The Absolute Beings Obsessed with My Defeat Addiction

Helen, her mouth clamped around the dick, felt as if her jaw might dislocate, yet she pushed her head further in, still holding it.

“Ugh! Oof!”

She made sounds unbecoming of a noblewoman, thrusting the dick deeper inside.

“Oof! Cough!”

A cough escaped when the dick brushed against her uvula, but Max didn’t seem to care.

He held her by the collar with one hand and her head with the other, pulling her closer.

“Hold it tighter.”

“U-uhp!”

Tears welled up in her eyes from the pain of her throat stretching.

But the pain was fleeting.

A strange pressure.

The pungent smell emanating from the dick.

And Max’s expression as he looked down at her.

Each element drew her deeper into the situation.

A noblewoman kneeling, her mouth on a dick.

This was an act of blasphemy, a transgression against a goddess who considered such lust, solely for pleasure, a sin.

It was something a noblewoman like her could never do, yet it was possible because it was an illusion.

My own space where I can do as I please.

Was it the strange sense of liberation that this gave her?

Thump-thump.

Helen’s heart, her mouth still on the dick, beat faster and faster.

Her mouth, tongue, and lips moved naturally around the dick.

“Mmm, hmm. Slurp.”

She licked the dick meticulously with her tongue.

She brushed Max’s dick, now slick with saliva, with her tongue.

Carefully, ensuring the entire length was coated in saliva.

“You’re doing well.”

Max’s voice came from above.

It was just a short compliment, yet her heart pounded and her body grew hot.

She felt good.

‘Why?’

Helen had received countless compliments.

She had heard countless professors praise her, to the point of boredom.

She had even thought compliments were tiresome.

But today, Max’s praise, as he stroked her head, gave her a feeling of fulfillment she had never experienced before.

I want more praise.

I want to do better.

Helen took the dick shaft in her hand and licked the back of it with her tongue.

Faithfully, like a true bitch.

“It tastes good. I like it so much…”

Helen mumbled unconsciously.

With a dazed, intoxicated expression, she kept the dick in her mouth and caressed it gently.

With her free hand, she slowly fondled her crotch.

She toyed with her clitoris with her fingers, rubbing her labia, and swayed her hips, letting out lewd juices.

As if it were her duty.

“Haah, haah.”

Her breathing grew ragged.

Helen’s pupils shone as she looked up at Max.

“Master…”

Unknowingly, her form of address had changed.

I’m a bitch.

I’m a lewd slut, a whore.

I’m not a noblewoman, so calling you Master is right.

Helen’s inner self was gradually consumed by lewd thoughts.

Like black ink staining damp paper that had absorbed water repeatedly, lewd thoughts consumed Helen’s mind faster than when she first indulged in the illusion.

She was a woman who had loosened the reins she had been holding onto herself with the reassurance of illusion.

“Haah, haah.”

Helen held the dick, covering her nose with the space between the dick and scrotum, and took a deep breath.

A good smell.

I want to smell it more.

But then I can’t be penetrated.

I’ve held back for so long.

I’ve held back for weeks.

‘I want it quickly.’

Just as Helen raised her head to look at Max,

“Do you want to be penetrated?”

As if reading her mind, Max swung the dick, lightly slapping her cheeks.

How did he know?

I didn’t even say anything.

As expected of my Instructor, no, my Master.

You know me too well.

“Yes.”

Helen nodded blankly, looking up at him.

Her pussy was throbbing, wanting to be penetrated quickly.

She had forcibly suppressed it with her strong-willed personality, but for a long time, she had been dizzy with the thought of submitting to him.

After holding back for so long, what would happen if she were penetrated now?

It would feel amazing.

Like the first time she was penetrated.

Wouldn’t it feel similar to that time?

But at the same time, another thought came to mind.

That this was ultimately an illusion.

No matter how roughly she was penetrated by her Master, it wasn’t real.

Once she woke up, she would be a virgin again, and the thought that the immense satisfaction she felt was ultimately an illusion would leave her feeling empty.

What would it feel like if she were really penetrated in her pussy?

The thought alone was enough to make her pussy tingle with pleasure.

However, the title of Helen Silvesta kept holding her back.

“Helen.”

“Yes.”

“You said you wanted to be penetrated?”

“Yes. I want to be deeply, repeatedly penetrated by this thick dick.”

Helen’s words were blunt.

Max looked down at her, who had spoken like a bitch, a whore, without hesitation, and gestured.

Then, the academy uniform she had initially worn appeared in his hand.

The academy uniform with the Silvesta family crest.

What are you going to do with this?

“If you want to be penetrated by me, prove that you’re a woman obsessed with dickes.”

“What?”

He threw the academy uniform on the floor.

“Soile this uniform yourself. So you can feel that you’re not a true noblewoman.”

“…….”

Helen looked at the academy uniform sprawled on the floor.

The academy uniform with the Silvesta crest was a symbol of everything she possessed.

Her family, honor, skills, and current position.

To urinate on this uniform that showed everything about her?

‘No. I can’t do this.’

Helen’s head grew hot.

Her breathing grew ragged.

Her head spun, and her thoughts momentarily stopped.

And at that moment, she heard the devil’s whisper.

-It’s just an illusion anyway.

-This isn’t real.

-You know that you’re not really losing anything by doing this.

A whisper from within.

A filthy whisper created by her desires.

She should deny it and leave immediately.

She should refuse.

“Ah, ah…”

She couldn’t get up.

“Spread your legs like a bitch and do it.”

She slowly moved her trembling body, following Max’s command.

Slowly, towards the discarded uniform.

‘No. No. I can’t do this.’

Her head knew, but her body didn’t.

Her body was desperate for greater pleasure.

Her reason was dragged along by her instincts.

And the thought that this was an illusion was shaking the reason she was barely clinging to.

The Silvesta crest on the academy uniform glittered, reflecting the light from the ceiling.

-You are a member of the proud Silvesta family. Remember that.

-The Silvesta family must always be noble.

-Failure is not tolerated. That’s the spirit of the Silvesta family.

She heard voices.

The voices of the family head and family members working for the family.

The expectations they had for her, a genius of the highest caliber.

At the same time, the burden that had weighed on Helen’s shoulders.

But now, she was betraying all those expectations, shaking her naked buttocks.

“Are you going to stop now, after coming this far?”

Max’s voice echoed.

He looked down at her from above.

The moment Helen met Max’s gaze, she felt something she had been holding onto in her heart snap.

It’s an illusion anyway.

At that moment, something she had been forcibly suppressing was released.

“Aaah.”

She soiled the uniform herself.

Her body trembled with intense shame, but she felt a sense of liberation unlike anything she had felt when she first experienced the illusion.

It was something on a completely different level than simply being naked.

“Well done.”

Max’s praise, as he stroked her head, put an exclamation point on it.

“Ah, no. If you say that now…”

Her body reacted.

A signal came from her throbbing womb.

“Mmph!”

She felt a faint climax again.

Thick, female fluids dripped from her convulsing body.

“Haah, haah.”

“I don’t know how much you were looking forward to this.”

“Master…. Give me your dick, please.”

Her voice trembled, and her expression seemed slightly unhinged.

Helen’s legs were spread wide open, devoid of the noble grace she had shown in reality.

“Alright. You did well, so I should give you a reward.”

“Master…”

She looked at Max approaching her.

Max with his glasses.

The man who had always dominated and suppressed her.

He was an overwhelming Instructor, a dominator, and a master.

His glasses, which further accentuated his cold expression, were also a boundary separating reality and illusion.

A symbol proving this wasn’t reality.

Helen, staring intently at Max, reached out.

She had thought about it many times.

If it feels this good in an illusion, how would it feel if this were real?

How would it feel if real sensations, not fake ones, violated her?

What would real sex feel like?

“What happens if you take off your glasses, Master?”

Helen asked, grabbing Max’s glasses.

Max grabbed her hand holding his glasses and said,

“It’s better not to. Once you take them off, there’s no turning back.”

Helen understood what that meant.

It meant the illusion would end, and she would return to reality.

It meant she would have premarital sex, something forbidden to nobles.

An act that would completely destroy a noble’s honor.

An act she absolutely shouldn’t do.

Yet she wanted to do it so much.

“It doesn’t matter. I’ve already thrown away my family name.”

For pleasure.

“It won’t just end as a mere incident.”

“It’s okay. Only you and I know about this anyway.”

“…….”

Glasses-Max showed a sign of surprise for the first time.

She felt a strange sense of satisfaction.

It was a different kind of satisfaction than before.

“Are you serious?”

This question wouldn’t be a simple question from Max in the illusion.

It would be a question from the real Max beyond this illusion, the one who controlled the illusion and gave her pleasure.

In response to that question, Helen nodded.

“Yes. I’m okay. If it’s you, Master, if it’s my Instructor, even if you take my virginity…”

She took off Max’s glasses.

As she took off Max’s glasses, a strange tremor accompanied a change in her surroundings.

It was the same Max’s shop, but a faintly glowing magic circle was shimmering near her.

Then the light disappeared.

Except for the magic circle, the sensations and the surrounding scenery were the same, but she realized she had returned to reality.

Because.

The soiled uniform was gone.

But now, such trifles didn’t matter.

What mattered now was.

“Do it quickly.”

Max looking down at her.

Helen added words that a noblewoman would never utter.

“Woof.”

It was the moment the illusion relationship became a real relationship.