Perfect Mimicry
Ella kept her eyes closed for a moment, concentrating, then opened them and spoke.
“It’s done. I look forward to working with you from now on.”
“You know you have to keep acting as Isabel perfectly until the job is finished, right?”
“Don’t worry. Everything that was Isabel now belongs to me.”
As she said this with a smile, Ella was replicating Isabel’s expressions and gestures with flawless precision. If you didn’t know better, you would swear she was Isabel. When Master had imitated me, the result had been slightly different. Had she done that on purpose?
“No one can predict what variables might appear before we face the god. We must be ready to handle anything that comes up. What do you think?”
“Whoa, that’s incredible. I really thought I was listening to Isabel.”
“Of course. I am an exceptional Abaddon, after all. In any case, Lady Kyubey seems rather clumsy, so I’m genuinely worried. You will take my instructions to heart, won’t you?”
“Yes, I’ll keep them in mind.”
It stung a little to be called clumsy by someone who was essentially my daughter. I had emphasized intellectual ability when I created Ella, but I hadn’t realized I came across that inept. I thought I handled my responsibilities rather well…
Ella continued listing every possible precaution.
“Isabel is secretly an optimist, so she wouldn’t worry about any of this. Still, it’s the inside of a temple. How lax could their security possibly be? You need to lure him into the bedroom somehow and strike when the two of you are alone having sex. Right after he ejaculates would be ideal. Men are most off-guard at that exact moment.”
“Didn’t you say the god prefers extremely violent sex?”
“So what? You’re a masochist who likes being hit, aren’t you? It shouldn’t be a problem.”
“Well… that’s true, but…”
Had I ever told Isabel I was a masochist? How did she know?
“You’re wondering how I know you’re a masochist, aren’t you?”
“Huh?”
“Look at you, forgetting your own words. I wonder if your other sisters even realize what kind of mother they have.”
Ella pressed a hand to her forehead and sighed. I felt a pang of guilt. I had been overly optimistic and failed to think things through, so I couldn’t say anything in my defense. When I actually stopped to consider it, there was no guarantee the temple would contain only the god. There would surely be attendants. I had been far too naïve.
“At least Lady Maria is sharp and reliable. Oh, how is Lady Maria doing?”
“She’s doing well.”
“I want to meet her soon. She’s my role model, you know.”
Ella clasped her hands together, eyes sparkling with anticipation. It was true—Master was the very definition of competence in everything she did. She might hate exercising, but she excelled the moment she actually tried.
“If Lady Maria is going to become Eden’s new ruler, we’ll also need to handle the collaborators like the Red Mask.”
“Do they want complete destruction as well?”
“It’s a bit more complicated than that. Unlike individuals like Isabel, their interests are tangled. Still, I’ll manage somehow. Isabel’s position carries considerable weight, after all.”
That made sense. Finding someone inside Eden who actually wanted Eden’s downfall would be difficult, so Isabel was a key figure. Director Faust and the various research labs were supporting the new Eden because Master had promised them continued existence and resources.
“Oh, please contact me after you kill the god. And if you need to escape, hide yourself using the tentacle suit you’re cultivating in your womb. Understood?”
“Understood.”
“Also, come see me one more time right before you head to the temple.”
“Mm-hmm.”
Only after enduring Ella’s long, exhaustive list of worries and encouragement was I finally able to return home. Once there, I sent a message to Lord Theo first, then met with Lyana and explained the situation to her. I also gave Master a full briefing when he returned that night.
“So it finally begins.”
“Yes. Killing the god is the first step toward building a new Eden.”
“I hope it goes well. I’d like to bring Eden’s technological prowess—the best in the Eastern Continent—back to my own country.”
“I heard the situation there is difficult.”
I rubbed the high-grade perfume imported from the Western Continent onto Master’s body. It had a refreshing, cool scent and excellent moisturizing properties—qualities that Blackmen particularly favored.
“Even now, countless warriors are dying to stop the minotaurs pouring in from the unexplored regions. Their thick hides make it nearly impossible to wound them with ordinary rifles. I’ve heard laser weapons are exceptionally effective against thick-skinned monsters.”
“Minotaurs—the giant creatures with bulls’ heads, right?”
“Yes. No matter how many you kill, the damn things never end.”
If orcs were the primary enemy of the Eastern Continent, minotaurs were the scourge of the Western Continent. These monsters stood two to three meters tall with massive, muscular bodies and incredibly thick hides. Though fewer in number than orcs, they were far stronger. Compared to orcs of similar size to humans, the larger and more powerful minotaurs were difficult to contain with ordinary barriers. A single battle could produce massive casualties. That was why the average lifespan of Blackmen was surprisingly short.
I washed the perfume off my entire body in the shower, then took Master’s balls—his yin crest glittering above them—into one hand and began to knead.
“Mmm, your hands are always so good.”
“And I never get tired of this part of you, Master.”
I kissed the tip of his cock, which had stiffened proudly at my touch, and began fellatio. Since I did this almost every day, I was used to it; I could take the entire massive shaft down my throat without difficulty. Master placed a hand on my head and spoke in a relaxed tone as he enjoyed my service.
“The businesses I entrusted to you are yielding excellent results. I was right to leave them in your hands.”
“It’s all thanks to the queens working so hard. Slurp.”
“There are over a hundred and forty queens now. Any problems?”
“Honestly, if you keep talking I won’t be able to suck you properly. Be quiet.”
“Urk.”
When I squeezed his balls hard, Master’s back arched and his hand tightened in my hair. Despite the pain, his cock only throbbed harder, growing even stiffer.
“Wait, ngh.”
“Don’t talk. Just enjoy it.”
Lately Master kept trying to converse while I was servicing him, which made things difficult. He also brought gifts and asked if there was anything I wanted. His attitude toward me had changed completely from our first meeting.
“Master, has something happened lately? You seem different than before.”
“No, I just… want to treat you well. First, could you take your hand off my cock so we can talk?”
“After I milk one load out of you first. Hup!”
“Hngh!”
I gripped his balls tightly and drew out his vital energy. Powerful jets of semen erupted from his urethra. His shaft shuddered violently as it pumped out thick cum mixed with essence, then finally went limp and drooped. I swallowed the mixture, then sucked the remaining semen from his urethra.
Mmm… Lately I’d been consuming the same flavor of vital energy every day, and I was starting to grow tired of it. Master’s essence was delicious, but constant consumption made it feel monotonous. Sometimes I craved something different, like a snack.
Thinking about essence, I left the bathroom with a slightly drained Master and headed for the bed. The bedroom had changed considerably thanks to the gifts and decorations Master had brought. Various small pieces of furniture imported across the sea from the Western Continent, vibrant tapestries on the walls, and wooden rugs covering the floor gave the room a distinctly Western Continental atmosphere. While the family residence used Western Continental styling as its base interior, the queens preferred Eastern Continental aesthetics. Our room was the only one fully decorated in the Western style.
While Master sat and rested, I prepared simple snacks and drinks on the table. Shurik, one of his favorite Western Continental treats, consisted of dried fruit mixed with various spices and lightly fried in oil. I had used Eastern Continental fruit, but I was proud of how well it turned out.
I picked up a piece of shurik and fed it to him.
“I’ll be visiting the Underground City tomorrow.”
“I’d like to see that Underground City myself.”
“Once we take control of Eden, I’ll show you around before we reorganize it.”
“More than anything, I want to ride in a carriage you pull.”
“Hehe, you’ll be shocked at how fast I am.”
Ever since learning I was a mare, Master had occasionally expressed interest in riding in a carriage I pulled. I had used a light charm to help him accept the idea, but his trust in me was so high that it worked almost too well. Now he genuinely seemed to like the fact that I was a mare.
Hmm, I really need to be more careful when using charm.
“You know how much I weigh, yet you’re that confident?”
“Master, you already know how strong I am, don’t you?”
“Well, that’s true. Sometimes I wonder if you’re even human. How does such a slender body produce that kind of power?”
“I’m not actually that slender compared to most women.”
I didn’t have the bulky muscles of a bodybuilder, but I was definitely toned enough that “slender” wasn’t entirely accurate. My thighs were quite thick, after all.
“You say that while your waist is as thin as my thigh? You look delicate to me.”
“That’s only because you’re comparing yourself to me.”
“Says the woman who throws me around during every spar.”
“Are you still bothered about losing to me?”
He seemed a little down, so I stroked his thigh and asked gently. As I rubbed and stimulated the muscle, I felt the firm flesh of his thick thigh grow taut.
“Ahem. There’s no shame in a man yielding to his woman.”
“Yes, it’s all thanks to your generous heart, Master.”
I dodged Master’s hand as he tried to pull me into his arms, instead feeding him another snack. He chewed with a disgruntled expression, then drank the milk in his cup and licked his lips.
“You said this was breast milk? The rich flavor is truly superb.”
“It’s from a high-grade dairy cow, so it tastes much better than milk from ordinary ones.”
“Eden really knows how to use women efficiently. Turning them into emotionless angels to work as prostitutes, modifying them into dairy cows to produce milk—it’s impressive.”
“They’re useful resources.”
“Especially the breast milk production. I’d like to introduce that to my country.”
Master showed no particular aversion to using women as dairy cows. Perhaps because people from the Western Continent treated all women as slaves from the start, their fundamental worldview differed from those of the Eastern Continent. Maybe I hadn’t even needed to use charm regarding my mare transformation.
“If every slave became a dairy cow, we could drink fresh milk anytime, couldn’t we?”
“Creating that many dairy cows would be difficult, I think.”
Our conversation continued until the snacks I had prepared disappeared, leaving only the lust burning in Master’s eyes. He approached me from behind as I cleared the plates and cups, grabbed my waist firmly, and pressed his lips to my neck.
“I want to fuck you soon. How about it?”
“I’m already wet and ready.”
The moment I felt his hard cock nestle between my ass cheeks, my pussy automatically grew slick. His shaft slipped between my thighs and rubbed back and forth against my folds.
“Krr, the texture of this plump pussy is just incredible.”
“Don’t cum already just because it feels good.”
“The bitch who used to squeal beneath me has gotten awfully cocky!”
“Kyaa!”
Master spat out rough language for the first time in a while and thrust his cock straight into my pussy. His mercilessly deep penetration pressed against my cervix, and I could even feel the ring wrapped around it. Normally I couldn’t sense it at all, but during sex it made its presence known powerfully. Since the device had originally been designed for breeding, it amplified stimulation to the womb during intercourse, sending waves of pleasurable sensation through me.
“Nngh. Honestly, these days you’re the one who can’t last, Master.”
“That’s because you’re too good at this. Ease up a little. I feel like I’m going to cum already.”
I deliberately squeezed him tightly, and he let out a weak sound. Finding that adorable, I loosened my grip. His furrowed brow smoothed out into an expression of pure pleasure.
Smack.
“Your pussy really is the best.”
“Only my pussy?”
“Every inch of your body is perfect.”
Slap.
Master’s hand struck my ass with a crisp sound. The burning pain that spread across my rear traveled up my spine and exploded into sharp ecstasy inside my head. Aah, only Master’s strength can produce this kind of delicious thrill.
“Master, keep hitting me.”
“Ugh, first loosen up down there. You’re squeezing too hard.”
“Ahang.”
Oops. I must have tightened unconsciously. But was my grip really strong enough to hurt him? I had heard that no matter how tightly a pussy squeezed, it shouldn’t cause pain.
“Does it really hurt? That’s strange. You never said anything before.”
“I wanted to say something earlier, but my pride wouldn’t let me. The way your pussy squeezes is like someone grabbing me with all their strength. It’s honestly incredible.”
“Come on, no pussy can squeeze that hard.”
“I’m serious. I’ll show you.”
“Huh?”
Master pulled his cock out of me, lifted me effortlessly, sat me on the bed, and rummaged through the kitchen making quite a bit of noise. As time passed, Master had grown less like a typical Blackman whose sex drive took absolute priority. Conversation during sex had become more important to him than the act itself. Could it be the influence of the yin crest? Perhaps after growing accustomed to heightened libido from the crest, his threshold had risen.
“Found it.”
I had been pondering whether this was a side effect of the yin crest when Master returned holding an orange.
“Why an orange?”
“Here, put this inside… and then squeeze with your pussy.”
Master spread my legs and pushed the orange into my vagina, telling me to clench. Was he seriously asking me to crush an orange with my pussy? There was no way a human could do that.
“That’s impossible. How could I crush an orange with my pussy?”
“No, I think you can do it easily. Hurry up and try.”
“Seriously…”
He kept pressing on my lower belly, urging me, so I reluctantly tightened my muscles. To my shock, I felt the orange being compressed and starting to deform.
“No way!”
“See? I was right. Now, like this!”
Slap!
“Kyaa!”
The sudden strike to my breast sent pleasure surging through me. The instinctive full-body tension made the orange burst spectacularly. The juice sprayed all over Master, who had been leaning in close to watch, completely soaking him.
Wait, did it actually explode?
“M-Master. Did it really burst?”
“Mmm, that orange was quite sweet.”
Master picked up the ruined orange and ate it with a teasing grin. Tch, that expression is so annoying.
“See? That’s how strong your pussy is. You could cause necrosis if you’re not careful.”
“Ugh.”
“So please be mindful.”
Pat, pat. Master lightly tapped my pussy, now sticky with orange juice, as he spoke. I had read about problems caused by weak grip, but never about one that was too strong. It left me flustered. Was this another effect of my body modification and mare transformation?
“Strong is better than weak, so don’t be too discouraged.”
“Still, I unconsciously tighten a lot, so I think we need a solution. You said it hurts, remember?”
“That’s true. Ahem…”
But if I had to consciously control my grip during sex, I wouldn’t be able to enjoy it properly. As an angel devoted to Master, I should naturally prioritize his comfort, but focusing too much on that would prevent me from losing myself in pleasure. I wanted to enjoy it too, so I needed another approach.
“Sigh, I need to wash first. It’s all sticky and uncomfortable.”
“Yeah, go ahead. We can continue after you clean up.”
“Let’s just rest tonight. The mood is gone.”
“Was it that bad?”
“Hmph.”
I gave the hesitant Master, who was watching my reaction, a pouty look and headed straight for the bathroom. Seeing that massive, muscular man nervously gauging my mood was both comical and strangely endearing.
When I aimed the showerhead at my pussy and cleaned inside, pieces of orange pulp flowed out. Goodness, even so, asking me to crush an orange with my vagina was too much, wasn’t it? While I may lack delicacy and femininity, Master’s behavior showed a severe lack of consideration toward women. Then again, since he had only ever treated women as slaves, it would be stranger if he were suddenly skilled at being gentle.