"S-stop… please…."
He had definitely said it would last three hours. How much time had actually passed? She looked at the bandit who had been relentlessly tormenting her breasts.
"Why stop? Your nipples are standing at attention, looking so eager." The bandit chuckled and flicked her nipple with his fingertip.
"Hy-ah?!" In that instant, her body shuddered in response. Her entire frame tensed, and sweat poured from her skin. Uris bit her lower lip, flinching at the unfamiliar, hypersensitive sensations flooding from her chest. Even as she clamped her mouth shut, saliva escaped, trailing down her chin and dripping onto her breasts.
Even that became a source of pleasure for her. Uris was a complete mess. Because of the bandit's obsessive focus on her breasts, her body was drenched in sweat and saliva, and the chair beneath her was sticky with a fluid that was definitely not sweat.
The shame she felt seeing the bandit mock her while feeling the wetness seeping from her panties was indescribable.
"Kuku, for a grand knight, you certainly went off easily from just a little chest play. Just how starved for affection were you?" "N-no, that's not…"
Perhaps it was due to the prolonged torment, but the fire that had been in Uris's voice at the beginning had faded significantly. "Haah, haah." Panting, she looked at the man standing before her. Having finished his "foreplay," he wiped his hands—glistening with her sweat and arousal—on a towel.
He had spent most of the time on her chest, but to heighten her shame, he had even rubbed her own fluids all over her breasts. The act of being smeared with her own "shameful water" made Uris feel so pathetic and frustrated she thought she might go mad. She felt smaller than she ever had in her life. This was a side of herself she had never known.
As her feverish breathing began to settle, she finally looked closely at the bandit. Unlike her, he had thick arms corded with veins, broad shoulders, and a solid chest. His physique was a stark contrast to her slender waist and feminine curves.
But what terrified her most was the pungent smell of a man radiating from him. It signified that he was aroused—and it was a constant reminder of what an aroused man might do. In the midst of this newfound terror, the bandit's image burned itself into her mind: his savagery, his thick forearms, and that dizzying, musky scent.
She squeezed her eyes shut and shook her head. Get it together. Don't waver. The illusion will break soon. It's almost over. She couldn't remember the exact time, but this was an illusion with a definitive end.
"Thinking about something else, are we?" the bandit sneered. "Shut… up. In the end, you haven't made me… surrender." "You made quite a noisy fuss for someone who hasn't surrendered. Well, don't worry. I have no intention of letting it end like this either." "What?" "What do you think? I have to comfort this lonely lower half of yours." "D-don't! Wait! Stop!"
Uris read the raw desire in his eyes and thrashed in resistance, but he didn't stop. Instead, he gripped her shoulders with his thick hands as if mocking her struggle. "Why? Were you hoping for a cock? I won't give you that. It'd be too boring if it ended so quickly." "What?" "My right hand is your husband for today." "Don't be ridic— Hieeeeek?!"
The moment the bandit's fingers entered Uris's heat, she let out a spectacular spray of fluid. His palm stimulated her swollen clitoris inside her panties, and his fingers began to thrust and squelch inside her aching, desperate core.
It felt as though lightning was striking inside her brain. The impact was incomparable to when he had touched her nipples.
"K-nnngh! S-stop… ple… ha-ah! Hngh! Haah!" She couldn't even form words properly. When she realized that her own mouth—the only part of her she thought she could control—was no longer obeying her, she felt a profound sense of despair.
And along with it… "H-aaaaahhh!!! N-noooo~!!!!" The Iron-Blooded Knight, Uris, let out a high-pitched, girlish cry as she climaxed spectacularly. Her body went limp, and as she gasped for air, she felt her consciousness beginning to drift.
No. If I lose consciousness here, this might really become my reality. Anything but that…
But her body and mind were no longer hers to command. In her fading awareness, the bandit leaned in and whispered in her ear.
"I'll let you off with this much for today. But if you come back next time, it won't end like this."
With the sensation of her limbs being freed, Uris finally lost consciousness.
"Gasp!" "Are you awake?"
When she opened her eyes again, she was back in the shop where she had first asked the illusionist for the spell.
"H-here…?" "It seems you thoroughly enjoyed our shop's magic."
It was him—the illusionist. The man who had cast the spell. She checked her body. Her uniform was drenched in sweat, but she was fully clothed. Underwear, outerwear—everything was back to normal. Both her surroundings and her person had returned to reality.
Only then did Uris realize that everything she had experienced was an illusion. It had been far too realistic to simply dismiss, but the fact that she was here now proved it.
"How did… what happened?" Her voice was so hoarse and cracked she could hardly believe it was her own.
"Please drink some water and rest. The illusion was quite intense, so there might be some lingering aftereffects."
She managed to calm down only after taking a few sips of water. "How was it? Was the experience of defeat worth it?" "It was… the absolute worst. An experience I never wish to have again." "Is that so? That's a bit of a shame. Our shop strives to provide the best experience your desires can offer." "...."
She avoided answering. That was my desire? Nonsense. What she had wanted was a different kind of defeat. She never wanted an experience like that.
She looked down at herself. Her uniform was soaked. She knew. She knew that the liquid drenching her clothes wasn't just sweat. It was saliva, and that shameful feminine fluid she couldn't bring herself to name.
"Would you like to wash up? We have a shower room for our guests. You never know what might happen during an illusion." "...I will."
She wanted to wash. She wanted to scrub away the scent on her body and erase those memories as quickly as possible. "I'll show you to the shower."
As the mage approached, a familiar scent wafted from him. Sniff. It was that scent. The smell of the bandit who had suppressed and neutralized her. The mage raised his hand. Without thinking, she flinched and took a step back.
"Sir Uris?" "Uh… yes?" "Is something the matter?" "No, nothing… nothing at all."
Why had she retreated? It was a slow movement, devoid of any killing intent. A movement she usually would have found pathetic, yet her body had reacted to it. As if it had learned fear.
"I wish to wash quickly." "We have spare underwear and clothes provided by the shop, so please feel free to use them. I'll use a cleaning spell on your wet clothes in the meantime." "…Thank you."
As she was about to enter the shower, she paused and asked the mage. "Ah, there is one thing I wish to ask. Did you… see the illusion I saw?"
He shook his head. "No, I did not." "I see. That is a relief."
Uris felt a wave of relief that no one had seen her in such a shameful state and stepped inside. She washed herself thoroughly, hoping the warm water would wash away her experience.
"Perfectly executed."
I felt a sense of pride as I wrapped up Uris's session. From start to finish, there wasn't a single error. It was the first video I had provided to a customer. It was surprising that Uris's desires were so hardcore, but as a business owner, I had to give it my all.
[Uris's Desire: Wants the bandit to make a mess of her.]
I made a mess of her, just as she wished. Of course, I didn't go as far as actual intercourse. If you go too far too fast, the illusion can break. The strength of an illusion depends on the subject's mental fortitude; if it's too intense, the magic circle might force a shutdown to protect the subject's mind.
My job was to regulate that. That's why I directly controlled the character. I provided the pacing that a magic circle alone couldn't achieve, ensuring she could enjoy the experience to the very end.
But man, it was hard for me, too. I was so aroused I thought my cock was going to burst inside my pants. It actually hurt.
It's always better to unlock desires one step at a time to ensure the customer returns. It was an essential stage in building a loyal clientele—slowly pulling them into the addiction of the illusion. That's how you keep a business running.
The masterpiece was definitely the final line. "I'll let you off with this much for today. But if you come back next time, it won't end like this."
Hinting at a sequel and warning that the intensity would increase. It was the perfect cliffhanger to leave a viewer burning with curiosity. After an ending like that, how could you not watch the next part? It's basically a threat.
Well, I don't know exactly how it worked on Uris, but I'll find out soon enough. Uris kept asking if I had seen the contents of the illusion. There was no need to create unnecessary anxiety in a customer. To put her at ease, I told her I hadn't seen it.
It wasn't a lie. I didn't "watch" it. I was there with her. Regardless, she was relieved enough to go take a shower.
"She really drenched the place." I wiped down the sofa, which was soaked with Uris's sweat and arousal. A single cleaning spell took care of most of it. If I hadn't taken that class as an elective, I would have had to clean it all by hand—how troublesome that would have been.
I handed the fresh clothes to Uris, and she came out wearing the clean, laundry-scented garments.
"Commander, please visit again anytime. I'll be waiting with an even better video." I gave her the standard customer service greeting as she paid.
"I have experienced quite enough of defeat."
You say that, but your face says otherwise. With a bright red face and an expression entirely different from when she first walked in, Uris left the shop. Looking at her now, no one would ever call her the "Iron-Blooded Knight."
'The Commander will be back sooner than she thinks.'