The Absolute Beings Obsessed with My Defeat Addiction

Helen’s desires formed the stage.

The setting: the Academy.

The presence of an Instructor who could overwhelm her.

The situation:  a brilliant, top-performing student like her failing a single exam.

The background, the circumstances, and the characters were all perfectly orchestrated.

Everything was perfect, except…

Conceptualizing the Instructor was the biggest hurdle.

-He needs to be intelligent, yet possess a sensual body; a man of both physical and intellectual beauty.  His appearance can’t be unattractive. I’d prefer him to be somewhat tall. Not excessively tall, but at least a head taller than me.  A handsome voice, any tone will do. His family background… it doesn’t matter, it’s fantasy anyway. But I don’t want someone vulgar. A certain level of refinement is necessary.

This was Helen’s answer, brimming with her desires.

She wanted a man who was perfect in every aspect.

As if only such a man could possess her.

Finding such a person in reality was improbable.

Smarter than Helen, with a strong physique, handsome features, a decent family background, and tall stature.

She had incredibly high standards.

It’s only natural, really.

The Silvestra family wasn’t just any ordinary family.

They were the Empire’s most prestigious family, even engaged in marriage negotiations with the Imperial family.

One of the top five, no, top ten families in the Empire.

While the conditions were unrealistic, her status justified them.

‘Unrealistic in reality, but easy to create in fantasy.’

A well-built body, intelligence, tall stature, refined manners, and handsome features.

To create this fictional character, I manipulated the magic circle and initiated the projection.

Helen’s startled expression.

As the Instructor, her counterpart in this fantasy, I led her to the classroom.

“Is… is this the ‘substitute Instructor’ setting again? Like last time?”

This young lady is breaking her own immersion.

This needed to be firmly addressed.

Her attitude towards watching the projection was unacceptable.

To enhance the realism, I immediately reprimanded her in a stern voice.

“Miss Helen, if you’re trying to make light of your tardiness, I suggest you stop.”

Cutting her off decisively, I proceeded with the lesson.

An introduction to Illusion Magic.

This was a setting I devised myself.

It seemed that the only subject Helen, who excelled in almost every subject, wouldn’t know would be anything related to Illusion Magic.

‘It’s called an introduction, but it’s actually an advanced course of a specific school of thought.’

A necessary step to further solidify the “underachiever” setting in her mind.

Helen absolutely couldn’t understand the lesson’s content.

Therefore, I posed questions she had never encountered before.

I added the setting that she had fallen asleep during the lesson and missed it.

Further emphasizing the term “underachiever.”

It was something that could never happen to Helen, but the shock of not knowing the answers and the fact that she was the only underachiever created the illusion that it was actually happening.

To make the situation even more realistic for her, I spanked her bottom, forcing her to call herself an underachiever.

A justified punishment for failure.

I eliminated all elements that Helen could object to.

And the result?

“Please educate the foolish Helen with the professor’s loving rod.”

Helen Silvestra was completely immersed in the fantasy, swimming in her desires and pleasure.

Seeing Helen offering her own bottom for education, I inwardly sighed in relief.

‘Thank goodness. I thought it would be much harder.’

The punishment during the lesson seemed to be more effective than expected.

Spanking and a paddle.

Helen, who hadn’t listened to a single word of the lesson, was unable to answer even the simplest questions, acting like a true fool.

Her brain, saturated with the dopamine of excitement and pleasure, was incapable of thinking about anything other than satisfying her desires.

With a face and sounds a noble lady should never make, Helen wiggled her buttocks, and I placed my dick on her mound of pubic hair.

Thwack!

The moment my hot dick met her wet, slick labia.

In Helen’s eyes, looking up at my dick and me, anticipation was evident.

Her gaping vulva spoke volumes.

Her expression clearly showed she wanted to receive my dick right then and there.

If she were to make such an expression in reality, there wouldn’t be a man alive who could resist.

‘I really want to fuck her.’

I wanted to use this fantasy to violate her real pussy.

But I knew better than to do so.

-Is it acceptable to lose your virginity through this act? (Yes / No)

That survey where she answered ‘no.’

Unless Helen herself said yes, I had no intention of violating her.

That was my rule.

Yuris also answered ‘no’ on the survey, and as per her wishes, instead of directly penetrating her with my dick, I used a dildo and my dick to implant a similar sensation into the fantasy.

‘Yuris felt like she was truly being violated in the fantasy.’

Of course, in Helen’s fantasy, I didn’t use a dildo at all.

Thanks to Yuris’s Illusion Magic test, I had data showing that clumsily using a dildo would break the immersion.

Therefore, the dick stroking her labia was my real dick.

“Even as punishment, I can’t violate a student’s vagina.”

“Wh-what…? Why…?”

“Miss Helen is a virgin. Even an underachiever should know the importance of preserving something precious.”

Helen’s eyes flickered.

***

Having come this far, to stop now?

She offered her own bottom and declared herself a fool…

Why not violate her?

I said I would educate her.

“Miss Helen is a virgin. Even an underachiever should know the importance of preserving something precious.”

“B-but…”

Virginity.

The most important thing for a woman.

Even more so for a noble lady of the Empire.

Virginity and purity were essential virtues for noble ladies.

I’d heard that many nobles were neglecting this lately.

That their pleasure came before purity.

But for Helen, a noblewoman of the highest caliber, purity was more important than pleasure.

Because…

‘It’s to avoid sullying the family name.’

However, until Max spoke, Helen hadn’t realized she was attempting to throw away her virginity herself.

“I have a contract that prohibits violating students during lessons.”

“S-such a contract exists…?”

“Yes.”

Naturally, I should be relieved.

Because her purity could be preserved.

Because the family’s honor could be preserved.

But…

Helen’s bottom was blatantly rubbing against my dick, as if begging to be penetrated.

Close enough that with a slight movement, I could enter her vaginal opening.

“Therefore, I won’t be performing penetrative punishment today. I’ll spank you until you’ve sufficiently reflected, so answer clearly.”

“Wh-what…?”

“That you’re sorry for not concentrating even during the supplementary lesson.”

Helen bit her lip.

Her face was full of displeasure.

“Surely Miss Silvestra doesn’t want to be impaled on the professor’s cock?”

“…N-no!”

Her reply was delayed.

Why do I keep hesitating?

Do I want it?

It’s not that…

‘Can I say no?’

I’m practically begging in this vulgar position?

Then Max struck her vulva with his hot, thick dick shaft.

“Hmph!”

And he relentlessly rubbed his glans against her labia and clitoris.

“Speak.”

“I-I’m sorry for not concentrating during the supplementary lesson.”

The intense heat of his dick caused a burning sensation where it touched her vulva.

Her body kept craving his dick.

She longed to be violated.

Her aroused body betrayed her will, eagerly awaiting his dick.

Slap!

“Hmph! I-I’m sorry.”

Every time his dick struck her vulva, every time his glans ravaged her vulva, and every time the tip of his glans gently stretched her vaginal opening before withdrawing.

“Hngggh!!!”

Helen’s body became increasingly restless.

Suddenly, Helen remembered the survey she had filled out before watching the fantasy.

-Is it acceptable to lose your virginity through this education? (Yes / No)

Was it because she answered no?

Is he deliberately teasing her?

Until she declares her willingness to offer her virginity?

Is that it?

‘What a pervert.’

He doesn’t even appear in the fantasy with his face.

He openly humiliates her.

And he teases her to this extent.

What a pervert.

If it were the usual her, she would have scorned such a man.

But now, she was writhing, wanting his dick inside her.

She saw this skilled man teasing her vulva and entrance with his dick.

Creak creak.

Squish!

“Hngggh!”

He gazed at her as she moaned.

“Aren’t you going to speak?”

“Wh-what…?”

“Have you already forgotten? You need to apologize.”

“Yo-you…”

He’s provoking her.

He’s saying he won’t penetrate her until she speaks.

He’ll continue to tease her until the end of this lesson.

‘What words?’

To ask him to take her virginity.

‘I absolutely can’t say those words.’

Why?

‘I’m a Silvestra.’

But I want to feel even better.  The feeling of defeat was incredibly pleasurable. It will be pleasurable now too. Don’t you want to feel that pleasure again?

‘No. It’s just momentary pleasure.’

Then? Will I endure this?  Just feeling vaguely good?

‘It’ll end soon.’

Look at the man with his hard dick.

Those firm muscles, that determined gaze.

Does it look like it will end soon?

He’ll continue until he breaks me.

‘No.’

So say it.

Ask him to do it.

It’s just a fantasy, after all.

My real virginity won’t disappear.

And even if it did…

Would anyone dare question a Silvestra?

A sweet whisper is heard.

It urges her to take another step.

That it will feel good.

That it will feel good to submit to the man.

It was her ‘desire.’

And it became increasingly explicit.

Further tempting her, her reason clouded by pleasure.

“I-I’m sorry.”

“What are you sorry for?”

“For… for not protecting my virginity…”

“Are you still thinking about that?”

“……?”

“You’ve been perfectly tamed.  You’re listening to the professor’s words. You’re a remarkably good student. Of course, your grades are still those of an underachiever.”

“What do you…?”

“The punishment is over.”

“Ov-over?”

Really?

Is it ending like this?

No.

That can’t be…

“So, let’s give a reward to the student who endured the punishment well.”

“Huh?”

At that moment.

Thwack!

“Hngggh!!!!!”

Max’s massive dick slid into her.

A violent penetration without any consideration for her.

His entire dick, to the base, was inside her.

“Ah, hngggh! Aaaah…”

Helen couldn’t even properly moan, only her mouth opening and closing as she stared at Max.

It was just one penetration.

But Helen, who had been teased so much, experienced an orgasm unlike any she had ever felt.

Her mind grew hazy.

It was as if she could hear the giggling laughter of the desire that had whispered in her ear.

Good?

Feels good?

Being impaled by a dick, it feels so good.

Accept it.

My perverted self.

The voice of desire, heard at the moment of climax, began to take root deep within her unconscious.

“Hngggh!!!”

Another orgasm!

Her body moved involuntarily.

It felt as if her neural circuits were misfiring, not moving according to her will.

A sparkling light shone.

“Miss Helen’s opinion was irrelevant anyway.”

“Hngggh! Ah, ah, so… so full… so good♥.”

“Because impaling your pussy was my objective.”

Max’s voice in her ear.

He looked down at her and sneered.

And his thick hand grabbed her neck.

His hand was large enough to grip her neck with one hand.

And with his other hand…

Slap!

“Hngggh!!”

He slapped her buttocks, glistening with sweat and vaginal fluids.

“I’m so… sorry… under… achiever…”

As her bottom was struck, the words of apology spilled out reflexively, like a command.

Incoherent words tumbled out haphazardly.

Her consciousness was fading.

It felt good.

She wanted to regain her senses.

“Hngggh♥…”

Helen, unable to even properly moan, collapsed face-first onto the desk, gasping for breath and sobbing.

Her unfocused eyes kept rolling upwards.

From her parted lips came only a metallic cry mixed with ragged breaths.

Even as the book became soaked with saliva, sweat, and vaginal fluids, Helen didn’t care.

She was simply…

soaring on pleasure, sobbing.

“Good, hng♥!”

“Let me show you the ultimate climax.”

The moment Max finished speaking…

*Thwack!*

“Hngghhh!!!”

His dick plunged deep inside her.

She felt the overwhelming strength of the male, not only widening her vaginal walls but seemingly crushing her uterus.

“Instructor…wait…please…”

“I haven’t given the student the right to refuse the reward.”

Max grabbed her waist and lifted her body.

Even if she wanted to resist, she had no strength left.

Pleasure relentlessly overwhelmed the helpless Helen.

Each time Max’s hand moved up and down, lifting her, his dick thrust deep inside her again and again.

*Thwack! Thwack!*

The sounds of flesh and fluids meeting echoed through the classroom.

“Hng! Too…too deep…I can’t…take it…”

Even as she thrashed and tried to escape, Max’s hand held her firmly.

Her head forced upwards, Helen looked at Max as her consciousness faded.  She saw Max looking down at her.

An intellectually and physically powerful male.

Perhaps he was the ideal male she had always longed for.

“Aaah…”

Wonderful.

Even the way he roughly breathed to thrust his dick.

The rippling of his muscles as he pressed against her.

The scent of male pheromones that filled her nostrils.

Everything excited her.

Lifted by Max, Helen could only gasp, her body nothing more than a cunt, receiving his thrusts, clenching around his dick.

*Thwack!*

“Hng♡!”

“Receive the reward from your professor with your body.”

Max’s movements intensified.

She felt the pressure of his strong embrace, and simultaneously, the feeling of his dick churning within her uterus.

The orgasm that followed the act.

The sensation of being pressed so hard she could barely breathe gave her the thrill of being dominated by a powerful man.

*Pop!*

With an intense pleasure that made her head spin, Helen lost consciousness.

When Helen opened her eyes again…

“Have you come to your senses?”

She saw Max cleaning what appeared to be the spot where she had been lying.

This wasn’t the academy classroom; it was a dilapidated movie theater.

“Ah…”

It’s over.

Helen gently touched her lower abdomen, which still throbbed faintly.