Sylvester’s Pride Trampled by a Loser

The sensation of not being able to properly use her power was foreign.

The spirits were Helen’s limbs, after all.

 

Therefore, she was disconcerted by the spirits’ lack of response, no matter how much she called out to them.

They were the ones who would naturally spring forth and protect her whenever there was a threat to her body, even without her explicit command.

 

“Wh-Why…”

 

Why weren’t they responding even as she was being humiliated by this pathetic loser?

 

Answer me quickly and come find me.

Come quickly and deal with this loser and that wizard…

 

“What? Still looking for your old spirits?”

 

The loser, who was fondling her breasts, sneered at her.

 

“You son of a bitch…”

“Still haven’t come to your senses, huh? Well, I guess it’s understandable since you’ve forgotten your entire position. Your boyfriend will help you understand.”

“Wh-Who’s your boyfriend…”

“To say that after seeing that crystal ball earlier. I’m hurt.”

 

The loser, who was clutching her breasts, kissed her neck.

 

“S-Stop it!”

“If you shout, others will see soon, are you sure you want that? Class is about to start.”

“What?”

“Everyone’s gone inside the lecture hall to attend class. Except for us two loners. Are you okay with showing this state of yours to others?”

 

Who could she show her current state to, being pinned down by a loser and having her breasts violated?

 

But she needed someone else’s help to get through this situation.

 

“Someone help me… Mmph!”

“Still haven’t come to your senses.”

 

Helen couldn’t say anything with the loser’s hand forcibly covering her mouth.

 

Just a loser.

She had never once imagined that she would be dragged around like this by a loser she had always ignored and despised.

 

How could she imagine it?

 

She and this loser lived in different worlds.

 

She was the proud Silvesta.

And this loser was just a nobody, a loner.

 

“No one’s going to help you, you know?”

“…Don’t talk nonsense.”

“Really? Then shall we bet?”

“What?”

“I’ll go inside right now and harass you in front of the professor and students, and we’ll see how everyone reacts.”

 

Helen twisted her lips.

 

“You must have done something with illusion magic already. I don’t believe anything you do.”

“You were beaten by those thugs earlier, and you still think it’s an illusion? Really?”

 

The loser roughly grabbed her breast.

 

“Hngh!”

“Look, you’re already moaning just from me grabbing your breast. There’s no way this is an illusion, is there?”

“D-Don’t be ridiculous… Hngh!”

 

His fingers caressed her nipples.

 

“You like it there, don’t you? You like it because I showed you often.”

“Hng, haah! S-Stop…”

 

It was when Helen was whimpering from the loser’s caresses on her breasts.

 

“Hey, what are you doing there?”

 

It was a familiar face.

Professor Simonde, the spirit studies professor.

The professor who cherished and liked her the most.

 

He had said that Helen would change all the paradigms of the spirit world in the future.

 

“Professor Simonde! H-Help me!”

 

She urgently shouted towards Professor Simonde.

But his eyes were not directed at her.

 

“Young Lord Propard, how many times do I have to warn you to get to class on time?”

“I’m sorry, Professor.”

“P-Professor?”

 

Helen, flustered by the professor’s attitude of openly ignoring her, stammered and called out to Professor Simonde.

 

She had to get out of here quickly.

She knew that this world and Professor Simonde were fake, but she still needed to use whatever she could.

 

“Professor, it’s me, Helen. Helen Silvesta, the best spirit mage. I’m being harassed by a loser I don’t even know. Please deal with this person quickly! Now!”

 

At her words, Simonde’s gaze finally turned to Helen.

A cold gaze as if looking at a bug.

 

Tsk.

 

Professor Simonde clicked his tongue and looked at the loser again.

 

“Young Lord Propard, didn’t you clearly say that you would properly educate the commoner Helen?”

“…Huh?”

“I’m sorry, Professor.”

“How dare a commoner speak informally and give orders to a noble and a professor. Isn’t that unacceptable? If you don’t educate her properly, I will expel not only Helen but also you, Young Lord, so keep that in mind.”

“I will keep that in mind. Don’t worry.”

 

She blankly watched Professor Simonde walk away.

 

“See? That’s your position here.”

“…This can’t be.”

 

Even if it was an illusion, the gaze that looked down on her was unbearably cruel.

 

So this is how it feels?

 

The feeling of helplessness, of not being able to do anything?

 

She knew it was an illusion, but she felt like her head was being squeezed.

A nasty, strange feeling.

 

Helen couldn’t say anything because of the feeling she had never experienced before.

 

“Looks like you’ve realized your position now. Let’s go. To our secret classroom.”

 

As she was being dragged away, Helen mulled over the sense of defeat she was feeling.

This feeling, as if she was nothing, began to slowly take root in a corner of her heart, unpleasantly.

 

And when Helen regained her composure.

 

“How is it? Our place of memories.”

 

She was standing with the loser in a deserted old lecture hall.

 

“It’s unpleasant. I want to leave right now, so stop…”

“You heard what the professor said earlier. I have a duty to properly educate you. I opposed the professors who wanted to expel you. I said I would tame you well as a docile commoner.”

“Your jokes aren’t funny. Memories created by an illusion…”

“I’m hurt. But it’s okay. It’ll be fun to fix your memories again.”

 

The loser finished speaking and approached her.

 

And then.

 

Rip!

 

“Aaaah!”

 

He roughly tore off her clothes.

 

“I was going to explain kindly with words, but I can’t anymore. I’ll have to use some force.”

 

As he tore off her tattered clothes, equally worn-out underwear was revealed.

It was her favorite mint-colored underwear.

The underwear that covered Helen’s large breasts was frayed because it hadn’t been repaired for a long time.

 

She knew it was an illusion, but it was too ugly.

 

Beautiful, white skin asserted its presence beneath the worn-out underwear.

 

“You’re definitely pretty.”

“Y-You…”

“I said I’d use force. Get a good taste of being taken advantage of by the loser you looked down on so much.”

 

He removed the bra that covered her breasts.

 

Then, he roughly grabbed her breasts with both hands.

Helen’s breasts, which were like soft whipped cream cake, changed shape under the loser’s touch.

Her breasts, so large that they couldn’t be easily grasped in one hand, were violated by the loser.

 

“Don’t… Mmph…”

 

Helen, realizing that the loser liked it when she moaned, covered her mouth with her hand and suppressed her moans as much as possible.

She didn’t know how this illusion worked, but she wouldn’t give them anything to enjoy.

 

She gritted her teeth and endured.

 

Even if she screamed and resisted, if it continued, she would just endure until this man lost interest.

 

She bit her lower lip and somehow suppressed her rough breathing.

 

Endure. Endure.

Just endure a little longer.

Until this loser loses interest.

 

She squeezed her eyes shut and suppressed the sensations she felt.

 

But her breasts, being fondled by the man’s hands, defied her resolve and accepted the man’s touch, her nipples hardening.

 

“It’s cute that you’re enduring, but your body is honest, isn’t it?”

“…”

“It’s okay. I’ll make you moan soon. I know everything you like.”

 

He bit her breast.

He brought his mouth to her upper breast and sucked on it so hard that his cheeks caved in.

 

“Mmph…”

 

She squirmed at the tickling sensation on her breast.

 

She rubbed her thighs together and twisted her body from side to side without realizing it.

In her mind, it was an action to escape, but to others, it was no different from a courtship behavior to seduce the man, unable to contain her excitement.

 

‘Why am I being subjected to this loser…’

 

A terrible sense of humiliation surged up.

The fact that she, who had always been at the top of the food chain, dominating someone, couldn’t even beat this insignificant loser.

Was she worse than a herbivore?

 

I am a princess of the Silvesta family.

 

But contrary to her thoughts, her body was gradually becoming accustomed to the humiliation this loser was giving her.

 

The loser’s tongue, which gathered her large breasts and licked both nipples, was so skilled that it had made many women cry.

He licked her breasts and constantly checked Helen’s condition.

 

“It’s getting harder and harder? Do you like it that much?”

“If the spirits return…”

“Then you’ll have to obey me for the rest of your life. Because the spirits will never return to you.”

 

It was as painful as someone forcibly grabbing her breast.

Her heart was beating so fast that it was hard to breathe.

 

Because she didn’t resist and remained silent, the terrible sense of defeat she felt became even clearer.

 

It was a humiliation she had never experienced in her life.

 

Being forcibly stripped of her clothes.

Having her breasts sucked and being harassed.

 

Even if it was an illusion, it was hard to endure.

 

“Haa, haa.”

 

Her breathing was getting rougher and rougher.

 

Hatred surged up.

She was so angry that she wanted to kill this man right now, but she was desperately despondent that there was nothing she could do right now.

 

The more she felt that emotion, the faster her heart beat.

 

Blood rushed to her head, making it hot.

Amidst the dizziness, she felt a tingling sensation in her chest.

 

That chest no one had ever touched.

The chest that even the academy students, even the so-called thugs, didn’t dare to look at.

 

This loser was ravaging it as he pleased.

 

As if it were his own.

 

In the fantasy, the professor was treating it as a given, even saying this man was her handler.

 

That annoyed her even more.

Even if it was a fantasy.

 

This kind of guy, me?

 

Her pride was wounded.

 

It was then.

 

“Haa, now I’m warmed up enough. Now, open your mouth.”

“What?”

“Open your mouth. I’m going to make you do even better things from now on.”

“You think I’m the kind of person who opens her mouth just because you tell me to… Ugh!”

 

The loser grabbed her cheeks tightly with his hands.

Her lips parted naturally.

 

In the fantasy, nothing was in her control.

 

“Stick out your tongue. Before I forcibly pull it out.”

 

Helen, who hated that more than anything, startled and stuck out her tongue.

 

“It’s been a while since I’ve done a kiss of oath.”

“Wha?”

“What else? In this academy, I’m your master.”

“Guh uh! Ugh!”

 

The loser’s tongue forcibly covered hers.

 

She tried to resist by closing her mouth, but she couldn’t close it because of his hand forcibly opening it.

 

The slippery, hot tongue of the loser roughly pushed her tongue around.

It was a tenacious tentacle ravaging her purity, a dirty hand beckoning corruption.

 

Each time their tongues met and separated, their saliva mixed and stretched like thread.

 

Wasn’t it said that the most sensitive part of the human body was inside the mouth?

 

The loser’s skillfully moving tongue began to awaken her senses, senses she had never used before, little by little.

 

‘This is unpleasant.’

 

It was her first kiss.

A forbidden zone that no one had dared to touch.

 

That place was taken by this pathetic loser.

 

The thought of that loser’s thing entering her body made Helen feel a humiliation she had never felt before.

 

She wanted to spit it out immediately, but the loser didn’t let go of her mouth.

 

Lips met lips, and tongues intertwined.

When the loser’s tongue began to touch and roam inside her mouth, Helen squeezed her eyes shut.

 

The moment she closed her eyes, the sensation became even clearer.

 

Somewhere between unpleasantness and pleasure.

 

This terrible sensation evoked by the devil’s tongue had no intention of leaving her mouth.

 

Annoying.

Why do I have to go through this?

I only came here to find out Yuris’s weakness.

 

Tears came out.

Miserable and sad.

Even though she knew it was a fantasy, this feeling was too realistic.

 

Much more than the pleasure she was feeling in her body right now.

 

“Puh-ha, it seems you liked the kiss of oath with your master.”

 

The loser’s mouth was covered in her saliva.

And as if symbolizing their intense kiss, Helen’s lipstick was smeared.

 

It was a vulgar and sticky sight.

 

The loser, who smiled refreshingly, reached for her private area.

 

“To be leaking so much pussy juice like a beast in heat.”

 

A finger that suddenly went into her skirt fondled her femininity.

 

“Hngh!”

 

No matter how hard she tried to hold back, she couldn’t hold back the pleasure rising from below.

 

“Even your thighs are wet. You were so focused on the nipple caress and kiss that you didn’t even notice?”

 

On the loser’s finger that came up again, a transparent and slippery fluid that appeared to be hers was glistening.

 

“No. That, that can’t be…”

“Then see for yourself. There’s a mirror.”

 

The loser, who lifted Helen’s skirt, dragged her in front of the mirror.

 

Helen saw it.

 

In the mirror, her blue eyes were unfocused and glazed over, her face was flushed as if she was very excited, her hair, which she had shaken to suppress the pleasure, was messily stuck to her face, and the corners of her mouth were glistening with the loser’s saliva.

 

Her nipples and areolas, which were fully erect, flaunted their presence, revealing that she was excited, and the panties visible under her lifted skirt were completely soaked and overflowing with fluid.

The fluid was flowing down her thighs.

 

“This is me, you say?”

 

This can’t be.

I clearly, clearly hated it.

There’s no way I could like what this man is doing.

 

“How…”

“Now be honest.”

 

The loser, who whispered in her ear, was grinning slyly.