The Absolute Beings Obsessed with My Defeat Addiction – CH 38 MTL

Why Doesn’t It End?
“Ugh, bubub! Hmmm!”
I watched Yurice, who had my cock in her mouth, no, accepted it by opening her throat, as she rubbed her pussy herself.
In the illusion, Yurice had been captured by a warrior of Philipode and was being caressed by him in every way.
I had already figured out through previous videos that Yurice reacted to my scent and fell deeper into the illusion.
So much so that I had a blanket made separately for her to use.
I laid the blanket on the bed installed in the illusion magic circle and made Yurice lie face down on it.
I appropriately mixed the senses of reality and illusion so that she could fall deeper into my scent, plunging Yurice into a swamp of pleasure.
And when Yurice, mistaking me for a Philipode warrior, took off my clothes, I felt her desire grow even stronger.
A muscular man full of scars.
Quite the wild taste.
I guess it means she likes men full of such wildness.
I don’t know if her taste changed due to the memory of being raped by bandits or if it was originally her taste, but it wasn’t like the goddess of victory.
I’ve been training my body to some extent, but not to that muscular level.
And in the moment I was briefly admiring my appearance in the illusion.
Yurice’s desire was embodied before my eyes.
[Yurice’s Desire: Wants to be used more intensely. Wants you to push her harder.]
[Desire Underneath Unconsciousness: Rape my throat with your big cock.]
Unlike Helen, who had not yet fully awakened her desires, Yurice, who already understood her desires, often showed me her will in this way.
It wasn’t her who sent it.
If you think about it, the magic circle analyzes her desires and proposes them to me.
It was a way of suggesting my choice here.
Whether I choose the desire presented by the magic circle, or guide it in my own way.
Unfortunately, Helen didn’t know her own desires clearly, so I had to go solely by my choices and judgments.
‘Fortunately, it seems to have succeeded.’
Anyway, here I had to choose.
Whether to act according to Yurice’s unconscious desires, or to tease her a little more.
But, you know.
Kiss.
“Master…”
Seeing Yurice kneeling before me in reality, kissing the tip of my glans, I made up my mind.
This woman wants it.
For her master’s cock to rape her.
Since I can’t directly rape her pussy in reality, for her to open her throat.
I thrust my cock deep into her mouth-pussy.
Her throat tightened, stimulating my glans.
It was truly destructive pleasure.
Yurice’s self-rubbing made my cock even harder.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
“Ugh, bubub! Bububub! Keuheub!”
Every time I thrust my cock into her throat, the sound of air escaping leaked out.
Was it because her throat was being violated?
Thick, foamy saliva dripped from Yurice’s mouth.
I felt the urge to ejaculate, and I deeply inserted my cock into her throat and ejaculated my semen directly into her esophagus.
Glug! Glug!
Yurice, with her nose buried in my lower abdomen, looked up at me.
Her eyes, looking at the distorted illusion by magic, were half out of focus.
Struggling, she scratched my thigh with her hands.
I was scratched by her nails, but I endured it.
Because if I were the muscular ruler she wanted, I wouldn’t care about this much pain.
I endured the fellatio to the end and stroked the head of the woman who had received my ejaculation.
“Good job.”
Yurice’s face turned even redder at a single word of praise.
The ideal man she wanted stroked her head and praised her, so she couldn’t help but get even more excited.
After stroking her head, I pulled out my cock and was finally able to take my eyes off Yurice.
Turning my head, I saw my reflection in the magic circle.
‘Huh?’
Wait a minute.
My face is coming out again?
My appearance in the illusion reflected in the magic circle was muscular and had the black hair and black eyes typical of Philipodes.
In Helen’s illusion, I appeared as a teacher wearing glasses, but this time, my face is being used as a Philipode warrior?
Even my face had scars here and there, giving it a wild look.
Of course, there had to be a difference from me.
Black hair and scars.
‘Why is it my face again?’
I could deduce the reason for Helen.
The subject of illusion magic, and the position of teacher.
There were many elements that made me think of me.
But Yurice didn’t have any of those elements?
‘Ah.’
There was one.
Smell.
Hasn’t Yurice been excited by my scent in the illusion so far?
She was a woman who was so sensitive to my scent that the illusion would break if I held out a dildo.
‘Could it be that Yurice knew this was my scent?’
Suddenly, I remembered when she saw my pants during her first visit.
Pants that were wet with perseverance juice, no, Cowper’s fluid.
If she smelled it then.
She probably unconsciously matched the scent in the illusion and had the potential to shape my face.
‘I can’t back down now that I’ve come this far.’
It was hard to say it was my fault.
Well, if you think about it, I didn’t create my face, did I?
It’s Yurice’s imagination that made it with my face.
Besides, since it happened in the illusion anyway, she won’t connect it in reality either.
It evoked a slightly unfamiliar feeling that I had become the target of the other woman’s lust, but anyway, satisfying the guest is what I have to do.
‘I have to do my best.’
After praising Yurice, I lifted her body.
“Let’s start the next one.”

I can smell this man in my mouth.
I feel like the scent of hot semen that has entered my body is spreading throughout my body.
Yurice realized her situation with the scent of a male that she could feel just by breathing.
A helpless female who can’t do anything.
A semen storage container that just shoots out semen as if spraying it into a trash can.
That was her current situation.
The kind who is happy with a single word of praise from the enemy…
‘A helpless woman.’
Scar Max in front of her lifted her body.
His muscles twitched, naturally lifting her body.
She didn’t feel any difficulty.
The real Max, who is a magician, would never be able to do that, making her feel that this world is definitely an illusion.
“Look. Your woman is looking forward to being raped.”
Scar Max said, lifting her with her legs spread.
She could tell even without a mirror.
What she looked like being held by this man.
Naked, dripping pussy juice, spreading her legs to shamelessly show her most embarrassing place.
Moreover, her body was in a state where she could not move at all by Scar Max, who was holding her.
Her open pussy fluttered and dripped with vaginal fluid.
‘Who would think of this as the goddess of victory when they see this.’
Yurice looked down at herself.
A hard cock tapping her femininity.
It was too big to be called a male organ.
A large object, which could be called a club or even a weapon, tapped Yurice’s pussy.
‘If that comes inside.’
Ah, just thinking about it gave her chills.
“Lower your waist yourself.”
“N, no…”
The refusal was the last bit of pride Yurice had.
Lower her waist herself.
That’s no different from a pleasure-seeking prostitute.
That much was blocked by her last bit of pride.
Yurice, who was refusing, saw the heavy cock dripping with Cowper’s fluid throbbing.
If that thing comes in, she’ll be fucked until she loses consciousness.
Yurice’s eyes were fixed on it and couldn’t look away.
“No? Is it possible for a female to resist a male?”
“I’m Yurice. The goddess of victory…”
She felt how embarrassing it was to talk about victory when she had already lost.
“Victory? That goddess has already succumbed to me. Then am I not the god of victory?”
“…”
She couldn’t deny it.
“The shackles of the goddess of victory are preventing you from being liberated. Then I, your master, will break the shackles.”
“What?”
Scar Max, who was looking down at her while binding her, smirked and said.
“Lower your waist yourself. If you don’t, I will kill your subordinates one by one.”
“Such a cowardly…”
“I am giving you mercy. Saving you is great mercy. Choose.”
Taking her comrades hostage.
Enraged by his heinous remarks, Yurice glared at Scar Max, gritting her teeth.
How could he take prisoners of war hostage?
If he takes his comrades’ lives hostage like that.
‘I have no choice but to do it.’
There was no choice.
Killing her comrades to protect her pride was something Yurice couldn’t do.
Then wouldn’t it be right to sacrifice herself for the lives of her comrades?
She had already made a sacrifice once.
She declared in front of her comrades that she would become his wife, and she actually became this man’s wife.
And now, losing her virginity herself.
‘It’s just a virginity in the illusion anyway.’
It’s not like I’m actually losing.
I’m not losing.
It’s just that I in this illusion am losing ‘falsely’.
The real me isn’t losing.
“Coward…”
“You don’t want to?”
Hesitating, she shook her head.
“No. I, I’ll do it…”
A subtle sense of anticipation began to settle in Yurice’s voice.
So secretly that she herself couldn’t even notice.
Yurice lowered her waist.
She wiggled her hips, adjusting the direction so that the throbbing cock could accurately aim at her pussy.
Just before her pussy opened and bit the cock, Scar Max’s large cock throbbed and tapped Yurice’s pussy lips and clit.
“Heeeuuugh!”
“Are you excited?”
“N, no. There’s no way I’d be excited by such a humiliating thing…”
Once again, the cock throbbed fiercely.
“Heeeuuugh!”
Pussy juice splattered and touched her face.
“Haa, haa.”
A terrible smell.
It smelled like a rutting female, different from Scar Max’s male scent.
“Lower it quickly. I’m going to lose my erection.”
“A, I know.”
Yurice’s pussy properly bit the cock.
‘It’s done.’
In the moment Yurice inwardly exclaimed at the sensation of her pussy widening.
“Good job.”
Scar Max shook his pelvis and slightly lowered her waist.
Thwack!
“Heeeuuuugh!!!”
His cock expanded inside her pussy like a skewer.
Her lower abdomen heated up with the violent sensation of her womb being crushed.
She gasped for breath, her head thrown back.
Leaning against Marx’s hard, scarred muscles, she tilted her head back to see Marx’s cruel expression looking down at her.
He was sneering at her.
A sneer dripped from his bitterly twisted lips.
His eyes looked down as if he had completely conquered her.
Yuris couldn’t move under that gaze.
His face approached.
She knew what it meant.
Her upper lip parted as if opening her lower lip, and she accepted Marx’s tongue.
A viscous and intense kiss.
Yuris panted, filled with Marx’s presence both above and below.
“Oooogh♥!!”
A vulgar scream, closer to a bestial shriek than a moan or groan, burst from her mouth.
It was the cry of a vulgar beast, so much so that she doubted it had come from her own mouth.
“Ughoooot♥! I, I think I’m gonna, gonna cum!!”
Gasping for breath, Yuris, who was unceasingly leaking fluids from her mouth, eyes, and lower lips, felt her vision sparkle.
A deep burning sensation starting from her lower abdomen.
It’s coming.
I think it’s really gonna come this time.
“S, stop! P, please stop… stooop, hnghng!!”
Yuris tried to beg Marx, but he just shook his hips relentlessly.
“Hoo! Hoo!”
He, too, had turned into a beast to pour out his desires.
The mating of two beasts.
He continued to pound away as if he couldn’t hear her voice.
“Eunghhhh!!!”
Yuris enjoyed her climax, tensing every muscle in her body from her toes to her fingertips.
She felt his cock throbbing inside her, filling her completely.
She even felt a hot liquid pouring inside.
Ahhh.
Now that I’ve climaxed, it’ll be over.
Yuris thought so in her fading consciousness.

However.
“Huh…?”
Yuris, who opened her eyes again, realized that she was still inside the tent.
“Awake?”
“W, what is this…?”
“You came so loudly, I washed your body for you.”
“No, that’s not it.”
“Follow me. I’ll introduce you to my men.”
Yuris, who got up from her seat following Marx, had a dumbfounded look on her face.
Why… isn’t it over?