In the empire, only one person could give orders to Yuris, the Knight Commander of the First Knight Order and the symbol of victory.
The Empress, ruler of the empire.
Only she could command Yuris.
"Barbarians are causing trouble at the empire's borders. Go deal with them."
"I've assigned the western monsters to the hero, but you'll need to handle the ones in the south."
"Go."
As per Her Majesty's orders.
Whenever the Empress gave a command, Yuris bowed and headed to the battlefield.
But now, the one giving her orders wasn't the Empress, the ruler of the empire, but a mere bandit.
At his command to spread her legs, Yuris spread them herself.
It was humiliating.
She had never moved under anyone's orders.
To a mere bandit.
Me, obeying a bandit's orders?
Yet her body moved on its own at the bandit's voice looking down at her.
Because she remembered what he did to her before.
"Ugh…"
She was furious.
The sight of herself spreading her legs at his command was shameful.
She was the empire's greatest knight.
Only the Empress could command her.
How dare.
How dare a mere bandit.
Though she spread her legs as he ordered, Yuris gritted her teeth and glared at him.
The bandit, meeting her gaze, smirked.
"A feisty girl is fun to tame. The ones who give up easily are boring."
"Shut up."
"But your fierce expression says one thing, while down here says you can't wait to be taken."
The bandit's hand moved to her crotch.
Squelch.
He tapped her soaked pants.
"How much were you looking forward to this? So prim on the outside, but such a slut inside?"
"…"
Yuris's face burned with shame.
Her weakness was exposed to the last person she wanted to see it.
This makes it look like I was looking forward to it.
No.
It's not true.
I wasn't looking forward to anything.
"I came to defeat you…"
"Yet you lost again?"
"Ugh!"
In reality, she could've taken down a bandit like him in one strike.
But now, her slender hands were caught in his grip, unable to move.
No matter how much she struggled.
"It's useless."
"Ugh!"
She couldn't escape his grasp.
His thick fingers and sturdy forearms, unlike her slender hands.
His strong hand, with veins pulsing, tightly gripped both of hers.
"Remember this sensation of being held."
The mage's voice echoed in her mind.
That man, he deliberately held my hand…
But her thoughts were cut off.
Squelch.
"Hah!"
The man's fingers touched her soaking wet panties.
"Your pussy's so wet, it's obvious what you want from the moment you came dripping."
She couldn't say anything to his crude words, words she'd never heard before.
"Hah!"
Her body trembled with the subtle pleasure each time his fingers brushed her.
The thick fingers felt good through her pants.
She closed her eyes tightly, trembling, to feel the pleasure more vividly.
"I let you go and sent you home, but you came back. You were looking forward to what I said about next time, weren't you?"
"N-no…"
"Then what's this fluid?"
The bandit raised his fingers, wet with her shameful juices, and asked.
"T-that's…"
She wanted to deny it, but she couldn't deny the shameful fluid came from her body.
"Speak."
At the bandit's threatening tone, she slowly opened her mouth.
"I… I was looking forward to it. I was…"
She told the illusion mage and the bandit "no" repeatedly, but deep down, she was anticipating it.
She wanted to feel that sensation of being helplessly violated again.
"No."
It's not my true feelings.
I only said it because the bandit threatened me…
She enjoyed his fingers so much she trembled, but that was just a physical reaction.
"Oh? Then you know what you need to do now, right?"
"What do you mean…"
"Spread your pussy yourself. Show me how wet it is."
"D-don't be ridiculous…"
"Does it sound like a joke?"
His cold gaze.
Her body flinched, feeling like her heart was being squeezed.
"Take off your clothes yourself. Resist, and I'll kill you."
"…"
Freed from the bandit's grip, Yuris removed her armor herself.
"It's heavy…"
It was strange.
The armor that usually felt so light was unbearably heavy today.
Her trembling hands struggled to undo the armor's fastenings.
Click!
She couldn't even properly undo the armor's joints.
Trembling, she removed her heavy sword and armor.
If it were the usual Yuris, she'd have seized the chance to counterattack.
But when the bandit captured her, her spirit was already broken.
She didn't realize it herself.
The sense of defeat she'd already experienced had shattered her.
Swish.
Yuris, having removed all her clothes, bit her lip and covered her chest and crotch.
Her face burned with embarrassment.
"I clearly told you to spread yourself."
"…A-alright."
Yuris's trembling hands spread her labia.
Her thick pussy lips parted, revealing her pink pussy.
Transparent juices dripped from her wet pussy, running down her thigh.
It looked almost like tears.
Who would see this and recognize the Iron-Blooded Knight, the symbol of victory?
"Heh, looks good."
The bandit's mocking laughter stabbed into her heart like daggers.
Why did his words sound so loud?
Despite the humiliation, her heart beat faster.
She'd never felt her heart race like this, even on the battlefield.
"Enough admiring. Let's get to the main event."
Clank.
The bandit held iron shackles in his hand.
"Put these on your wrists yourself."
"W-what?"
"While engraving in your mind that you're a loser."
"…"
Another command.
She had no choice but to obey.
In this illusion world, she couldn't defeat the bandit with strength.
She'd already spread her pussy herself.
Rationalizing to herself, she put the shackles on her wrists.
Click!
The clanging of metal echoed every time she moved her hands.
"This is the symbol of your defeat to me. Do you know what happens when you lose to a bandit?"
"…"
"You become a slave. Men become laborers, women become concubines."
"I'm a concubine…"
"You weren't, right? But the girl standing here looks like nothing but a concubine, doesn't she?"
He wasn't wrong.
Having thrown off her armor and uniform, standing naked with her pussy spread, she was nothing but a vulgar woman.
It was humiliating.
The more humiliated she felt, the faster her heart raced.
Was it the submission from losing?
Or was she truly aroused? She couldn't tell.
"Well, you'll find out soon enough."
The bandit grinned slyly.
He tied a rope to the chain of the shackles she put on herself and hung it over a sturdy tree branch.
"Hah!"
Her arms were pulled up with a sharp pain, naturally exposing her body.
"Oh, I felt it last time, but your body is top-notch. Too good to keep to myself."
Yuris was bound in shackles, wearing not a single thread.
Her pink nipples and areola were fully exposed.
The only thing covering her toned, flawless body was the shackles on her wrists.
The symbol of her defeat.
The sensation of the breeze on her skin felt too real.
So real it was hard to believe this was an illusion.
Since being subdued by the bandit, she had no time to think this was an illusion.
"Even with this treatment, I won't lose…"
"Your nipples are hard, and your pussy's dripping, yet you talk like that? Not convincing."
"You're just going to touch my nipples like last time, right? I-I'm prepared…"
Before Yuris could finish, his fingers roughly grazed her exposed pussy lips.
"Haaah!"
Her toes curled.
The sudden pleasure shot up her spine and hit her brain.
"Ha, ha."
"Tch, you think I'd just do the same thing because you came from nipple play? I told you, didn't I? Come back, and I'll let you experience something better."
Her legs went weak.
She'd heard that a woman's body weakens when it feels too good.
I'm feeling good…?
No way.
"Aren't you too sensitive? Coming from just a touch to your pussy lips? First time I've seen a girl like that. Oh, maybe you came here pent-up on purpose? I hear nobles avoid touching each other to save face."
"Shut… up."
"Well, that's not important. You're not some noble playing knight, and you're not the real Yuris either."
Not the real Yuris.
At those words, Yuris instinctively looked at the bandit.
"W-what?"
"You're not the real 'Yuris,' are you?"
Not the real me?
She repeated his words in her mind without realizing it.
"T-then what am I?"
"What else? A pervert who wants to be a concubine."
"…"
Clank.
The shackles, the symbol of a slave, rang in her ears.
"If you were the real Yuris, you wouldn't have come from a single touch to your pussy."
"Not the real Yuris…?"
"Right. You're not the real Yuris now. So tell me what you want."
"I-I…"
Yuris, moving her lips unconsciously, shut her mouth again.
She didn't speak.
Her instincts told her it'd be dangerous to say it.
"Tch, doesn't matter. You'll admit it soon enough."
The bandit clicked his tongue and took off his pants.
"W-what are you doing?"
"What else? I'm gonna enjoy myself a bit too."
As the bandit removed his pants, a massive cock she'd never seen before dazed her eyes.
It's… that big?
It stood firm like a pillar, bobbing up and down.
"Y-you're going to put that… inside me?"
"Heh, you want that?"
"…"
"Don't worry. I won't fuck you today. Virgins are valuable. I might sell you, so I don't want to lower your value."
"S-sell me?"
"Isn't it obvious for a bandit to sell a slave to a slaver?"
"…"
"So be glad. I'll keep your virginity intact."
Then he pressed his cock against her pussy.
"But I'm gonna enjoy myself a bit."
"D-don't."
"Close your thighs tight. I'll rub it good against your pussy lips."
His rough hands forced her thighs together.
"Kyaa!"
Then he thrust his cock into the new gap formed by her thighs and crotch.
"Haaah!"
A moan burst out.