The Absolute Beings Obsessed with My Defeat Addiction – CH 36 MTL

I’m Sorry. For Using You.
Yuris hurriedly grabbed her sword and went outside.
The screams of people, the sounds of weapons clashing, and the crackling of fire grew louder, making her heart pound faster.
She threw open the tent flap and stepped out.
“Kkyaaagh!”
“Save me!”
“Stop the enemies, quickly!”
“The supply depot is on fire!”
“That’s not the priority! Those cavalry… Keugh!”
An arrow pierced the chest of the commander who was directing the scene.
“#$%@#$!”
“!#%@, kill them!”
It was the cavalry of the Phillipode Kingdom, her nemesis who had tormented her the most.
The Phillipode Kingdom was a powerful nation located in the eastern part of the Empire.
It was a hostile country that had fought countless wars with the Empire over territorial disputes since ancient times.
They did not declare themselves an empire, but they were one of the few powerful nations that could rival the Empire in national power.
Nomads who rode horses on the eastern steppes.
The difference from the northern barbarians, who were also nomads, was that they used systematic writing, their own magic, and technology to constantly harass the Empire.
In particular, their cavalry was like a demon that had tormented the Empire for a long time.
Using long spears and bows hanging from their waists to ravage the Empire’s infantry, the Phillipode cavalry was called “Messengers of the Devil” by the Empire’s people.
Cavalry with excellent archery skills that could easily knock down knights armed with solid plate armor and mana.
This cavalry was the main culprit that prevented the Empire from easily crossing their borders in the past.
If Yuris hadn’t completely crushed this cavalry as the 1st Knight Commander, the Phillipode Kingdom would still be aiming for the Empire’s borders with its powerful cavalry at the forefront.
Yes.
The Messengers of the Devil, whom she had once annihilated, had been resurrected and appeared before her again.
“Ah, it’s the Messengers of the Devil!”
“How did they get here…?”
“This is the rear!”
The soldiers panicked at the appearance of the Messengers of the Devil.
Everyone was looking at Yuris.
As if she was their only hope.
Yuris looked at the cavalry.
Their armor was as light as possible, but it was by no means something to be taken lightly.
It was made of leather from the Black-Bison, which only lived in the eastern steppes.
It was a monster with flames burning on its horns, and its leather was strong and resilient, not pierced by arrows or torn by swords unless it was loaded with mana.
Wearing that meant that each cavalryman was skilled enough to catch the Black-Bison, which was not easy to catch.
The warriors of the Phillipode Kingdom, with their black hair tied back and crimson tattoos on their faces, were wreaking havoc, harassing the Imperial soldiers who were taking out their weapons from the barracks.
“Haa, haa.”
Seeing that, her breath gradually became rough even though she hadn’t been harmed in any way.
Her lower abdomen heated up just imagining what she would be subjected to.
Phillipode.
A past enemy that no longer existed.
The enemy she had crushed with her own hands had been resurrected and returned.
Defeat.
The word she had tried so hard to erase began to become clearer in her mind.
The hand holding the sword trembled.
“Lady Yuris!”
“Goddess of Victory!”
“Protect us!”
The soldiers shouted.
Even if it was in a fantasy, she couldn’t back down here.
If she collapsed, everyone here would collapse.
“@$%#$^!!”
Enmity was creeping out from the Phillipode cavalry who had discovered her.
It was then.
“Commander!”
“Zeco…?”
“Commander, I’ve gathered all the members of the Knights who could be gathered!”
Behind Vice-Commander Zeco stood familiar faces of the Knights.
“Why, why are you here…?”
This should be a fantasy?
“Commander, what are you saying? If we’re not on the battlefield where the Commander is, who else would be?”
She felt a sense of alienation, wondering if this place was real, but Yuris knew clearly.
That the place she was standing now was in a fantasy.
Because she had personally subjugated them, the Phillipode cavalry.
“Give us your orders.”
“…Let’s go.”
She didn’t know what awaited her after this, but first, she would kill the enemy in front of her.
That would be the story she wanted in her fantasy.
“For the Empire!”
The Imperial Knights, who had not yet mounted their horses, collided with the Phillipode cavalry.
It was a fierce battle where they killed and were killed.
Yuris expected it.
The future where she would ‘lose’ in this battle.
She was looking forward to it.
How she would be defeated and collapse.
Who would be the one to break her down and dominate her.
Yuris swung her sword.
Whoosh.
Kkyaaagh!
The spears of the Phillipode cavalry broke, and the enemies at the front fell in an instant.
“Uwaaa!”
The cheers of the Imperial soldiers were heard.
Huh?
This shouldn’t be happening?
Yuris frowned at the development that was different from what she had expected.
Why is the power coming out properly?
It was different in the previous fantasy.
No matter how hard she tried to use her power, wasn’t she just a noble lady?
That’s why she couldn’t even resist the bandits.
‘Why now?’
There was no one who could stop the Goddess of Victory who was properly emitting sword energy.
It didn’t matter how strong the Black-Bison leather worn by the Phillipode cavalry was.
Because there was nothing that her sword, wrapped in sword energy, could not cut.
‘Disappointing.’
Yuris bit her lip in boredom and tedium as she watched the cavalry collapse helplessly, just like in reality.
They were weak.
Too weak.
Even if it was in a fantasy, once she was able to exert her true power, even the warriors of Phillipode fell in one blow.
It was a moment when she was slightly disappointed in the illusion magician.
“Kyaa!”
Her sword was knocked away by the sword of a suddenly appearing assailant.
Yuris saw a warrior blocking her way.
“%$@^&*#$.”
The warrior, speaking in the Phillipode language, was wearing a black mask, unlike the other cavalry.
The warrior skillfully parried her sword.
One head taller than the other warriors, with broad shoulders, and numerous scars visible on his exposed skin.
She could tell at a glance how strong this man was.
‘Could this person be…’
A little expectation.
And fear.
Yuris tightened her grip on the sword.
She didn’t want to succumb to someone weaker than herself.
Forcibly succumbing was not her taste.
The warrior, who was riding on horseback, tapped his chest twice.
Yuris knew what that meant.
A duel of honor.
“@!%^#@%#$!, Honor^&#!%$@#.”
A fair duel to determine the winner and loser.
“Okay. I accept.”
Yuris nodded, realizing the meaning.
Yuris, holding her sword straight, rushed at the masked man.
For victory?
Or perhaps wanting defeat.
The two swords met.
In the duel that started like that.
“Kyaa!”
Yuris was defeated.
And overwhelmingly so.

At first, it was evenly matched.
It was no exaggeration to say that her and the masked man’s skills were equal.
She had put the masked man on the offensive, and the masked man had countered it.
A fierce duel with attacks and defenses going back and forth.
Yuris was inwardly embarrassed by the perfect stalemate, where even the slightest mistake could not be tolerated.
‘This man, he’s strong.’
He was a strongman who did not exist in reality.
But she didn’t feel like she was going to lose.
She could win.
Just a little.
If only a little more attack went in.
It was the first time.
A warrior who was so evenly matched with her.
She was excited.
Because it was the first time she had fought like this.
But she had to end it.
For victory.
To minimize the damage by driving out the enemy.
She had to kill this man here.
She found an opening in the masked man with a full-force attack.
And just before she was about to aim for that gap accurately.
A strong male scent stung her nose.
It was a scent that made her head spin.
“Ah.”
As soon as she smelled that scent, Yuris felt the strength drain from her body.
The attack that aimed for the final blow, aiming for the gap, missed miserably.
That was Yuris’ last attack.
The masked man’s sword struck her sword, and Yuris’ sword flew high into the sky and stuck into the ground.
“It’s, over.”
The scent felt similar to the bandits who had suppressed her in the past.
It felt like the bandits who had made her just a noble lady had returned.
Yuris, who had lost her sword and been defeated, felt herself trembling.
“Ah, ah…”
So it was this person.
The absolute being who would lead her to defeat.
Her master, who could never exist in reality.
Her body shuddered at the man’s scent, which grew stronger as the masked man approached.
Her breath caught in her throat, and her blood flowed quickly.
With rough breaths and trembling eyes.
Yuris, not knowing what to do, looked at the masked man looking down at her.
“Strong. But you. Goddess of Victory. Not.”
The masked man, who spoke clumsy Imperial, approached her.
Sniff sniff.
He moved his nose and smelled her.
As if a bitch was smelling to confirm her master.
Even though she knew she shouldn’t, Yuris’ body instinctively enjoyed the man’s scent.
She shouldn’t.
She shouldn’t.
She had to somehow defeat this masked man who was asserting that she was not the Goddess of Victory.
‘Ah…’
The more she smelled it, the more strangely addictive the scent stimulated her sense of smell.
It felt like every female cell in her body was awakening just from smelling it.
Saying that a strong male to hold her had finally come.
The masked man, looking down at such Yuris, said in a calm voice.
“My, victory.”
“…”
“Price, will receive.”
The masked man, who spoke clumsy Imperial, approached her.
“Wh, what are you doing?”
“Price. Receive. Death, or prisoner.”
The masked man telling her to choose between being a prisoner or death.
“Prisoner no, all death.”
The masked man pointed to the knights and soldiers who had been watching the battle from behind her.
Their morale broken by Yuris’ defeat, they were kneeling, captured as prisoners by the cavalry.
The sight of them not being able to resist at all was just like her now.
It had collapsed.
The spirit of the Empire, victory.
‘It ended with my defeat.’
A strange sense of depravity tickled her chest.
The despair of being defeated pricked at Yuris’ heart.
Her breathing became rougher and rougher.
“Answer.”
In the midst of this, the masked man demands an answer.
As if threatening to kill everyone if she doesn’t speak now.
“Haa, haa, alright. I’ll… become a prisoner.”
Yuris opened her mouth with difficulty.
As if understanding those words, the only visible part of the masked man’s face – his eyes – curved into crescent moons.
“Good decision. Armor, remove it.”
“What?”
Yuris looked at the man before her.
“You agreed, to be prisoner. Obey.”
“Ah, even so…”
“Obey. Or death.”
As he lifted his massive sword, his exposed muscles rippled.
Gulp.
A man with strength she could never overcome no matter how much she struggled.
“Fine. I’ll take it off.”
Yuris removed the armor that had been protecting her body.
A knight removing her own armor in front of the enemy.
What could be more humiliating than this?
“Captain!”
“You can’t!”
“Please…”
She heard the desperate voices of her subordinate knights.
Yuris felt an intense excitement, to the point of dizziness, at this act that seemed like declaring herself no longer a knight.
The voices of her subordinate knights intensified that sense of blasphemy.
‘I’m sorry. For using you like this.’
Right now, they were being used in her fantasy.
A fantasy solely to fulfill her desire for defeat.
‘I’m sorry. Everyone.’
Because I’m an incompetent captain.
You’re all suffering because of me.
Though she knew she shouldn’t be doing this, Yuris felt her body grow hotter under the gaze of the knights she knew and who knew her.
Her nipples hardened.
She breathed heavily, fearful of what would happen to her now.
Yuris glanced at the knights from the corner of her eye.
They were gritting their teeth in anger, eyes closed.
Only one person was staring intently, as if to engrave the image of her defeat in his mind to fuel his revenge.
It was Zeko.
Vice-captain Zeko.
Her reliable colleague who remained as the vice-captain of their knight order despite being capable of serving as a captain.
Clutching his injured shoulder, he stared fixedly at her and the masked man.
‘I’m sorry.’
Her chest ached with the sense of blasphemy.
She managed to tear her gaze away from him with difficulty.
The masked man took another step closer.
The scent grew stronger.
Now it was so strong she could barely stand.
Ah, such a potent smell.
Yuris knew where that smell was coming from.
The bulging lower half.
It was the intense odor emanating from the groin housing that heavy, large thing.
Ah, she shouldn’t be doing this.
But her gaze kept being drawn there.
The masked man looked down at her silently.
And then.
Riiip!
“Kyaaah!”
He tore her clothes right off.
Her white breasts were exposed.
“Captain!!!!”
She heard the cries of her subordinate knights as they witnessed her humiliation.
At this rate, everyone would die.
That must not happen.
Even if it was in a fantasy, they were her comrades.
She didn’t want to see them die.
Yuris raised her hand to calm them.
“I-I’m fine. So preserve your lives.”
Before Yuris could finish speaking, the masked man roughly grabbed her breast with his large hand.
“Hnngh!”
The masked man began to touch Yuris’s body as if appraising her.
He kneaded her breasts, ran his hands down her waist, and groped her buttocks.
And when his thick fingers entered between Yuris’s thighs.
“Hnnnng…”
Yuris let out a moan unbefitting of a battlefield.
“Large breasts. Firm buttocks. Easily excited body. A woman good for bearing children.”
He looked down at her as if passing judgment.
Meeting the intense gaze of the masked man staring at her, Yuris thought:
‘It feels like I’m being violated by those eyes.’
Her body trembled, feeling as if she had already been raped several times.
What words could she, already a defeated person, possibly say?
She could only hope for mercy from the enemy commander.
“You. I will make you my wife.”
“What?”
“Refuse and everyone dies.”
The masked man’s hand pointed towards her subordinate knights and soldiers.
“…”
She had no choice.
If she refused the proposal here, everyone would die.
Yuris could acutely realize what the humiliation of the defeated meant.
The defeated truly cannot do anything.
She bit her lip in misery.
But for some reason, the corners of her mouth twitched upwards slightly.
She looked at her subordinates who were also captured like her.
To save them.
I’m ‘sacrificing’ myself so that everyone doesn’t die.
Yes.
That’s right.
So I haven’t done anything wrong.
“A-Alright.”
As Yuris declared that she would become the wife of the enemy commander, she felt her heart constrict tightly.
It was a declaration of defeat from her own lips.