The sensation of being unable to use her power properly was unfamiliar.
Spirits were like extensions of Helen's body.
So the spirits' lack of response, no matter how much she called, was bewildering.
Even without her explicit command, the spirits would naturally appear to protect her whenever she was in danger.
"Why…?"
Why weren't they responding when she was being humiliated by this pathetic loser?
Hurry up and answer me.
Come save me from this loser and that mage…
"What, still looking for your old spirits?"
The loser fondling her breasts sneered at her.
"You bastard…"
"You still haven't come to your senses. Well, since you've forgotten your place, I'll be understanding as your boyfriend."
"Who, who's your girlfriend…?"
"Saying that even after seeing that crystal orb? That hurts."
The loser gripping her breasts kissed her neck.
"S-Stop it!"
"Yell, and soon others will see. That's fine with you? Class is about to start."
"What?"
"Everyone's heading to the lecture hall for class. Except us, the loners. Want others to see you like this?"
Who could she show herself to, pinned down and having her breasts violated by a loser?
But to escape this situation, she needed someone's help.
"Someone, help me… Mmph!"
"Still not getting it."
With the loser forcibly covering her mouth, Helen couldn't say a word.
Just a loser.
She never imagined she'd be dragged around by the loser she always ignored and despised.
How could she?
She and this loser lived in different worlds.
She was the proud Sylvester.
And this loser was a nobody, a loner.
"No one's coming to help you."
"…Don't be ridiculous."
"Oh? Want to bet?"
"What?"
"Let's go inside right now and see how everyone—professors and students—reacts if I harass you in front of them."
Helen twisted her lips.
"You've already done something with this illusion magic. I won't believe anything you do."
"Still thinking it's an illusion after getting slapped by those delinquents? Really?"
The loser gripped her breasts roughly.
"Hng!"
"Look at you. Moaning just from having your breasts grabbed. This can't be an illusion, right?"
"D-Don't be ridiculous… Hng!"
His fingers toyed with her nipples.
"You like it here, don't you? I taught you that you love it."
"Hnn, haa! S-Stop…"
While Helen whimpered under the loser's hands violating her breasts,
"What's going on here?"
A familiar face.
Professor Simond, the spirit department professor.
The professor who adored and favored her most.
He said Helen would change the entire paradigm of the spirit world.
"Professor Simond! H-Help me!"
She desperately shouted toward Professor Simond.
But his eyes didn't turn to her.
"Propard, how many times do I have to tell you to get to class on time?"
"Sorry, Professor."
"P-Professor?"
Stunned by the professor blatantly ignoring her, Helen stammered as she called out to him.
She had to escape this place.
She knew this world and Professor Simond were fake, but she needed to use whatever she could.
"Professor, it's me, Helen. Helen Sylvester, the greatest spirit summoner. I'm being harassed by some nameless loser. Do something about him, now!"
Only then did Simond's gaze turn to Helen.
A cold look, as if staring at a bug.
Tch.
Clicking his tongue, Professor Simond looked back at the loser.
"Propard, didn't you say you'd properly educate this commoner Helen?"
"…Huh?"
"I'm sorry, Professor."
"How dare a mere commoner speak informally and give orders to a noble and a professor? Unacceptable. If you don't train her properly, both you and Helen will be expelled."
"I'll keep that in mind. Don't worry."
Helen stared blankly as Professor Simond walked away.
"See? That's your place here."
"…This can't be."
Even if it was an illusion, the disdainful look was unbearable.
Is this what it feels like?
This helpless, powerless feeling?
Knowing it's an illusion, her head felt tight.
An unpleasant, strange sensation.
Overwhelmed by a feeling she'd never experienced, Helen couldn't speak.
"Looks like you've finally realized your place. Let's go. To our secret classroom."
While being dragged, Helen mulled over the overwhelming sense of defeat.
The feeling that she was nothing began to settle uncomfortably in her chest.
When she regained her focus,
"How's this? The place of our memories."
She was standing with the loser in an old, deserted lecture hall.
"Disgusting. I want to leave, so stop this…"
"You heard the professor. I have a duty to educate you properly. I opposed the faculty's decision to expel you, saying I'd tame you into a proper commoner."
"Your jokes aren't funny. Memories made by an illusion…"
"That hurts. But it's fine. Making you remember again will be fun."
The loser approached her.
Rip!
"Kyaaa!"
He tore off her clothes roughly.
"I tried to explain nicely, but no more. Time to get serious."
As he stripped off her tattered clothes, equally worn-out underwear came into view.
It was the mint-colored underwear she loved most.
The bra covering Helen's large breasts was frayed from lack of repair.
Even knowing it was an illusion, it was utterly shameful.
Her beautiful, fair skin stood out starkly under the worn underwear.
"You're definitely pretty."
"You, you…"
"I said I'd get serious. Time for the loser you despised to make you pay."
He removed the bra covering her breasts.
Then he roughly grabbed her breasts with both hands.
Helen's breasts, soft like whipped cream cake, changed shape under the loser's touch.
Her large breasts, too big for his hands, were ravaged by him.
"Stop… Mmph…"
Realizing the loser enjoyed her moans, Helen covered her mouth, suppressing them as much as possible.
She didn't know how this illusion worked, but she wouldn't give them what they wanted.
She gritted her teeth and endured.
Just endure. Endure.
Just a bit longer.
Until this loser loses interest.
She shut her eyes tightly, suppressing the sensations.
But her breasts, fondled by the man's hands, betrayed her resolve, her nipples hardening as they accepted his touch.
"Trying to endure is cute, but your body's honest."
"…"
"It's fine. I'll make you moan soon enough. I know exactly what you like."
He bit her breast.
Bringing his mouth to her upper breast, he sucked so hard his cheeks hollowed.
"Mmph…"
Her body twitched at the tickling sensation on her breast.
Unconsciously, she rubbed her thighs together, twisting her body.
In her mind, it was to escape, but to others, it looked like she was writhing in excitement, enticing the man.
"Why am I doing this with a loser like him…"
A deep sense of humiliation surged.
She, who always sat at the top of the food chain, dominating others, couldn't even defeat this pathetic loser.
Was she less than a herbivore?
I'm a Sylvester heiress.
But contrary to her thoughts, her body was starting to get used to the humiliation he inflicted.
His tongue, licking both her nipples at once, was skilled enough to make many women cry.
He constantly checked Helen's reactions while licking her breasts.
"Getting harder, huh? You like that?"
"If my spirits return…"
"Then you'll have to obey me forever. Your spirits won't come back."
It felt like someone was forcibly squeezing her breasts.
Her heart raced so fast it was hard to breathe.
By staying silent and not resisting, the bitter sense of defeat became even clearer.
A humiliation she'd never experienced in her life.
Her clothes forcibly stripped.
Her breasts sucked and violated.
Even in an illusion, it was unbearable.
"Ha, ha."
Her breathing grew ragged.
Rage surged.
She wanted to kill this man so badly, but the utter despair of being unable to do anything was excruciating.
The more she felt that emotion, the faster her heart raced.
Her head felt hot, blood rushing.
Amid the dizziness, her breasts felt tingly.
Those breasts, untouched by anyone.
Breasts that academy students and even delinquents didn't dare glance at.
This loser was ravaging them freely.
As if they belonged to him.
The professor in the illusion treated it as natural that this man was in charge of her.
That made it even more infuriating.
Even if it was an illusion.
This kind of man, with me?
Her pride was wounded.
That's when it happened.
"Ha, you're warmed up enough. Now, open your mouth."
"What?"
"Open your mouth. I'll make it even better."
"You think I'll open my mouth just because you—mmph!"
The loser grabbed both her cheeks tightly.
Her lips parted naturally.
In this illusion, nothing went her way.
"Stick out your tongue. Before I force it out."
Not wanting that, Helen flinched and stuck out her tongue.
"It's been a while since our oath kiss."
"Wha?"
"What do you mean? In this academy, I'm your master."
"Don't be ridiculous. Mmph!"
The loser's tongue forcibly covered hers.
She tried to close her mouth to resist, but his hands forced it open.
His slick, hot tongue aggressively assaulted hers.
It was a slimy tentacle violating her purity, a filthy touch summoning corruption.
Each time their tongues met and parted, their saliva mixed, trailing like threads.
They say the mouth is the most sensitive part of the human body.
The loser's skilled tongue began to awaken sensations she'd never used.
"It's disgusting."
It was her first kiss.
A forbidden zone no one had dared touch.
And this pathetic loser had stolen it.
The thought of his essence entering her body made her feel a humiliation she'd never experienced.
She wanted to spit it out, but he wouldn't let go of her mouth.
Lips met lips, tongues entwined.
When his tongue roamed her mouth, Helen shut her eyes tightly.
The moment she closed her eyes, the sensation became even sharper.
Somewhere between disgust and pleasure.
The vile sensation stirred by this demonic tongue lingered in her mouth.
So annoying.
Why do I have to go through this?
I only came to find Yuris's weakness.
Tears welled up.
Miserable and sorrowful.
Even knowing it was an illusion, the emotions felt overwhelmingly real.
Far more than the pleasure her body felt.
"Phew, looks like you enjoyed the oath kiss with your master."
The loser's mouth was covered in her saliva.
Her lipstick was smudged, a mark of their intense kiss.
It was a vulgar, sticky sight.
With a smug grin, the loser's hand moved to her private area.
"Soaking wet like a beast in heat."
His fingers, slipping under her skirt, toyed with her womanhood.
"Hng!"
No matter how much she tried to endure, she couldn't suppress the pleasure rising from below.
"Your thighs are drenched. You didn't even notice because you were so caught up in the nipple play and kissing, huh?"
His fingers, now raised, glistened with her transparent, slick fluids.
"No. That's not…"
"Then look for yourself. There's a mirror."
Lifting her skirt, the loser dragged her to a mirror.
Helen saw.
In the mirror, her blue eyes were unfocused and dazed, her face flushed with excitement, her hair disheveled and sticking to her face, her mouth glistening with the loser's saliva.
Her erect nipples and areolas boldly proclaimed her arousal, and her panties, visible under the lifted skirt, were soaked with her fluids.
Her fluids dripped down her thighs.
"This is… me?"
This can't be.
I definitely, definitely didn't want this.
There's no way I enjoyed what this man did.
"How…"
"Be honest now."
The loser whispered in her ear, grinning lewdly.