The Absolute Beings Obsessed with My Defeat Addiction

Helen’s illusion was a meticulously crafted illusion magic designed to fully satisfy her desired vision of Yuris’s ‘defeat’ and ‘lust.’

To that, she added something she most detested.

-Do you have any disliked preferences?

-I hate losers. Losers who have absolutely no intention of improving themselves.  I feel like their negativity is contagious just being around them. But why are you asking?

Losers.

The stipulation was that to show her something similar to what Yuris had seen, she had to pinpoint one specific person.

-A total nerd from an academy.  Gloomy, a loner, academically inept, lacking in ability, and wearing shabby, worn-out clothes; that kind of guy.

The image of this “nerd,” derived from her description, was inscribed into the magic circle.

Unlike Yuris, whose preferences were firmly established, Helen’s illusion was a bit different.

Instead of extracting from existing images, it was decided to create the illusionary video based on her memories.

It would be a slightly more difficult task than with Yuris, but this method would be the most effective for Helen.

Because she had a clear, existing object of intense aversion.

So, as per her wishes (?), I decided to create a scenario where she was ‘defeated’ by the person she hated most, crumbling under the weight of ‘lust.’

It would allow me to infer what kind of video Yuris had seen, and perhaps make her reflect on her arrogant attitude.

“Your stubbornness and pride are truly remarkable.”

Watching Helen, who stubbornly refused to yield even within the illusion, I, playing the role of the nerd in her fantasy, spoke.

Even within the illusion, she maintained her pride as Silvesta.

Despite becoming the very type of person she despised most.

Even in a situation where she was being humiliated by such a being, Helen remained remarkably steadfast, clinging to her resolve.

Within the illusion, she continuously denied the reality of her situation, the loss of everything.

An ordinary person would have leaned into the pleasure, enjoying the situation.

Though, the moment she saw her completely disheveled reflection in the mirror, her resolve seemed to waver.

‘Well, she didn’t enter the illusion of her own free will.’

Unlike Yuris, who had desired defeat, Helen had entered this illusion to exploit Yuris’s weakness.

Furthermore, it wasn’t her own desires being fulfilled, but a situation she intensely disliked being forcibly imposed upon her.

‘It’s understandable that she’d resist.’

Her reaction provided quite valuable data.

Not only did it show that individuals with strong mental fortitude like Helen could withstand other desires, but also that those familiar with illusion magic would seek ways to escape it.

‘I need to be meticulous in my work to prevent that loophole from appearing.’

I flinched as the nerd in the illusion attempted to escape using spirit magic, but it was futile.

High-level illusion magic could reverse the mana flow, preventing any magic or aura from manifesting.

And that included spirits.

No matter how much she called out to them, the spirits wouldn’t hear her.  In a situation where the mana flow was reversed, the spirits’ voices would never reach the spirit realm.

‘Only two illusion mages in the world can do this.’

Myself and my master, Meiko.

No one else could twist the mana flow of illusion magic to this extent.

The amount of effort I poured into perfecting this…

It’s necessary to create videos that satisfy any desire, regardless of the situation.

‘If they don’t like the video and tear a hole in the world to escape, the immersion is completely ruined.’

Now then, let’s see how much our Silvesta, unable to use spirit magic, can enjoy this.

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“Why…why isn’t anyone answering?”

Helen murmured, her voice trembling.

To escape this nerd, she had whispered and shouted to her spirits countless times, more than dozens.

But not once did the spirits respond to her calls.

No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t escape alone.

“Do you understand now? You’re a useless loser, just like the person you so despised.”

His thick fingers entered her panties.

The grinding movement of his fingers against her clit.

His hand squeezing her clit as if wringing it out.

“Mph!”

A moan escaped her lips, despite her attempts to suppress it.

Love juice dripped down her panties.

It was a sensation she should have hated.

“Mmm… Mmm…”

With every rub of his fingers, her buttocks twitched.

She had to resist.

She absolutely didn’t want to see this nerd enjoying this.

“Haah, haah.”

Her body wouldn’t obey her.

Just like her spirits had betrayed her.

Just like her family had abandoned her.

Even her body was defying her will.

Twitch, twitch.

Every time his fingers touched her vaginal walls.

“Ugh!!!”

A moan escaped her lips.

Her eyes rolled back.

Her muscles trembled uncontrollably, rendering her unable to control her body.

“Another one? This is the fourth time already. Still refusing to accept it?”

Helen’s body, weakened by orgasm, leaned against the nerd’s.

He looked frail, no different from her on the surface, but as she leaned against him, she felt the firm muscles beneath his clothes.

A man’s body is this firm.

Even a nerd.

What am I thinking?

Snap out of it, Helen.

“Don’t stop. Spread your legs.”

“Kyaaah!!!”

A moan escaped her lips, a whimper almost, as he took advantage of her momentary lapse in concentration.

“Ughk! Mmm!”

Her body, which had never known a man, dripped with anticipation with every touch.

Her vagina, having once tasted pleasure, secreted more slippery fluids, craving even greater pleasure.

“Now, rub yourself.”

“…What?”

“Masturbate. It’s about time you did it yourself, isn’t it?”

“…”

“I’ll let you go once you reach climax.  Isn’t that what you’ve been looking for, whatever it is?”

“Okay.”

“But.”

The nerd positioned her in front of a full-length mirror.

“Masturbate using your reflection as your target.  Wouldn’t that be more satisfying for someone as narcissistic as you? More than masturbating with a mere man.”

“…”

This is better.

Better than masturbating with that nerd.

Better to look at myself.

Helen looked at her reflection.

She stood naked before the mirror, completely undressed.

The only remaining symbol of Silvesta was her long silver hair.

Even that was matted to her body with her sweat and saliva.

Everything that had once filled her with pride was now soiled.

She couldn’t look away.

It was an order.

She had to do this to be released.

“Spread your legs like a crab and masturbate with your vagina exposed.”

Gritting her teeth, she spread her legs wide, exposing her vagina.

A sense of defeat tightened its grip on her heart.

Her breath hitched, but she had to endure.

Endure. Endure.

If only she could endure this…

She reassured herself that her real self was fine, and began to masturbate.

Creak, creak.

Helen’s slender fingers entered her vagina.

She had always been afraid to touch herself, using only her index finger to masturbate.

“So that’s how you usually masturbate.”

Every time she stimulated her vaginal walls, she felt her vagina twitch.

This was my first.

My body is so sensitive.

Was it because of the lingering aftereffects of the orgasm the nerd had forced upon her?

“Mph, mmm… Haah!”

Her buttocks tightened, her hips swaying.

It was a stimulation she had never felt with her own hand.

Was it because her sensitivity had increased from the nerd’s touch?

That couldn’t be it.

Thump, thump.

Her vagina, craving orgasm, clamped down on her finger.

As if to devour it.

A popping sound echoed as her finger entered and exited her vagina, releasing the trapped air.

The sound of her vaginal fart was incredibly embarrassing.

“Your vagina must have been very hungry. You were that desperate?”

But.

It wasn’t enough.

Something was missing.

She couldn’t reach climax as easily as before.

Why?

It feels so good.

I need to hurry.

I need to reach climax to escape.

As if hypnotized, she inserted her middle finger as well.

“Mph!”

Thump!

The sensation of her vagina clamping down on her fingers became even more intense.

The feeling of her vagina expanding was pleasurable.

Her hips swayed.

She no longer even tried to suppress her moans.

“This… feels good.”

Even though her vagina squeezed her fingers painfully, it still wasn’t enough.

More, more. I need more.

To reach climax and escape, I need something thicker…

Just as she was about to insert her ring finger…

“I distinctly told you to use your reflection as your target, didn’t I?”

“…What…?”

“It’s problematic if you keep muttering about your vagina because it feels good.”

Helen raised her head.

In the mirror, a vulgar silver-haired girl stood with her legs spread wide, trying to increase her pleasure.

She had none of the aristocratic grace.

None of the elegance of a spirit mage.

None of the competence of an academy student.

Just.

A face flushed with pleasure, filled with vulgarity.

Craving pleasure.

Even if it was to escape this situation.

Helen’s reflection in the mirror was.

More pathetic than ever before.

It was the image she despised most.

“What a pathetic sight.”

The nerd chuckled.

She saw the nerd’s face in the mirror, looking at her.

He had a victorious smile.

“You wanted to escape that badly? To the point of spreading your legs like a whore?”

“N-no… that’s…”

The whore in the mirror nodded.

Both of them knew it was an empty gesture.

It was the moment the pride she had held dear in her heart began to waver.

Slop, slop.

“Ugh!”

Her fingers moved on their own, seeking pleasure against her will.

“Let’s etch this whorish image of yours into your memory.”

At the nerd’s mocking voice.

“Mph!!!!”

A pleasure she had never known before overwhelmed her.

“Aaah…”

It felt like her brain cells were being crushed.

Flop.

She collapsed to the ground, feeling her body drenched in her own fluids, watching her reflection with vacant eyes.

The nerd disappeared, but she remained trapped.

When she regained consciousness.

“Have you come to your senses?”

The illusion mage’s face appeared.

She realized she was back in the shop.

And instinctively, Helen looked down.

She saw her fingers touching her precious womanhood.

“Could it be that I…”

“Yes. You were masturbating vigorously while watching the illusion.  It seems you enjoyed it.”

“T-that’s not…”

Helen couldn’t continue.

Immediately following that,

“This is the video Yuris-nim saw.”

“Yuris saw this?”

“It’s not exactly the same video, of course. She also saw her own ‘desire.’ I can’t tell you exactly what she saw.”

“Desire…”

“Our shop shows the ‘desire’ you want to see.”

“…”

Is this what I desired?

Helen vehemently denied it in her heart.

“You’ve become an accomplice now.”

She couldn’t respond to the illusion mage’s laughter as he looked down at her.

She could only tremble from the lingering heat of the intense climax.