The Absolute Beings Obsessed with My Defeat Addiction

“Hello, Miss.”

“Good morning.”

“Y-yes…  Y-yes…”

Helen awkwardly returned the greetings of the maids passing in the hallway, her lips trembling slightly.  Her hand trembled as she offered her greeting.

Normally, she would have received the greetings of her inferiors with perfect posture, but Helen didn’t have the mental capacity for it right now.

Woooong!

“Ugh!”

It was because of the rotor, perfectly positioned against her clitoris.

Every time the rotor vibrated, a moan escaped her lips. Her body, hypersensitive, was struggling to even stand still.

Her face flushed crimson, her breath coming in short gasps.

She glared at Max, but he only whispered in a cold voice,

“This is merely preliminary training to awaken the inferior brain. If you find it difficult, please say so.”

“D-don’t laugh…”

A surge of defiance rose within her.

She was determined to endure, no matter what.

Was she really going to crumble over something like this?

“Miss, are you alright?”

One of the maids approached her, noticing her distress.

“I-I’m fine, don’t worry about it.”

“But, Miss, your face is terribly red.”

Woooong!

“Ugh!”

Helen glared at the maid, who was approaching with an innocent expression, oblivious to Helen’s condition.

If the maids were to discover the rotor beneath Helen’s panties…

-Did you hear that Miss Helen did something shameful the other day?

-She wore a rotor in front of the professor.

-I heard she enjoys that kind of thing.

-So, was she trembling when she greeted us the other day?

The rumor would undoubtedly spread among the maids.

A false rumor that Helen Silvester was a pervert who enjoyed public masturbation.

“G-go away…”

Just as Helen tried to stop the maid with a trembling voice,

“Do not approach Miss Silvester any further.”

Max intervened, blocking the maid.

“Yes? But…”

“Miss Silvester is currently undergoing supplementary lessons.  During lessons, she will not tolerate assistance from anyone else.”

“Ah.”

The maid looked at Helen with a surprised expression.

“If you interfere with the Imperial Academy’s lessons, Miss Helen Silvester will fail the year. And that would be entirely due to your failure to properly manage the family’s maids.”

The maid’s face paled at Max’s words.

“I-I’m sorry! I was presumptuous to interfere…”

Bowing deeply, she retreated, stepping back quickly.

Max, watching her go, approached Helen.

“This is the last time the professor will help you. From now on, overcome it yourself.  To aspire to become the head of the family without even being able to control your own household staff is a reckless dream, wouldn’t you say?”

“You…”

“Addressing the professor as ‘you.’  A deduction in points for etiquette is necessary.”

Max, readjusting his suit, patted her back lightly.

“Hick!”

“Lead the way.  Shouldn’t we be heading to your room?”

Due to her heightened sensitivity, even the slightest touch sent a jolt through her body, like an electric current.

With each step, the tingling sensation made her body tremble.  The intermittent orgasms made it difficult to walk properly; at times, she had to lean against a wall, gasping for breath.

“Ah, it’s the professor who’s visiting today.  Good day to you.”

The head maid, who had silently approached, greeted Max warmly.  She oversaw all the maids in the mansion and, along with the butler, handled internal family affairs, making her a crucial figure in the household.

“Max.  It’s a pleasure.”

She glanced at Helen, who was gasping for breath, then asked Max,

“The young lady is undergoing supplementary lessons?”

“That’s correct. A crucial period.  We almost had everything ruined by the interference of a family maid.”

“I apologize. I will issue a warning.”

“Head Maid…”

Helen looked at the head maid pleadingly.

“I’m sorry, Miss. There’s nothing I can do.”

“Ah…”

She seemed to understand Helen’s condition.

This knowledge filled Helen with intense shame.

What kind of disgrace was this, in front of the servants?

“Ugh!”

Helen raised her head.

From that moment on, the gazes of the maids and servants passing by felt different.

-A pervert who whimpers with just a rotor.

-A nymphomaniac who can’t even walk properly in her own home because of arousal.

-Ineptly letting her juices flow between her thighs.

-That person becoming the head of the family?  Unthinkable.

The gazes felt like voices, piercing Helen’s ears.

Overwhelmed by the imagined voices condemning her, Helen squeezed her thighs together.  The rotor, which had only been stimulating her clitoris, now vibrated against her entire vulva due to her thighs being pressed together.

“Uuuugh!”

She tried to spread her legs, but the tension she’d created wouldn’t easily release.  The pressure of her thighs together created an even more intense pleasure.

Max’s voice reached her trembling ears.

“Don’t worry. They don’t know what’s under Miss Helen’s skirt.  Not even the head maid.”

“They… don’t know?”

“Of course not. The Imperial Academy’s teaching methods are unknown to anyone except the student. So rest assured. I’m the only one who knows you’re a pervert who moans ecstatically with a rotor in the hallway.”

However, Max’s words offered no comfort.  The shame that had already risen, the imagination that had already begun, only pushed Helen further towards the peak of her climax.

-Perverted nymphomaniac.

-Not even a proper noble lady.

-Look at her now.  She’s become aroused in front of her Instructor.

-Silvester is like that?

-Shameful.

Her fantasies continued endlessly.

“T-Instructor, j-just stop for a moment…”

“No. The rotor won’t stop until we reach the room. Rules are rules.”

“J-just a m-moment… Ugh!”

Her thighs were getting wet.  The fluids that her panties couldn’t contain flowed down her thighs.  The sensation was so vivid she could feel exactly where the fluids were flowing.

“Ugh…”

Helen gritted her teeth and walked on, enduring the overwhelming pleasure that threatened to consume her, towards the door of her room.  Max walked calmly a half-step behind her.

“Good. Walk like that. Maintain the dignity of a noble.”

Helen knew her posture, hunched over as she was, was not the ideal posture of a noble.  But Max insisted that Helen, in her current state, was embodying the dignity of a noble.

Helen looked at her reflection in the window.  Her face was flushed crimson, sweat streamed down her face like rain, and saliva dripped from her parted lips.  Her clothes were disheveled, her gaze unfocused.  It was a far cry from the image of a noble.

“Miss Helen is exceedingly beautiful right now.”

At Max’s words, she almost felt that her appearance was radiant.

Beautiful.

Vulgar, yet beautiful.

More beautiful than anything she had ever seen.

“Let’s go.  Our destination is near.”

At Max’s words, Helen opened the door with trembling hands.

Click.

As she opened the door, her familiar bedroom was revealed.

“You’ve worked hard.”

As Helen opened the bedroom door, Max stopped the rotor that had been tormenting her.  With the cessation of the pleasure that had driven her to the brink, a quiet peace settled over her.

Helen sighed in relief, but secretly felt a pang of regret.

‘I could have gone a little further.’

If he’d stimulated her inside with the rotor, she could have reached the peak.

Insufficient.

Just a little more…

“Miss Helen has set a fine example for the other ladies.  Of course, there were a few lapses, but they will likely find the young lady even more beautiful in her current state.”

Helen, exhausted, calmed her breathing and asked,

“My current state is beautiful…?”

“There is nothing more beautiful than a female who is honest about her desires.”

Max, closing the door, approached her.

“Look at Miss Helen now. You have flawlessly performed an act that other nobles would fear to attempt. You have faced and overcome your desires. Where is there a more beautiful person?”

Normally, she would have dismissed it as sophistry.  But now, Helen’s mind was slightly clouded by the continuous pleasure.  She found a strange persuasiveness in Max’s words and nodded.

It was a strange statement, but this was an illusion.

It could happen.

Once she accepted that, the floating, cloud-like feeling wasn’t unpleasant.  It felt like being held in her mother’s arms when she was very young.

“It seems you’ve learned something. I’m glad the first supplementary lesson was effective.”

Max approached her.

“Then, I shall retrieve the tools used for the lesson.”

Helen instinctively flinched as Max approached to remove the rotor from her panties.

“Miss Helen, what are you doing?”

Helen unconsciously smiled at Max’s frown and gaze.

That gaze.

That gaze looking down on her.

That gaze that she found unpleasant.

When she saw that gaze, her head would spin, and she wouldn’t be able to think straight.

“S-since I didn’t listen to the Instructor, I-I should receive punishment.”

“Hmph, are you trying to lower your own score in this way?”

“Because the Instructor is trying to end it so easily…”

“Miss Helen seems to misunderstand the situation. I’m not here to satisfy you. I’m here to make you a proper graduate of the Imperial Academy.”

The words, *To make a proper graduate by inflicting such humiliation, do you think that makes sense?* welled up in her throat, but she stopped herself.  She belatedly realized that it was a possible statement in this illusion.  An illusion where the rules of reality were subtly distorted.

“So, you’re not going to punish me?”

Helen anticipated it.  She expected Max to get angry at her defiance and spank her.

But the answer was slightly different.

“Punishment… Do you truly wish to receive punishment?”

Helen nodded at Max’s question.  It was a shameful desire, but from the moment she entered this illusion, she had been anticipating some kind of punishment.

“This is the first time I’ve seen a student who wants to be punished. But since you desire it so much, I, as an Instructor, must set an example.”

Max took something out of his bag.

Max took something out of his bag.

A red leather strap with the Imperial Academy’s emblem.  It was shaped like a belt, with a similar long strap attached.

“A collar. You’ve seen it many times. A tool used to discipline servants who don’t obey.”

“…”

She had learned about it in history class.  Fifty years ago, collars were used to control disobedient servants.  But it was discontinued due to its inefficiency and its potential to breed resentment.  The recent use of collars…

‘I know it’s used for sexual reasons…’

Surely he wasn’t going to use that collar on her?

Helen questioned Max with her eyes.  Max met her gaze and nodded.

“Did you notice?”

“Y-you really intend to put it on my neck?”

“Yes. I didn’t think simply spanking you would feel like sufficient punishment.”

Looking at the collar, Helen imagined herself wearing it.  She imagined herself putting the collar on her own neck, shedding the authority of Silvester.  She imagined herself obeying Max’s gestures and commands without resistance.

Thump-thump.

The mere thought made her heart race.

She was excited.

The image of herself kneeling with the collar on, looking up at him, wouldn’t leave her mind.

Gulping, Helen felt her mind go blank.

“I, I…”

“If you refuse, I won’t put it on. But you won’t receive the punishment you desired.”

“Ah, th-that…”

What should she do?  She knew that if she refused here, he wouldn’t offer it again.

Helen couldn’t take her eyes off Max’s hand holding the collar.

“If Miss Helen refuses here and maintains her noble dignity to the end, I will give you a reward.”

“W-What is the prize?”

“It’s the top graduation. I will use all the authority I have to raise Miss Helen’s score in illusion magic to a perfect score. That way, she can graduate flawlessly without any failures.”

There was no way I could graduate at the top with just one word from the Instructor.

But I thought that if it were Max with his glasses, it might be possible.

However, Helen’s mind was already filled with the image of herself wearing a collar.

“If I receive the prize, I won’t receive any punishment, right?”

“That’s correct. Conversely, if you receive punishment, you will never receive the prize.”

Top graduation.

Or endure humiliation while wearing a collar.

The answer was already decided.

“……I understand.”

Helen looked at Max with trembling eyes.

With her lips pressed tightly together, Helen slowly grasped the collar that Max was holding.

Then, she fastened the choker around her own neck.

Click.

The sound of the choker’s buckle being fastened seemed to reflect her current state.

“Instructor, please punish this foolish student.”

“……Understood. If that is what you wish.”