Chapter 130
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 130
Chapter Title: Observation Experiment Record (3)
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Back when I was totally obsessed with sex.
Separate from my diligent efforts pounding away at my dick, research and experiments on the clones' pregnancies had been steadily progressing.
Well, I hadn't specifically ordered any experiments, but the clones were ultimately beings with the same emotions and passions as the original.
Aira had defined the life force generated inside the clones' bodies from my semen as "life energy."
'In simple terms, the conclusion was that the life energy accompanying pregnancy symptoms could be substituted as an energy source.'
Residual semen absorbed into the body over as little as two weeks or as long as eight weeks, emitting life energy or whatever.
Considering that real pregnancy is made possible by a mother's love in sharing her own vitality with her child, it was fair to say the clones operated on the complete opposite principle.
'...In the end, that means they really did experiments on clone Yas.'
I centered my persuasion of Masha Leosika around that point.
"Even when you weren't around, sis, this was research I was already doing. What changes if we stop now?"
"E-even so...! Right in front of my eyes... this is...!"
It was right then.
Still sprawled on the floor with my dick wedged between her ass cheeks, Aira whispered to me.
"Don't push Master too hard, Master. She's probably feeling guilty toward me."
"Guilty?"
"Yes. In a way, it's Master's fault that I betrayed the sect."
Ah.
So there was more history between them that I didn't know about.
Whether she overheard the whisper or just couldn't take it anymore, Masha finally shouted.
"Enough!"
She tore her gaze from Aira and glared at me.
"Fine...! Fine, I'll help with your experiments myself!"
Her words left me with a puzzled look.
I pulled my cock out of Aira's ass crack with a wet schlick and approached Masha.
"But just a minute ago, you said your human body wouldn't help with the experiments, sis?"
"Ah...! Th-that's...!"
Masha's face flushed bright red.
Her lips twitched before she finally gave up, muttering in a tiny voice.
"My body... is basically just a doll. The parts... aren't that different... so it might not be so far off from what you make."
"What do you...?"
She spoke as if revealing her biggest secret, her face full of embarrassment.
"You... saw my real form recently. But do you think a human could swap out their body like that so freely?"
"I figured it was a skill."
"A skill? A skill to swap out your body at will! If such a skill existed, why would I hole up in this Maker Sect? I'd go to a Combat Sect! It's got nothing to do with it!"
"Huh, yeah, that makes sense."
Hearing it out, it was a pretty logical point.
For the first time, I saw Masha Leosika in a new light.
The little girl's form, the mature woman's body. All of it was manufactured?
"So... you've been a mechanical human from the start?"
I muttered in disbelief.
"Then those royal tits I saw back then... were fake? Ah, fuck..."
Sulky.
Suddenly, Masha burst out at my mutter.
"They're natural, you little punk! My whole body isn't mechanical!"
Only after hearing the exact name of her skill did I finally piece together the full picture.
The ability to perceive her real body as 'parts' and freely swap them out with others.
It even allowed downloading computer software and installing it directly into her own body—a truly revolutionary skill for the Maker Sect.
As she explained, Masha's mood had lifted, and she excitedly started bragging about the various 'modes' installed in her body.
"Behold, little bro. My body is packed with all sorts of cutting-edge devices. I liken them to games—modes, mod packs. For example, the 'Bio Contraceptive' that drops pregnancy odds to 0.01%, the 'Thermoregulator' that perfectly adjusts body temperature to the surroundings, and even the 'High-Speed Computation Aid' that analyzes thousands of pages of papers in a single second!"
She proudly thrust out her chest.
As I listened, I was thinking something else entirely.
'And yet no hypnosis resistance mode, huh.'
A sudden question popped into my head.
"So you didn't install something like a mental protection mode?"
"Hm? Oh, that. I used to have it. But it had poor compatibility with the computation aid, so I just deleted it. It kept interfering with my research, blocking unnecessary emotions and external stimuli."
"I see..."
What a tragic fate.
She'd disabled her own defenses for the sake of research.
As a result, one shot from my toy gun had toppled her so easily.
'Ironic. Why give me a hypnosis gun if you had no resistance yourself?'
Then, a pure curiosity sparked in my mind—as a maker.
My Mythic-grade skill, Clone Creation.
Her Unique-grade skill, Componentization.
What if we attached parts she made to a clone's body? What would happen?
Not like making some patchwork golem.
I was curious about part compatibility.
Just as Aira's doll-making skill had nourished my clone creation, her master's skill seemed likely to yield major benefits.
'Mass production of clones.'
Maintaining the original's consciousness across that many would be impossible, but what about machine consciousness?
Downgraded machine dolls with just the appearance of the original?
'Even if it's tough now, with more efficient mana stone batteries or leveling Clone Creation to 10, I could really implement one onahole per person...!'
No.
I tamped down the boiling excitement for now.
First priority was escaping this shitty situation.
"Sis, my dolls aren't like simple mechanical bodies. You don't need to experiment on yourself. It might just muddy the data."
"I-is that so?"
At my words, the elder who'd been grilling me so aggressively moments ago deflated like flat soda.
Her shoulders visibly slumped.
"Yes. So it's best if you head out for today."
"If it's because of me that you're stopping your experiments, then I'll...!"
"This is your house, sis—what do you mean leave? Looks like no drinking party tonight anyway, so I'll come back next time."
"......"
"For real this time. We can even set a date."
Only after I said that much did she reluctantly nod.
As I left the room without protest, the surprised one was actually Aira.
Reappearing in doll form at my summon command, she looked up at me in disbelief.
"Master, I... thought you'd fuck Master."
"Huh?"
"And... me too, together..."
Aira shyly confessed as she rubbed her heated body against me. I couldn't help but chuckle.
"You've gotten so horny, Aira."
Well, yeah—she'd been steeped in pleasure essence, and more than that, I'd made her into a doll and played with her, getting her used to my sex life.
"But I had an even more fun idea."
"Yes?"
I wrapped my arm around Aira's waist as she clung to me and whispered in her ear. At the same time, I slipped my other hand under her skirt, gently caressing the soaked spot there with my fingers.
"Hng...! Master...!"
"Your memory manipulation skill—cooldown's up, right?"
"Ah, yes... but why all of a sudden...?"
"It only works on dolls you make, right? Try making it in 'virus' form. Like software you can install."
That was my other brainstorm.
Mod-addict sis walking around with all sorts of modes installed in her body.
Everyone knows a woman's body is best pure and natural...!
So, install a new mode in that elder sis who claims her body's half-machine.
A 'memory she never had,' injected like a virus into her arrogant body.
For example, a memory of the three of us—you, me, and her disciple Aira—having a filthy, taboo orgy party today.
Aira's face paled as she grasped my intent.
She let out a short sigh and looked up at me, her eyes mixing awe, fear, and a hint of excitement.
"As expected of Master... Understood."
She nodded with a strange smile.
"Then, I'll start on clone production for Masha Leosika. To find the virus that best fits Master's body, I need to know it inside out first."
"Yeah. Do that."
More technicians were always welcome.
Then I should prepare to move to the next stage myself.
One week later.
Tartaros Outer Rift Pioneering Team, Central Tactics HQ.
A stale stench of coffee grounds and cigarette smoke, endlessly flickering fluorescent lights, and below them, people overtaken by mountains of paperwork and the blue glow of monitors.
"Team leader, coffee."
"Thanks."
The broad-shouldered man, Jake Miller, handed over a paper cup. Instead of steam, exhaustion wafted from it.
Han Jiwon of the Intelligence Team took it without looking away from her monitor, her temples deeply etched with unerasable fatigue.
"More damn kid paperwork?"
"Yeah."
"What the hell do the higher-ups expect from Academy brats anyway? No one's coming regardless."
At Jake's words, Elias the Team Leader, nose-deep in papers across from him, replied.
"Tell me about it. Last quarter's application rate didn't even hit 10%. And only three made the final cut."
"Those three? Two dropped after a month, one lost an arm and got discharged."
"And the shittiest part of it all."
Elias slowly thumped his fist on the desk and let out a deep sigh.
"Is that high-caliber talent like me gets wasted on this crap..."
"Heh, Elias Team Leader, we always appreciate it."
"No problem..."
"Still, bolstering our main force is crucial. Especially the Academy—it's a treasure trove of talent. Forgot about Eugene Han from last year? The guy who single-handedly saved his squad from total wipeout in the 107th New Rift?"
At that, Jake with his dark circles tsked.
"Team Leader, that was just luck, wasn't it?"
"Luck? No, probability. We scatter tens of thousands of paper scraps, and reeling in even one talented psycho is a win. That's why we repeat this crap every few months."
Han Jiwon chugged the black coffee—no sugar, no cream—like water.
"What we do is pouring water into a leaky jar. But every once in a while, a rock plugs the hole. We bail out this hellhole river to find that one rock... And even if we don't snag usable talent, piling up pebbles works too, right?"
Her words halted everyone in the office for a moment.
Piling up pebbles.
It meant treating individual hunters not as people, but as disposable consumables.
Yet no one could argue. They knew the Pioneering Team's brutal reality better than anyone.
A group that shoved fat funding and manpower straight into the hole and wasted it. Probably the biggest money pit in all of Tartaros.
"Still, maybe change the ad copy, Team Leader."
"Why?"
"Who'd come for this crap? Wealth and fame? Best welfare and cutting-edge gear? Heroes bearing humanity's future? What is this, Earth-era propaganda?"
"So what else do we need? No clue what kids like these days. Should we add 'Horny guys who wanna fuck a hot team leader, apply!' or something?"
"Haah... please!"
Jake blushed and pouted at Han Jiwon's joke.
"That's why we only snag D-rank small fry. Look, another one hooked."
"D-rank? A D-rank applying? That's kinda fresh."
"Fresh my ass. Means they don't know their place and'll come moth to flame to die."
Jake's monitor clearly displayed a freshly printed applicant profile.