Chapter 67
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 67
Chapter Title: Clone Belia (3)
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"My current physical structure is far too vulnerable to any stimuli exceeding the threshold."
In response to Belia's absurd request, which had left me speechless, she began offering additional explanations I hadn't even asked for.
"My body can adequately process ordinary stimuli and general sensations, but it falls far short of satisfying Young Master."
She spoke in a flat, emotionless voice, matter-of-factly stating her own limitations.
"If I receive pleasure beyond my design limits, the mana sustaining my body immediately dissipates."
"..."
As I stared at her in bewilderment, unsure what to say, Belia pressed on with her persuasion.
"To fully satisfy Young Master's desires, enhancing my body's sensory processing capacity is essential."
"Only then can I function as a substitute for the version of you consumed by lust, Master."
A substitute... Yes, that was precisely the role I'd envisioned for Belia.
A stand-in to vent those improper urges I couldn't provide...
I'd even hoped that once they were somewhat sated, Rian would no longer harbor such desires.
But from what I'd seen of their escapades... far from being resolved, it seemed new depraved fetishes were emerging.
I squeezed my eyes shut and addressed Belia.
"Um, Belia?"
"Yes, Master."
"Th-that is, well..."
Embarrassment choked the words in my throat. Worried someone might overhear, I leaned in and whispered softly into her ear.
"Don't do anything too weird with Rian."
"..."
Belia gave me a blank look before replying.
"Please define '[weird acts]' clearly."
I felt my face burning. To think I'd have to say it myself...
If I glanced in a mirror right now, I'd surely see my ears flushed bright red.
I carefully explained what I meant by [weird acts] to Belia.
"F-fine, I'll explain everything. First, stop referring to body parts with vulgar terms."
"...? Which expressions do you mean?"
"Y-you know... like 'tits' or 'cunt'! Or 'mouth-cunt' and those crude ones!"
"Are you referring to the expressions Young Master taught me?"
"...Y-yeah. Among the ones Rian taught you, please refrain from using any that you judge as too vulgar."
"I have a question, Master."
"What?" I tilted my head at Belia's puzzled query.
"The terms you mentioned, like [tit-cunt] and [mouth-cunt], are expressions used only when it's just me and Young Master."
"How did you know about them, Master?"
Was she interrogating me? My very first clone was proving remarkably insolent.
"Wh-what does it matter how I know! Just do as you're told!"
Belia didn't seem to fully grasp it, but she nodded slightly in acknowledgment.
"...Fine. Second, when giving Rian a [reward], don't cross the line."
"Please define [crossing the line] clea—" She started impassively, infuriating me all over again.
"I get it!" I snapped, cutting her off. Ugh, what an arrogant clone. Who did she take after?
I took a deep breath, swallowed my embarrassment, and shot back.
"Letting him grope your breasts is fine, but nothing beyond that."
"Does [beyond that] include [wrapping his cock with your breasts]?" she asked with an innocently blank expression.
Good lord, forcing my pure lips to utter something crass like 'cock' was unforgivable.
"...Yes."
"What about kissing his cock with your lips?"
"Obviously!"
"Then, having my pussy toyed with instead of my breasts...?"
"Why are you asking about every single thing? Is what I said that hard to understand? Everything except groping your breasts is off-limits!"
As I debated just dismissing her and creating a new clone, Belia posed another question.
"...This order contradicts the previous one you gave me."
"...What?"
What nonsense was this now?
Belia declared confidently.
"You ordered me to satisfy Young Master, Master."
With a composed expression, she continued.
"I've made that my core purpose and have fulfilled your command perfectly until now."
"But if I follow this new order, I can no longer satisfy you."
"...No, Rian wouldn't be satisfied by such perverse acts, would he?"
"Correction: Young Master Rian can no longer be satisfied with simple rewards like breast groping."
She immediately countered my response.
"Nighttime Young Master is overflowing with desire, after all."
Though Belia's face remained expressionless as she gazed at me, I could sense the smug superiority lurking beneath.
That idiotic sense of knowing 'nighttime Rian' better than I did...
'How dare a mere substitute.'
"...That's probably because you're inadequate," I nearly ground my teeth in frustration. I almost let myself show such an ugly, jealous side to a mere clone.
My emotions seeped into my words, making them sharp.
"I can't understand. Like all stimuli, once one experiences stronger ones, they can't be satisfied with weaker ones anymore, can they?"
"Ha! Rian always respected boundaries when receiving rewards from me. Belia, isn't it because your stimulation was so lackluster that he tried ramping up the acts themselves to compensate?"
"...My body is identical to yours, Master."
"But the mind inside is completely different, isn't it?"
Even if the bodies were virtually the same, the maturity of the minds within was worlds apart.
For a clone barely born to claim she could match my allure was absurd.
Rian lusted after me—Bella Soders, specifically.
It made sense he'd grow dissatisfied with Belia's routine stimulation in their interactions. Unlike me, what refinement or elegance could a newborn clone like Belia possibly have?
Even if created from my knowledge and psyche, a clone's mental maturity had inherent limits.
It was only natural Rian, who desired me, wouldn't be fulfilled by Belia's generic offerings.
Belia stared at me before speaking.
"...Master, could you satisfy Young Master with [acts crossing the line]?"
"Ha, of course."
"...I request proof. If proven, I'll submit to your will and withdraw my [body reinforcement] request."
A mage's basic trait was confidence bordering on annoyance, but seeing my own clone like this just gave me a headache.
'Should I just remake her from scratch...?'
I considered restructuring Belia's mana circuits to create a more obedient, less insolent new clone.
It would solve the issue instantly.
But if Belia suddenly vanished, Rian might be shocked. And if that led him to dislike me even a little...
Unthinkable.
From the clone's perspective, reconfiguration meant a total personality rewrite—tantamount to death.
Too harsh a punishment for mere momentary impudence.
Belia's [proof] demand was arrogant, but upon reflection, it had merits.
First, a chance to teach the insolent clone a lesson.
Even haughty Belia would reconsider upon seeing me skillfully satisfy Rian without lewd acts.
She might even gain respect for me.
'As expected, a mere clone like me can't replace Master.'
Second, in teaching that lesson—unavoidably—I'd have to give Rian a reward myself.
A direct reward after so long... Just thinking about it made my heart flutter like first love's fever.
Rian would once again see me as an object of savage lust, clinging to my breasts like a baby as I stroked his head...♥
Of course, any pleasure from the proof process would be purely incidental. Absolutely not the main goal.
I schooled my softening expression into a stern one and haughtily addressed Belia.
"Fine, as you wish... I'll provide [proof]."
"I apologize for my rudeness and thank you for accepting my request."
Belia bowed her head in gratitude.
Hmph, at least as a being based on me, she recognized her behavior's impropriety.
I smiled faintly and ordered Belia to observe Rian and me.
The magic circle from yesterday activated, projecting Rian's image intently focused on something in his room.
Watching Rian's room through the circle, Belia nodded as if realizing something.
"Indeed, this is how you monitored our conversations..."
"Quiet!"
Belia's sky-high insolence wouldn't last much longer.
All I had to do was play Belia and give Rian ample satisfaction.
Maintain dignity while giving the reward. Simple, right?
A bet I couldn't possibly lose.
I grinned confidently and asked Belia when she was scheduled to meet Rian.
"Rian really asked you to come dressed like this...?"
"Yes, Master. Young Master said he'd be absolutely delighted if I arrived in this outfit."
"Still, this is... too much..."
The clothes Belia gave me were the mansion's maid uniform. Though "beyond recognition" from heavy modifications.
"Ugh, just you wait... After today, Rian won't demand you dress like this anymore...!"
I glared at Belia as I donned the vulgar maid outfit she'd prepared.
Was it wearing it, or merely draping it? More skin was exposed than covered—a lewd garment indeed.
If the servants saw this, disaster. I fully cloaked myself in a thick overcoat.
"I'll be cheering you on from here, Master. Please teach me much."
"...Hmph!"
I steeled myself and made my way to Rian's door.
Steeling myself further, I cautiously knocked.
"...Y-Young Master. Be-Belia... here. May I come in?"
Almost botched it from the start. Can't afford that.
At the permission from beyond the door, I calmed my pounding heart and reaffirmed my resolve.
'Don't forget—you're the noble Countess Bella Soders... No vulgar displays!'
Tonight, Belia would learn what dignified rewards truly were.