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117 – What Do You Mean by That?

117 – What Do You Mean by That?

I translated the Korean novel excerpt into English as requested, maintaining all lines, dialogue, narration, and formatting:

I faced Helen, who alternately looked at the leash in my hand and me as if entranced.

The situation she wanted was professor and graduate student.

She wanted a scenario where I, whom she always called teacher, became a professor, and she became my Imperial Academy researcher (in other words, a graduate student).

-It seemed like no one but the teacher could teach me. The teacher was the first person to trouble me with class problems.

The lecture on the past Illusion school that she saw in the illusion.

When we moved beyond the introduction to more advanced problems, Helen couldn’t solve any of them.

Of course, at that time she also couldn’t concentrate because of the illusion sex disguised as a lesson.

Anyway, that experience seemed to have influenced her.

She must have felt like she was facing an unsolvable problem then.

By the way, professor and graduate student, huh.

‘What an unusual taste.’

Of course, it was a relationship with almost no age difference, but the image given by social status was clear.

An old-fashioned, conservative image.

And the image of being used by such a professor.

‘A clear hierarchical relationship.’

Did she like this kind of thing?

Well.

When she first handed me the leash after deliberately losing to me in chess, the corners of her mouth were turned up.

Helen had always lived being served by others.

She was always the one being praised, not the one serving someone else.

But because of me, she learned to submit to someone.

It must have been a new experience for her.

For her, who enjoyed pursuing knowledge and staying ahead of others, it must have left a much deeper impression than usual.

That must have created this current illusion.

‘I didn’t expect her to ask me to come in with her though.’

Anyway, I entered as she requested.

Not as glasses Max, enemy Max, or bandit Max.

Just as Max himself.

What’s the difference from the illusion assistance so far, you ask?

There’s only one difference.

I can’t see the user’s inner desires shown by the magic circle.

And I can’t freely change my appearance.

‘There’s a limit to how much I can change my appearance.’

Since I was participating as an actor, not a task manager, it was natural that there were limits to the influence I could exert.

I had delegated all the editors I could take as a manager to the magic circle.

So my attire was similar to what Helen was wearing just before entering the illusion.

A white shirt with the collar unbuttoned.

And black dress pants with a leather belt.

In a way, it was formal attire for events, but in another way, it was the kind of suit researchers often wear.

Helen’s eyes sparkled as she faced me.

I approached her.

Then I put the leash around Helen’s neck.

Click.

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Helen didn’t resist until I put the leash on her.

Rather, she stretched out her neck as if she had been waiting, making it easier to put it on.

“Were you waiting for this so eagerly?”

“…No. I wasn’t waiting for this. I’m just… doing it because I have no choice.”

She forcibly lowered her voice to sound vicious.

It seemed she realized she needed to act defiant to receive proper education.

“Oh really? Then I’ll have to educate you properly.”

I pulled on the leash connected to her collar.

As the leash tightened, Helen’s body was drawn towards me.

“Ugh!”

A moan escaped Helen’s lips as she glared at me with eyes still full of defiance.

“What did I say? A graduate student who defies the professor has no reason to exist.”

“……”

“For a graduate student, the professor is someone who must be obeyed absolutely.”

“……”

“To me, you are nothing but a slave.”

“D-Don’t be ridiculous. I didn’t come here under those conditions.”

Helen cried out viciously.

“Didn’t you put on the collar yourself? Begging me to do whatever I wanted.”

I pulled on the leash again.

“Ugh.”

“It’s no use resisting. There’s nothing you can do against me.”

I could sense the desire beneath Helen’s gaze.

I instinctively felt this was the right answer.

Twisting the corners of my mouth, I heightened the atmosphere a bit more.

“Do you think anything would change if you screamed and went outside now? No. Rather, they would criticize you as a graduate student who failed to fulfill your duties. Saying you’re less than a researcher.”

“S-So what are you going to do with me……”

“What am I going to do? I’m going to make you properly understand your position.”

I approached Helen closely and whispered so only she could hear.

“That once you’ve become a graduate student, you’re nothing but a rag for me to use.”

“Y-You! If you act like this, my father will……”

“Do you still think Silvesta will protect you? That won’t happen.”

“What?”

“Once you’ve become a graduate student, I have the right to ‘use’ you within this academy.”

It was an absurd setting.

A graduate student being used by a professor.

But this was inside an illusion.

It was a place where anything impossible could happen.

And Helen, knowing this.

“Ugh, ugh……”

Though she clenched her mouth as if frustrated, she couldn’t control the corners of her lips trying to rise forcibly.

As if recalling what was about to happen to her.

I pulled on her leash.

“I’ll help you properly understand your position from now on.”

I grabbed the wrist of Helen as she was helplessly pulled along.

And then.

“Mmph!”

I gagged the mouth of the arrogant Helen.

The ball gag forced her mouth open and.

“Mmph! Mmph!”

Forcibly prevented Helen from speaking human language.

Though she struggled and resisted, even an excellent spiritualist couldn’t overcome a man’s strength.

She knew all too well that she could never use the power of spirits.

“Mmph!!!”

A stream of saliva dripped from Helen’s mouth as she wore the ball gag.

And I forcibly tore her clothes.

Rip!

“Mmph!”

As I tore her clothes, Helen struggled.

“Stay still. You can’t escape anyway.”

I subdued Helen’s body as she tried to leave her spot.

I looked down at Helen while straddling her as she resisted.

“If you obediently follow my words, I’ll let you go.”

Helen nodded her head while shedding tears at my words.

The defiant expression she first showed me had softened considerably.

“You’ve thought well.”

I stroked Helen’s head.

“Mmph……”

Was she excited just from having her head stroked?

Helen’s expression, which had been acting as a fiercely resisting graduate student, momentarily relaxed.

“……”

Helen, meeting my eyes, turned her head away.

Her face turned bright red.

I released my hands that were holding Helen’s body.

Though Helen had gained physical freedom with her clothes torn, she didn’t think to remove the ball gag blocking her mouth.

As if dominated by the thought that she shouldn’t resist, she was now docile.

Just.

“……”

Slightly covering her naked body was all she did.

What kind of play should I use to satisfy Helen today?

“Today, I think I’ll take a walk with my loyal dog.”

“Mmph!”

Helen resisted violently at my words.

“Don’t worry. No one will notice that you, Helen, are wearing a leash and naked.”

“……?”

“I’ll surround you with illusion magic. Other people will think you’re a perfectly normal Helen.”

“……”

“When in reality, you’re a perverted woman walking the school corridors on a leash for me.”

Helen shook her head strongly.

I briefly wondered if she really disliked it, but.

I saw Helen’s breathing becoming rougher as she looked at me.

The corners of her mouth, gagged by the ball gag, turned upwards.

Now she even grinned as if she had completely forgotten about acting.

Helen, who seemed to be captivated by the thought.

‘This is all just an illusion anyway.’

Yes.

As she thought, this academy classroom where Helen and I were standing was indeed an illusion.

But would the people there really feel like an illusion too?

Absolutely not.

The level of detail in the illusory characters created by the magic circle is perfect.

Even though she thinks it’s an illusion, she won’t be able to feel it’s an illusion at all.

She seemed to be imagining what would happen to her, panting heavily.

As I met the eyes of her writhing body, I thought.

‘Bingo.’

That this had hit the mark perfectly.

“Let’s go.”

I made a gesture of casting magic around her.

Then the magic circle computed and formed a faint mana barrier around Helen.

From now on, Helen will mistake this sensation for really having illusion magic cast around her body.

“Come.”

I pulled on the leash.

Then Helen, with her clothes torn and nearly naked, walked close beside me.

Creak.

As we opened the door and went out.

“Oh, Professor Max, you were here.”

It was a professor of liberal arts courses who was conducting research together in the adjacent faculty office.

I couldn’t remember his name.

‘The magic circle is passing on the information it generated to me.’

“Mmph!”

Helen, standing naked next to me, was startled by the sudden appearance of the professor and took another step closer to my side.

It seemed we had entered properly from the start.

Helen’s expression, which had been simply enjoying herself thinking it was an illusion, distorted pleasantly.

Bewilderment.

Fear.

Trembling.

And the excitement of possibly being caught.

Even the pleasure hidden at the base.

“I’ve been looking for you for a while. About the illusion magic we’re researching. I wanted to ask if you have any thesis materials. I asked Helen earlier, and she said you had them.”

The nameless professor turned his head towards Helen as he mentioned her.

Helen’s body, which met his eyes, twitched, transmitted through her skin.

“It’s Helen, right?”

She carefully nodded at the professor’s words.

Her heartbeat, seeing the professor act as if nothing was wrong with her appearance, was audible even to me.

“I’ll organize the materials and give them to you later. I have somewhere urgent to go right now.”

“Ah, I’m sorry. I guess I’ve needlessly interrupted the two of you. Oh, right. Professor Max.”

“Yes?”

“Don’t treat your slave too kindly. That’s why they don’t know their place and try to climb up.”

Leaving behind the words that a professor’s research assistant is a slave, the professor vanished.

I looked at Helen.

Transparent love juices flowed between the thighs of her trembling body as she held my hand.

It seemed she had a light orgasm, surprised by the encounter from the start.

But I continued walking down the corridor, holding onto her.

The corridor was quiet.

Not many people were passing by.

But Helen walked warily, looking around as if someone might pop out from somewhere.

Her eyes, scanning her surroundings, were filled with anxiety.

She, trembling as if someone might appear like before.

“Hello, Professor, Senior Helen.”

She flinched whenever students with innocent eyes passed by.

Feeling guilty towards the students who looked at their senior who graduated with top grades with admiring eyes.

Feeling humiliated when meeting the eyes of professors who viewed her as a slave.

Helen clung closer and closer to me.

But was she pleased that no one noticed anything strange about her?

“Mmph……”

She shivered and couldn’t move easily, as if her legs had given out.

Then.

“Mmph.”

Helen tugged at my clothes.

She urgently mumbled something as if she had something to say, pulling on my hand.

“What is it?”

“Pweash.”

“I can’t hear you well.”

“P.lease.”

I removed the ball gag blocking her mouth.

“I’m sorry, Professor… I’m sorry for being a slave who didn’t know her place and acted up. So please, now…”

She pleaded to me, trembling.

“Do it.”

“Do you know what that means when you say it?”

Even though it’s an illusion, she and I are currently participating as actors together.

When participating as a manager, I’ve always satisfied Helen by using pseudo-sensations to deceive various senses of the user.

That’s how I’ve always satisfied Helen.

But that’s impossible as an actor.

In other words, to give her what she wants, we have to actually do it for real, even if it’s inside an illusion.

“……”

Although I thought I had warned her sufficiently beforehand, Helen looked at me and.

“Yes.”

She nodded.