Doppelganger (5) — Hardcore SM Warning
"Alright, let's start with this Jeanne over here. Slami, restrain her."
"H-Hey, why me first?!"
Yeoul pointed at the other Jeanne who'd been standing quietly off to the side. At his command, Slami's tentacles shot out, binding Jeanne's limbs and splaying her arms and legs wide.
Yeoul pressed his fist against Jeanne's defenselessly exposed abdomen. Her onahole womb, hypertrophied from transformation, bulged slightly under her trained abs, making its position easy to pinpoint.
"Your womb's roughly right here, yeah?"
"Y-You're not seriously gonna hit me, right? Even with those traits, there's no way something like this could feel good... Nnghiiit?!♥"
Squish—
"You're moaning just from me pressing down with my fist, and you wanna talk?"
"Urgh...♥ I never thought something like this could actually feel good..."
"Alright, here comes the real one?"
A light tap wouldn't deliver proper impact to the sturdy Jeanne, so Yeoul put a bit of force behind it, aiming straight for her womb as he slammed his fist into her gut.
"W-Wait, give me a second to brace— Guhuk?!?"
With her limbs bound and her belly utterly vulnerable, Jeanne took the hit square on. The shock of her womb being crushed under his fist forced the air from her lungs. She trembled for a moment before her head lolled forward, motionless.
"Huh? Did the pain knock her out? Guess I gotta wake her up then."
To rouse the unresponsive Jeanne with her head hanging limp, Yeoul smashed his fist into her womb again.
"Kehuk?!?!"
As his fist pulverized her womb, a vanilla-scented fluid burst from between her bound legs.
Squirt—
"Oguh...!!♥ Haaahk?♥♥"
The impact jolted Jeanne awake from her blackout. But the moment consciousness returned, agony radiated from her womb—like her guts were rupturing. It was pure torment, yet because it came from Han Yeoul, Jeanne's legs quivered as lubricant gushed from her pussy like a faucet.
"We feel pain as pleasure too, but to climax from something this straightforward... That's why you didn't wanna show us, huh?"
"Whoa~ Isn't that kinda outside an onahole's whole purpose? That's wild~"
"Nngh...!♥ D-Don't look....♥ Hnngaaah..?!♥♥"
Seeing Brina and Slami's reactions to her climaxing from nothing but getting hit—unrelated to pleasing a cock—filled Jeanne with shame, pushing her over the edge again.
"Climaxing from womb punches means this one's probably the real Jeanne for now... So how about you?"
"Eek?!"
The doppelganger, who'd been watching from the side, recoiled at the brutality exceeding her expectations.
'M-My memories didn't have anything this intense?! What kind of verification is punching someone's reproductive organs?! And why is that one enjoying it like that...!!'
The boss doppelganger had copied countless beings before, but this was a first. The problem was she'd used even her main body's power to nearly perfectly replicate the original.
Facing the unknown of climaxing from pain, the doppelganger felt fear.
'S-Something's wrong. I should bail for now and try another way...!'
Sensing doom, she tried to back away, but Slami's tentacles were faster, binding her limbs and stretching her out.
"Trying to run? Because you're fake, or just scared? Neither's something the real Jeanne would do."
"N-No, that's not—!"
"If you're fake, after making me punch my own onahole, I gotta torment you thoroughly without killing you, right?"
At Yeoul's chilling warning, the doppelganger had no choice but to keep imitating the original.
'It's just human pleasure signals anyway. I've experienced sensations from every race— no reason to fear that much.'
"Who's fake? I'll prove I'm real. Get on with it."
Opting for bravado, the doppelganger thrust out her belly invitingly.
"Oho~ Got the attitude down pat. Let's test it then."
Thud!
"Kehuk?!?!"
Yeoul's fist cut off the doppelganger's breath, her body arching back like a bow from the shock. At the same time, lubricant erupted violently from her pussy, strong enough to seep through her black inner armor, sending her into a grand climax.
"Ogooooohk?!?!♥♥"
The climaxing doppelganger was utterly confused.
'W-What is this sensation?! Pain signals are normal, but what the hell is this...?!'
The instant Yeoul's fist connected, an overwhelming pleasure flooded in through her link to her clones, whiting out her vision. Experiences from clones came as mere data without affecting the main body, but unlike the properly transmitted pain, this pleasure hit as raw sensation straight to her core.
'I-It's just like back then...! When I copied that high goblin Brina and her clones died impaled on his dick—their experiences transmitted directly...! What the hell is his authority...?!'
Unaware of the details of Yeoul's authority, the doppelganger could only guess it was the cause.
'This sensation is dangerous...! I never knew pleasure could be this hazardous...!!'
Always the one toying with intruders, the doppelganger now felt indescribable terror at the pleasure creeping into her main body. The original's flesh amplified it far beyond expectations.
Yeoul grabbed the doppelganger's hair, yanking her head up. With a reluctant expression, he addressed the Jeanne-lookalike.
"One more to go—don't go getting cold feet on me now."
"Hnnngh...?♥ W-Why...?"
"'Cause the other one took two hits too. Gotta be fair for a proper comparison, right?"
As Yeoul raised his fist, the doppelganger thought:
'N-No! If I take another one of those...?!'
She struggled to avoid it, but Slami's tentacles held firm, allowing no resistance. Inevitably, Yeoul's fist slammed into her womb.
'Ah...!'
Splat!
"Kyyyiiiik?!?!♥♥♥"
Squish— Squiiirt—!
The onahole flesh's massive pleasure made the doppelganger's core feel like it was burning. No longer imitating, but genuinely climaxing like a female, she let out beastly moans, her hips shuddering wildly.
For the doppelganger, who'd only indirectly experienced it through clones, the direct hit of onahole pleasure was more lethal than poison.
"Oh, this one's more sensitive? You the real one?"
"I-I'm the real... Urkngh?!?!♥♥ W-What...??!"
Clinging to consciousness amid the pleasure to maintain her transformation, the doppelganger suddenly felt the binding tentacles shift her pose. On hands and knees, ass up, Yeoul approached from behind.
He patted her ass, now at waist height.
"What else? It's a 1:1 tie, so next event. The other Jeanne went first last time, so you're up. This one's spanking."
"Spanking...? What's that? Wait, at least let me catch my— Hyaaahk?!?!♥"
Smack!
Yeoul's palm cracked against the doppelganger's ass with a sharp sound. The soft, plump flesh flattened into his handprint before bouncing back, quivering.
A stinging jolt raced up her spine from the struck cheek, forcing out more lubricant. It clung stickily to Yeoul's withdrawing palm, drawing a long string from her pussy.
The oddly addictive texture tempted Yeoul to raise his hand again.
"Gotta do this twice too, right?"
Smack!!
"Hiiikuuuk?!?!♥♥ Kooook?!?!♥♥"
The harder strike transmitted shock straight to her womb. With it still throbbing from before, the double pleasure melted her nerves.
"Ukgh?!♥♥ Oooohk!?!!♥♥"
Squish— Squish—!
'Dangerous! Dangerous! Dangerous!'
Climaxing repeatedly from pain-induced pleasure, the doppelganger realized raw sensation alone could shatter an intelligent mind.
Each burst of supreme ecstasy from Yeoul's strikes eroded her more surely than any prior experience. Not just the clone's mind, but her main body at the labyrinth's core—still in Jeanne's form—felt it all directly.
The intensity overloaded even her innate transformation ability.
'Mistake! I should've gathered full power and fought head-on instead of using clones to divide them...!'
At this rate, her mind would collapse before she could fight.
'Better retreat to the main body and regroup now.'
Having gleaned much from Yeoul's direct touch, the doppelganger wanted out before it worsened. Conveniently, Yeoul had finished the two spanks and was heading to the real Jeanne.
"Hmm. Can't tell from this alone."
Both Jeannes reacted perfectly, traits and all. Continuing seemed like a waste of time.
Brina approached and whispered to Yeoul.
"Master, how about we try this instead?"
Yeoul listened to Brina's murmur and recoiled in disgust.
"Huh? Nah, that's a bit..."
"It's the surefire way. If she's real, we can heal her later anyway."
"Even so, that seems like it'd just hurt, real or not."
"Trust me, as a fellow onahole. The real Jeanne would love it."
"Alright, if you say so."
'What are they talking about?'
The doppelganger, eyeing a chance to slip Slami's loosened tentacles, startled as Yeoul returned.
"W-What? My turn's over, isn't it?"
"This ain't cutting it for telling real from fake. Got a surefire test now. Pass this, and I'll believe you're the real Jeanne."
"...For real? Not two rounds like before?"
"Doubt you could even take two. One should be plenty."
Tempted by escape, the doppelganger suppressed her instincts at Yeoul's promise.
'Just endure once!'
"Fine, bring it."
Yeoul muttered, 'This feels wrong,' but placed his palm on the doppelganger's belly. No fist this time—her confusion showed as his fingers dug in, paling her already pale face further.
Jeanne's memories held something similar.
"No way...?"
"Didn't wanna go this far, but Brina swore it's foolproof."
Yeoul's fingers sank through her softening abs, gripping the womb easily. It pulsed like a heartbeat in his hand.
With a genuinely apologetic look, he squeezed gradually.
"Real or fake, sorry about this."
"Wait.....!!!!"
Spluuurt—!