The Absolute Beings Obsessed with My Defeat Addiction

Yuris, the Imperial Army, and the Imperial Knights were all taken prisoner and dragged to the enemy lines.

There was no resistance possible.

Yuris had been defeated, and all her weapons and armor had been stripped away.

Yuris walked at the head of the prisoners, shackled.

The clothes torn by the masked man had been replaced with Philiphord-style clothing.

She was the only prisoner among them wearing Philiphord-style clothes and shackled.

Was it thanks to her sacrifice?

The other prisoners followed behind in a far more relaxed state than expected.

They had only been robbed of their weapons, not shackled.

“Lady Yuris…”

“Ah, I apologize.”

The prisoners followed behind her, tears in their eyes.

The soldiers had already lost their will to fight.

Even Yuris, the goddess of victory, had been defeated.

Yuris bit her lip, hearing the sobs of her soldiers behind her.

‘This is how it ends. My defeat.’

It meant not just her defeat, but the defeat of the Empire.

If this were reality.

Secretly calming her throbbing, rapidly beating heart, she walked forward.

Her face flushed with the excitement of depravity.

“I will find a way to escape.”

Jeco, who had been closely following behind her, whispered to Yuris.

“…….”

She couldn’t answer, only nodding her head.

A slight sense of guilt from his voice stopped her.

Even in this illusion, she hadn’t expected to be working with the knights.

Her previous fantasies had always been solitary.

Honestly, she felt sorry.

She felt a slight sense of guilt for drawing them into an illusion to fulfill her desires.

But separate from that, Yuris felt her heart begin to race.

The enemy of the Empire would thoroughly violate her, just as the bandit had.

The feeling of his thick hand gripping her breast was still vivid.

She had been defeated in front of everyone, and violated.

It was merely a touch to her breast, but it was enough to make her head spin with excitement.

Yuris swallowed.

‘If this is the beginning…’

What kind of situation would await her next?

Knowing it was an illusion, anticipation far outweighed fear.

That anticipation only grew stronger the closer they got to the enemy lines.

A masked man, watching Yuris being led to the prisoner of war camp, called to the Philiphord soldiers.

“@#$%%@#!$~!@#.”

“%^.”

Following the orders of the masked man who seemed to be the captain, the soldiers who nodded took her away somewhere.

“Captain!”

“You bastards! Let go of the Captain!”

Don’t.

There’s no need to interfere.

The knights who tried to stop the Philiphord soldiers from taking her were beaten.

Thwack! Thwack! Bam!

“Ugh!”

“St-stop! I’ll go. Just leave them alone.”

Was it because her will was conveyed even though they didn’t understand her language?

At her words, the soldiers stopped their merciless beating.

“I-I’m fine. Take care of yourselves.”

“Understood, Captain.”

She smiled brightly at her subordinates.

It was fortunate, in a way.

This would lessen her guilt towards them somewhat.

Yuris was led by a soldier to a tent.

It was a significantly larger tent than the others.

“This is…”

Following the soldier’s gesture to enter, she silently went inside the tent.

There was a large bed, as well as a large suit of armor hanging.

It was clearly the masked man’s tent.

There was no need to look further.

“A pungent smell…”

The scent of the masked man permeated the entire tent.

It was a suffocatingly strong smell.

A smell so powerful that any woman, any female, would go into heat upon smelling it.

“Ah.”

Unknowingly, she shuffled towards the bed.

The place where the scent was strongest.

The bed, the space where a person spends the most time.

As soon as she sat on the bed, she felt the illusion of the masked man’s scent enveloping her body.

“I’ll be violated here.”

By that man.

As she swallowed repeatedly, imagining what would happen to her, she heard the sound of the tent flapping.

“I’ve been waiting.”

The masked man’s thick voice.

Yuris silently glared at him.

While it was true she had been brought here as a sacrifice(?) for her subordinates, she was still the goddess of victory.

‘I don’t want to appear as a weak woman who doesn’t resist.’

Unless it was the bandit who had previously dominated her.

She didn’t want to submit to a harsh man.

Of course, this masked man had defeated her, but that was purely because of his scent, not because the man himself was stronger.

“Your eyes still burn.”

“…….”

“Wife. Obey your husband.”

The masked man pointed at Yuris.

“Wife.”

Then he pointed at himself.

“Husband.”

“Do you think you’ll submit to an ignorant Philiphord man?”

“I don’t understand. Haven’t you already surrendered?”

“That’s because you used your subordinates as hostages…”

“…Then I’ll kill my subordinates?”

“What?”

“Obey my words. Then I’ll spare your subordinates. Otherwise, I’ll kill them.”

Again.

Again, using her subordinates as hostages.

“Cowardly man.”

He was completely different from the previous bandit.

At least that bandit hadn’t acted so cowardly.

Regardless, she had no choice but to follow his orders in this situation.

“Undress.”

If she refused the masked man’s order, her subordinates would die.

Even if it was an illusion, she didn’t want to kill them, so Yuris undressed herself.

“Lie down on the bed.”

“What?”

“Acknowledge that you are a weak female. I will show you that females must be dominated by males.”

“…….”

Completely naked, Yuris lay face down on the bed.

And at that moment.

“Ugh!”

The lingering scent of the man on the bed filled her nostrils.

Her head swam.

The intense scent made her entire body tingle.

Her grip on the bed sheet tightened.

“Ugh…”

Then, the masked man mounted her.

The pressure was incredible.

“%@#$@$#?”

Philiphord, not clumsy Imperial, words reached her ears.

Even if she begged him to stop, the masked man didn’t seem to intend to move.

“I can’t…breathe…”

“%#%@^@#.”

She felt the masked man’s gaze from above.

Seeing herself being subdued simply by him being on top of her, Yuris began to feel powerless.

Why, why is this happening?

We were evenly matched when we fought.

Why…can’t I resist now?

Even struggling, she couldn’t escape the man’s weight.

Had he felt he’d had enough?

Or did he think she would suffocate and die if he went further?

The masked man rose again, his fingers firmly pressing against her buttocks and the back of her neck.

“Hngh!”

As he kneaded her buttocks, where all her nerves were concentrated, her breath caught in her throat.

She gasped, her face buried in the bed, inhaling deeply.

The pungent scent of the male on the bed.

The sensation was like the smell invading her brain, making her head spin.

“Ugh, st-stop…”

“We haven’t even begun.”

The masked man’s calm words sounded distant.

Closer, however.

“Hngh!”

She felt him touch her body.

He caressed her buttocks with his fingers, as if tickling them, then his hand slipped inside her inner thigh.

“Th-there…hngh!”

Her body tensed at the touch of his finger in her private area.

Her toes curled, her legs wriggling.

Her hands gripped the bedsheet so tightly that it wrinkled.

“You’re wet. That means the woman is aroused.”

“N-no…”

Her loosened mouth couldn’t utter proper words due to the sudden pleasure.

“Is that so? Then I’ll do more.”

“Wh-what…?”

This time, the masked man’s fingers began to move upwards from her buttocks.

His thick fingers traced her waistline.

A chilling sensation made her body tremble.

Realizing she could no longer resist, Yuris gasped, feeling the rising excitement.

“Haah, haah. Ugh…”

No more denials came from her mouth.

It was a different kind of violent violation than the violent torture she had experienced before.

He had taken away her physical freedom, and now he was breaking her will to resist with pleasure.  The masked man slowly violated her body.

His fingers crept up her ribs and kneaded her large breasts, pressed against the bed.

“Aaah…♥.”

A cry escaped her lips.

It was a sound she couldn’t believe she had uttered.

The sound of a female dog, drenched in scent, tamed by the male’s fingers caressing her body.

“St-stop…”

It felt too good.

Even without touching her nipples, just touching her breasts and areolae made her gasp for breath.

It felt too good.

To the point of madness.

Her whimpering voice, like a coquette, was full of girlish charm.

She wanted more.

She wanted it stronger.

She wanted him to pinch her erect nipples, not just caress her areolae with his thick fingers.

Drenched in scent, Yuris looked up at the masked man, who was gently yet cruelly massaging her body.

His eyes were asking.

-How far should I go?

-Tell me if you want. That you are nothing but a female dog.

-Break the attitude you had just now and obey me.

-Serve your husband.

It was an offer she shouldn’t accept.

But her reason told her to stop here.

“Ugh…haah!”

Her body, trembling as if electrified, craved even stronger pleasure.

“To-touch me.”

Desire won the battle between reason and desire.

“Imperial language. I don’t understand. Speak clearly.”

The masked man’s smiling eyes demanded a more pathetic plea.

The victorious male demands more fawning from the defeated female.

“To-touch me. Squeeze my erect nipples hard. I want it, please…”

Yuris pleaded, her mouth drooling.

At her defeat, once again declared with her mouth, the masked man smiled.

“Well done. You’re a good female.”

A gift given along with praise.

The masked man’s fingers twisted her nipples hard.

“Hnggh!!!”

The pleasure that started in her breasts shot up her spine and struck her brain.

“I’m…going…to…”

Pshh!

Even without touching her vagina, her vagina spurted fluids.

“It feels…good…”

Lying on her stomach in an awkward position, she writhed in pleasure, like needles piercing her head.

Meanwhile, her body was once again drenched in the man’s pheromone-filled scent.

“The massage is over. You’ve acknowledged yourself as a female. Serve your male.”

Following the masked man’s order, Yuris nodded and crawled towards him on all fours.

With trembling hands, she undressed him.

Shhh.

Underneath the Philiphord-style everyday clothes, a muscular body full of scars was revealed.

A strong body that dominated females and intimidated other males, covered in rough scars.

Her breath hitched at the sight of his body.

Her body admired his masculine physique more than anyone else’s.

If she were embraced by that body, she would suffocate just like before.

She realized why she hadn’t resisted when he had pressed down on her.

His body itself was a weapon.

And the man’s dick hanging below that strong body.

“Wow…”

It was a size befitting that massive body.

And from there.

A vicious scent that had dominated and trampled her wafted out.

Yuris’ legs gave way, and she unknowingly knelt before the man, closing her eyes to savor the scent.

Ah.

This was the scent.

The scent of her master who dominated her.

Enchanted by the scent, similar to that of the bandit, she closed her eyes and pressed her lips to the tip of his dick.

Smack.

The salty taste of pre-cum and the feel of the hot dick on her lips.

“Master…”

Yuris looked up at the masked man, worshipping his dick as if it were a god.

“Well done.”

The masked man stroked her head with his large hand.

“I’ll show my face to my wife.”

Having said that, he removed his mask.

“What?”

It was a familiar face.

A little rougher than she had seen before, full of scars, but definitely a familiar face.

‘The illusion mage…?’

It was the mage’s face.

She suddenly realized she hadn’t specified her appearance.

-Since you didn’t specify the appearance, the face of the person who best fits the image in Lady Yuris’ mind will appear in this illusion. Enjoy it.

What she wanted was a man who could dominate her.

A man who would arouse a woman with a pungent scent.

The illusion mage was the most suitable person among the remaining images in my head?

“The scars. They might be unsightly. But don’t be surprised.”

“It’s n-not that…”

“You’ll get used to it.”

The scarred Max grabbed her head before she could say anything.

Before Yuris could say anything.

“Ughh!!!”

Scarred Max shoved his dick into her mouth and pulled it back.

The sensation of her throat being stretched wide by his dick was so vivid.

As if she were truly being violated.

“Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!”

Her head swam from the heavy dick raping her throat.

‘Ah, I’m going to…’

Yuris’ hand instinctively went down as her throat was violated.