Chapter 111
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 111
Chapter Title: Release (2)
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It was an unexpected change I hadn't even considered.
Over the past one or two months, everything I'd poured into my clone, Rena.
Holding her, ravaging her, taming her to my whims—all that dense experience from those intimate times was now flooding straight into the real Miyazaki Rena's body and mind.
[Updating changes!]
[Clone─Miyazaki Rena transmits some proficiency experience to the original.]
-Enchantment Imprint Lv.3 (New!)
-Semen Appreciation Lv.17 (New!)
-Masochistic Pleasure Lv.8 (New!)
-Master Arousal Lv.8 (New!)
-Slave Instinct Lv.5 (New!)
[7 other skills have been updated.]
*Gulp.*
"I can't see how the lewd skills look in my eyes now, but..."
I could roughly guess what skills had been injected into her body.
Similar to what happened with Cheon Da-eun noona.
Her body grows sensitive to my gaze,
she savors the flavor of semen,
she goes into heat from her master's scent,
and she becomes a body that submits even more easily.
All of them were the fruits of the countless lewd acts I'd taught Rena.
Even when skills built up over weeks or months, the changes were visible to the naked eye—but what about when they hit all at once?
Sure enough, Rena's legs buckled and went limp. I barely caught her before she collapsed to the floor.
Her body burned hot like a lump of fire, her face flushed crimson as if it might burst.
She staggered as she stared at her own clone.
The bizarre sight of another self—identical face and all—panting in ecstasy just like her.
The seeds of pleasure I'd planted in Rena's clone had sprouted at once in the minds of both clone and original.
"Ah, ahh...!"
The moment her combat power surpassed 50%, a vivid light flickered to life in clone Rena's vacant eyes for the first time.
Her coldly mechanical, emotionless face flushed with bewilderment and an inexplicable heat. She panted raggedly, overwhelmed by the alien sensations suddenly flooding her body.
"A-are you two okay?"
"L-let go of me!"
She slapped my supporting hand away roughly, yet she couldn't even steady herself and staggered.
"Haa, haa...! W-what... is this...!"
Her face beet red, she glared at me. The instant her eyes met mine, they flew wide open.
She went blank.
"So handsome... Ah..."
Then she kneaded her burning cheeks with both palms like dough and moaned. Staggering, she stared at the bizarre sight: another self with her exact face, lost in pleasure and panting just like her.
"Ah, aah...! Now I get it. You having sex with my doll... it affects my body too."
Her guess hit the nail on the head.
Normally, experience sharing with a clone is so faint and gradual that the original never notices.
But when it's this dense and hits all at once?
And if the target is an S-rank hunter hyper-aware of her body's changes?
No matter how oblivious, anyone would spot the cause of such an unnatural shift.
'Dangerous.'
Cold sweat trickled down my spine.
I couldn't let her leave like this.
Experience sharing between clone and original.
The absolute core of my skill, Mythic Clone Creation.
A secret that could never leak to another soul.
She'd figured it out. No way I could just send her off obediently now.
'But one wrong move, and both overpower me.'
Clone skill drawback.
Unlike summons with strict hierarchies, clones follow their own will. In machine mode, she called me Master—but now awakened to the original's consciousness, she'd act just like her, ignoring me.
She knew she was my clone, sure. But hostility? That's a whole other story.
Aira's clone was exactly like that.
'Stop command? Nah, not in this state...'
The affable smile vanished cleanly from my face.
No more pandering or reading her mood. No point.
"......!"
"Hey... you..."
The reawakened clone glared at me with the exact same guarded eyes as the real Rena.
I didn't hesitate.
I lunged first, wrapping both arms firmly around the waists of the two staggering Renas.
A flower in each hand, literally.
They opened their mouths to speak, but I cut them off with a low, firm command.
"Cover your faces. You don't wanna show them off, right? If both show up, everyone figures out which one's real."
Perfectly reading my intent, both pairs of eyes widened in terror and confusion.
But their bodies were already enslaved to the scorching pleasure essence—too weak for real resistance. Like bitches in heat, they just panted in my arms.
I didn't hold back.
I covered their faces. Then, half-dragging them, I hauled them toward a motel tucked in the alley corner.
Passersby in the alley shot me mocking stares at the sight: me "supporting" two stumbling women—or was it dragging?
"Damn, that dude's got guts. Straight-up..."
"Where'd he snag babes like that? Gimme the cash, I'd play too."
Their jeers and envy stabbed my back like knives. I ignored it all.
The two Renas in my arms shuddered with shame but kept their faces hidden.
"Wait...! Where are you taking...!"
Her feeble protest drowned in Nocturne Town's grimy din.
A neon sign flickered perilously, letters threatening to peel off. Stepping inside, mold and stale smoke hit like a punch.
"W-wait... Ahk!"
I hurled their soft bodies onto the creaking bed. Short screams escaped them, but I paid no mind.
Click.
I locked the rickety door and stood before the two Miyazakis tangled on the bed, glaring daggers at me.
"D-don't come closer!"
"W-what do you plan to do to me in a dump like this!"
"What're you two even saying after coming this far? You both walked in on your own two feet."
"T-that's 'cause you put me in heat...!"
Then stay in heat.
To crush their defiance, I unleashed my pleasure essence again, saturating the motel's musty air with thick sweetness.
If Aira were here, mana threads would've disarmed them easy. But no such luck now.
'Honestly, stopping or unsummoning the clone's safer...'
But a shot at two helpless top-tier beauties at once?
How does any man pass that up?
'Trust my past self. I made that clone plenty slutty.'
"Hup...! W-wait...!"
Sure enough, both Renas started panting in sync.
Their defiant eyes softened bit by bit. Rage and scorn gave way to primal thirst, heat blooming like fog.
I grabbed the clone's chin first.
"Mmph, mmph...!"
She resisted, but her arms hung limp. I claimed her lips roughly.
Wet sounds echoed as my tongue plundered her mouth. My pleasure essence melted her fight like spun sugar.
Without breaking the kiss, my free hand cupped the real Rena's soft cheek.
"No...! Stop...! Hah...!"
She shook her head desperately. Pointless. I sealed her lips too. Ravaging one mouth, then the other—alternating sweet fountains.
Smack. Slurp...
Suck. Slobber. Smack...
Their bodies spasmed to my kisses.
No hesitation.
I stripped off shirt and pants without pause. Dim motel light gleamed on my chiseled muscles, laced with faint pleasure essence sweetness.
"......!"
Both Renas flushed deeper, apple-red.
Gazes shied from my face, roaming broad shoulders, firm pecs, carved abs.
'I know exactly what's on their minds.'
Skill-stuffed bitches crave domination by their master—me.
Minds rebel, bodies acknowledge the worthy man.
"I'll make it even better. First one to come to me. Deal?"
Both gasped sharply.
Shame-filled eyes flicked between each other—no one budged.
'Gotta force 'em after all?'
I stepped forward—
Rustle.
The clone Rena rose hesitantly from the bed.
Then crawled toward me, shyly—head bowed, hiding her flush.
The real Rena's eyes went wide in horror.
"Hey! You nuts?! What the hell!"
She lunged, grabbing the clone's arm. The clone didn't shake free—just mumbled softly.
"I-I'm... just the clone..."
"So what if you're a clone!"
"We've... probably done it tons already. So... for me... maybe it doesn't matter..."
"What?!"
The real Rena paled completely.
The clone pressed on. She knelt at my feet, looked up. Wet eyes brimmed with pleasure-lust.
Her tongue trailed my thigh to my chest.
"Hng... Haa... H-how's that...?"
"Not bad."
I petted her head, savoring her service.
Her tongue grazed my chest, lapping and nipping my stiff nipple—ecstasy shot down my spine.
The real Rena watched, dazed.
A perfect double serving one man so devotedly.
What raced through her head?
"Ah, seriously...!"
Finally.
She rose hesitantly too.
Feigning reluctance, she approached.
Kneeling opposite the clone.
Meanwhile, I stroked the clone's head gently, tilting her chin up.
Deep kiss on her slick lips once more.
Slurp. Smack.
Pleasure-drenched saliva swapped with sloppy sounds.
Watching inches away, the real Rena twisted with jealousy and rivalry. Not bold like the clone, but fidgety—not wanting exclusion.
I pierced her intent, grinned, pointed to my last barrier: the panties.
"There."
"...?"
"Press your nose to my cock."
Humiliation warped her face anew. But resistance was spent.
Trembling fingers guided her nose to the thick bulge straining my underwear.
Sniff, sniff...
My musk, sweet pleasure essence, faint semen tang assaulted her—her eyes glazed foggy.
"Ahk, g-gross... B-but why..."
Rena broke. She bit my panties with her teeth, tugging them down herself.