The Absolute Beings Obsessed with My Defeat Addiction

I acted along with Helen, who was indulging in illusion and seeking pleasure.

Becoming Max glasses, I showed her the illusion she desired.

As per her wish to experience an illusion similar to real life, the magic circle showed her a suitable place.

The place the illusion showed was neither the Academy nor her home, but an illusion hall.

It was unexpected, but understandable.

If it were an illusion similar to reality, the immediate surroundings would have to be similar.

However, it was an unexpected development that she, who was sufficiently excited and experienced, took off her glasses.

When Helen took off her glasses, the illusion created by the magic circle disappeared completely.

It seemed she had fully grasped what I had said before: that to break the illusion magic, one must find the incongruity within the illusion.

That Max glasses before her might be real, not an illusion.

That the glasses were the boundary between illusion and reality.

Whether she took off the glasses because she had pierced through this, or simply because she was chasing pleasure, I don’t know.

But one thing was certain.

Now that she had taken off her glasses, it was reality, not illusion.

“Woof.”

Helen, having removed my glasses, barked like a bitch herself.

As if urging me to hurry, she coquettishly moved her pelvis, mimicking the act of bringing her pussy to me.

I looked at Helen.

In her eyes, looking up at me with dilated pupils, there was urgency.

She must have desired it to the point of instinctively realizing the reality.

“If you want it so much…”

The illusion glasses she had taken off were already gone.

I gently pulled the leash connected to Helen’s choker.

Was it a signal?

The corners of Helen’s lips rose higher.

“Please hurry, Master…”

There was something titillating in her voice as she spoke to me.

I lowered my hand, which had been around Helen’s waist, and fixed my dick.  Helen, as if it were her first time, and I, likewise, for the first time.

I had always rushed forward with the single-minded determination to create a fuck toy, so I had never had a proper relationship, let alone privately meet a woman.  Not being a noble, I didn’t even have the matchmaking that nobles often did. My only female experience was with my Instructor, a reclusive magician.

‘So this is how I lose my virginity.’

But I couldn’t show the appearance of an inexperienced virgin.

In the illusion, I was always Helen’s Instructor and master.

I was always the one leading and overwhelming her.

And I had to be that way now.

Every time my dick brushed against her wet pussy, Helen’s waist twitched.

She was staring intently at the point where pussy and dick met.

“Haah, haah.”

Her breath grew increasingly ragged.

Her breathing trembled with anticipation.

I slowly entered her.

I was worried she might be hurt because she was a virgin, but that was a luxury.

Helen’s pussy, experienced through several illusions, was skillfully prepared to receive my dick.

My dick entered, opening her tightly closed virgin pussy.

“Finally…”

The wet, female hole accepted the master’s dick.

“Hng!”

As if not feeling the pain of her hymen breaking, a sigh of pleasure and ecstasy burst from Helen’s mouth.

“Aaah…Woof.”

Along with her moan, Helen lifted her head and let out a whimper like a bitch, looking at me.

I hugged her and bit her earlobe.

“Hng!”

Was even that pleasurable?

Or was she into that sort of thing?

When I bit her ear, Helen’s body twitched, her pussy wriggled, and she tightly gripped my dick.

Her already swollen labia, swollen from excitement, squeezed my dick tightly.

A pussy that had never experienced anything, only illusion experiences, skillfully yet clumsily held me.

It might seem contradictory, but it was the truth.

Helen’s pussy, intensified through imagination, held me tightly and wouldn’t let go.

“Mas-Master…”

Helen, holding me in a missionary position, whimpered and tightened her embrace when I bit her ear.

Then.

“Haahm.”

Unable to contain her excitement, she began kissing my neck.

The feeling of her warm, soft lips started at my shoulder and moved upwards.

Peck.

Suck.

Peck.

Moving upwards, she kissed my chin, gently biting my lower lip. Helen smiled and looked at me.

“You can be a little rougher, like in the illusion.”

Tears welled up in her eyes as she looked at me.

It was a look of being consumed by the pleasure it gave, rather than the loss of her virginity.

Every time she gasped, hot breath burst from her mouth.

Every time that breath touched my mouth, I felt the heat spread to me.

They say the breath of a noble is fragrant.

Helen’s breath, close to spirits, had a fragrant scent like chamomile tea.

Helen’s appearance, with her lips parted and tongue out for a kiss, was less like a noble and more like a beast.

I pulled on her leash.

“Hng!”

“There’s a cheeky bitch trying to receive a reward without my permission.”

“I-I’m sorry.”

“Wiggle your hips yourself. If you feel good, I might change my mind then.”

At my words, Helen hurriedly began to wiggle her hips.

Helen’s clumsy hip movements, who had always only received in illusion, clearly showed that she was an inexperienced virgin.

“Mas-Master, do you like it?”

She was trying her best to wiggle her hips, but it was a very difficult task for a noble lady who had only ever received.

“It’s still far from enough.”

“…”

“A bitch needs supplementary lessons in becoming a bitch.”

“Supplementary lessons…”

Helen’s face brightened at the word ‘lessons’.

“That’s right. I’m a hopeless failure. So please teach me. If it’s you teaching me…”

Helen, gasping for breath, opened her mouth, panting.

“I’ll be a good dog who studies hard. Woof.”

I slapped Helen’s chest.

Slap!

“A beast needs beastly sex.”

I changed positions.

When I pulled out my dick, Helen let out a sigh of longing.

But soon, she got on all fours, sticking out her ass, and waited for my dick again.

Saliva dripped from her mouth as she stared intently at my dick, her back turned.

“Master, give me your dick. Woof.”

I gave her the appropriate gift, as she wiggled her ass, glistening with pussy juice and sweat, begging for my dick.

“Haahng!”

Was it because the dick went deeper than in the missionary position?

“It’s inside…all the way…”

She seemed to have come just from the insertion, Helen trembled, not knowing what to do.

“Mas-Master, w-wait…Hng!”

Pshh!

The orgasm came immediately.

Her pussy juice sprayed, wetting the bed sheets.

Ignoring the bed being soaked with juice, I held Helen’s waist and pounded her.

“Haahng! Haang! Ang! S-Stop! I-I’m coming again. Mas-Master, stop…”

She reached out, but her hands only grasped empty air.

She trembled, holding the leash in her hand.

“Haahng!”

“If you’re given a reward, you have to receive it properly.”

I whispered in Helen’s ear, who had already come several times.

Was it because she had come many times in a short period, and all her senses were messed up? Helen, who had been staring blankly into space, twitched every time I whispered.

“S-Stop…”

Helen was begging me to stop.

As she wished, I stopped pounding her waist.

However.

Thud. Thud. Thud.

The sound of my pelvis hitting Helen’s ass continued.

It was because Helen, who had just been begging me to stop, was moving her own ass, searching for a pleasurable spot.

“Didn’t you say you wanted me to stop?”

“Uhn, haahng, I-I did…”

Helen’s voice, as if half-delirious, was incoherent.

“It feels good. I like it…”

Who would think that the woman thrusting her ass and taking my dick was Helen Silvesta, a woman with a brilliant mind?

She looked at me with a pleading face and opened her mouth.

“Woof…”

That whimper, like a puppy caught in the rain, aroused my lust.

“I can’t help myself when you say that.”

My dick, which felt like it was about to burst, grew even harder, and I thrust the dick, which had grown even larger inside her, deeply.

“Hng!”

Helen covered her mouth and trembled.

Trembling convulsively, she gasped for breath, struggling to take in breaths that seemed like they would be swallowed.

I straightened my waist, firmly grasped Helen’s breasts, and thrust deeply.

The urge to cum, which had been suppressed for a long time, surged.

“I’m about to cum, so receive it with your mouth.”

“…”

Helen hesitated to answer.

“…Yes.”

After a moment’s hesitation, she nodded.

She was surely about to ask me to cum inside her.

I know what she’s thinking.

She had experienced countless inside cums in the illusion, so she wants it in reality too.

‘Not that far.’

Even if I had taken her virginity, no sane person would cum inside a noblewoman’s pussy.

If a child were to be born, it wouldn’t just end with the fact that we had sex.

It would be a matter that would turn the entire family upside down.

That was the line I had to protect.

When I pulled out my dick, the cum filling it to the brim, Helen’s pussy fluttered regretfully.

I aimed my dick at Helen’s face, who was kneeling before me, looking up.

Helen stroked my dick, which had reached its limit, with her small hands.

“Kng!”

I couldn’t hold back and cummed on her face.

“Eep!”

As I started to cum, Helen took my dick into her mouth, as if regretting it.

Helen, with cum on her face and cum in her mouth, looked up at me and smiled.

A sense of transgression welled up as I looked at her with my cum in her mouth.

Even though I had just cummed, my dick twitched, urging me to cum again.

“Please command me.”

A request for an order.

“Swallow.”

Helen, who wouldn’t move without my words, finally swallowed the cum.

Gulp.

“Beee.”

Helen showed me her clean mouth, sticking out her tongue, and grinned.

“Good girl.”

Her pupils turned towards my dick, which was starting to stiffen again.

“You still need more, right?”

Instead, I asked her.

“Can you handle it?”

“Yes, heehee.”

Even as she smiled, Helen whimpered under the faint waves of spasms.

“Haahng!!! Master, I like it!!!”

The beastly cry continued a little longer.

***

“…What is this?”

Helen, after washing up, handed me a small box.

“A gift.”

“A gift?”

“Yes. I-I would like you to use this when we…do the illusion.”

Helen, who was now using honorifics with me, clutched the box tightly with a flushed face.

Inside the box she gave me was a pair of glasses with an impressive silver frame.

“I want to wear this when I receive your teaching. And when I wear this, you can treat me however you like. I am…”

Helen, who had been fidgeting with her fingers, looked up at me.

“Your puppy, sir.”