The Absolute Beings Obsessed with My Defeat Addiction

After the first guest, Commander Yuris, left.

I recalled the vision she had seen while looking around the completely extinguished magic circle.

Revisiting the services offered to the guests was an essential process for better illusion.

“Thanks to the demonstration video, the first guest’s illusion turned out better than expected.”

That’s right.

It turned out better than expected.

The illusion magic was so well implemented that it could deceive the five senses of the commander, and the quality of the magic circle was high enough that even slight changes in sensation could affect the illusion within the illusion.

It was none other than Commander Yuris, known as a swordmaster-level swordsman.

At least within the magic circle, it meant that an ordinary person would be sufficiently caught.

However, it wasn’t perfect.

“I clearly remember Yuris saying it was a familiar area when she first started watching the illusion.”

Basically, most of the backgrounds in the illusion were created based on my memories.

Therefore, if a scene appeared that was too familiar, it could break the immersion of the carefully crafted illusion.

While that familiarity could deepen the immersion, I thought it would be necessary to arrange the actual backgrounds according to the guest’s perspective in the future.

Moreover.

“It’s definitely difficult to create diverse scenes with so few tools.”

Most of it was just nipple torture.

Gently stroking the areola, teasing with bodily fluids, or occasionally caressing the private parts—those were all there was.

If there had been suitable tools, I could have tormented her in various ways, but since it was only the first day, the only items in the shop were a chair and my two hands.

Honestly, I never thought a guest would come right away during the soft opening period.

Using my mana was quite a burden as well.

Right now, it didn’t matter since there were few guests, but if three or more guests visited in a day, I might end up exhausted from a lack of mana.

‘I can’t recover the mana I spent in just one day.’

Efficient mana consumption was also a task to be solved.

“It’s also disappointing that I can only control one character at a time.”

Of course, it was possible for pre-programmed characters to move on their own.

However, that would lead to excessive mana consumption, making it likely that I wouldn’t be able to finish the illusion properly.

“Improving mana efficiency is the top priority.”

If I could manage this part well, I wouldn’t have to control every character in the illusion, allowing for a more diverse presentation.

“Or should I make the characters background figures? Not as moving subjects, but as effects instead.”

For example, exposing them just enough to feel a gaze from outside the window.

No need to act out separate characters.

In sports games like soccer, the audience isn’t a factor that consumes many processes, right?

If I pre-designated actions and made them repeat the same actions at designated spots, I wouldn’t need to use many resources for extra characters.

As long as it gives the feeling that there are people present, isn’t that enough?

“Instead, I need to ensure that the character watching the illusion can’t approach more than necessary.”

Creating an impassable wall or limiting visibility so that only voices can be heard.

Or perhaps switching to a view where only silhouettes can be seen from a distance.

“Not bad, huh?”

Making it so that a mocking voice can be heard.

There may not be anyone actually watching, but it should feel like someone is.

“I think this could be used in various ways. If I program it well, it should be entirely possible.”

Finally, I looked at the bandit I had faced with Yuris.

He was the kind of bandit you could commonly see wandering the mountains of the Empire.

With sunburned, dark skin, a scruffy beard, unkempt hair, thick arms, and scars all over.

It was such a default design that I personally found it disappointing.

It felt like the design I had programmed as Bandit A had come out unchanged.

This was the very image she wanted.

A common bandit that could be seen anywhere.

‘But this lacks presence.’

She probably didn’t want such a presence in the first place.

“I never thought that such a remarkable lady would be subdued by such an ordinary man.”

She said no, but this illusion magic circle was a device that projected her desires.

If Yuris had truly come to experience simple defeat, the spells installed in the magic circle wouldn’t have produced such a result.

She would have chosen a method of ordinary torture and pain.

And through that, she would have tried to break her in some way.

However, the result the magic circle showed me was different.

[Yuris’s Desire: Wants The Bandit To Make Her A Mess.]

Deep within Yuris, there was a desire to be subdued by an ordinary-looking man.

“People can’t be understood just by their appearance.”

The symbol of victory and the protector of the Empire had such a desire to lose.

Who would have known?

‘Well, winning all the time might not be fun either.’

Even those who always succeed must have their own struggles.

Exploring the personal concerns of the guest ends here.

Thinking beyond this would not be courteous to her.

Having finished my thoughts, I looked at the spot where Yuris had sat.

Even though I had cleaned it with magic, there were still damp traces left where she had sat.

That wasn’t wet from sweat.

If it had been from sweat, it would have already disappeared with the magic.

“How much did she feel…?”

That meant she was satisfied with our illusion.

She left, firmly stating that she would never return.

– A sense of defeat is enough after experiencing this much.

I guess I’ll see her again soon?

***

Yuris arrived at the training ground at the usual time today.

Arriving at the training ground at 6:30 AM to build her basic stamina was one of her essential schedules that she never skipped.

“Huuh! Huuh!”

She trained basic swordsmanship, swinging, stabbing, and slashing with a training sword made of black steel weighing over 30 kg.

It was a full-body workout that stimulated not only her arms and upper body wielding the sword but also her lower body, which maintained her physical balance.

After slashing, stabbing, and swinging as if in a real battle, she would roll to the side and get back up to swing her sword again.

For an ordinary person, just lifting the sword would be burdensome, but for a swordmaster who far surpassed human levels, it was a possible training regimen.

People always saw Yuris standing elegantly in her uniform, so they thought she would use graceful swordsmanship, but she employed a style that prioritized practicality above all.

Covered in dust and sweating profusely.

“Huuh, huuh.”

And today, Yuris’s training was much more intense than usual.

Was it to shake off the memories of yesterday?

“Haap!”

Yuris shouted louder than ever as she swung her sword.

“Haah, haah.”

It was such an intense training that even she, a swordmaster, was sweating profusely.

‘The memories of that day still linger.’

Last night, she hadn’t been able to sleep properly.

Every time she closed her eyes, the memories from the illusion kept resurfacing.

The sensations were so vivid that she couldn’t easily fall asleep.

Her powerless self, bound.

The touch of the bandit who violated her.

The mocking gaze and the increasingly strong scent of the man over time.

Smack!

She slapped her cheeks hard enough to make them sting.

‘Get a grip.’

Am I still caught up in those thoughts?

Forget the memories of that day.

It never happened.

Having experienced defeat once, there was no need to delve deeper.

I’ve already gone through everything I wanted.

The humiliation of that day.

The shame.

And the pleasure.

“……”

She looked down at her chest.

The chest that the bandit in the illusion had endlessly violated.

“Wait! Again!”

No, this can’t be.

She sighed.

Looking around, she noticed that many knights had come to the training ground for morning training, just like her.

Most of them were knights from the 1st Knight Order.

They had come out to train, saying they wanted to follow Yuris, who set an example.

‘There are subordinates. I am the commander they trust and rely on. I must set an example.’

No more unnecessary thoughts.

It was time for her to gather her thoughts.

“Commander.”

Someone tapped her shoulder from behind.

“Eek!!!”

At the sensation of someone touching her shoulder from behind, Yuris instinctively twisted her body and took a step back.

It was Jeco, her subordinate knight and the vice-captain of the 1st Knight Order, who had his head shaved to a shine.

He looked at Yuris with a surprised expression.

“Oh, it’s you, Jeco.”

“What? Commander, I didn’t know you could make such sounds?”

“Sorry. I’m a bit tired today.”

“Haha, it’s okay. You might be tired. I’m just glad to see a new side of you, haha!”

Jeco seemed flustered, awkwardly changing the subject and avoiding her gaze.

“But what’s the matter?”

Regaining her composure, she asked Jeco why he had called her.

“Oh, there’s a mock battle with the 2nd Knight Order coming up, right? The schedule has been set.”

“The schedule has been set? When?”

“In fifteen days, I heard it will be held at the Imperial Central Training Ground.”

“A mounted tournament?”

“I heard that’s not the case. I was informed that there will be a duel between commanders and a team battle among the members.”

“A duel between commanders. I heard the 2nd Knight Commander is sharpening his sword. Got it. I’ll keep that in mind.”

After Jeco finished his report, he suddenly stepped closer.

“Commander, you’re going to crush the 2nd Knight Commander again, right?”

The moment he stepped closer, she was overwhelmed by the scent of a man soaked in sweat.

The smell of sweat from intense training and the unique pheromones of men made her unconsciously bite her lip.

The moment she caught the scent, a man’s face popped into her mind.

The illusion magician, and the bandit he had created in the illusion.

The overwhelming presence that had rendered her powerless.

Why is that man’s face coming to mind now?

“Commander?”

“Uh, yeah?”

“Are you not feeling well today?”

“……?”

She realized belatedly.

Her body had slightly leaned toward Jeco.

That her body had naturally tilted to catch the strong pheromone scent.

“Oh, no. Don’t worry about the 2nd Knight Commander. I will never lose.”

“Haha! I believe in you, Commander!”

“Then I’ll go wash up.”

“Take care!”

Taking a step back, she looked around.

In the 1st Knight Order, there were women who had joined after her, but a significant number were male knights.

And she realized that the strong scent of men they emitted was so potent that it even permeated the training ground.

It was a smell so strong it made her nose wrinkle.

Until now, she had never been aware of it.

That the smell of men was different.

She had always fought alongside them on the same battlefield, sharing blood and sweat.

The sudden awareness was all because of that man.

The bandit who had rendered her powerless.

The smell of that man was entirely different from the smells emitted by the knights.

Though that man’s scent was even more intense than now, the more she smelled it, the more she wanted to smell it…

The scent of a strong male.

‘That man? What do I have to do with the bandit in the illusion right now…?’

Hastily grabbing a towel, Yuris entered the women’s changing room, unaware that something other than sweat was flowing from her body.

She didn’t know.

‘I will never go there.’ 

Yuris vowed and vowed again.