The Absolute Beings Obsessed with My Defeat Addiction

The feeling of being unable to use my powers properly is unfamiliar.

The spirits were Helen’s limbs.

Therefore, she was bewildered by the spirits’ lack of response, no matter how much she called out to them.

Even without her explicit commands, the spirits would instinctively appear and protect her whenever danger threatened her.

“Wh-why…?”

Why are they not reacting even though I’m being humiliated by this pathetic loser?

Answer quickly and come find me!

Come quickly and deal with this loser and that mage…

“What? Still looking for your old spirits?”

The loser, who was fondling her breasts, sneered at her.

“You bastard…”

“You still haven’t come to your senses. Well, I guess it’s understandable since you’ve completely forgotten your situation. Your boyfriend will understand.”

“Wh-who’s my boyfriend…?”

“Saying that after seeing that crystal ball? That hurts.”

The loser, still clutching her breast, kissed her neck.

“St-stop it!”

“If you scream, others will see, are you okay with that? Classes are about to start soon.”

“What?”

“Everyone went into the classroom for class, except for the two of us loners. Are you okay with showing this to others?”

Being suppressed by the loser, unable to move, and having my breasts violated—who could I show this to?

But to get out of this situation, I needed help.

“Someone help m-eep!”

“Still haven’t come to your senses.”

With his hand forcefully covering her mouth, Helen couldn’t speak.

He was just a loser.

She had never imagined that she, who always scorned and loathed losers, would be dragged around like this by someone like him.

How could she imagine it?

She and this loser lived in different worlds.

She was the proud Silvesta.

And this loser was nothing but a nobody.

“No one will help you.”

“…Don’t be ridiculous.”

“Oh really? Then shall we make a bet?”

“What?”

“Let’s go inside right now and see how everyone reacts when I humiliate you in front of the professor and the students.”

Helen twisted her lips.

“You must have already done something with illusion magic. No matter what you do, I won’t believe you.”

“You were beaten up by those thugs earlier, and you still think it’s an illusion? Really?”

The loser roughly grabbed her breasts.

“Hngh!”

“See? You’re already moaning just from me grabbing your breasts. This can’t be an illusion, can it?”

“R-ridiculous… Hngh!”

His fingers caressed her nipples.

“You like that, don’t you? I told you you’d like it.”

“Hng, haah! St-stop…”

Just as Helen was whimpering under the loser’s touch,

“What are you doing there?”

A familiar face.

Professor Simond, the professor of the Spirit Department.

The professor who favored and liked her the most.

He said Helen would change the entire paradigm of the Spirit Department.

“Professor Simond! H-help me!”

She desperately called out to Professor Simond.

But his eyes weren’t on her.

“Propad Youngsik, how many times do I have to tell you to get to class on time?”

“I’m sorry, Professor.”

“Pr-Professor?”

Bewildered by the professor’s blatant disregard, Helen stammered as she called out to him.

She had to get out of there quickly.

She knew this world and Professor Simond were fake, but she needed to use whatever she could.

“Professor, I’m Helen. Helen Silvesta, the best spirit master. I’m being harassed by this loser whose name I don’t even know. Please deal with this guy quickly! Now!”

At her words, Simond’s gaze finally turned to Helen.

A cold gaze, like looking at a bug.

Tsk.

Professor Simond clicked his tongue and looked back at the loser.

“Propad Youngsik, didn’t I tell you to properly educate the commoner Helen?”

“…Eh?”

“I’m sorry, Professor.”

“How dare a commoner talk back and give orders to a noble and a professor? Isn’t that unthinkable? If you don’t properly educate her and teach her manners, I’ll expel both Helen and Youngsik, so remember that.”

“Yes, sir. Don’t worry.”

She blankly watched Professor Simond walk away.

“See? Your place here.”

“…This can’t be happening.”

Even if it was an illusion, the condescending gaze was unbearable.

This feeling?

This feeling of helplessness, of being unable to do anything?

Even though she knew it was an illusion, she felt a tightness in her head.

A strange, unpleasant feeling.

Helen couldn’t utter a word, overwhelmed by this unprecedented feeling.

“It seems you’ve realized your place. Let’s go. To our secret classroom.”

On the way, Helen dwelled on the sense of defeat she felt.

This feeling of being nothing, this unpleasant sensation, began to slowly take root in her heart.

And when Helen regained her composure,

“How is it? Our place of memories.”

She stood with the loser in a deserted old classroom.

“This is disgusting. I want to go now, so stop…”

“I heard what the professor said. I have a duty to properly educate you. I opposed the faculty’s attempt to expel you. I said I would tame you into a well-behaved commoner.”

“This isn’t funny. A memory created by an illusion…”

“That hurts. But it’s okay. Recreating the memory will be fun too.”

The loser approached her.

And.

Rip!

“Kyaak!”

He roughly tore off her clothes.

“I tried to explain it nicely, but I guess I can’t anymore. I’ll have to use force.”

As her tattered clothes came off, equally worn underwear was revealed.

Her favorite mint-green underwear.

The underwear covering Helen’s large breasts was frayed from years of neglect.

Even though she knew it was an illusion, it was so pathetic.

Her beautiful, white skin stood out against the worn underwear.

“You’re definitely pretty.”

“Yo-you…”

“I said I’d use force. Let’s see how you fare against the loser you so despised.”

He removed the bra covering her breasts.

Then, he roughly grabbed her breasts with both hands.

Helen’s breasts, like soft cream cake, were reshaped by the loser’s touch.

Her large breasts, too big to be held comfortably in one hand, were being violated.

“Don’t… Hngh…”

Realizing that the loser enjoyed her moans, Helen covered her mouth, suppressing her sounds as much as possible.

She didn’t know how this illusion worked, but she wouldn’t give them the satisfaction.

She gritted her teeth and endured.

No matter how much she screamed or resisted, if he continued, she just had to wait until he lost interest.

She bit her lower lip, trying to control her ragged breathing.

Endure. Endure.

Just a little longer.

Until this loser loses interest.

She squeezed her eyes shut, suppressing the sensations.

But her breasts, kneaded by the man’s hands, defied her resolve, her nipples hardening as they welcomed his touch.

“Enduring is cute, but your body is honest.”

“…”

“It’s okay. I’ll make you moan soon. I know all your erogenous zones.”

He bit her breast.

He brought his mouth to her upper chest and sucked strongly, his cheeks sinking in.

“Hngh…”

Her body writhed under the tingling sensation.

Unknowingly, she rubbed her thighs and twisted her body.

It was an attempt to escape, but to others, it looked like a seductive act of arousal.

‘Why am I doing this to this loser…’

A terrible sense of humiliation welled up.

She, who always sat at the top of the food chain, dominating others, couldn’t even defeat this pathetic loser.

Wasn’t she worse than a herbivore?

I’m a noblewoman of the Silvesta family.

But contrary to her thoughts, her body was becoming accustomed to the humiliation inflicted by this loser.

The loser’s skillful tongue, which had made many women cry, gathered her large breasts and licked her nipples.

He licked her breasts, constantly checking her condition.

“Getting firmer? You like it that much?”

“If only the spirits would return…”

“Then you’ll have to serve me for life. Your spirits won’t return.”

It felt like someone was forcefully squeezing her breasts.

Her heart pounded so fast it was hard to breathe.

As she resisted and remained silent, the intense sense of defeat became even clearer.

It was a humiliation she had never experienced in her life.

Being forcibly undressed.

Having her breasts sucked and violated.

Even if it was an illusion, it was unbearable.

“Haah, haah.”

Her breathing became ragged.

Rage welled up.

She wanted to kill this man, but the fact that she couldn’t do anything was utterly despairing.

The stronger the feeling, the faster her heart beat.

Her head felt hot, blood rushing to it.

Amidst the throbbing, she felt a tingling sensation in her breasts.

The breasts that no one had ever touched.

The breasts that even the academy cadets and the thugs dared not look at.

This loser was violating them freely.

As if they were his own.

The professor in the illusion even treated it as a matter of course, saying this man was her instructor.

That was even more infuriating.

Even if it was an illusion.

This man, me?

Her pride was hurt.

Then.

“Haah, the warm-up is complete. Now, open your mouth.”

“What?”

“Open your mouth. I’ll do something even better now.”

“I’m not going to open my mouth for someone like you…eep!”

The loser forcefully squeezed her cheeks.

Her lips parted naturally.

In this illusion, nothing was under her control.

“Stick out your tongue. Before I forcibly pull it out.”

Helen, hating that more than anything, flinched and stuck out her tongue.

“Let’s have a vow of allegiance kiss.”

“Wh-what?”

“What do you mean? In this academy, I’m your master.”

“Don’t be ridicu-eep!”

The loser’s tongue forcefully covered hers.

She tried to close her mouth to resist, but his hand, which had forced it open, prevented her from doing so.

The loser’s slippery, hot tongue roughly pushed against hers.

It was a tenacious tentacle that violated innocence, a filthy touch that called for corruption.

Each time their tongues met and parted, their saliva mixed, stretching like threads.

They say the mouth is the most sensitive part of the human body.

The loser’s skillful tongue began to awaken her senses, senses she had never used before.

‘This is disgusting.’

It was her first kiss.

A forbidden zone that no one dared to touch.

That place had been taken by this pathetic loser.

The thought of this loser’s thing entering her body filled Helen with an unprecedented sense of humiliation.

She wanted to spit it out immediately, but the loser wouldn’t let go.

Their lips met, their tongues intertwined.

When the loser’s tongue began to explore her mouth, Helen squeezed her eyes shut.

The moment she closed her eyes, the sensation became even more vivid.

Somewhere between disgust and pleasure.

This terrible sensation, evoked by the devil’s tongue, refused to leave her mouth.

This is infuriating.

Why am I going through this?

I only came here to find out Yuris weakness.

Tears welled up.

From misery and sadness.

Even though she knew it was an illusion, this feeling was overwhelmingly real.

Much more than the pleasure she felt in her body.

“Pff, you seemed to enjoy the vow of allegiance kiss with your master.”

The loser’s mouth was smeared with her saliva.

And, symbolizing their passionate kiss, Helen’s lipstick was smudged.

It was a vulgar, sloppy sight.

The loser, grinning, reached for her private parts.

“You’re dripping wet like a horny beast.”

His finger slipped into her skirt and caressed her pussy.

“Hngh!”

No matter how hard she tried to restrain herself, she couldn’t bear the pleasure rising from below.

“Your thighs are soaked.  Were you so lost in the nipple play and kisses you didn’t notice?”

The nerd’s finger, raised again, gleamed, slick with what appeared to be her own transparent, glistening vaginal fluid.

“No.  It, it couldn’t be… .”

“Then see for yourself. There’s a mirror.”

The nerd, lifting Helen’s skirt, dragged her before the mirror.

Helen saw.

In the mirror, her blue eyes were unfocused and dilated, her face flushed with excitement. The hair she’d tossed back and forth to suppress her pleasure was plastered messily to her face, her lips glistening with the nerd’s saliva.

Her erect nipples and areolae boldly proclaimed her arousal, and beneath her lifted skirt, her panties were completely soaked and overflowing with vaginal fluid.

The fluid trickled down her thighs.

“This… is me?”

This can’t be right.

I clearly, clearly disliked it.

There’s no way I could enjoy what this man is doing.

“How… .”

“Be honest now.”

The nerd, whispering in her ear, smiled lecherously.