Chapter 60
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 60
Chapter Title: Bitch Discovered
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Aira immediately pulled up the relevant documents and began briefing me on their contents.
"Most of the documents currently accessible are related to the past 'Doll Project.' They record the personal information of the participating hunters, their skill characteristics, and the progress of the project."
As I reviewed the materials, I quickly understood why Aira Petrovna could access these documents so easily. They were all project-related files she had directly handled and managed in the past.
It was like a sort of 'family genealogy of participating clans' or a 'hunters' registry.' It detailed which members of which families possessed which skills and how they contributed to the project.
I lit up at the sight. This was a clue to picking out the useful talents sleeping in this warehouse much faster than expected!
'Great! With this, I can see just how impressive each one's abilities were!'
But that joy was short-lived. I soon realized this wasn't quite enough either.
The registry certainly mentioned plenty of skills that looked useful, but it lacked key details like their exact ranks, proficiency levels, or the specific hunter's level.
It was just vague descriptions like 'fire magic specialization' or 'possesses spatial distortion ability.'
'Damn, this is half-baked info too. How am I supposed to pick and choose like this?'
It was no different from pulling a random box without knowing its contents.
'Well, I guess I have to roll the gacha at this level. Still way better than knowing nothing.'
Swallowing my disappointment, I kept shuffling through the documents.
Then, my eyes lingered on one name. Unlike the others, it felt oddly familiar.
'Yoo Yejeong.'
A senior female member of the Yoo family.
A Swordsmanship Sect hunter.
Not a name I'd heard before, but I focused on the family relations section in the registry. There was a familiar name.
[Daughter, Yoo Seolhyeon. Scheduled to enter the Academy.]
Yoo Seolhyeon.
The moment I saw that name, fragments of forgotten memories flashed through my mind like a panorama.
Our class rep, the cross-dressing girl suffering under Instructor Seraphina's blackmail. And the one whose virginity I took, finishing inside her.
'So her mother, Yoo Seolhyeon, participated in this Doll Project?'
I couldn't hide my surprise. The world really was small—though technically hundreds or thousands of times smaller than Earth...
I checked Yoo Yejeong's current status.
[Status: Comatose. Currently housed in a special ward in the Yoo family estate. Dependent on life support devices.]
"Comatose, huh."
Racking my brain, I recalled Instructor Seraphina saying something like this back in Paradise.
That Yoo Seolhyeon's mother had upset her.
So she was taking it out on Yoo Seolhyeon as revenge.
That narrowed it down to two possibilities.
One: Instructor Seraphina was somehow connected to this Doll Project herself.
Two: Conversely, since Seraphina couldn't exact revenge directly, she targeted her daughter instead.
'Seraphina's been persistent from what I've seen, but not some vengeful ghost.'
One thing was certain.
This woman had her tentacles in more things than I'd imagined.
'What a pain. No wonder she fell before the story even started.'
Tsk.
I needed to figure out a way to bring her under control soon.
I stared blankly at Yoo Seolhyeon's name for a while before letting out a deep sigh.
Yoo Yejeong. I had no idea what kind of woman she was or what kind of hunter...
'Let's try making a clone of her first.'
She was still alive, so she met the clone creation conditions. Her lack of consciousness was a minor concern, but given the skill's mechanics, it shouldn't be a big issue.
Honestly, it'd be a lie to say I chose her out of guilt for essentially raping Yoo Seolhyeon.
Maybe I wanted to ease that guilt just a little by reviving her mother as a clone.
'But that's not the only reason.'
If she held a position in such a prominent family, she must have had exceptional abilities. A skilled Swordsmanship Sect hunter could definitely be useful to me.
I gave Aira an order.
"Erase every trace of us accessing this info today. Make it perfect so Masha Leoshika doesn't notice anything off when she wakes up."
"Understood."
The Aira clone swiftly deleted the relevant records and even tampered with the system logs, completely destroying the evidence.
Impeccable work, as expected.
"Alright, let's head back—"
"Please wait."
After finishing, she stared intently at Masha Leoshika, dozing on the sofa, then suddenly did something unexpected.
The Aira clone quietly approached Masha Leoshika, unhesitatingly latching onto one of her ample breasts peeking through her loosened work uniform, sucking with a loud smack.
Like a baby nursing, the clone's small mouth enveloped Masha's large nipple, making wet slurping sounds.
I could see the pale brown nipple swelling harder inside her mouth.
"Slurp, smack, slurp..."
"Hey, what the hell are you—!"
I startled, trying to stop her, but the Aira clone calmly wiped her mouth and replied.
"I'm removing the traces of Master's genetic material left here."
Ignoring me, the Aira clone sucked even more fervently on Masha's breast.
Her tongue sloppily licked around the areola, her lips persistently teasing the nipple.
Surprisingly, soft moans began leaking from the deeply asleep Masha Leoshika.
"Mmm... ahn... haa..."
Her body trembled faintly, her back arching slightly. Her flushed, alcohol-reddened face showed a mix of pleasure and confusion.
"Done. I'll restore her clothing."
"...Yeah. Let's go."
Ignoring the clone's bizarre behavior and Masha's lewd reaction as best I could, I hurried out of the Matryoshka.
Even as I left, that odd action lingered in my mind.
'Even for a machine consciousness, that was deliberate.'
It reeked of intent to mess with her master. Or maybe it reflected Aira Petrovna's own subconscious desires?
All sorts of thoughts crossed my mind, but I decided to ignore it for now.
The important things were the data we'd secured and the plans ahead.
As I walked the Maker Sect corridors, organizing the data from the warehouse in my head, it happened.
It was late, so most researchers had gone home; the halls were empty.
Partly because I'd wasted time on that drink.
Right then.
From the shadowy end of the corridor, a woman slowly emerged.
Her face was more than half-covered by a mask, but her presence was undeniable.
'Who is that? At this hour... Never seen her here before.'
Sharp yet seductive cat-like eyes.
A perfectly balanced figure—voluptuous yet toned.
Her long black hair tied up messily, yet exuding a strangely sexy aura.
'Crap.'
With my guard down, I'd forgotten to dismiss the Aira clone.
Eh, should be fine.
It's not like my face is known to criminals.
The woman approached, stopping right in my path, blocking me.
Her visible eyes curved seductively over the mask. A smile like she knew everything, piercing right through me.
"You're Kang Ihyeon, right?"
"...Yeah."
"Hehe, heard a lot about you. I have business with you—mind sparing a moment?"
Her voice was honey-sweet, but laced with hidden menace.
Instinctively, I stepped back a few paces.
"Heh... Rejecting me? I won't bite if you come quietly."
Water droplets began rising around her. I felt cold, sharp killing intent.
'Damn, had a bad feeling. Knew it would blow up.'
An enemy?
But who? Who'd come into the sect this late to target me?
Did Aira Petrovna already figure out I'd made her clone and send a hitman?
As ominous thoughts swirled, the Aira clone behind me stepped forward.
I hesitated. Should I dismiss her now and summon Cheon Da-eun to handle this?
And then.
"Hah?"
A weird sound came from ahead. From the woman.
"Aira! Why are you here? And with him!"
That's when I caught on.
One of Aira Petrovna's allies after all!
Not the main body, but this was still trouble. I had to deal with her decisively here...!
As I tensed for battle, the Aira clone turned to me with a flat voice.
"Master."
"Yeah, I'm ready."
"No."
"No? What?"
"That woman is Cheon Seo-eun, Instructor Cheon Da-eun's younger sister. The one caught peeping on you and Instructor Cheon Da-eun a few days ago. She's approaching to subdue you for their purposes."
At those words, Cheon Seo-eun's face drained of color. Her eyes shook with terror and shock.
"H-Hey! Don't just blurt it out like that...! Y-You...! You're a doll?! Ah, fuck!"
Judging she had nothing left to hide—or going all-in—she screamed and attacked.
The orbiting water droplets turned into razor-sharp water blades, surging at my vitals!
A stealthy, silent pattern to avoid drawing attention.
"Activating protection mode."
But the water spears shattered mid-air against the Aira clone's defense, like hitting an invisible wall.
"Not bad, for a doll!"
Cheon Seo-eun clicked her tongue, intensifying her assault. This time, a surprise from the thin water film on the floor.
Water streams erupted from under her feet, writhing like living snakes toward Aira's ankles.
But Aira stayed calm.
Blades shot from her wrists, slicing the water snakes in half instantly.
Then, all sorts of mana artifacts popped out from Aira's body.
Orbs forming barriers, mirror shards reflecting magic, even black tentacles absorbing attacks. Like her whole body was an armory.
'That's... Aira Petrovna's real ability.'
The power to craft artificial dolls, even turning parts of her body into dolls equipped and controlled with artifacts. Definitely formidable.
"Tch...!"
Cheon Seo-eun's water magic clashed fiercely with Aira's artifacts, shaking the entire corridor.
Though the clone seemed to be pushed back slightly due to lower combat power, Cheon Seo-eun was sweating profusely—her mana drain intense.
She didn't seem to have massive mana reserves. She'd run out first.
"Haa, haa... Damn, shouldn't have done this..."
"Seo-eun noona?"
"Don't call me by name, you perv!"
Why keep calling me a perv?
She's the one sneaking in for an assassination.
I slowly closed in, pressuring her.
"You gonna keep fighting? Even muffled, this noise will draw people soon. A hunter fighting without permission in the Academy—right outside a Maker Sect elder's lab. Sounds like juicy news."
Cheon Seo-eun's face twisted. She bit her lip, hesitating. I added the clincher.
"And... I hear you're with a crime group. Eclipse Guild, was it? Rings a bell now. They were a sub-branch of Black Sun, right?"
I remembered now.
Eclipse Guild.
In the main story, one of the protagonist's allies visited them.
Forgot after the Black Sun arc.
At "Black Sun," her face paled again. Her eyes quaked with despair and fear.
"If I tell your sister—no, Instructor Cheon Da-eun directly... wonder what her reaction would be?"
At that, Cheon Seo-eun gave up, dispersing her water mana. She hung her head, muttering.
"Fuck... do whatever, you bastard..."
Surrender.
Normally, the protagonist would forgive her here or recruit her as an ally—classic cliché.
I had no intention of going soft.
"Aira, restrain her."
"Understood."
The Aira clone bound her tighter with mana threads. I walked up slowly, roughly grabbing her lowered chin and forcing her gaze up.
"Like you said, noona. I'll do whatever I want."