Now You Are an Accomplice

The illusion Helen was watching was designed to allow her to fully experience Yuris’s ‘defeat’ and ‘lust.’

And to that, she added what she hated most.

-Do you have any disliked preferences?

-I hate losers. Losers who have no intention of improving themselves. I feel like their sense of defeat will rub off on me if I’m around them. But why are you asking this?

Loser.

She was told that she had to pick one person to answer with in order to show her the same thing Yuris had seen.

-There’s this loser in the academy. He’s gloomy, a loner, can’t study properly so he has no abilities, and his clothes are old and shabby.

She engraved the loser derived from her words into the magic circle.

Unlike Yuris, who had a firm preference, Helen’s illusion was a little different.

Instead of extracting from existing images, she decided to create an illusion video based on the memories she had in her head.

It would be a little more difficult than with Yuris, but this method would work best for Helen.

Because there is a real, clear object of hatred.

So, as she wished(?), I decided to create a situation where Helen ‘loses’ to the person she hates the most, collapsing due to ‘lust.’

I would be able to guess what kind of video Yuris saw, and at the same time, she would reflect on her arrogant attitude, even if only a little.

“You have a lot of stubbornness and pride.”

I, who was playing the loser in Helen’s illusion, said as I watched Helen, who didn’t give up her pride until the end.

Even in the illusion, she was protecting her pride as Sylvesta until the end.

Even though she had become the kind of person she hated the most.

Even in a situation where she was being humiliated by such a being, Helen was holding on to her sanity quite firmly.

She kept denying herself, who had lost everything in the illusion.

If it were a normal person, they would have indulged in pleasure and enjoyed this situation long ago.

Of course, that resolve seems to waver the moment she sees herself in the mirror, completely ruined like a whore.

‘Well, it’s not like she came into the illusion because she wanted to.’

Unlike Yuris, who originally wanted to be defeated, Helen entered this illusion to find Yuris’s weakness.

Moreover, it was a forced injection of the situation she originally hated the most, not the desire she wanted.

‘The resistance could be severe.’

Her reaction was quite good data.

Not only is there data that people with strong mental strength like Helen can easily endure even when faced with other desires, but also that people who are familiar with illusion magic somehow find a way to escape from illusion magic.

‘I need to work carefully so that the gap doesn’t show.’

She tried to escape the crisis several times with spirit magic, but it wouldn’t be possible.

High-level illusion magic could reverse the arrangement of mana, preventing any magic or aura from being created.

And that was the same for spirits.

No matter how much she shouted to the spirits, they wouldn’t hear her.

The voice of the spirit shouted in a situation where the mana arrangement was reversed could never reach the spirit world.

‘There are only two illusion mages in the world who can do this.’

Me and my teacher, Mayko.

Only these two can perfectly twist the mana arrangement of illusion magic to this extent.

I suffered so much to complete this.

With this, I can create videos that can satisfy desires in any situation.

‘If you tear the world apart because you don’t like the video, the immersion will be too low.’

Now, let’s see how much more our Sylvesta young lady, who can’t use spiritism, can enjoy.

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“Why… isn’t there an answer.”

Helen murmured, sobbing.

She whispered and shouted to the spirits to come out more than dozens of times to escape from this loser.

But the spirits never answered her call even once.

It was a situation where she couldn’t escape alone no matter how hard she tried.

“Do you understand now? You’re a useless loser now. Just like me, who you hated so much.”

His thick fingers entered her panties.

With the movement of his fingers squishing her pussy lips.

With his hand squeezing her clit tightly.

“Hnnngh!”

A moan kept leaking from her tightly closed mouth.

Her wetness dripped onto her panties.

It was definitely a sensation she hated.

“Hng… Hnnng…”

Her hips wiggled every time this man rubbed his fingers.

She had to endure it.

She definitely didn’t want to see this loser enjoy it.

“Haa, haa.”

Her body didn’t follow her will.

Just like the spirits had betrayed her.

Just like the family had abandoned her.

Even her body was resisting her will.

Twitch, twitch.

Every time his fingers entered her pussy and tapped her vaginal walls.

“Kghh!!!”

A moan burst out from between her lips.

Her eyes rolled upwards.

Her muscles trembled and she couldn’t control her whole body.

“Did you come again? This is already the fourth time. Are you still not admitting it?”

Helen’s body, weakened by the climax, leaned against the loser’s body.

On the outside, he was a weak loser, no different from her.

But when she leaned against him, she could feel the firm muscles under his clothes.

So, a man’s body is this firm.

Even if he’s a loser.

What are you thinking?

Get a grip, Helen.

“Don’t rest. Spread your legs.”

“Kyaaah!!!”

She let out a moan as if complaining, coming in during a moment of carelessness.

“Eugh! Hnnngh!!”

Her body, which had never accepted a man before, drooled every time his fingers entered.

Her pussy, which had once felt pleasure, spat out sticky wetness and desired even greater pleasure.

“Now rub yourself.”

“……What?”

“Masturbate yourself. Shouldn’t you start doing it yourself now?”

“……”

“I’ll let you go if you climax on your own. Isn’t there something you wanted to find, even if you don’t know what it is?”

“Okay.”

“But.”

The loser stood her in front of a full-length mirror.

“Masturbate using yourself in the mirror as your spank bank. Wouldn’t this be better for a narcissist like you? Rather than masturbating with just a man.”

“……”

This is better.

Rather than masturbating with that loser as her spank bank.

It’s better to look at myself.

Helen looked at herself reflected in the mirror.

Now she was standing naked in front of the mirror, having taken off all her clothes.

The only symbol of Sylvesta was her long silver hair.

Even that was stuck to her body and a mess due to her saliva and sweat.

Everything that originally filled her with pride was defiled.

She couldn’t take her eyes off it.

Because it was an order.

She would only be released if she did this.

“Spread your legs like a crab and masturbate while exposing your pussy.”

Clenching her teeth, she crab-walked and exposed her pussy.

A sense of defeat tightened her heart.

She was breathless, but she had to endure it.

Endure it. Endure it.

If she could just endure this…

She started masturbating, comforting herself that the real her was fine.

Squish, squish.

Helen’s slender fingers entered her pussy.

Her way of masturbating was to only insert one index finger because she was always afraid of touching this place.

“You must always masturbate like that.”

She could feel her pussy twitching every time she stimulated the mucous membrane of her vaginal wall.

This was the first time this had happened.

Her body was too sensitive.

Was it because the afterglow of the orgasm that this loser had forced on her hadn’t completely disappeared yet?

“Hnnngh, hnnng… Haaht!”

Her hips tensed and her back arched.

It was a stimulation that her hands had never given her before.

Was it because she was sensitive from being touched by the loser just now?

That couldn’t be.

Fwoosh, fwoosh.

Her pussy, desiring an orgasm, bit her finger hard.

As if to devour it.

As her finger went in and out of her tightly closed pussy, she could hear the sound of condensed air exploding.

She was mortified by the sound of her pussy farting.

“Your pussy must have been very hungry. Were you that impatient?”

But.

It wasn’t filling her up.

Something was missing.

She couldn’t go as easily as before.

Why?

She felt so good.

She had to go quickly.

She could only escape from here if she climaxed.

As if possessed, she put her middle finger into her pussy as well.

“Hnnngh!”

Fwack!

The sensation of her pussy biting her finger became clearer.

She liked the feeling of her pussy widening.

Her back arched.

She didn’t even think about suppressing her voice anymore.

“This feels goo…d.”

Even though her pussy was pressing so hard that her finger hurt, it still wasn’t enough.

More, more. I have to do more.

To climax and escape, something thicker…

It was when she was about to put her ring finger in as well.

“I clearly told you to use your own appearance as your spank bank, didn’t I?”

“What…?”

“It’s a problem if you keep saying pussy pussy because you like the pleasure of your pussy.”

Helen raised her head.

In the mirror, there was a vulgar silver-haired girl standing with her legs spread, trying to feel better on her own.

She had none of the dignity of a noble.

None of the elegance of a spiritist.

None of the sharpness of an academy student.

Just.

Her face, flushed with pleasure, was all vulgarity.

Desiring desire.

Even if it was to escape this situation.

The Helen reflected in the mirror now.

Looked uglier than ever.

It was the image she herself loathed the most.

“What a pathetic sight.”

A snickering nerd’s voice.

She saw the nerd’s face looking at her in the mirror.

He wore the smile of a victor.

“You wanted to escape that badly? Enough to spread your legs like a whore?”

“N-No… that’s…”

The whore in the mirror tilts her head.

They both knew it was an empty gesture.

It was the moment the pride she had been guarding in a corner of her heart wavered.

Squish, squish.

“Ughhh!”

Her fingers were moving on their own, seeking pleasure against her will.

“Go while engraving your whore-like self.”

At the nerd’s voice mocking her.

“Ughhh!!!!”

A pleasure she had never felt before washed over her.

“Ahhh…”

It felt like her brain cells were being crushed.

Thud.

She collapsed on the spot, feeling her body getting wet with her overflowing juices, and watched herself in the mirror with vacant eyes.

The nerd was gone, but she couldn’t leave.

When she came to her senses again.

“Are you awake now?”

The face of the Illusion Mage was visible.

She felt that she was back in the shop.

And Helen instinctively looked down.

She saw her fingers touching her precious womanhood.

“Don’t tell me I…”

“Yes. You were vigorously masturbating while having the illusion. I guess you liked it.”

“N-No, that’s not…”

Helen couldn’t continue.

Immediately following,

“This is the video Lady Yuris saw.”

“Yuris saw this?”

“It’s not the same video, of course. She also saw her ‘desire.’ I can’t tell you exactly what she saw.”

“Desire…”

“Our shop shows you the ‘desire’ you want.”

“…”

Is this the desire I want?

Helen denied it inwardly, saying that couldn’t be.

“Now you’re an accomplice.”

She couldn’t say anything to the Illusion Mage’s words as he looked down at her and smiled.

She was just trembling from the lingering heat of the deep climax.