The Absolute Beings Obsessed with My Defeat Addiction

Startled that the illusion hadn’t ended, Yuris rose from her seat, almost drawn by Scarred Max.

“Let’s go.”

“L-like this?”

She looked down at her attire and asked.

She was wearing Philiphord-style clothing.

A flowing robe commonly worn by women of the Philiphord Kingdom.

The problem was that it was far more revealing than any other Philiphord-style clothing she knew, made of thin fabric that showed the curves of her body and the outline of her form.

“Don’t you like it?”

“O-of course not. How can I… in such a shameless outfit… .”

“My apologies. You can only wear that until you return to your homeland.”

“What?”

“Before my wife, you are a prisoner.  It’s the clothing worn by female prisoners.”

“Female prisoners wear clothes like this?”

She had never heard of such a thing.

She knew, having fought and made peace with the Philiphord Kingdom multiple times, visiting the kingdom on several occasions.

It was an unbelievable lie.

Just an outfit to humiliate her.

But her resistance was futile.

“Let’s go. We don’t have time.”

She was pulled to her feet, her arm roughly seized by Scarred Max.

She went outside his tent.

“@#%@%$!!”

“%#$%#@$%.”

Outside, countless Philiphord people were collecting spoils of war.

As soon as they saw Scarred Max and Yuris, they bowed their heads.

They didn’t dare raise their heads until Max and she had passed, as if they weren’t allowed to look at them.

“This is… .”

“Because she’s my wife.”

“Huh?”

“They mustn’t dare admire the body of the Commander’s wife.”

“…….”

“The Philiphord people submit to the Commander. They don’t lust after you.”

Max, half a step ahead, looked down at her and asked.

“But your subordinates?”

“What?”

“Wouldn’t they lust after your body?”

“Are you joking… .”

“Don’t you want a heartwarming reunion with your subordinates?”

How am I supposed to meet them like this?

It looks like I’ve submitted to the Philiphord, doesn’t it?

The outfit was so lewd that if she moved even slightly roughly, the neckline would come undone, exposing her breasts, even her areolas.

The fabric was so thin that the shape of her breasts, thighs, and buttocks were visible.

It was definitely not an outfit befitting the Goddess of Victory.

“……I don’t want to right now.”

“Then I’ll kill them.”

“You!”

“A husband’s words are absolute. A wife must obey. Refusal is death. Resistance is also death.”

She was furious at his use of her comrades as hostages.

But there was nothing she could do.

“Alright.”

Yuris went with Max to the prison camp where the prisoners were held.

And there she saw her knight subordinates confined within a wooden fence.

Fetters were fastened to the knights’ arms and legs.

It seemed they had judged it necessary to confine the knights, at least.

“Commander!”

The knights imprisoned inside, their eyes vacant, sprang to their feet as soon as they saw her.

“Commander, are you alright… .”

“Commander Yuris… .”

Their eyes turned to Yuris.

Some of the knights, seeing her in the Philiphord’s revealing women’s clothing, gaped in shock; some blushed; and some gritted their teeth and looked away.

“I-I’m sorry. Because of me… .”

“No, Commander. It’s not the Commander’s fault. We were simply weak. We relied too much on the Commander.”

Vice-Commander Jeco patted her.

“Just hold on a little longer. Surely the negotiating team… .”

At that moment, Max, close beside Yuris, cut Jeco off.

“Wrong. This woman is now my wife.”

His hand squeezed Yuris’s buttocks.

At the touch of his hand on her buttocks, Yuris couldn’t react.

She just blushed and lowered her head.

-Resistance means death.

Max’s words echoed in her mind.

“Commander… .”

“See? This woman is now a body that cannot refuse my touch.”

The hand gripping her buttocks slipped inside the robe.

Yuris couldn’t resist his groping hand.

And that hand slowly moved upwards, seizing her breast.

“Commander!”

“Please… .”

The knights looked at her pleadingly, as if urging her to resist and shake off that hand right now.

A dizzying wave of humiliation washed over her.

I can’t collapse like this.

She bit her lip, struggling to twist her body in resistance.

“Let go… .”

Yuris’s voice, resisting, lacked its former spirit.

Perhaps displeased by her appearance, Max brought his mouth to her ear and whispered.

“Resistance is death. Have you forgotten?”

“Ugh… .”

Finally, she lowered the hand she had raised to cover her breast.

“Mmm… .”

She could only moan as she felt his hand pinching her nipple and squeezing her breast.

“Commander… .”

“Is… is everything really over…?”

All the knights stared blankly at Yuris.

Some looked disappointed.

Some despaired at seeing her broken.

Some sneered, muttering that she was a woman who sold her body to save herself.

“Look. Those who had hope in you just now, the moment that hope is shattered, look at you with disappointment.”

I’m sorry. I’m sorry.

I’m sorry for being a weak commander.

I’m sorry for being a weak commander who couldn’t protect you.

I’m sorry for not becoming the Goddess of Victory.

I’m sorry. I’m sorry.

Satisfied with Yuris’s downcast reaction, Max removed his hand from her breast.

But he didn’t tidy her disheveled clothes.

The exposed breast, the areola peeking out from the loosened neckline, drew the male knights’ gazes.

“Now they even lust after the Goddess of Victory. Now you are not the Goddess of Victory to them, but merely a mere female. If you were the Goddess of Victory, wouldn’t you be able to avoid such gazes?”

“…….”

Yuris didn’t reply.

It would be more accurate to say she didn’t have the strength to reply.

The fear that her subordinates might die if she replied here consumed Yuris’s mind.

Satisfied with her appearance, Max embraced her waist.

“You’re ripe enough. Let’s go.”

Yuris was led away without resistance.

“Commander!”

At that moment, Jeco, the only knight with a determined look in his eyes, called out to her.

“Please hold on a little longer. I will come to rescue you.”

Yuris looked back at Jeco and offered a sad smile.

“Sorry… I’ll try my best.”

To keep you from dying.

When they returned to the tent, night had fallen.

She had no mental energy to feel any discomfort towards him.

The bright light had disappeared, darkness had settled, and only candlelight illuminated the inside of the tent.

“What are you thinking about?”

“I was thinking about how I could kill you.”

“Ho ho, that’s a funny joke.”

Max laughed and approached her.

He seized her wrist, bringing her hand to his neck.

“Try it if you can.”

“……What?”

“You won’t be able to. Because you know that the moment I die, all your subordinates will die. If you kill me, you’ll be the only one left alive.”

“Even if I don’t kill you… .”

“No. If you don’t kill me, I will also spare your subordinates. We’ll use each other.”

“What?”

“Why would I kill my wife’s subordinates? We should help each other.”

Yuris grasped his neck with trembling hands.

If I just apply force, everything will end.

It’s just an illusion anyway.

It’s just an enemy existing in an illusion.

Even if my subordinates die, it’s just an illusion.

If I just apply force.

If I just apply force, it will all end.

‘Why can’t I apply force?’

Yuris couldn’t do anything.

She just stared at Max with trembling eyes.

“Your body has already acknowledged me as your husband and master. So acknowledge it.”

“…….”

Max’s hand invaded her clothes.

The man before her violated and humiliated the body of the Goddess of Victory, who did not easily yield.

With every touch of his hand.

“Ugh! Mmm!”

Yuris’s moans erupted.

Her body, already developed several times by this man, readily accepted his touch.

“W-wait, there… .”

When Max’s finger touched her clitoris, Yuris spread her legs, wriggling her hips to allow him to caress her more comfortably.

Why does it feel so easy? It wasn’t like this before.

It was the moment when Max’s words about her body submitting became real.

Only her will was resisting this man.

“Ha, haa.”

No.

It can’t be.

I can’t accept it.

Lying on the bed with her legs spread, Yuris looked up at Max, who exuded a strong scent of pheromones.

His firm and well-built body.

His throbbing dick.

His fingers caressing her body.

His cold and blunt gaze looked down at her.

It was the image of the master she had longed for.

The ideal master she had hoped for if she ever married.

If I can only submit to this man, victory…

“……Hold me.”

“Well said.”

She could have refused.

In the tent, there remained not the Goddess of Victory, but a female who begged, spreading her legs.

Yuris had broken.

Now she realized that she was not the Goddess of Victory.

Just.

“Aaah! Haaaah! Good! Deeper!”

A bitch howling as she was penetrated.

Changing her position, she got on all fours like a cat, offering her buttocks to Max, acting coquettishly.

Max, watching her wriggling buttocks, laughed and thrust into her.

“Mmm!”

She thought her appearance, prostrate like a beast, shaking her large breasts as she was pounded, was too vulgar.

“Ooh! Good! I like it when you hit that spot!”

This hot dick feels so good.

I like being pounded.

“Ugh!”

A large finger entered her mouth.

She moved her tongue, sucking and licking his finger as if kissing it, as he held her tongue and violated her mouth.

Her head spun with successive orgasms.

“Ugh!!”

Just as she felt her head floating, as if swimming.

Waaaaah!

There was a commotion outside.

As if the enemy had attacked.

Screams and shouts of people could be heard beyond her orgasm.

Through her blurry vision.

“Commander Yuris!”

Jeco entered, pushing aside the tent flap.

In his rough attire, he held the imperial sword.

“Com… mander?”

He stood dumbfounded, seeing her beastly appearance, being pounded by Max.

“Look. Didn’t the prince come to save you?”

“Mmm! Haah! J-Jeco… Haah!”

“Commander… .”

“Don’t… look… .”

Pshh! Pshh! Pshh!

Fluid spurted from her climaxing vagina, soaking the bed.

Oh, no.

I didn’t want to do this in front of my comrades.

My body won’t listen.

Slap!

“Mmm!”

Max slapped her buttocks, and her body trembled, squirting again.

Her lustful vagina dripped with fluids.

Max, putting a finger in Yuris’s unfocused mouth and lifting her upper body, smiled coldly and spoke to Jeco.

“Oh dear, you’re a little late. Yes, your Goddess of Victory has declared that she will now become my wife.”

“I… I can’t… heh.”

She couldn’t even properly say she was sorry because of his finger.

“Commander… .”

The light in Jeco’s eyes, who had maintained his composure until the end, disappeared.

Her heart beat even faster than before at that sight.

Immorality and guilt.

Excitement and orgasm.

The urge to destroy everything when defeated.

Countless emotions swirled.

Crack. Crack.

It felt as if something within her heart was breaking.

And the pleasure of that breaking pierced her brain.

As if sensing this, Max’s finger in her mouth moved.

“Ugh! Ho, haah! Ha, haa! Mmm!”

Yuris bit Max’s finger, experiencing another orgasm.

An orgasm she had never felt before.

Through her blurring vision, Yuris saw Jeco, who had lowered his sword and gritted his teeth, for the last time.

Even knowing it was an illusion, guilt overwhelmed her.

Jeco, I’m sorry.

And that was the end.

“Were you satisfied?”

Yuris looked up at Max, who was speaking to her.

He was smiling brightly.

Just like when she had obeyed him earlier, he was smiling.

Master, did I do well?

And she saw.

Max’s finger, wounded from her bite.

As if entranced, Yuris sucked his finger into her mouth.

“Master’s finger tastes good.”

“Lady Yuris?”

Yuris’s mind, belatedly crossing the boundary between illusion and reality, sank again into the hazy realm of unconsciousness.

Even as she fainted, Yuris had a light orgasm from the strong scent emanating from Max’s body.

The best.

It was truly the best experience.