Chapter 59
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 59
Chapter Title: Restraint Devices Are Equal for Everyone (2)
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Reviving these hunter dolls just as they are...
Just the thought of it had my heart swelling with excitement for a moment, but it didn't last long. A bit more head-scratching made me realize it wasn't as straightforward as I'd hoped.
"How the hell am I supposed to know what abilities any of them have?"
I had no idea what insane powers they might've wielded in life.
All I could do was rely on luck to gauge their potential.
"This isn't some gacha pull..."
The reason this wasn't feasible was simple: my Clone Creation skill wasn't an infinite copy-paste cheat.
Naturally, the system limited the number of clones based on level.
Yet here I was, thinking of prioritizing clones for people whose abilities I didn't even know?
Not easy. Not by a long shot.
"Might as well make active S-rank clones instead—that'd be way more efficient."
I smacked my lips bitterly.
What a shame. Such a waste.
Of course, that didn't mean I was giving up on the dolls in this warehouse entirely. Even if perfect restoration wasn't possible, repairing them and extracting whatever data remained would surely boost my Clone Creation skill growth.
At worst, it wouldn't be a losing deal.
"So, should I just restore everything in sight? All of them here? No particular priorities?"
Marsha Leoshika shook her head at my question.
"Nah, I wouldn't dream of that much hassle. Your time isn't infinite, and two or three a day should suffice."
"Heh, not like the elder to be so generous."
"Well, even one or two a day sounds grueling to me... but your skill looks ridiculously convenient up close. Anyway, we'll set the priorities. Better start with families on good terms with our Maker Sect—makes us look good."
Hm. A reasonable proposal.
"Then let's coordinate the schedule later. I'll head out for today."
I turned to leave as politely as possible. Business was done, no reason to linger in this gloomy warehouse.
Honestly, staring at those failed doll husks was giving me the creeps.
But right then—
Whoosh—!
Several mechanical arms burst from Marsha's Matryoshka, clamping down on me tight. It happened in an instant.
"W-Wait, Elder! What the hell? Let go!"
I thrashed in panic, but the arms' grip was inhumanly strong. I couldn't budge.
"Heh heh heh, where's the fire, little Ihyeon bro? Things went so smoothly—think I'd let you leave empty-handed? Nah, you're sharing a hot drink with your big sis first! Right?"
Marsha winked at me with playful eyes.
"Don't tell me it's because of that hypnosis earlier...?"
I shouted desperately.
"Elder! I-I can't hold my liquor! And I've got a mountain of work left..."
"Quiet, no whining. Come on, bro. Tonight's gonna be a long one, heh heh heh."
I refused desperately, but the arms dragged me into the Matryoshka.
Clunk—
The entrance sealed shut, trapping me in darkness.
Moments later, dim lights flickered on, revealing the interior.
It was surprisingly spacious.
Plush sofas, a massive king-size bed.
Pastel pink wallpaper, giant teddy bear and bunny plushies in the corner.
"Way girlier than I expected."
I was stunned inwardly but kept my mouth shut—better not tempt fate.
"Lemme see, what kinda booze does bro like~?"
Marsha rummaged in a built-in fridge like it was her master bedroom.
I sat primly on the sofa in seiza position, waiting.
Soon, she returned triumphantly, arms full: a whiskey bottle of vicious-looking clear liquid, a fancy corked wine, chilled beer cans fresh from the fridge. Variety galore.
"So, what'll it be, bro? Big sis is treating big tonight—pick the priciest, no holding back!"
Marsha grinned slyly, handing me a glass. Looked like escape wasn't happening...
No choice—I started sipping what she poured.
Each fiery gulp scorched my throat, heat flooding my body.
We downed several silently, glasses clinking in the quiet.
How much later? As the buzz hit my head, Marsha finally spoke. Started with gripes about academy drudgery, but liquor loosened her tongue into a torrent of complaints and gossip.
"Ugh, our academy fossils are hopeless. Always 'back in my day' bullshit, but they weren't dodging dungeon monster swarms like now. Paper-pushing pricks who yap endlessly. Makes me wanna punch their faces in, seriously."
Marsha grumbled in her drunken slur. Profanity flew freely, but it was standard bar talk.
"...Yeah, fair. How's the Maker Sect? Our vice principal whines about budgets nonstop."
I chimed in cautiously, and Marsha lit up like she'd been waiting.
"Us? Same crap. Brass thinks we're just hammering in workshops. Fuck, without our gear and magic tools, how're they killing monsters? Yet R&D gets peanuts while they take all the credit. Wanna grind their faces, no joke."
Griping about academy old guard, Maker Sect's chronic funding woes.
Marsha vented like a machine gun. I nodded quietly, listening.
One convo, one bottle.
At this rate, I'd pass out here...
Buzzed hard, a question I'd never dared ask slipped out.
"But sis... you're so petite, yet you drink like a champ. Got a secret?"
Meant as half-compliment, half-flattery, but Marsha slammed her glass down, bristling.
"What? Hey, Kang Ihyeon. You mocking me? Think small body means small tolerance? Huh?"
"N-No, that's not—"
"Bull! Big sis was legendary back in the day! Beat everyone in drinking duels around here! And you underestimate me 'cause I'm petite?"
She was flushed, hammered and fuming.
"Fine, bro. If my little body's such a gripe, time to show you. How amazing big sis's true form is!"
Marsha set her glass down and shot up.
True form?
The "adult mode" I'd heard about?
Special drug? Mech parts?
Wild guesses, but probably her unique ability.
Spot on. No tools—just stood, leaned on the wall, closed her eyes, concentrating.
Then, impossible change.
Shhrrrr—
Her short brown bob writhed like a living thing, cascading to her waist in lush waves. Flat chest ballooned like twin ripe watermelons in a blink.
"Heh heh heh... whaddya think? This body? These mature adult tits?"
Her height shot up too—now towering over me.
If not for her shabby blue jumpsuit magically stretching, those massive tits and hips would've shredded it...
Gone was the impish girl; before me stood a woman more stunning and sensual than any actress or model, perfect curves incarnate.
"Gotta admit, those look heavy as hell."
The biggest rack I'd ever seen.
Working with those? No joke.
"Still think I can't drink? Huh? Admit it now."
"...Yeah. Impressive."
Marsha twisted seductively, flashing a killer smile. Her new voluptuous figure dwarfed her old one—tits overwhelming any I'd seen. I gawked, gasping admiration.
"Hmph, men are so simple! Drooling just 'cause the body's changed."
She said it, but her cheeks pinked—shy? She chugged her beer to hide it.
Booze trailed her pale neck, oddly erotic.
Can empty, her face deepened red, body swaying.
Suddenly hammered, despite earlier composure.
"Ugh... head... fuck, why won't this wear off... Body bigger, tolerance should be too, right...?"
She clutched her forehead, staggering. Bold confidence gone—looked ready to collapse.
Body not adapted to the change?
"Sis, you're wasted. Maybe stop now?"
"Shut... ugh... thirsty... There, desk... hangover pills... Get 'em... Clears the booze right up..."
She mumbled thickly, slumping on the sofa. Boozy breath wafted.
I glanced at the desk—yep, a small vial.
"......"
Then, a different thought crossed my mind.
"Just knock her out."
Not pure lust.
Sure, that view stirred me, but something bigger hit.
"This Matryoshka's gotta hide top-tier data."
Maker Sect elder, genius engineer Marsha's lab and fortress.
Piles of academy secrets, her cutting-edge research. If I knocked her out and searched freely...
Gamble. But with hypnosis possible, worth the risk.
I grabbed the nastiest-looking whiskey instead. Poured her a full glass.
"Sis, thirsty? Another round first to clear your head? Chaser with booze ain't bad."
"Mmm... yeah... bro poured... gotta drink..."
She swigged unsuspectingly. More whiskey down, eyes glazed, tongue thicker.
"Ahh... bro's pours... best... heh heh..."
She muttered nonsense, giggled randomly, flopped on the sofa.
"Sis, snap out of it. You okay?"
"Fineee... big sis... still good... zzz..."
She couldn't hold out—collapsed limp. Long limbs splayed. Soft snores from parted lips, massive tits heaving rhythmically.
Soon, deep sleep like a child.
"Really out?"
I stared at her sleeping face. Flushed cheeks, plump parted lips, fluttering lashes. Sultry beauty unlike her girl form.
Those dizzying tits, jiggling with each breath.
Jumpsuit buttons undone, white cleavage peeking, deep valley.
Gulp.
I swallowed dryly. Lust surged uncontrollably.
Heaving tits impossible to hide even under blue fabric. Trembling, I reached—huge, firm like watermelons, yet soft as ripe fruit.
"All tits, no brain..."
Couldn't resist—undid her top buttons. Fabric parted, revealing snowy skin; finally, twin giants bared.
Insane size—bigger than her face. Tips crowned with tasty dark nipples.
"Bon appétit."
Tranced, I buried my face, sucking hard like a starving babe. Sweet, creamy taste on my tongue.
Slurp. Smmph, smack—
Her body twitched faintly, but she slept on. Emboldened, I toyed wildly.
Licking, sucking, gentle bites.
"Hng..."
Hand grabbed a tit—soft, warm, overflowing palm.
Kneaded freely, waves of plush heat surging through me.
Reason faded; primal urge took over.
"N-No...!"
Snapped back, pulled away.
"Almost fucked my life up. Not the priority, idiot!"
Temptation fierce, but bigger fish.
"Goddamn, built to fuck. Hypnosis bait."
Regretful, but no hypnosis gun meant no dice.
Someday, I'd fill her sloppy.
Steeled myself, looked away. Time for the real goal.
Summoned Aira Petrovna's clone again. Black-haired woman appeared; I whispered orders.
"Aira, scour every inch for useful info or data. Prioritize Marsha's personal research or academy secrets."
The clone nodded emotionlessly.
Criminal now, but once Marsha's disciple—knew this Matryoshka best.
She searched methodically: mana threads from fingers hacking devices, uncovering hidden storage, gathering intel.
But soon, disappointing report.
"Scan complete: most vital data under heavy security. My skills estimate weeks to crack."
"Tch. Figures."
I clicked my tongue. No way a Maker elder's lab was sloppy. Easy access would've been weirder.
But then, the clone added flatly.
"However, I have direct access to select documents. Proceed with those first?"
"There's that?"
"Affirmative."
"Good. Gather 'em up."