Master……?

“Wow…”

It went even more spectacularly than the first time Yuris went into a fantasy.

Her pants and the chair were soaked with not only her arousal fluids but also her urine.

Just pressing my erect cock against her lower abdomen and the bulging part of the chair against her pussy seemed to have given Yuris a pleasure she had never experienced before, making her completely come.

“M…Master…”

Unable to wake up from the fantasy, Yuris mumbled in a low voice, staring blankly into the air.

Her face was a complete mess.

It seemed she was properly satisfied.

Although there were still 30 minutes left, the magic circle stopped working, as if it judged that her mind could no longer endure.

I took my cock off her lower abdomen and put on my pants.

Now I have to clean up.

I washed her clothes with magic as before.

As the Clean magic was cast, the pants and chair soiled with her arousal fluids were instantly cleaned.

Of course, the arousal fluids didn’t come off easily, leaving traces on her panties and the chair, but these would soon disappear if cleaned over time.

After cleaning up, I looked at the dildo.

“To have the immersion broken just by putting a dildo in her mouth.”

I never imagined that even Yuris, who is sensitive to smells, would have her immersion broken to the point where the magic would be dispelled.

It was funny that the immersion returned to normal when I put my real cock in her mouth instead.

How should I replace and compensate for this?

Should I spray men’s cologne on the dildo?

“At this rate, I might have to shove my real cock in her.”

Just like I put my cock in her mouth earlier.

Yuris wouldn’t know.

That the cock she sucked in the fantasy was a real cock.

‘She must never know.’

If she knew.

The Iron-Blooded Knight might come after my neck.

After cleaning up the surroundings one last time, I waited for Yuris to wake up.

It was 30 minutes later that she woke up again.

***

“Umm…”

Yuris groaned softly and got up from her seat.

When she opened her eyes, she saw the ceiling of the magician’s fantasy screening room, not the prison where the bandits had locked her up.

She was lying in bed.

She still seemed to feel the sensation she had felt in the fantasy in her lower abdomen.

The pressure that rose from her lower abdomen and groin.

The clanging sound of the shackles that had taken away the freedom of her arms and legs.

The voice of the bandit who had insulted her.

Even the lewd sounds of the bandits’ subordinates jeering and cheering as they watched her lose to the cock.

It was still vivid.

Nevertheless.

The completely different reality in front of her made her realize once again that everything she had just experienced was just a fantasy.

“Ah.”

She felt a deep sense of futility at the fact that the fantasy was over.

That’s right.

What she had experienced was just a fantasy.

A strong sense of powerlessness covered her body as much as the pleasure that had deeply colored her mind.

“A dream… That’s right, it was just a dream.”

A futile fantasy that she couldn’t grasp no matter how much she wanted to.

Of course, it was something she could experience again at any time if she wanted, but the fact that it wasn’t real kept taking root in a corner of her mind.

No.

‘I was able to unleash my desires as I pleased because it wasn’t real.’

Why are you regretting it now when you’ve been enjoying it so much?

You enjoyed it because it wasn’t real.

“I’ll have to go back to the life of a knight who is always worshiped.”

I’m just a weak woman who loses to a cock.

But still.

If I could really have this experience, wouldn’t it be much better than now?

If I were really pressed down and fucked by a man…

What kind of pleasure would greet her then?

Her pussy, still a virgin because she was violated in a fantasy, was still as clean as a tightly closed clam.

When this virgin pussy is widened with a real cock, wouldn’t the shame be incomparable to the fantasy?

Just imagining it made her feel like her arousal fluids were flowing again.

It was then.

“…Huh?”

She frowned at the stale taste left in her mouth.

She tasted the same taste in her mouth as the bandit’s semen, her master, which she had felt in the fantasy.

“How…?”

It was strange.

A taste that shouldn’t be felt in a fantasy was spreading in her mouth.

It was such a faint trace that she, even a master-level knight, could barely feel it unless she concentrated.

“…Could it be that it’s not entirely a fantasy?”

She felt the corners of her mouth rising without her knowing it.

She recalled that the magician, the owner of this place, had grabbed her arm before entering the fantasy.

-Remember this feeling.

She was told that she would maximize it in the fantasy with a slight sensation.

“Could it be?”

She slowly raised her head and looked at the magician, the owner of this shop.

“Oh, are you awake?”

Fantasy magician Max.

A skilled magician who showed her fantasy magic.

Could it be that this man…?

Just as she was thinking, her eyes turned to the pants that were pitching a big tent.

His lower body was hard and slightly wetting part of his pants.

How much pre-cum did he spill?

“Boss, are you perhaps…”

“Oh, I’m sorry. I was cleaning up and my body reacted naturally.”

“Your body reacted?”

“Yes. Aren’t you always the upright Iron-Blooded Knight? I couldn’t help but get excited by your disheveled appearance. It’s hard to calm down.”

“Ah…”

She suddenly realized that this man, unlike others, knew her weaknesses.

He himself said that he couldn’t see her fantasy, but he was the man who always took care of her.

He would know better than anyone what kind of fantasy Yuris was having.

‘Maybe he’s watching the fantasy too…’

Otherwise, he wouldn’t have been able to prepare so perfectly for the next step.

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Of course, that wasn’t important to her now.

If it were her in the past, she would have scolded him for being shameless, but for Yuris, who is now enjoying the pleasure of fantasy, it was rather a welcome thing.

She stared blankly at the bulging pants.

Was it because of her experience in the fantasy?

She couldn’t take her eyes off the magician’s pants that were pitching a huge tent.

She bit her lower lip and thought that she wanted to take off those pants and see what was inside.

She didn’t know why she was thinking this.

Perhaps it was because the afterimage of the fantasy she had experienced remained?

A familiar smell…

Perhaps it was because a scent similar to the taste of her master’s semen in her mouth was emanating from his pants.

‘A similar smell?’

Yuris approached him as if possessed by the magician, Max’s smell.

Sniff sniff.

She unknowingly approached him and smelled him.

And she unknowingly blurted out.

“Master…?”

“Yes?”

Ah.

What did I just say?

Her face turned red with embarrassment and shame.

She blurted out words that should never be uttered.

I’m crazy. I’m crazy.

Yuris, are you out of your mind?

What are you going to do if you bring the events of the fantasy into reality!

She hurriedly waved her hands and shook her head.

“Ah, it’s nothing.”

The flustered magician stared blankly at her.

“It’s just that I smelled a familiar scent and I unknowingly…”

She continued to babble without realizing what she was saying.

“Will you take a shower? I cleaned it with Clean magic, but it’s better to wash your body directly.”

“Ah, okay. I’ll do that.”

She fled to the shower room as if running away.

And throughout the shower, she couldn’t forget the familiar taste left in her mouth and the smell of Max that stung her nose.

‘Wasn’t it a similar smell before?’

Perhaps, just in case.

Even if it’s just in case.

“If the fantasy magician who owns this shop is my master…”

She felt her lower abdomen heat up just by imagining it.

***

The younger sister of Veron de Silvesta, the 2nd Knight Commander, and the heiress of the Silvesta Marquis family, who is respected by everyone as the best spiritist in humanity.

Helen de Silvesta.

A beautiful woman with silver hair and blue eyes, she was the top talent who always ranked first in the Imperial Academy, where only the best talents of the Empire attended.

Even though it had only been a year since she entered, she showed much better grades than the 4th year undergraduates who were graduating.

Helen was even more skilled in spirits than the current professors.

Everyone in the academy praised her for the achievements she couldn’t show at the young age of 21.

They said that she was the talent who would bring about the progress of spiritism in later generations of humanity.

Perhaps it was because she had always been successful.

To her, losers were disgusting guys she never wanted to be with.

Beings she didn’t need to pay any attention to.

Guys who deserved to be crushed rather than cared for.

Especially those morons who were competing for the bottom of the academy.

“I smell a loser.”

It was unpleasant.

The very fact that she was with those losers.

That fact made Helen feel bad, and she wanted to get away from those pathetic nerds she saw in the academy class.

“Helen, I have a question…”

“Get lost. You stink.”

So she cursed at the idiots who asked her for help and chased them away.

Yes.

Losers can be chased away like this.

But still.

‘There are beings who can’t do that.’

She, who was always worshiped, had only one concern.

Her brother, Veron de Silvesta.

A childish knight who couldn’t get out of the position of second-in-command, pushed back by the Iron-Blooded Knight, Yuris Belletaon.

Unlike her, her brother, who lost every time but couldn’t let go of his pride, was her only concern.

-The Silvesta family must always be the best.

For her, who had this sentence engraved in her heart, her brother’s poor performance kept bothering her.

-Kuhah! This time, my brother will win and bring us victory!

Her brother always shouted confidently, but she had never seen him win even once.

She knew.

That the Iron-Blooded Knight, the symbol of the Empire’s victory, was someone who no one in the Empire could beat unless they were a hero.

But he always loses without even fighting properly.

Was that why?

When she met Yuris at the palace before, her voice was cold and icy.

The person who always beat her brother and made him tarnish the family name.

She didn’t like it.

That was why.

The reason why Helen had never enjoyed the mock battles that all the citizens of the Empire enjoyed.

‘What’s so good about losing?’

But for the first time, Helen went to the mock battle to support her brother, Veron.

The reason was simple.

-Helen, I think my brother can win if you come.

Of course, Veron lost in the first game she watched.

“This time, I lasted 2 minutes longer than usual. It’s thanks to you, Helen.”

Veron was happy and stroked her head, but she didn’t like her brother’s optimistic atmosphere.

“Don’t touch me. You didn’t even win.”

“Don’t be so stiff. You need to have some leeway even when you lose.”

“You’re too soft. I wish you were a little stricter with yourself.”

“Helen, you’re too strict. You need to have some leeway, okay?”

This was why she hated her brother.

His unreasonably optimistic personality.

His unnecessary abundance of leeway.

Isn’t he upset?

“I don’t have time for that. Someone has to raise the family’s reputation that someone ruined.”

Annoying.

This wasn’t what she came to support him for.

“I’m sorry.”

Helen looked at Veron.

Veron’s awkward smile somehow resembled the losers she hated.

So her brow furrowed even more.

“I don’t know. I’m going home, so don’t follow me.”

After leaving the training ground, she happened to see Yuris hurrying away.

“Where is she going in such a hurry?”

She became curious.