’
Helen's desire chose here?
Unexpected.
With her eyes covered and unable to see anything, Helen, terrified, asked Max beside her.
“I-is it over?”
No answer.
“T-teacher? Is it done?”
Still no reply.
He'd only said the illusion was starting, and no matter how much she called, there was no response.
“I'm opening my eyes? Is that okay?”
Frustrated by the silence, Helen pulled down the towel over her eyes.
She removed the warm towel that had covered them and opened her eyes.
“Huh?”
The same unchanged Hall of Illusions spread before her.
“Teacher, what is this? Nothing changed. Did you do it right?”
No answer.
“Hey, teacher!”
He'd built up her expectations and then suddenly vanished.
What was going on?
‘He's not that kind of person.’
Covering herself with the blanket, Helen got up.
Jangle.
The choker around her neck caught with a click.
The leather leash connected to the choker trailed to the floor.
The Max who'd taken her collar was nowhere in the shop.
“Teacher? Did you not cast the illusion and go somewhere?”
As she stepped onto the floor, covering herself with the blanket to find the invisible Max—
Creak.
The door opened, and someone entered.
Who could it be?
If someone saw her like this.
If anyone discovered that Helen de Silvesta—the Silvesta family's lady, the top spirit mage constantly breaking Imperial Academy records—was naked with a collar on.
It wouldn't end with just tarnishing the family name.
In that heart-stopping moment.
“What are you doing?”
A familiar voice rang out.
The condescending tone.
The heavy mid-low timbre.
The voice, polite yet smug, was one she'd heard countless times in illusions.
“T-teacher?”
The one who'd opened the door was Max wearing glasses.
Glasses Max, with an expression subtly different from the real one, pushed up his glasses and looked down at her.
“What are you doing right now?”
“T-teacher...”
“A noble lady wearing that outfit with a collar around her neck... Do you truly want to become a slave?”
Step by step.
Max closed the door and approached her.
“W-wait, teacher, that's...”
Overwhelmed by his presence, Helen unwittingly stepped back.
She thought the spell hadn't taken properly because the scene was too identical to reality—no, exactly like before entering the illusion.
Then Glasses Max appeared suddenly in that situation.
Her panic was brief; Helen wondered if this Glasses Max was the real Max acting.
But.
“Pathetic. Do the Silvesta family hide this vulgarity? Last time you even presented your ass yourself.”
The biting tone in Max's words couldn't be faked.
“U-um, teacher... That's...”
Max grasped the dangling leash and spoke.
“Teacher?”
“Huh?”
“A woman collared like this can't be a noble lady, can she?”
“Ah.”
Helen's breath caught as she tried to respond.
The cold gaze of Glasses Max looking down pierced her heart.
His eyes commanded her.
-Aren't you a lewd bitch?
The moment she met that gaze, Helen realized in the hazy boundary of reality and illusion that it didn't matter if this was illusion or reality.
What mattered was Glasses Max standing before her now.
That he held her leash.
And that he seemed to know her purpose.
Jangle.
He tugged the leash.
“Call me Master from now on.”
“B-but...”
“Isn't this what you wanted to come here for?”
“W-where is here?”
Glasses Max brought his face close to hers.
He whispered into her ear.
“A place filled with your desires.”
“...”
“You know what you've endured here. You came to release all that pent-up desire, didn't you?”
Helen's words failed her against the domineering Glasses Max.
“If you want it that badly, strip yourself.”
She looked at him trembling.
Glasses Max's faintly smiling face bore the smile of a victor.
“Got it.”
“No. Is that how you speak to your master?”
“O-okay.”
“Good girl. From now on, treat me like your master in everything you do. Then I'll be your master anytime, like now.”
“...Yes.”
As Helen hesitantly replied, Max gently stroked her head.
“Good girl. Then let's begin.”
She reached to unbuckle with her hands.
Then— Slap.
Max's hand lightly struck her cheek.
“That's not it. You're a bitch right now. A bitch whose urges can only be satisfied with my permission.”
Bitch...
“Does a dog use its paws?”
“Ah...”
The moment the words flashed in her mind, her brilliant intellect assumed the optimal posture for a bitch. Kneeling, forepaws on the floor, she used her mouth to unbuckle.
As she pulled down the zipper, she saw panties containing a rigid object.
It emitted a pungent smell. Unfamiliar to noble Helen.
But familiar to bitch Helen.
Cock.
The thick cock she'd craved and anticipated for weeks twitched inside the panties.
Even through the fabric, it was visibly at its limit, fully erect.
How good would it feel to take it in her mouth?
If that massive shaft entered her...
Gulp.
Just imagining it made her salivate.
Helen, swallowing while staring at the cock, lifted her head like a dog awaiting commands and looked at Max.
“Good girl.”
“May I remove them?”
This is just an illusion anyway.
An illusion incredibly close to reality.
She could let loose a little.
‘Even if it were real, it wouldn't matter.’
If it were real and the partner was Max, he already knew all her secrets.
Even if it really was real.
‘If it's Max, it's fine.’
She could indulge in pleasure without worry.
He was trustworthy.
And someone she'd permitted her body to.
‘Even if only in illusion.’
Helen awaited Glasses Max's response.
“Take them off.”
The words barely left his mouth before Helen used her teeth to pull off the panties completely.
A huge, hot shaft sprang out, slapping her face.
Her heart raced at the massive member lightly striking her cheek.
“Ahh.”
Like a puppy eager for gum, Helen stuck out her tongue and licked the cock.
The moment she saw it, she lost all self-control. It was the instant all her pent-up frustration erupted.
“Did you want it that badly?”
Her teacher and master didn't stop her. He just stroked her head and smiled.
“Y-yes.” Helen nodded with a dumb expression.
The taste of cock after so long was utterly delicious.