The Absolute Beings Obsessed with My Defeat Addiction

Max’s question about what the rift is made Helen’s mind suddenly awaken.

Although the emptiness and the lingering pleasure that still tickled her heart remained in her body.

The sticky wetness of her fluids and the aftermath had soaked her skirt and panties completely.

But her mind quickly returned to reality.

“Ah…”

She had momentarily forgotten, lost in pleasure.

The reason she had entered this illusion.

Wasn’t it to find the rift in Illusion Magic and defeat Max?

That’s right.

I came to defeat this man.

So I have to answer.

The answer I thought of.

Max said.

The rift is an inevitable existence that arises when creating Illusion Magic.

Something that makes one realize it is not reality.

That is what he called the rift.

In the brief illusion, Helen recalled the rift that made her aware that the world was an illusion.

There was indeed only one.

That was.

“…Aeson Propard.”

It was that man.

Helen knew that a loser like him could never change like that.

Although Max had recommended that man to the Meister faction, Helen knew better than anyone that he did not have the talent to succeed to that extent.

And he was not the type of person who would dare to humiliate her.

No matter how much she was expelled from the Silvesta family.

Isn’t that right?

I won, didn’t I?

“What’s the reason?”

“That loser can never overpower me. That’s the reason.”

Helen answered in a trembling voice.

Now, declare your defeat quickly.

Say you lost.

Max shrugged his shoulders.

“The approach was good. Unfortunately, it’s wrong.”

Aeson Propard was not the rift?

That can’t be true.

“So that loser is going to try to humiliate me later?”

“I think you’re mistaken. The video I showed you is not something that happens in the real future. It’s just an illusion. An illusion that overlays you with someone else’s desires. And the Aeson in that video is the Aeson Propard I ‘designed’.”

“So the rift…”

“Lady Silvesta, wasn’t it strange that you could use spirits even in the illusion?”

“Uh? What do you mean…?”

“I mentioned it in class. In strong illusions, mana often flows backward, so abilities may not manifest.”

– In illusions, mana often flows backward, so one’s abilities may not manifest properly.

Max’s voice echoed in her mind.

“The stronger the Illusion Magic user, the harder it is to manifest abilities. Yet, Lady Silvesta skillfully used her abilities in the illusion.”

“…Was that the rift?”

“Yes.”

“But! That means…”

“Because it’s the same as what happens in reality, it’s not a rift?”

“That’s right.”

He had clearly said that the existence that allows one to distinguish between reality and illusion is the rift.

Then isn’t it strange that one can use spirits?

“Then is it really possible to use a spirit contracted with you as your own limbs just by using a magic circle?”

“…Huh?”

It felt like she had been hit on the head.

Spirit contracts.

That was a contract that could never be transferred to another.

It was not a simple contract, but a bond between souls mediated by mana.

A contract that intertwined the souls of a human existing in the material world and a spirit existing in the spirit world.

That’s why no magic could break that contract or manipulate it arbitrarily.

Helen had been unable to respond to the betrayal of the spirits because of this.

She had thought that the loser had created some ridiculous magic.

“What kind of magic did you use on that Aeson?”

“…Ah.”

Aeson had not used any magic.

He had simply made it so that she could not move the spirits at her will and commanded them.

It was the spirits who bound her, who made her unable to resist, and even tormented her chest.

“The spirits themselves were the rift?”

“That’s right. I even gave you a hint that they were close by, and you still got it wrong. I’m a bit disappointed.”

“No, that’s…”

She had no words to retort.

Max had indeed given her hints.

It was she who had not realized the essence of the spirit contract.

It was infuriating that she had not grasped the essence while only looking at the surface.

But she could not say anything.

The moment she did, it would all just be excuses.

This was a complete defeat.

“…I lost.”

“I like that you’re acknowledging it cleanly.”

“So what do you want?”

“Pardon?”

“I said, if I win, you’ll tell me Yuris’s weakness, but I didn’t hear the conditions for when the teacher wins.”

She glared at Max, gritting her teeth.

“I am Silvesta, so I will keep my promise.”

“First, go in and wash up. How long are you going to stay in such an embarrassing state?”

“…”

Only then did Helen realize her own condition.

Her current state was a mess.

Her proud academy uniform was soiled with sweat, fluids, and urine, and her hair was disheveled.

Her shirt had several buttons undone, revealing her cleavage, likely torn off during the Illusion Magic.

It was an outfit unworthy of a Silvesta princess.

Realizing that she looked like something she could not show to others, she covered her chest and groin with both hands.

“Pervert…”

She looked up at Max as she confirmed that her shirt was torn.

“It was unavoidable for the realism of the illusion.”

“…”

“First, wash up. We’ll talk about your wish afterward.”

“Got it.”

Helen hurriedly entered the shower room.

As she glanced back at Max cleaning the spot she had occupied, she ran away, overwhelmed by rising embarrassment.

Only after finishing her shower did Helen regain her composure and put on the new clothes Max had prepared for her, her body now fresh and dry.

Though not as good as the Silvesta family’s, it was still made of quite luxurious fabric.

The design was rather shabby, though.

A light purple, puffy design.

The buttonless and zipperless garment wrapped her body softly, resembling pajamas.

She didn’t like the design, but the fit wasn’t too bad.

“Just wear it until your uniform dries. I cleaned it with Clean Magic, but it’s taking longer than expected to remove the dirt.”

“…”

She felt her face flush with shame.

She couldn’t deny that she had felt too much, even though it wasn’t the desire she wanted.

“…Well, it’s good. While waiting for the laundry, I can hear what I want.”

“You are my student and a guest. You cannot make a wish.”

“No. This is the result of the match you and I had. Enjoy the rights of the victor as you please. I won’t be petty about this.”

“Hm…”

She spoke strongly, but Helen was in a state of high tension.

She knew.

The Aeson Propard she had seen in the illusion was definitely this man, Max, acting.

The face of Max reflected beneath Aeson Propard, whom she had seen while swimming in the waves of pleasure.

It was definitely this man.

The one who had humiliated and tormented her in the illusion.

Perhaps because she knew that the scenes in the illusion were due to this man.

As she proposed, Helen felt her heart tighten.

Thump, thump.

Nervously, she clutched her rapidly beating heart and waited for his response.

Nervousness and fear, along with a hint of expectation.

Those feelings were continuously exciting her.

‘Wait, expectation?’

Am I expecting something?

That this man would humiliate me?

Don’t make me laugh.

This is just fear.

I said I would grant a wish to protect the honor of Silvesta, but I’m nervous because I don’t know what this man will do.

As she repeated this to herself like a self-hypnosis, she looked up at Max as he spoke.

“Now that you say that, I understand.”

“What, what do you want…?”

Her voice trembled.

There was a slight crack at the end of her words.

“It’s simple.”

His violet eyes gazed at her.

Underneath his faded light gray hair, his vividly shining violet eyes scrutinized her from top to bottom.

And every time his gaze swept over her, Helen involuntarily flinched.

A strange sense of anticipation.

The fear of not knowing what would happen.

Those subtle emotions were tangled up in Helen’s heart.

“Please conduct a survey.”

“…What?”

The strange anticipation and fear that had lifted her spirits at Max’s wish dissipated in an instant.

With a hint of disappointment, Helen asked incredulously.

He was just going to do a survey?

No, before that, Silvesta had said to wish for anything, and he was asking for just a survey?

For a moment, she was disappointed.

“Thinking about it, I’ve never heard Lady Silvesta’s desires directly. Until now, I’ve just layered you over Yuris’s desires, right?”

At Max’s following words, Helen raised the corners of her mouth.

As expected.

I thought it wouldn’t end so trivially.

“You want to hear my desires, right?”

“Something like that. We are a video hall that reflects the desires of our guests. If possible, I’d like to reflect Lady Silvesta’s desires.”

Her desires.

She had never thought about it.

“Is it what you want right now?”

“No. Come back in a week. We’ll conduct the survey then. Until then, think about your desires as much as possible, Ms. Helen.”

“Trying to induce a return visit. You’re certainly a skilled merchant.”

“There are few guests. I have to do whatever I can to keep the ones I have.”

“…Alright. I’ll do that survey when I visit next time.”

“I’ll be waiting.”

She looked at Max.

His words about wanting to uncover her desires.

‘He’s definitely a pervert.’

Wanting to know a woman’s secret.

What a lewd man he is.

‘I can’t help it. I made a promise to Silvesta.’

As she bit her lower lip while looking at Max, Helen was unaware that she was already looking forward to her next visit.

“Alright. Make sure to prepare properly. I’ll come as Lady Silvesta, not as a student.”

***

“Gahhh!”

“Save me~~!!”

The bandit stronghold located in Mangor Mountain was on fire.

The bandits, who had not even had a chance to expand their forces, were being decisively conquered by the imperial knights who had deployed early, screaming and fleeing in a hurry.

“Why, why is the imperial knight order here!”

“They’re monsters!”

“Run away!”

The imperial 1st knight order, clad in shining golden armor.

“Eradicate all bandits who dare to harass the citizens and the weak of the empire!”

The 1st knight order, the guardian of the goddess of victory and the strongest military force of the empire, had reached Mangor Mountain just to subdue bandits.

“Kill anyone who resists! Spare those who surrender, but if they show signs of resistance, they may be killed.”

“Yes!”

Yuris was at the forefront of that knight order, truly crushing the bandits.

The familiar forest.

The familiar mountain.

Every scene was familiar, but.

“Ugh, p-please, save me…”

“This isn’t it.”

The bandits trembling in fear as they looked at her were not the real ones she had seen in the illusion.

Fake bandits.

Fake men.

They were no different from the other ordinary enemies she had trampled.

The reason she had come all the way here was a slight expectation.

That perhaps there might be something real.

However, contrary to her hopes, the bandits were far too weak.

To dominate her.

“Insignificant.”

She looked at the bandit who had collapsed before her, wetting himself with a cold gaze.

“P-please, save me…”

He was a human not worth killing.

A pathetic bandit who robbed the weak of their possessions.

As she put away her sword, she tossed him handcuffs.

“Put them on yourself.”

“T-thank you.”

Sighing, Yuris thought as she put away her sword.

‘I want to see my master.’

A lewd thought that the goddess of victory would never have.