Castaway: Baek Jaeseong-17

Four days later, a rescue team dispatched by the Hunter Association pulled us out safely. The marine dungeon, they said, had been cleared without incident. Sujin, Yeonji, and Lina had taken part in the underwater raid themselves, and from the sound of it, they'd racked up a considerable haul of merit in the process.

The instant my feet touched dry land, the three women who had been pining for me with desperate, sleepless longing dragged me straight to a hotel — and not just any hotel. The finest suite in the building. The kind of room where a thousand dollars a night was a rounding error. All three of them had already threatened to blow every last bit of the compensation they'd earned from the dungeon raid.

Everyone except Jisu all but hurled me onto the bed and fucked me like they'd lost their minds. All three of them were dripping wet without so much as a single caress. I'd unintentionally put them through a stretch of neglect play, and the lust they'd stored up in that time was no joke.

"Nngh~! Did you really leave us hanging for this long~?"

"It was out of my hands. From now on, I'll ravage you as much as you want."

"For the next week, we're reverse-raping you however we damn well please. We already decided among ourselves. No refusing. Heheh! We're gonna wreck you."

"Heehee…! You turned me into this kind of body and then went and had your fill with Jisu. I can't just let that slide, you know?"

Jisu tried to read the room and slip in among the three of them, but Lina booted her square in the ass.

"You're out. You hogged Oppa all to yourself. None of us ever got to do that!"

"Eek! But that was an accident!"

"Accident or not. While we were busting our asses clearing a marine dungeon, you were off cuddling with Oppa, weren't you? Now you can masturbate to the thought of us fucking. That's your job."

And so the frenzy began. A stretch of pure carnal excess that swung between heaven and hell. I came away with a fresh insight: even heaven, taken too far, can become hell.

Every meal came by room service. For a full week I shuttled between the bed and the bathroom, burying myself in their holes. Sex after breakfast. Sex after lunch. Sex after dinner. Sex after a shower. Sex after sex. Sex before bed. Sex the moment I opened my eyes again.

It was a banquet of fucking so relentless that an ordinary person would have developed a full-blown sex phobia, and no one would have blamed them. To make matters worse, the three of them rotated in shifts, pacing themselves with vicious precision.

I'd come in Sujin's pussy and ass about five times, and Yeonji would take over on the bottom. Once I'd broken Yeonji, Lina would climb on top of me. And when Lina's stamina finally gave out, Sujin would come at me all over again.

Of course, it wasn't only one-on-one. We ran group sessions more times than I could count. They even force-fed me expensive potions, wringing their own pleasure out of me without a shred of mercy. Their threat to spend every last bit of their dungeon-raid compensation had not been empty swagger.

I learned exactly what kind of disaster unfolds when you leave horny women unattended for too long. And then, as that week was nearly up, a notification window bloomed in front of my eyes.

The skill level of Yin-Yang Harmony Technique had risen by one, bringing it to 3-Star. Every time Yin-Yang Harmony Technique gained a star, a new branch skill bloomed off it. Leveling the thing was turning out to be a genuine pleasure.

The branch skill I'd just acquired was a peculiar one called Many Bodies. Of everything in the Thousand-Tear Erotic Demon's secret manual, this was the technique I'd wanted to learn most. And now I finally had it. The fantasy play I'd only ever dreamed about was possible at last.

I used the skill on the spot.

"Many Bodies!"

I was lying on the bed when I suddenly sat bolt upright and shouted it, and the other women all turned to look at me. Lina wore an expression that asked what kind of idiocy I was pulling now. Jisu and Yeonji tilted their heads like a pair of adorable meerkats.

Then all four pairs of eyes flooded with shock. Hard not to, when my body had just become two.

"The fuck is this!? A clone technique? Whoa! Another new ability?"

Yeonji's eyes sparkled as she asked. Everyone else was staring at me with the same stunned look she had.

Another naked me was standing right in front of my eyes. Seeing my own face somewhere other than a mirror did something strange to my mood. Was this what it felt like to meet a doppelganger?

The other me spread both hands and inspected his own body. I did the same, mirroring him. I knew exactly what he was thinking, and he knew exactly what I was thinking. We weren't merely twins. We were the same being — the same being, occupying two separate bodies.

"Heh. Impressive. It's exactly like making a clone."

The clone said it first.

"Yeah. Right now we seem to be completely independent entities."

I was thinking the same thing. Neither of us waited for the other. We both reached out at once. According to the skill description, physical contact would let us share memories and emotions. I needed to see how that sharing actually worked.

The moment I took the clone's hand, a thread of footage began to play inside my head. It was the other me's memory.

I absorbed every last scrap of the other me's information in an instant. And it would have been the same on his end. The memories of two beings who had existed across the same stretch of time flowed into my head as naturally as a double helix, neither strand interfering with the other. No confusion of memory. No collision of feeling. I could feel it with total certainty: at the root, we were one.

"This is the best!"

"This is truly the best!"

We shouted it at almost the same time. My women stared at us, dumbfounded. The situation had gone past surprising and into the realm of the absurd, and none of them seemed to know how they were supposed to react.

Sujin was the first to break the spell. She stepped between me and the other me, lifted both hands, and wrapped them around our cocks, which were standing at full attention.

She examined them the way an appraiser studies a work of art, her eyes as sharp as a hawk's, her hands confirming the texture. When it came to my cock, she was a first-class authenticator.

"Hmm…. The shape is completely identical. Is this really a clone?"

"Yeah. It's a clone. At the root, we're completely one."

"We are completely one. We're just split in two right now."

Sujin brought her nose in next and sniffed the tip of each glans. She looked like an antiques expert picking a genuine article out of a lineup. She slipped her tongue into the urethra to taste it, breathed in the scent of our balls, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠and dragged her tongue over the wrinkled skin of the sac. When she was finished with all of that, she parted her lips a little and made her demand.

"Can you piss right now?"

"If that's what you want."

I let a little urine into Sujin's mouth. She held it the way someone holds a sip of wine, rolled it over her tongue, and swallowed it down completely.

Then she took the clone's piss and put it through the same process. A thought occurred to me, unbidden. Was I the clone, or was he? I was operating on the assumption that I was the original — but it was entirely possible that he was. Strictly speaking, this skill didn't "generate" a clone so much as it "divided" the body.

The moment I thought it, the clone looked at me with an odd ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠glint in his eye. He was clearly thinking the same thing. I didn't need him to say it. The look was enough. And he would have read mine the same way.

"Am I not the real one?"

"I feel like I'm the real one."

"Hmm. A real puzzle."

"A puzzle, yeah."

No — thinking about it, the question was meaningless. In the end, we were one.

Sujin wasn't done at the piss. This time she went for the scent of our asses. She pressed her nose to each hole, sniffed, and even tasted with her tongue. After that entire elaborate operation, she finally delivered her verdict.

"They're the same. You're both Jaeseong. Cock size, smell, the taste of the piss, the smell of the ass, the wrinkles, the taste…. I can't tell you apart at all. Completely identical."

Yeonji clapped her hands at that.

"Oh my god! A clone…! There's something I've been dying to try! Please, do that thing! The thing I told you about before!"

Yeonji came toward me with a wicked little grin. Sujin, who seemed to have already guessed what she was after, stepped in to block her.

"Ah — no, me first! I'm going first!"

"Sujin, you already had your fun! It's our turn now!"

"She's right. Unnie already had more than her fill."

Yeonji and Lina formed a temporary alliance and laid into Sujin together. Sujin, for her part, folded her arms and answered with shameless composure.

"That was an inspection! I wasn't enjoying it! Anyway — simultaneous front-and-back play! ….I'm going first!"

There it was.

The play they wanted was front-and-back penetration. Double penetration. ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠The kind of brutal act that showed up constantly in Western porn — a sort of dream scenario.

Of course, it was vanishingly rare in real life. Real-world threesomes, from what I'd heard, were almost always two women and one man. People said male celebrities did it with fans, though whether that was true was anyone's guess. Threesomes themselves were uncommon enough in the real world to begin with.

Regardless, sandwich play required two men sharing one woman. Which made it a complete impossibility for ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠me. Share a woman with some other bastard? I'd kill the guy and keep her for myself.

There was a simulated version, of course — handing a woman a strap-on and fucking another woman together. I'd done that with the girls before. It had its own satisfactions, and it was fun in its way.

But fake and real were not the same thing. With a clone of myself, I could actually do sandwich play. That was the entire point of the technique. The reason a mere erotic art contained something this broken was simple: the single-minded pursuit of the highest possible pleasure.

The thought of two of me burying ourselves in a woman's front and back holes made my cock howl and spring to attention. The clone, thinking the same thing, swelled just as fiercely. Of course we were one. We looked at each other and grinned, vile and knowing.

"Keh heh. Looks like we're thinking the same thing."

"Of course. You and I are one, after all."

In the end the women settled the order with rock-paper-scissors. Lina took first, Yeonji second, Sujin last. Sujin's face crumpled. Jisu, who hadn't even gotten to play, wore the face of the deceased.

Lina stepped between us as if it were the most natural thing in the world. She looked a little more tense than usual. I brushed her cheek with my fingers.

"They say the well-behaved cat is the first one up on the hearth. Looks like the saying's true."

"Hmph~! I'll have you know I'm not particularly well-behaved."

Fair enough. Lina was a haughty cat. Aloof — and yet a filthy little female who loved to fuck.

I kissed her on one cheek. The other me kissed the opposite cheek. Lina slid her arms around both of our waists and opened her mouth. I knew what she was about to do, which meant I also knew what I needed to do.

"Could you stay just like that for a moment? Unnie — could you take a picture of this?"

She wanted to preserve the image of herself receiving kisses from two men, like the queen of a reverse harem. Lina put the two of me on either side of her and smiled radiantly, striking a pose straight off the cover of one of those romance webtoons that had been trending lately. Yeonji framed the shot on her phone.

The clone and I stood up at the same time and brought our thick cocks to Lina's cheeks. We didn't need to speak. Our thoughts were already in sync.

"Take another one like this. Ah — Lina, kneel, grab a cock in each hand, and make a V with your fingers. That's it. Just like that."

"Smile with your mouth. Yeah — a natural smile, like that…. Perfect. Yeonji! Take it."

We fed her the directions together, one after the other.

Lina held both cocks and hit a smiling double peace sign. It was the kind of filthy composition you'd find on an AV cover. A title like Ahn Lina, 21: Currently Being Gangbanged would have fit it perfectly.

Once the photos were done, I lay back on the bed.

Lina climbed on in cowgirl, lined her pussy up with my standing cock, and sank down. A wet, filthy sound accompanied the way my cock slid into her, all the way in.

The clone folded that Lina down toward me. She and I ended up locked in a tight embrace. Lina beamed at me. Just looking at her face made my mouth water.

A gulp carried all the way from the peanut gallery. The atmosphere was running hotter than it ever did when they merely watched us have sex. I had never been this pent up for a fuck in my life.

The clone spread the ass of the Lina who was clinging to me on the bed. Her hole opened wide. It was the most orthodox position for taking something in both ends. He put his cock into that opened ass.

Schlick.

"Haaaah~!"

Lina's moan rang high and clear, like a nightingale's song. Today was the first time she had taken two cocks at once. I could feel a thick, heavy presence through the wall of her pussy — a presence on a completely different level from the simulated sandwich play we'd done with a strap-on. As expected, my cock was magnificent.

Lina buried her face in my chest. I wrapped both hands around her head, held her close, and stroked her hair.

"Ready?"

"Of course!"

The other me and I exchanged the signal.