I was conducting research in the shop today for Yuris's next video.
It was noisy outside due to the mock battle between the First and Second Knight Orders, but that had nothing to do with me.
"Watching Yuris win wouldn't help with creating materials…"
I'd seen enough of her victories to last a lifetime.
My mind was overflowing with scenes of the goddess of victory triumphing.
She won in such diverse ways.
Her victories were plastered all over the empire's propaganda, so there was no need to see another one.
Instead, it was time to think about how to satisfy her.
"She probably wants penetration by now…"
How do I create the illusion of actual insertion?
"I can't just shove a dildo into her pussy."
This is a shop that shows illusions to experience desires, not a place that sells cocks.
That's the line I maintain.
If I went all out and penetrated her in an illusion without knowing if she truly wanted it, I'd be dragged off by the imperial guards.
Getting hauled away as a sex offender is the last thing I want.
I might even face a religious trial.
So, without actual penetration in reality, the illusion needs to make her feel like she's being penetrated.
That means.
"Some stimulation to her pussy and vagina is needed."
Stimulation.
"Make her think she's being stimulated by lightly pressing."
An idea came to mind.
First, modify the center of the chair where Yuris sits to have a slightly blunt protrusion, so it presses against her crotch when she starts writhing in arousal.
Code it so the sensation felt in reality is amplified several times in the illusion.
Then, gently press below her navel to stimulate her vagina.
Her already aroused body will react instantly, falling into a pseudo-sensation of penetration without actual insertion.
"But that alone isn't enough."
I know.
Without direct stimulation, the experience is far less satisfying.
That's why I made a realistic dildo and placed it between her legs, wasn't it?
Pressing her pussy and lower abdomen only directs her nerves to that area.
To recreate the feeling of penetration, she needs to feel a similar sensation simultaneously.
"To trick her senses, she needs a direct pseudo-sensation."
How?
By making her feel it in another hole, like it's happening simultaneously.
That hole being.
Her mouth.
Unlike other holes, the mouth is already exposed.
Should I use a dildo for it?
Or a real cock? That was the dilemma.
"A real cock would make it much more realistic."
Since it's not going into her pussy, the sensation in her mouth needs to be as real as possible.
That way, synchronizing it with the lower sensation would feel more authentic.
"I'll figure it out when the time comes."
Anyway, this scene will include fellatio and sex together.
Of course, only if Yuris reveals those desires in the illusion.
"She's probably more than heated up by now."
She must want the real thing.
When will she show up?
Outside, the cheers of the crowd continued.
They didn't stop until I finished maintaining and finalizing the magic circle.
A loud cheer signaled the end of the mock battle.
Fireworks burst high in the sky.
The fight was over, and the results were out.
Probably Yuris's victory.
I didn't need to see it to know.
She's strong.
At least with a sword, few could defeat her.
While the empire and the continent had many strong fighters, few could beat Yuris in combat.
As if she were blessed by a goddess.
"No customers today either."
Sighing with disappointment, that's when it happened.
Knock, knock.
Someone knocked on the door.
Huh? A new customer at this hour?
It couldn't be Yuris.
Grumbling about the inconsiderate timing, I opened the door.
And there stood.
"Um, I-I'm a bit late today."
Yuris, her face flushed, stood there without even wiping off her sweat.
"Commander? Why aren't you at the afterparty…?"
"It was boring. The same old afterparty every time."
Coming inside, she turned her bright red face and spoke.
"C-Can I request a video today too?"
"…It's late."
"I-I'll pay extra, as much as needed. I've been feeling… bored lately."
"Alright. Would you like to wash up first, or…?"
"Ah…"
Only then did Yuris realize she hadn't washed after the battle.
The battle was short, but sweat still beaded on her forehead.
It wasn't enough to soak her, but her body definitely smelled of sweat.
Normally, the refined knight Yuris wouldn't have tolerated her condition.
But now, she was driven by her desires.
"Can we… do it like this?"
Curiosity piqued, she stopped checking her condition.
Her face showed anticipation for what scene she'd see entering the illusion in her sweaty state.
"It's fine. But in that case, the people in the illusion might react differently. Are you okay with that?"
"That's… actually good. I mean, I'm curious. What it'd feel like if it changes based on my condition."
Not a refined expression at all.
Yuris was showing a face unbecoming of a victorious knight.
"Understood. I'll set up a chair in the center of the magic circle, so please sit there."
"I'll do that."
I set up the temporarily modified chair for Yuris, and she sat down immediately.
"Is this chair okay? It feels like something's pressing…"
Yuris, unable to say where it was pressing, glanced at me.
"That sensation will give you the best experience, Commander."
"The best experience…"
Already a regular, Yuris's face was filled with anticipation rather than aversion to the shameless act.
She fidgeted, eager to enter the illusion.
"Alright. I'll endure it."
"Then we'll start immediately."
The illusion magic circle activated.
"Ugh!"
Yuris closed her eyes tightly, beginning to see the changing illusion.
The spark in her eyes faded, and a thin magical veil formed around her.
A space filled with illusion magic that created a virtual world.
Anyone inside that veil would be convinced by the illusion's powerful magic.
Even if that person was Yuris.
"If she sensed hostility from the magic circle, she could dismantle it instantly."
But since the circle was designed to focus solely on her desires, it wouldn't be forcibly broken.
It wasn't made to harm anyone in the first place.
Inside the illusion's veil, Yuris looked around like someone wearing a VR headset.
Her surroundings must have transformed into the forest she experienced before.
Her unfocused eyes met mine as she scanned around.
In that moment, her lips loosened, and she grinned.
It was a fleeting moment.
Returning to her usual expression, Yuris bristled like a hedgehog, glaring at me with hostility.
In the illusion, I must look like the bandit who humiliated her.
"She liked it more than I thought."
The expression she showed when she first saw me was one of anticipation.
Swelling with excitement for what was to come.
"I'll satisfy you with the best service."
So our knight will enthusiastically promote us to others.
Of course, I know a refined knight like her wouldn't openly recommend such a scandalous shop.
"But once she lets go and embraces her desires, she'll want to confess on her own."
That could lead to big-time promotion.
- The shop even Iron-Blooded Knight Yuris was satisfied with.
- It was the best experience.
If she loves our shop, business will thrive.
That would make restoring Nanako, the legendary video, much easier—my original plan.
Finishing my thoughts, I immersed myself in the role of the bandit in the illusion.
I'll show you the improvements from the previous video without holding back, Commander.
***
Arriving back at the familiar forest, Yuris's face softened with joy upon seeing the bandit before her.
How much she had missed this.
She had held back for the mock battle.
Almost a week without seeing him.
Her alone time wasn't enough to satisfy her.
The moments of him sneering, belittling, and humiliating her kept resurfacing.
Of course, each time, the thought of how vulgar it was gripped her rationality.
But imagining herself in a mess in front of her subordinates before the mock battle gave her a strange sense of liberation.
Even after defeating Veron, even when receiving a medal from the Empress and cheers from the masses, she wasn't happy.
Even then, she imagined being violated by the bandit.
"I must be crazy."
Feeling her lower parts getting wet as she imagined being taken by the bandit, she hurriedly fled the scene.
Surprised at her lack of excitement at the afterparty, her steps, as if possessed, led her to the illusion theater.
That's why.
She only realized too late that she hadn't showered after the mock battle.
At the same time, she anticipated what insults the bandit would hurl at her in this state.
And now.
"It's been a while."
The moment she heard the bandit's voice, Yuris felt her body tremble.
Anticipation, and fear.
Her heart pounded at the thought of what she'd be subjected to.
She should hate it, this shouldn't happen.
Why did the corners of her mouth keep trying to curl up?
"N-No, I didn't come because I missed you."
"Of course not. You came to play the tragic heroine again, didn't you? You didn't come for me, but for this cock, right?"
"…"
While she trembled, unable to respond, the bandit, now close, sniffed her.
Sniff, sniff.
"You came drenched in pheromones like a bitch in heat. Were you that desperate to be fucked by males?"
Yuris could no longer resist his humiliating words.
In the illusion, Yuris was no longer the knight of victory.
She was just an ordinary woman, steeped in defeat.
"T-That's not true. I…"
"Whatever. That's not important. What matters is you came here to be fucked again, and I'm here facing you, right?"
"…"
"Stick out your arms. I'm taking you to the hideout today."
"W-We're not doing it here?"
"If you prefer doing it outside, I'll indulge you."
"N-No."
"Good. Then stick them out. Wouldn't it be better to be dragged as a captive?"
"…"
She nodded.
Rough shackles bound her arms.
And he stripped off her armor piece by piece.
She didn't resist the bandit's hands removing her armor.
Only her casual clothes remained beneath the armor.
Commonly called a running shirt, only her sports underwear covering her chest and stomach remained.
She felt grateful that at least this clothing was left, showing how utterly submissive she had become.
Shackles bound her wrists and ankles, and the bandit held the rope connected to them.
When he pulled the rope, Yuris was naturally dragged along.
Her heart raced, realizing she could no longer escape him no matter how much she struggled.
Thump, thump.
She didn't want to admit it, but she saw herself anticipating what he'd do to her.
Clank, clank.
The rough sound of the shackles and chains as she followed him seemed to reflect her current state.
I'm not the real Yuris right now.
As they approached the hideout, the gatekeepers spoke with the bandit.
"Who's the woman behind you?"
"The so-called Iron-Blooded Knight I caught last time."
"Oh, that one? Haha, nice body."
"Don't even dream about it. This one's mine."
"Got it, boss."
At the bandit's claim of ownership, Yuris bit her lip.
It should have upset her, but instead, her lips curled upward.
Becoming someone's possession.
It might not be so bad, she thought.
Entering the hideout, she felt the gazes of other bandits.
They didn't approach beyond necessity, only staring at Yuris.
"Fucking gorgeous. The boss is lucky tonight. He's gonna keep playing with her, isn't he?"
"Man, her ass looks so fuckable."
"Damn bitch, if I'd caught her, I'd have fucked her senseless."
"Heh, with you, she wouldn't even feel it, would she?"
"What?"
"She claims to be the Iron-Blooded Knight, but caught like that, can she even call herself the goddess of victory?"
"There are lots of dumb bitches like that these days, pretending to be Yuris the Iron-Blooded Knight and going on adventures."
Vulgar words treating women as objects were exchanged.
They were clearly aimed at her.
Talk of fucking her, tying her up, and raping her.
Glancing at the bandits spewing unspeakable words, Yuris felt not displeasure but her chest heating up.
She knew it was strange, but she couldn't suppress the rising desire.
"By the way, didn't the Iron-Blooded Knight, the symbol of victory, beat the Second Knight Commander in the mock battle today?"
"…Huh?"
"She's probably celebrating her victory with her subordinates at a feast right now."
"…T-That's…"
Her body kept trembling.
She pictured Jeko and her knights enjoying the feast without her.
While they celebrated victory, she came here to indulge in defeat.
Unable to lift her head from inexplicable guilt, the bandit turned to her and said.
"So you can't be the real Yuris, right?"
At the bandit's words, looking down at her, Yuris nodded.
The strong, musky male scent emanated from the bandit holding her.
The scent a female couldn't help but follow.
"Y-Yes. I'm not the real Yuris."
In that moment, Iron-Blooded Knight Yuris abandoned herself for defeat.