Chapter 76
Chapter 76
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 76
Chapter Title: Shattering the Fantasy
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Helen had Max's cock stuffed in her mouth, her jaw feeling like it might dislocate, but she pushed her head forward anyway.
"Mmph! Glrk!"
She made a sound no noble should ever make as she shoved the cock even deeper.
"Glrk! Cough!"
The moment the cock hit the back of her throat, a cough burst out, but Max showed no sign of mercy.
He grabbed the collar with one hand and her head with the other, yanking her forward.
"Do it right."
"Brglrk!"
Tears welled up from the pain of her throat stretching wide.
But the pain was fleeting.
A strange sense of pressure.
The pungent smell wafting from his cock.
And Max's expression looking down at her.
Each element drew her deeper into the moment.
For a noble like her to kneel and take a cock in her mouth.
It was blasphemy against the Goddess who deemed lust for pleasure alone a sin.
Something a noble like her could never do—but because it was an illusion, it was possible.
A space where she could do as she pleased.
Perhaps that's what gave her this odd sense of liberation.
Thump, thump.
Helen’s heart raced faster with the cock in her mouth.
Her mouth and tongue moved naturally around it.
"Mmm, haa... slurp."
She licked the shaft diligently with her tongue.
She coated Max's saliva-slick cock thoroughly.
Making sure every inch was glistening with her spit.
"You're doing well."
His voice came from above.
Such a short praise made her heart pound and her body heat up.
She felt good.
'Why?'
Helen had heard praise countless times before.
Professors had sung her praises until she was sick of it.
She'd even grown tired of the compliments.
Yet today, Max stroking her head and praising her filled her with a satisfaction she'd never felt.
She wanted more praise.
She wanted to work harder.
Helen gripped the base of the cock with her hand and licked the underside of the shaft.
Like a true bitch in heat, devotedly.
"It tastes good. Feels so nice..."
She murmured without realizing it.
With a dazed, intoxicated expression, she nursed on the cock bit by bit.
Her free hand kneaded her crotch.
Fingering her clit, rubbing her pussy lips, she rocked her hips and leaked lewd juices.
As if it were her duty.
"Haa, haa."
Her breathing grew rougher.
Helen's eyes sparkled as she looked up at Max.
"Master..."
At some point, the way she addressed him had changed.
I'm a bitch, after all.
A slutty whore.
Not a noble, so calling him Master is right.
Helen’s mind was increasingly overtaken by lewd thoughts.
Like black ink spreading rapidly over paper soaked in water many times over, these filthy ideas devoured her psyche faster than when she'd first entered the illusion.
She'd loosened the reins she'd kept tight, comforted by the knowledge that it was all fantasy.
"Haa, haa."
Helen lifted the cock and buried her nose between the shaft and balls, inhaling deeply.
Such a good smell.
She wanted to smell more.
But she couldn't hold back much longer.
She'd endured for so long already.
For weeks.
'I want it now.'
That was when Helen raised her head to look at Max.
"Want me to fuck you?"
As if reading her mind, Max swung his cock to tap her cheek.
How did he know?
I didn't even say it.
As expected of Teacher—no, Master.
He knows me so well.
"Yes."
Helen nodded, gazing up at him with a blank expression.
Her pussy throbbed desperately, aching to be filled.
Though her prideful nature forced her to hide it, her head had been spinning with the desire to submit to him for a while now.
She'd held back for so long—what would happen if he fucked her now?
It would feel incredible.
Just like the first time she'd been fucked.
Maybe it would feel the same.
But at the same time, one thought surfaced.
That this was ultimately an illusion.
No matter how roughly Master fucked her, it wasn't real.
When she woke up, she'd be a virgin again, and the fulfillment she felt would prove to be an illusion, leaving her hollow.
What if he fucked her real pussy?
Just imagining it made her pussy spasm with pleasure.
But her position as Helen Silvesta kept holding her back.
"Helen."
"Yes."
"You said you want to be fucked?"
"Yes. I want you to ram this thick cock into my pussy deep and hard right now."
Helen's words were shameless.
Max looked down at her, who spouted words like a bitch in heat without hesitation, and beckoned.
The academy uniform she'd worn when she first entered appeared in his hand.
The academy uniform emblazoned with the Silvesta crest.
What are you going to do with that?
"If you want me to fuck you, prove you're a cock-crazed slut."
"Pardon?"
He tossed the academy uniform to the floor.
"Soil it yourself. Make yourself feel like you're no real noble."
"......"
Helen stared at the academy uniform sprawled on the floor.
The uniform with the Silvesta emblem symbolized everything she had.
Her family, her honor, her skills, her current status.
All of it.
To piss on this uniform?
'No. Not this. Anything but this.'
Her head grew hot.
Her breathing quickened.
Her mind reeled, thoughts freezing.
And in that moment, a devilish whisper reached her.
-It's just an illusion anyway.
-This isn't real.
-You know destroying it here doesn't mean it's truly destroyed.
An inner whisper.
A filthy one born from her own desires.
She should deny it and leave.
Reject it.
"Ah, aaah..."
But she couldn't stand up.
"Like a bitch—lift your leg and piss on it."
At Max's command, her trembling body moved slowly.
Over the sprawled uniform.
'No. No. Not this.'
Her mind knew better, but her body didn't care.
Her body was frantic for greater pleasure.
Her reason was dragged along helplessly by her instincts.
The realization that this was an illusion shook even the fragile hold her rationality had.
The Silvesta emblem on the academy uniform sparkled, reflecting the ceiling lights.
-You are a proud member of House Silvesta. Never forget that.
-Silvestas must always be noble.
-We tolerate no failure. That's the Silvesta spirit.
Voices echoed.
The voices of her family head and relatives, working for the house.
Their expectations for her, a once-in-a-generation genius.
The burdens that had weighed on her shoulders.
Yet now, she was betraying all those expectations—naked, shaking her ass seductively.
"You're this far in and you want to stop?"
Max's voice rang out.
He looked down at her from above.
The moment Helen met his gaze, something inside her snapped.
It's just an illusion anyway.
In that instant, whatever she'd been forcibly holding back unleashed.
"Aaaah."
She soiled the uniform herself.
Her body trembled with intense shame, but she felt a liberation incomparable to when she'd first stripped.
It was on another level entirely from simply being naked.
"Good girl."
Max's praise, as he stroked her head, sealed it.
"Ah, no... Don't say that now..."
Her body reacted.
A signal came from her womb, which had been whining.
"Nngh!"
She felt a light orgasm again.
Sticky female juices dripped from her convulsing body.
"Haa, haa."
"I have no idea just how horny you are."
"Master... Give me your cock, please."
Her voice trembled, her expression like a screw had come loose somewhere.
The sight of Helen spreading her legs showed none of the noble grace she'd displayed in reality.
"Alright. You did well, so you deserve a reward."
"Master..."
She watched Max approach.
Glasses Max.
The man who always dominated her aggressively, pinning her down.
Her teacher with overwhelming power—a ruler, a master.
His glasses, accentuating his cold demeanor, also marked the boundary between reality and illusion.
A symbol proving this wasn't real.
Helen stared intently at Max and reached out.
There was something she'd thought about many times.
It felt this good even in illusion—what if this became real?
What if real sensations ravaged her, not fake ones?
What would real sex feel like?
"What happens if Master takes off these glasses?"
Helen grabbed his glasses frame and asked.
Max seized her hand on his glasses and replied.
"You shouldn't. Once they're off, there's no going back."
She understood what that meant.
The illusion ending and returning to reality.
It meant premarital sex, taboo for nobles.
An act that would shatter a noble's honor.
Something she absolutely shouldn't do.
But she wanted it so badly.
"It doesn't matter. I've already abandoned my family."
For pleasure.
"It won't end as just a mishap."
"It's fine. Only you and I will know anyway."
"......"
Glasses Max showed a hint of fluster for the first time.
A strange thrill made her feel good.
A different kind of pleasure from before.
"Are you serious?"
This question wasn't from the illusory Max.
It was from the real Max beyond the illusion, who controlled it and gifted her this pleasure.
In answer, Helen nodded.
"Yes. I'm fine with it. If it's Master, if it's Teacher... you can take my first time..."
She removed Max's glasses.
As she took them off, a strange ripple spread, and the surroundings shifted.
It was the same Max's shop, but a faintly glowing magic circle shimmered near her.
Then the light faded.
Senses and scenery were identical except for the magic circle, but she knew she'd returned to reality.
Because the uniform she'd soiled was gone.
But trivial details didn't matter now.
What mattered was...
"Please, hurry."
Max looking down at her.
Helen added words no noble would ever say.
"Woof."