"Wow…"
She came far more spectacularly than the first time she climaxed in the fantasy.
Not just her juices and fluids but even urine soaked her pants and the chair.
All I did was press my erect cock against her lower abdomen, with the chair's bulge pressing against her pussy lips, yet Yuris felt a pleasure she'd never experienced and completely let go.
"Mast…er…"
Still not awake from the fantasy, Yuris stared blankly into space, murmuring in a low voice.
Her face was a complete mess.
She seemed thoroughly satisfied.
There were still 30 minutes left, but the magic circle, likely judging her mind couldn't handle more, stopped functioning.
I removed my cock from her lower abdomen and put my pants back on.
Time to clean up.
As before, I used magic to clean her clothes.
With the clean spell, the pants and chair, dirtied by her fluids, were instantly cleaned.
Of course, her juices didn't come off easily, leaving traces on her panties and the chair, but those would fade with time.
After cleaning up, I looked at the dildo.
"To think immersion would break just from putting a dildo in her mouth."
Even for a smell-sensitive Yuris, I never imagined the immersion would break enough to disrupt the magic.
It was amusing that immersion returned to normal when I used a real cock instead.
How do I compensate for this?
Should I spray male cologne on the dildo?
"At this rate, I might actually have to fuck her with a real cock."
Like I did with her mouth earlier.
Yuris doesn't know.
That the cock she sucked in the fantasy was a real one.
"She must never find out."
If she did…
The Iron-Blooded Knight might come for my neck.
After tidying up the surroundings, I waited for Yuris to wake.
She finally woke 30 minutes later.
***
"Mmm…"
Yuris let out a soft moan as she rose from her seat.
Opening her eyes, she saw not the prison where the bandit had confined her but the cEileeng of the illusion mage's theater.
She was lying on a bed.
She could still faintly feel the sensations from the fantasy in her lower abdomen.
The pressure from her lower belly and groin.
The clanking of the shackles that stole the freedom of her arms and legs.
The bandit's voice insulting her.
Even the jeers and cheers from his underlings, watching her lose to a cock.
It all remained vivid.
Yet.
The entirely different reality before her eyes reminded her that everything she'd felt was just a fantasy.
"Ahh."
Realizing the fantasy was over, she felt a deep sense of emptiness.
Yes.
Everything she'd experienced was just a fantasy.
A profound sense of lethargy, as intense as the pleasure that had colored her mind, enveloped her body.
"A dream… Yes, it was just a dream."
A fleeting illusion she couldn't grasp, no matter how much she wanted to.
Of course, if she wanted, she could experience it again anytime, but the fact that it wasn't real kept nagging at her heart.
No.
"It's because it's not real that I could indulge in my desires so freely."
I enjoyed it so much, so why am I feeling regret now?
It was because it wasn't real that I could enjoy it.
"I'll have to return to the life of a revered knight."
I'm just a weak woman defeated by a cock.
But still.
If I could experience this for real, wouldn't it be even better than now?
If I were really pinned down and fucked by a man…
What kind of pleasure would await me then?
Having been violated in the fantasy, her virgin pussy was still as clean as a tightly closed clam.
The shame of having such a virgin pussy spread by a real cock—wouldn't it be incomparable to the fantasy?
Just imagining it made her feel like her juices were flowing again.
That's when it happened.
"…Huh?"
She frowned at the lingering bitter taste in her mouth.
The same taste as the semen of her master, the bandit, from the fantasy.
"Why…?"
It was strange.
If it was a fantasy, she shouldn't be able to taste it.
It was such a faint trace that even she, a master knight, barely noticed it.
"…Maybe it wasn't entirely a fantasy?"
She felt the corners of her mouth lift unconsciously.
She recalled how the theater's owner, the mage, had grabbed her arm before entering the fantasy.
-Remember this sensation.
He'd said a slight sensation could be amplified in the fantasy.
"Could it be?"
She slowly raised her head to look at the mage, the owner of this place.
"Oh, you're awake?"
The illusion mage, Max.
A skilled mage who had shown her the illusion magic.
Could it be this man…?
As the thought crossed her mind, her eyes, rising from her seat, widened at the sight of a massive tent in his pants.
His lower region was firmly erect, slightly wetting part of his pants.
How much precum had he spilled?
"Owner, are you… right now…?"
"Oh, sorry. While cleaning up, my body reacted naturally."
"Your body reacted?"
"Yes. You're the Iron-Blooded Knight, always so upright. Seeing you in a disheveled state, I couldn't help but get excited. It's not calming down easily."
"Ah…"
She suddenly realized this man, unlike others, knew her shameful side.
He claimed he couldn't see her fantasies, but he was the one who always cleaned up after her.
He probably knew better than anyone what fantasies Yuris was having.
"Maybe he's watching my fantasies…"
Otherwise, he couldn't prepare so perfectly for what came next.
Of course, that wasn't important to her now.
In the past, she would've scolded him for being shameless, but the Yuris who enjoyed the pleasures of fantasy was grateful instead.
She stared blankly at the bulging pants.
Was it because of her experience in the fantasy?
She couldn't tear her eyes away from the massive tent in the mage's pants.
Biting her lower lip, she wanted to peel off those pants and see what was inside.
She didn't know why she felt this way.
Perhaps it was the lingering afterimage of the fantasy?
A familiar smell…
The scent rising from his pants was similar to the taste of her master's semen in her mouth.
"A similar smell?"
Entranced by Max's scent, Yuris approached him.
*Sniff sniff.*
Unconsciously, she got closer and sniffed him.
Before she knew it, she spoke.
"Master…?"
"Huh?"
Oh.
What did I just say?
Her face turned bright red with embarrassment and shame.
She'd let slip words she should never have said.
Crazy. I'm crazy.
Yuris, are you out of your mind?
Bringing fantasy into reality—what are you doing!
She frantically waved her hands and shook her head.
"N-no, it's nothing."
The startled mage looked at her blankly.
"It's just… a familiar smell, so I…"
She babbled without realizing what she was saying.
"Are you going to shower? I cleaned with magic, but washing your body yourself would be good."
"Oh, yes. I'll do that."
She fled to the shower room as if escaping.
Throughout her shower, she couldn't forget the familiar taste in her mouth and the scent of Max that pierced her nose.
"Wasn't it a similar smell before?"
What if, just maybe.
Just maybe.
"What if the owner of this theater, the illusion mage, is my master…?"
Just imagining it made her lower abdomen heat up.
***
The sister of Veron, the leader of the 2nd Knight Order, and known as humanity's greatest spirit summoner, revered by all.
Helen de Sylvester.
A beautiful woman with flowing silver hair and blue eyes, she was the top student at the Imperial Academy, where only the empire's finest talents studied.
Despite only a year since enrolling, she outperformed even the fourth-year seniors.
Her skill with spirits surpassed even the current professors.
At just 21, her achievements were extraordinary, earning universal praise from the academy.
She was hailed as the talent who would advance spirit arts for future generations.
Perhaps because she'd only known success.
To her, losers were disgusting creatures she never wanted to associate with.
Beings not worth a glance.
Not deserving of consideration, only to be crushed.
Especially those pathetic idiots vying for last place at the academy.
"I can smell the stench of losers."
It was unpleasant.
The very fact of being around such losers.
That fact irritated Helen, and she wanted to escape the pathetic losers in her academy class.
"Miss Helen, I have a question…"
"Get lost. You stink."
So she spat insults at the idiots asking for her help, driving them away.
Yes.
Losers should be chased off like this.
But still.
"There are some you can't chase away."
Always revered, she had one sole worry.
Her brother, Veron de Sylvester.
An immature knight who could never escape second place, always overshadowed by the Iron-Blooded Knight, Yuris Velitaon.
Unlike her, her brother, who kept losing yet couldn't let go of his pride, was her only concern.
-The Sylvester family must always be the best.
With this motto etched in her heart, her brother's failures kept nagging at her.
-Kha! This time, I'll win and bring victory!
Her brother always boasted confidently, but she'd never seen him win.
She understood.
The Iron-Blooded Knight, the empire's symbol of victory, couldn't be beaten by anyone but a hero.
But losing without even putting up a proper fight?
That's why.
When she met Yuris at court before, her voice was icy and cold.
The woman who kept beating her brother, tarnishing the family name.
She didn't want to see her.
That's why she'd never enjoyed the mock battles everyone in the empire loved.
"What's so great about losing?"
But for the first time, Helen went to a mock battle to cheer for her brother, Veron.
The reason was simple.
-Helen, if you come, I think I can win.
Of course, even in the first match she attended, Veron lost.
"This time, I lasted two minutes longer than usual. Thanks to you, Helen."
Veron patted her head, saying it was good, but she hated his carefree attitude.
"Don't touch me. You didn't even win."
"Don't be so rigid. Sometimes you need to take losing with grace."
"You're too soft. I wish you'd be harder on yourself."
"Helen, you're too strict. You need to loosen up."
That's why she disliked him.
His baseless optimism.
His excessive ease.
Didn't he feel frustrated?
"I don't have time for that. Someone has to restore the family's tarnished honor."
Annoying.
She didn't come to cheer just to say this.
"Sorry."
Helen looked at Veron.
His awkward smile somehow resembled the losers she despised.
That made her frown even more.
"Whatever. I'm going home, so don't follow me."
Leaving the training grounds, she caught a glimpse of Yuris hurriedly disappearing.
"Where's she rushing off to?"
Curiosity sparked.