The Absolute Beings Obsessed with My Defeat Addiction

“Eubeubeup! Heueung!”

I watched Yuris rubbing her own genitals, her mouth—no, her throat—wide open to receive it.

In her fantasy, Yuris had been captured by a Philiphord warrior, subjected to all manner of caresses.

I had already ascertained from previous videos that Yuris delved deeper into her fantasy in response to my scent.

To what extent? I even made a separate blanket for her.

I laid the blanket on the bed set up on the fantasy magic circle and had Yuris lie down on it.

I skillfully blended the sensations of reality and fantasy to lure Yuris into the swamp of pleasure, allowing her to become increasingly immersed in my scent.

And when Yuris, mistaking me for the Philiphord warrior, undressed me, I felt her desire intensify.

A muscular man covered in scars…

What a wild taste.

It must mean that a man full of such wildness is her type.

Whether her taste changed due to the memory of being violated by a bandit, or if it was always her preference, it wasn’t befitting of the Goddess of Victory.

I’ve trained my body quite a bit, but I’m not that muscular.

And just as I was momentarily admiring my appearance in the fantasy…

Yuris’s desire materialized before my eyes.

[Yuris’s Desire: Wants to be used more intensely. Want to be pushed further.]

[Subconscious Desire: Ravish my throat with a large dick.]

Unlike Helen, who hadn’t fully awakened to her desires, Yuris, who already understood her own desires, often sent me such messages.

It wasn’t her sending them.

Strictly speaking, the magic circle analyzed her desires and proposed them to me.

It was a way of offering me choices here.

Whether I would choose the desires presented by the magic circle, or whether I would lead her in my own way.

Unfortunately, Helen didn’t clearly know her own desires, so I had to rely solely on my choices and judgment.

‘It seems to have worked out well.’

Anyway, here I had to make a choice.

Whether to act according to Yuris’s subconscious desires, or to tease her a little longer.

But…

Smack.

“Master…”

Seeing Yuris kneeling before me in reality, kissing the tip of my glans, I made up my mind.

This woman desires…

For this dick, her master, to ravish her.

Since I can’t directly ravish her genitals in reality, she wants me to open her throat.

I thrust my dick deep into her mouth-vagina.

Her throat constricted, stimulating the glans.

It was truly destructive pleasure.

The sight of Yuris rubbing her lower body made my dick even harder.

Thump! Thump! Thump!

“Eubeup! Buubu beubeup! Keuheubeup!”

Each time my dick rammed into her throat, a sound like air escaping hissed out.

Was it because her throat was being violated?

Thick, foamy saliva dripped from Yuris’s mouth.

The urge to cum arose, and I emptied my semen into her throat, deep inside her, without pulling out.

Gulp! Gulp!

Yuris, her chin resting on my lower abdomen, looked up at me.

Her pupils were half-unfocused, gazing at the distorted fantasy created by the magic.

She wriggled, scratching my thighs with her hands.

I endured the scratches, despite the wounds on my skin.

If I’m the muscular dominator she desires, I shouldn’t care about a little pain.

I endured the climax, stroked her head after receiving her cum, and then finally looked away from Yuris.

Turning my head, I looked at my reflection in the magic circle.

‘Huh?’

Wait a minute.

My face is showing up again?

My fantasy reflection in the magic circle had a muscular build, black hair, and black eyes, characteristic of a Philiphord warrior.

In Helen’s fantasy, I appeared as an Instructor wearing glasses, but this time, my face was used as a Philiphord warrior?

My face even had scars all over, giving it a wild look.

Naturally, it had to be different from me.

Black hair and scars…

‘Why is it my face again?’

Helen could infer the reason.

The subject of fantasy magic, and my position as an Instructor.

There were many elements that made people think of me.

But Yuris didn’t have any such elements?

‘Ah.’

There was one.

The smell.

Hadn’t Yuris been excited by my scent in the fantasies so far?

She was a woman so sensitive to my scent that the fantasy would dissolve if I pushed a dildo in.

‘Could it be that Yuris knew this was my scent?’

I suddenly remembered her looking at my pants during her first visit.

Pants damp with lust juice—no, cum.

If she smelled it then…

She might have unconsciously matched the scent in the fantasy and visualized my face.

‘I can’t back down now.’

It’s hard to say it’s my fault.

Well, strictly speaking, I didn’t create my own face, did I?

It was Yuris’s imagination that created my face.

Besides, since it happened in a fantasy, she won’t connect it to reality.

The fact that I became the target of the woman’s desires evoked a slightly unfamiliar feeling, but satisfying the client is my job.

‘I have to do my best.’

I praised Yuris and lifted her body.

“Let’s begin the next one.”

***

I can smell this man in my mouth.

It feels like the scent of the hot semen that entered my body is spreading throughout my body.

Yuris felt her situation through the male scent she felt just by breathing.

A powerless, helpless female.

A semen storage container that just gets its semen dumped in like trash.

That was her current situation.

The kind of person who rejoices at the enemy’s words, “Well done”…

‘A powerless woman.’

The scarred Max in front of her lifted her body.

His muscles wriggled, naturally lifting her body.

She didn’t feel any difficulty.

It made her realize that this was definitely a fantasy, a feat that the real Max, a magician, could never accomplish.

“Look. Your woman is waiting to be violated.”

Scarred Max said as he lifted her into a spread-legged position.

She didn’t need a mirror to know.

What she looked like to this man.

Naked, dripping vulva fluid, spreading her legs, shamelessly exposing her most shameful parts.

Her body was completely immobile, held by Scarred Max.

Her open vagina quivered, dripping vulva fluid.

‘Who would think this is the Goddess of Victory?’

Yuris looked down at herself.

An erect dick tapping her genitals.

It was too big to be called a dick.

A club, or perhaps a weapon, a ridiculously large object tapping Yuris’s vulva.

‘If that goes inside…’

Ah, just thinking about it sent shivers down her spine.

“Lower your waist yourself.”

“I, I don’t want to…”

The refusal was the last shred of pride Yuris had left.

To lower her waist herself.

Wasn’t that the same as a prostitute who wants pleasure?

Her last pride prevented that.

Yuris, refusing, saw the heavy dick dripping vulval fluid throbbing.

If that thing goes in, she’ll be ravaged until she loses consciousness.

Yuris’s eyes couldn’t leave it.

“Don’t want to? How dare a female resist a male?”

“I’m Yuris. The Goddess of Victory…”

She felt how shameful it was to speak of victory when she was already defeated.

“Victory. That goddess is already subservient to me. Then am I not the god of victory?”

“…”

She couldn’t deny it.

“The shackles of being the Goddess of Victory are preventing you from being liberated. Then I, the master, will break the shackles.”

“What?”

Scarred Max, looking down at her while she was bound, said with a sneer.

“Lower your waist yourself. Otherwise, I’ll kill your subordinates one by one.”

“Such a coward…”

“I’m showing mercy. Saving you is a great mercy. Choose.”

Using her comrades as hostages.

Enraged by his heinous statement, Yuris glared at Scarred Max, gritting her teeth.

How could he use prisoners of war as hostages?

If he uses his comrades’ lives as hostages…

‘I have no choice.’

There was no other option.

Killing her comrades to protect her pride was something Yuris couldn’t do.

Then wouldn’t it be right to sacrifice herself for her comrades’ lives?

She had already sacrificed 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 fantasy virginity anyway.’

It’s not like I’m really losing it.

I’m not losing anything.

It’s just the ‘fake’ me in this fantasy that’s losing it.

The real me isn’t losing anything.

“You coward…”

“Don’t want to?”

Hesitating, she shook her head.

“No. I, I’ll do it…”

A subtle expectation began to appear in Yuris’s voice, so subtle that she herself didn’t notice it.

Yuris lowered her waist.

She wiggled her hips to align her direction so that the throbbing dick could accurately target her vulva.

Just before her vulva could enclose the dick, Scarred Max’s large dick throbbed, tapping Yuris’s labia and clitoris.

“Huuht!”

“Excited?”

“N, no. I wouldn’t get excited by such a humiliating…”

Another violent throbbing of the dick.

“Huuht!”

Vulval fluid spurted, hitting her face.

“Haa, haa.”

A pungent smell.

It was the smell of a horny female, different from Scarred Max’s male scent.

“Hurry up and lower yourself. I’m about to lose my erection.”

“A, alright.”

Yuris’s vulva properly enclosed the dick.

‘It’s done.’

The moment Yuris inwardly gasped at the feeling of her vulva expanding…

“Well done.”

Scarred Max slightly lowered her waist, shaking his pelvis.

Pwoook!

“Huuuhht!!!”

The dick expanded her vagina like a skewer.

Her lower abdomen burned with the violent sensation of her uterus being crushed.

Her breath hitched, and her head tilted back.

With her head tilted back, leaning against Scarred Max’s firm muscles, she saw Scarred Max’s vicious expression looking down at her.

He was sneering down at her.

A sneer escaped his twisted lips.

His eyes looked down at her as if he had completely conquered her.

Yuris couldn’t move under that gaze.

His face is coming closer.

She knew what it meant.

She opened her upper mouth as if opening her lower mouth, receiving Scarred Max’s tongue.

A sloppy, thick kiss.

Yuris gasped, both her upper and lower parts filled with Scarred Max.

“Ooogokok♥!!”

A sound closer to a vulgar scream than a moan or cry erupted from her mouth.

It was such a vulgar animal cry that she doubted if it came from her own mouth.

“Eungooht♥! I, I’m going to cum!!”

Gasping for breath, Yuris, dripping fluids from her mouth, eyes, and lower mouth without stopping, felt her vision sparkle.

A deep burning sensation starting from her lower abdomen.

It’s coming.

It feels like it’s coming.

This time, it feels like something huge is coming.

“S, stop! Please stop… stop, huuuht!!”

Yuris pleaded with Max, but he only relentlessly shook his hips.

“Huuok! Huuok!”

He too had transformed into a beast to unleash his desires.

The mating of two beasts.

As if he couldn’t hear her voice, he continued to thrust…

“Eungguuht!!!”

Yuris savored the climax, using all her strength from her toes to her fingertips.

She felt the dick filling her, throbbing.

She even felt hot liquid pouring inside.

Aaaaaah.

Now that I’ve reached the climax, it’s going to end.

Yuris thought that as her consciousness faded.

***

However…

“Uh…?”

Yuris, opening her eyes again, realized she was still inside the tent.

“Awake?”

“W, what is this…?”

“You went wild, so I cleaned you up.”

“No, that’s not it.”

“Come with me. I’ll let you meet your subordinates.”

Yuris, getting up from her place following Max, had a dumbfounded expression.

Why… doesn’t it end?