Chapter 57
Chapter 57
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 57
Chapter Title: Clone Utilization
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I'd thoroughly washed the semen off her body, but Yuna still hadn't come to her senses. It seemed the coordinated assault from me and my clones had been too intense.
"Mm! I might've gone a bit overboard. No, you guys went too far."
"Main body! Shut up and let's keep fucking her! We cleaned her up nice and good!"
"I agree!"
"Me too!"
"Same here. Hell, I barely even got a turn."
While I was reflecting on my actions, the clones were clamoring to fuck Yuna some more. These crazy bastards! Is a woman some kind of meal you just devour?!
"Shut your traps, you handsome punks who look just like me! Are you all in heat or something? Why are you so desperate to fuck?!"
"""".....""""
The clones stared at me with cold, dead eyes. What? You gonna do something about it?
"Disappear, you lot."
"Ah, no!"
"We can't!"
"Mother..."
"Damn it! I didn't even get mine yet!"
I canceled the summon, and they dissolved into powder that got reabsorbed into my body. No more clones for sex until I build a proper harem. The stimulation is way too much.
"Yuna."
"Master... My true feelings..."
Yuna, who'd passed out, briefly snapped to at my voice. She looked up at me with desperate eyes. Damn! My dick's throbbing hard!
"Your feelings reached me. You'll be my slave forever."
"Ahh..."
Reassured by my words, Yuna drifted off again.
"....."
I'd planned to head home late, but seeing her like that, I couldn't just leave.
Ahh... So that's how it is. I'm a city guy. Cold to others, but warm to my slaves. The ultimate city man.
"Sleep with Master, Yuna."
I pulled Yuna into my arms and turned in for a late night myself. Ji-na would nag me... but whatever. I'd just take the scolding.
I woke up much earlier than Yuna and spent the time kneading her breasts while ordering room service for breakfast. Then I pulled her back into my arms and kept groping them.
It was surprisingly fun watching her ample tits change shape under my hands. Time flew by as I lost myself in playing with Yuna's breasts.
"These fucking bastards?"
Curious about what MARK-Two—whom I'd sent to the stronghold—was up to, I linked my consciousness to him and checked his memories. A curse slipped out involuntarily.
Surprisingly, MARK-Two had leadership qualities. Maybe because he took after me, his charisma overflowed. He'd quickly secured a base and started recruiting new bald-headed recruits based on it.
Numbers matter anywhere, especially in the underworld. No matter how powerful your superhumans, you can't grow strong short-term with too few people. Limited manpower means a limited operating range.
Anyway, that's how MARK-Two aimed to solidify control over seven districts—from 72 to 79, excluding 73.
And in that process, conflict broke out between the Skull Head gang and other villain organizations.
It'd only been a few days since I'd shifted to a pyramidal structure, but other villain groups had slyly planted their flags on my turf.
You've gotta hustle if you're up to no good.
Honestly, if you ask who's busier—heroes or villains?—I'd say villains. Heroes always react after villains cause trouble.
Back to the point: during the conflict, a villain superhuman strike team ambushed MARK-Two. Luckily, they were all B-rank or lower, so he survived, but he took some injuries.
"Guess I need to swing by and hand out some beatings."
Daring to touch my clone?
Unforgivable.
Unlike my other clones, who stayed perpetually erect 24/7, MARK-Two was diligent and upright.
If it were me, I'd have fucked every woman in sight, but MARK-Two treated women like stones.
Did I have that side to me?
I pondered it and realized I kinda did. Shockingly, it'd been two weeks since I started my second life in this 19+ world.
And I'd only conquered one woman: Yuna. So yeah, I'd been ignoring women like they were rocks—even though every average girl on the street here could pass for a model.
That's right! I'm not a horndog—I'm a pure boy!
As I kneaded Yuna's breasts lost in these thoughts, she finally woke up. It was just past 6 p.m.
"Nngh... Master?"
"Awake?"
I'd dozed off around 5 a.m., so she'd slept nearly 13 hours straight.
"Master..."
"Yeah, yeah. Master's right here."
Yuna snuggled into me like a baby seeking her mom's embrace, acting spoiled. And instinctively grabbing and stroking my dick—proof her training was paying off. Mm! Good girl!
"What time is it...?"
"Now? Around 6."
"Really? I didn't sleep that long..."
"Huh? Oh, you thought I meant 6 a.m. Nah, it's 6 p.m. You crashed for almost 13 hours."
"What?!"
Her half-lidded eyes snapped wide open at "6 p.m."
"What's wrong? Got plans?"
"N-no, no plans, but my parents might worry."
"Yeah? Call 'em then."
"I should. Ahh... What do I do?"
Peeking at her phone from behind, I saw 35 missed calls. From her parents, little sister, and friends.
If this world had Korea-level public safety, they wouldn't freak out this much.
But this was Dark City—a brutal hellhole where crime happened like clockwork. And they didn't know she was B-rank Hero Aqua Girl. Their worry was justified.
"Ah, Mom? It's me, Yuna. Sorry, I forgot to call."
Yuna immediately dialed her mom.
"Mm! Great minds think alike."
Throb-!!
Watching her naked ass while she talked to her family made my dick rock hard. I snuck up behind her like an assassin.
"No, it's not that... Hnnght!"
-Yuna? What's wrong? Everything okay?
"N-nothing."
Yuna covered the phone mic with her hand and shot me a panicked look. My finger was buried in her pussy.
Squelch-! Squelch-!
I started fingering her pussy outright. Thumb pressing her clit and labia, index and middle fingers gently scraping her inner walls.
As if proving she was Hero Aqua Girl, her juices flowed freely. Yuna was one soggy girl.
-Yuna! What's going on?
"M-Master. I'm on with Mom right now..."
"Yeah. Keep talking. We've got a date after, so let's get one quick round in."
Squelch-!
"Haaah...!"
I bent her over and slid my dick into her sopping-wet pussy. Her well-fucked walls clenched around me like it was our first time.
-Yuna! What's happening?! Yuna Reyes! Answer me!
"Hng! Hn! Haaangh!"
"Yuna, what're you doing? Your mom's calling you desperately. Answer her."
"M-Mom. I'm fine. Just stubbed my toe..."
-Where's your head at, girl?
"Well..."
Slap slap slap-!
"Ah! Ungh~! Hnnnght!"
-Yuna? Does it hurt bad?
"I-It's fine. Anyway, I'll head home tonight..."
I pistoned my hips hard while she barely stifled her moans to continue the call.
I'd planned to take Yuna on a date after sex, but no dice. Her worried parents were coming to pick her up.
In the end, I pumped a fresh load into her and we parted ways.
She was bummed about missing the date but satisfied with seeing my real face (no mask), learning my identity, and sharing a lover's deep kiss. We promised next time.
"Guess I'll head out too?"
Time to visit the underworld after ages. I'd been too tame lately, and these villain fuckers were getting cocky, forgetting to fear the heavens.
"Oh yeah, gotta send someone home too."
I slipped into a building so no one would see me summon a clone. Out came Horndog MARK-Three.
"You know what to do, right?"
"Obviously. But how do I deal with Ji-na's nagging?"
"Grab some Mint Choco ice cream on the way."
"Good call. Hand over the card."
"Tch."
I clicked my tongue and passed him the card. Summoning clones doesn't summon cards too.
Only clothes come with clones—and plain, ordinary ones, unlike what I'm wearing now.
That's why MARK-Two got injured in the villain strike team's attack. If he'd had clothes with the same power as mine, he wouldn't have.
"Later."
"Yeah."
The clone headed for the door; I went for the rooftop.
"Should've done this ages ago."
Clones make life so much easier. Without them, even ten bodies wouldn't cut it—I was that swamped. Now I can take it easy.
I donned my mask and became Villain Steel Armor, savoring the chilly night air. Night is villain time.
"...What the hell is going on?"
Campbell Bridge stared in disbelief at Bal Jeong-nam strolling down the street—and Steel Armor heading somewhere from the opposite rooftop.
Bal Ji-un, the chairman who'd struggled to believe his son was Steel Armor—a powerful superhuman villain—had ordered secret agent Campbell Bridge to bring 100% ironclad proof.
He was convinced Bal Jeong-nam was Steel Armor, but following orders, he'd diligently tailed him today too.
But what was this?
Bal Jeong-nam and Steel Armor, right there at once. Impossible.
"Bal Jeong-nam... isn't Steel Armor?"
'A clone technique user?'
Campbell considered the possibility, but dismissed it as nonsense.
Steel Armor was a mighty Body Enhancer—at least A-rank, possibly S.
One superhuman having two powers? Impossible. No body can hold two abilities.
'It was all just coincidence?'
He'd never seen Horndog transform directly into Steel Armor. Just slap on a mask, done. Five seconds max.
To avoid detection, Campbell had tailed from afar and missed any mask-donning.
But comparing their clothes and identical builds? No doubt they were the same person.
That's why he'd reported to Chairman Bal Ji-un that Bal Jeong-nam was Steel Armor.
But it was all ridiculous coincidences? Separate people?
What were the odds?
Lower than getting hit by lightning ten times at once?
Yet here it was, leaving investigator Campbell utterly baffled.
"...Maybe the current Steel Armor's a body double."
A new hypothesis formed.
What if Bal Jeong-nam spotted his tail and set this up?
Steel Armor just flips on a mask. No one knows the face underneath. A body double with a similar build to fool him? Plausible.
'Keep tailing.'
Campbell alternated glances between the diverging Bal Jeong-nam and Steel Armor, then pursued Steel Armor. The Bal Jeong-nam here was real.
Unmask that Steel Armor's identity, and the hypothesis proves out.
"Good thing I told the chairman 95% certainty."
Leaving that 5% wiggle room was genius.
Sighing, Campbell hurried after Steel Armor before he got away—unaware his words just admitted the entire investigation was wrong.