Okay, I was wrong!

I mistakenly believed I could wield all my power as soon as I regained the spirits.

Of course, I thought I had regained my power.

I never even considered that someone might have set a trap targeting me.

They were just characters in an illusion, after all.

But.

“Hngh!!!”

The man before me, sucking on my breasts with abandon, already had a gleam in his eyes, intent on violating me.

“S-Stop…”

“Did you stop when I asked you to? I don’t think so?”

“……”

He was right.

She hadn’t shown the slightest consideration for the whimpers of that loser, no, Aison.

“So don’t say things like that.”

Aison, who was sucking on her breast, sneered as he spoke.

The explicit flicking of his tongue, lapping at her nipples, forced moans from her lips.

She tried her best to hold it in, but…

“Hngh!!”

Perhaps it was because of the experience she had in the previous illusion.

The pleasure was incomparable to before, and a moan escaped involuntarily.

“No…”

As the caresses grew increasingly blatant, she recoiled and slapped Aison across the cheek.

*Smack!*

“I said stop!”

It was a natural reaction, unable to endure any longer.

Aison’s cheek flushed red in the shape of her hand.

“This is more resistance than I expected. Do you still want to fight that badly? Don’t you know your place?”

“You think you’ll win by doing this? Not a chance! Do you think my father, who knows I’ve regained my power, will let you get away with this?”

Setting aside the fact that this was an illusion, she was filled with rage at being so helplessly dominated by this man.

She couldn’t just stand by and take it, even if it was a futile resistance.

If she could somehow cause a commotion…

“I have no choice then.”

“What are you going to do?”

“Hey, Upper Earth Spirit, bind your master’s arms and legs. And you, gift a small vortex to your master’s nipples.”

“What?”

What did that man just say?

-……

-……

The two Upper Spirits trembled and looked at Helen.

Their faces clearly showed that they were trying to resist the order.

-Shaaa……

-Krrng……

Their bodies shook and they gritted their teeth, as if resisting, saying that they couldn’t do this.

But only for a moment.

“Quickly.”

At Aison’s command, the spirits who had been resisting finally moved.

“Hey, you, you guys… Sylph! Gnome! Snap out of it!”

She desperately called out the spirits’ true names, but they no longer seemed willing to listen to Helen’s commands.

Gnome, the Upper Earth Spirit with the appearance of an ape, moved the marble floor of the lecture hall, creating stone shackles and binding Helen’s arms and legs.

“Kyaaah!”

No matter how much she struggled, the solid shackles that wouldn’t budge stole the freedom of her limbs.

Sylph created a small vortex made of wind as if she had been waiting for it.

The two vortices that were created rotated powerfully and bit into Helen’s nipples, which were still glistening with Aison’s saliva.

*Whoosh.*

The suction created by the rapidly rotating wind tickled Helen’s breasts, like the vibrations of a rotor and the tentacles of a breast-stroking machine spinning wildly.

“Kheu-euk… J-Just a moment, th-this, no! Stooop! Kyaaah!!”

The intense pleasure, which couldn’t be compared to what she felt when it was done with hands and mouth, completely captivated her mind.

“Heeuh!!”

Her mind grew faint.

For a moment, she couldn’t breathe.

Even breathing was difficult, and the intense pleasure was so strong that she momentarily lost consciousness.

As soon as the vortex of wind pulled on her nipples and areolas, which were flushed, stiff, erect, and swollen from being licked and sucked, her head rang.

“A-Ahh…”

The fact that her limbs were bound and she couldn’t even resist was pushing her further to the edge of the cliff of pleasure.

Her mouth hung open, and saliva dripped from between her parted lips.

Helen, unaware of the state of her face, opened her mouth and chest to breathe somehow.

“Heeuh! Haa-euuh!! S-Stop… I’m, I’m sorry… Pl-Please… J-Just sto…”

Is this my voice?

Her voice, a mixture of moans, groans, and screams, echoed through the lecture hall like an animal.

“Spit it out more. Engrave your position deeper in your heart. Don’t worry. The soundproofing in this old lecture hall is the best.”

She could hear a voice.

Her head was so messed up that she couldn’t tell whether it was the voice of Aison in the illusion or the voice of the illusion magician, Max.

“Do you understand what your position is now?”

“I, I understand… So, st-stop… Heeuh!!! Gaaah!!!”

*Pshhh!*

With just breast caresses, her body faltered, and urine sprayed from her crotch as if scattered.

The puddles and urine she sprayed soaked the floor of the lecture hall, but Helen was in no state to feel ashamed of it.

No.

It’s not because I like it…

“Heeuh!!”

The light faded from her eyes.

Her pupils involuntarily rolled upwards, and her body, drained of strength, slumped so low that she would have collapsed if not for the shackles.

Pussy juices were dripping from her crotch.

“Good reaction.”

Even just the touch of the man, who now looked like Max instead of Aison, as he touched her vulva…

“Eugeuk!”

…was enough to make her let out an animalistic groan, her body had become so sensitive.

This was not a noble lady, but just an animal.

A female beast exhausted from pleasure.

“Now that you know what you did wrong, you need to make a contract to match it, right?”

“Wh-What do you mean…”

“You’re going to make a contract with me. It’s a simple contract, so don’t worry. Just like spirits and humans make contracts, you and I will form a master-servant relationship. Since you’re dripping so much water, a water spirit would be good.”

“I…”

“Surely you haven’t come to your senses yet? I told you, I’m not that loser you ignored.”

“J-Just a moment…”

With a snap of his fingers, the vortexes began to spin again.

“Kyaaaah!!!”

*Pshhh!*

*Pat! Pat!*

The sound of the puddles she scattered hitting the marble floor rang in her ears.

Helen, whose mind had been blown away by the pleasure of the violent breast caresses, couldn’t even hear such sounds.

Her limbs were bound.

The spirits had fallen into the enemy’s hands.

Even their power was violating her.

Max’s power was not used at all to violate her breasts as if raping her.

He was only using the spirits that had been her power.

As if to imprint on her that she was now a powerless being who could no longer use her power.

Helen realized that she could not escape Max’s sticky desire that covered her.

Not unless she escaped from the illusion.

“I, I understand…”

“Are you willing to make a contract now?”

Helen nodded instead of answering.

She couldn’t endure it.

No matter how noble she was, that pleasure was not something she could dare to withstand.

The thought of finding the discrepancy and winning the bet had long since disappeared from her mind.

Now, she just wanted this illusion to end quickly.

“I’ll, I’ll do it…”

And she was ready to do anything to buy that time.

It was truly a desirable posture for a contract.

Gasping for breath and swallowing the saliva that flowed, she closed her eyes involuntarily as Aison, no, Max, approached her.

“Hic!”

It was an unknown fear.

She trembled, a fear that she should never have felt for a loser.

It was a moment when the trembling from fear, not pleasure, was imprinted on her body.

Max’s hand came closer.

Was she going to be hit?

Was he going to hit her?

I slapped him earlier, so he’s going to take revenge, right?

It’s going to hurt.

It really hurt when I was beaten by the thugs in the last illusion.

It hurt even though it was an illusion.

This time…

“I, I was wrong!”

Helen, who was shouting urgently, carefully opened her eyes at the sensation of being stroked on the head.

“You thought it through. Why did you resist so much when it could have ended so easily?”

“Uh, uh…?”

“I told you before, I’m your boyfriend.”

“…Y-You’re not going to hit me?”

“How could I hit you when I’m your boyfriend before I’m a trainer?”

Thank goodness.

Thank goodness.

I’m glad I wasn’t hit.

“If you listen well, I won’t hit you. You don’t have to feel as good as you did earlier. We can end it pleasantly. Do you understand what I mean?”

“Y-Yes…”

“The moment you make a contract with me in this place, you’ll forget that you’re a noble.”

“Forget that I’m a noble…?”

“Yes. You’re not a noble of Silvesta, nor an outstanding spiritist, but just an ordinary female and a water spirit contracted with me.”

“But…”

Helen couldn’t continue.

She felt fear just by making eye contact with him.

Helen, who had lowered her head, said in a crawling voice.

“I, I understand…”

“If you don’t want to feel better, you need to fix your tone.”

“I, I understand…”

I don’t want to be hit.

I don’t want to be hurt anymore.

It was a hardship that Helen, a precious young lady, had never experienced before.

And the hardship that Aison, Max, had created for her was enough to crush the mentality of Helen, who was as weak as a glass cannon.

“Let’s make a contract. You listen and obey when I command. Do you understand what I mean?”

“……Yes.”

As soon as she answered, Max took another step closer to her.

“Okay. Now I’ll make you feel good.”

“Uh…? But earlier…”

“Yeah. I won’t do anything that hurts that much.”

His thick fingers brushed her wet hair back.

As the shimmering silver hair was swept back, her ears, flushed bright red, were revealed, and he lightly nibbled on them.

“Hngh!!!”

The pleasant sensation, as intense as when he had passionately caressed her breasts earlier, pierced her mind.

Was it because it was closer to her brain?

An unfamiliar pleasure stabbed at her head like needles pricking her.

“Ah…”

A soft kiss followed the nibbling of her ear.

His lips moved along her neckline, exploring her mouth.

Helen, trembling with pleasure, didn’t resist his lips and touch, wanting to feel even more of the pleasant sensation.

No, she couldn’t resist.

Because if she did, the painful pleasure from earlier would overwhelm her.

Meanwhile, his fingers delved into her moist, wet pussy.

“Hnnngh!!!”

It felt so good that her toes curled.

Not knowing what to do with herself, Helen unconsciously wrapped her arms around Max’s waist.

Since when had her arms been free?

Was it from the moment she swore to the master-servant contract?

It didn’t matter anymore.

At that moment, the voice that escaped her lips was:

“Umm, yes, there, yes…”

A moan of pleasure.

A coquettish voice she would never have uttered in her original state.

With her mentality cracked and broken, Helen, in a state of self-abandonment, was gradually accepting the pleasure given to her.

Although her arms and legs were free, she didn’t think of running away.

Escape was not an option for Helen, who had already given up resisting.

Just to spend time without pain by flattering this man.

That was the only choice she could make.

That’s what she concluded.

Because she couldn’t win against this man.

Discrepancy?

I don’t need to look for that.

I already gave up on trying to find out Yuris’s weakness in the first place.

So.

It’s okay.

Losing this time doesn’t count.

So.

Right now, I just need to avoid the pain.

A continuing kiss.

Feeling his hands caressing her breasts, she also felt this man’s body.

It feels so good.

Why did I try to avoid it?

“Dork…”

“Not dork. You have to say ‘Master’.”

“M-Master…”

“Good girl.”

I was praised.

I was praised by Master.

Smiling foolishly, she felt that Max’s face in front of her was shining beautifully.

Amazing.

As beautiful as a spirit.

“Now, shouldn’t we perform the proper master-servant contract ritual?”

“Yes. We must perform the ritual.”

A sacred ritual, like making a contract with a spirit.

She instinctively realized that the ritual was sex.

Master’s crude cock stood tall like a pillar.

“Big…”

Helen stared blankly at the cock, mesmerized.

And the moment the pillar rubbed against her clit.

The illusion ended.

Master’s cock, which was about to enter her pussy, had disappeared, and in its place was a floor covered in what appeared to be her own scattered fluids and discharge.

“…Huh?”

“The allotted time is over.”

“Over…?”

“How was it? Did you feel like it wasn’t an illusion?”

“…”

She blankly raised her head.

Max was looking down at Helen.

“It’s really over?”

“Yes. Today was a short 60-minute session for supplementary lessons.”

“No…”

Why at such a crucial moment?

Helen looked down at her pants, soaked with sticky fluids.

The emptiness of returning to reality was overwhelming.

She gritted her teeth at the feeling that a part of her heart was empty.

Max asked her.

“So, did you find out what the discrepancy is?”