Chapter 68
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 68
Chapter Title: Editing the Clone
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A few days later, inside the personal laboratory within the Maker Sect.
Even while I was undergoing new training, clone creation was progressing steadily.
"Models, including Yoo Yeo-jeong, and multiple temporary models have been completed, Master."
"Mm-hm."
Of course. Now there was one more person besides me who could whip up dolls in a snap!
'Thanks to that, I can finally focus solely on what I need to do.'
Thinking back on how things had come to this, it all started with that one thought.
I just loved lewd stuff—
That single reason.
I didn't want to do the crafting myself, so I made a clone for that. Combat and exploration? All handed off to Da-eun sis.
It's good to do what suits your talents, sure. But really, it was all because I wanted to focus entirely on sex.
"If I activate the skill right now, you can awaken them immediately, right?"
"Yes. As per your request, Master, some parts have been removed, so the dolls' fidelity won't even reach my level."
Ira Petrovna stood rigidly by my side, reporting in a voice devoid of any emotion.
I flashed a satisfied smile and patted her shoulder.
"Good, good. You did well while I was away, Ira."
"It was performed while connected to your precious mana thread, Master. It was only natural."
A stiff reply. But I liked that. Perfect obedience, free of doubt or emotion.
Honestly, I wondered if I could just leave her like this.
She already knew everything she needed to as a machine consciousness. Why bother awakening the original's mind? Especially since she wasn't even a combat unit.
'Well, the biggest reason is that.'
I wanted to train her.
I wanted to fuck her.
Plus, there was the benefit of her acting exactly like the real Ira.
I slowly approached the sleeping Yoo Yeo-jeong, lowering my head.
Silver hair cascaded over her cheeks, softly framing her exquisitely doll-like face.
"I told you to implement the clothes roughly..."
Eastern-style attire.
She was dressed in a white lab coat, but the top was scandalously short, barely covering her nipples. Below, her massively swollen, voluptuous breasts were fully exposed, threatening to burst free.
Well, it suited my tastes perfectly. Ira had shown some unnecessary flair here.
"Then, shall we try awakening Yoo Yeo-jeong first..."
It was just as I was about to activate the skill.
"Master."
"Yeah?"
Ira, who had been standing silently behind me, took a step forward.
"How about testing my abilities this time?"
"Your abilities?"
"Yes. I was designed to be more proficient at 'manipulating' dolls than creating them."
I turned back with interest. A machine consciousness suggesting we test her abilities?
"Hmm, what can you do?"
"From simple manipulation, to modifications and enhancements via part replacements... and even memory manipulation."
"Memory manipulation?"
That word stuck in my ears.
This was a pretty useful ability.
Different advantages from my skill that copied the original's memories...
Ira had such an impressive skill?
As I looked at her in surprise, she nodded as if it were obvious.
"Yes. I can delete specific memories or implant new ones. Of course, using it causes significant overload, making it a major operation where I can't use other skills for a while..."
"But you're asking me now because you want to try using that memory manipulation yourself, right?"
At my sharp point, Ira's movements hesitated ever so slightly. Then, she nodded faintly in affirmation.
"...Yes. The clones I made never maintained a consciousness system, no matter the completion level. So it's a skill I've never used even once. I wanted to show it to you this time, Master."
Ah, that made sense.
A skill she essentially couldn't use, no matter how powerful, was meaningless.
'The artisan's desire to prove herself...'
Even as a machine consciousness, she was remarkably proactive.
Smart ones stand out even as clones.
I smiled in satisfaction and beckoned her.
"Alright. Let's give it a try."
At my permission, Ira moved without delay.
She stepped forward and began attaching thin needles and complex devices to the head of the sleeping Yoo Yeo-jeong, whose eyes were lifeless. Her movements were as precise as a surgeon's, without a single wasted motion. Once preparations were complete, she turned to me and asked.
"What memory would you like to implant? I can only extract data from her memories and reconstruct logical, plausible ones..."
In other words, no outlandish sex fantasies. Not that I planned to anyway.
No need for all this hassle just for sexual relief.
'Okay, let's see.'
What if I became her son? Young mom and grown son. A taboo-filled setup that appealed...
'No, scrap that.'
The memory of that day in the hallucination, trying to violate my mother, flashed back. Better to shelve this.
After a moment's thought, I chose the safest, most effective setup.
"Make me her husband."
"Understood."
Ira reacted instantly to my command.
"I'll construct a 'husband' based on her memory data. Combat power set to over 50%. And the husband's appearance, voice, everything... overlaid with you, Master."
Memory Manipulation
Overload applied / Other skills locked
A flash erupted from the machine with a crackle—!
Yoo Yeo-jeong's body twitched lightly. Once Ira finished, I finally activated my skill.
Clone Creation.
Clone Creation
Mana thread infusion / Consciousness awakening
My mana flowed like thread into the sleeping Yoo Yeo-jeong's body. Pouring manipulated memories alongside the soul into an empty vessel.
My fourth clone, Yoo Yeo-jeong, slowly opened her eyes.
Her long, white eyelashes trembled, then lifted slowly. Focus gradually sharpened in the doll's vacant pupils. With a faint groan, her dry lips parted.
"This place..."
She looked around at the unfamiliar ceiling and cold metal machines, her face confused. Then, finally, her gaze landed on me.
In that instant, all color drained from her face.
The earlier confusion vanished, replaced by pure terror and venomous contempt.
Her body shrank back reflexively.
"Y-You...! Why are you here...!"
"Mm, long time no see?"
Yoo Yeo-jeong stumbled backward.
Forgotten were her bare feet on the cold lab floor. Her elegant outfit disheveled, she retreated to the corner like a frightened animal.
"Stay away! Don't come closer, you philanderer! Divorced, and now you show up like this! Thinking of what you did to Seol-hyun still makes me shake..."
"...Huh. Ira, what the hell is this?"
"It's all based on her memories."
I scratched my cheek.
So, she had a bad relationship with her husband?
Nod, nod.
I closed my eyes at Ira's response.
What shitty luck, fuck.
I wanted an obedient wife, not a hysterical one who hated her husband like he was poison.
Who knew her marriage was such a wreck...
Sigh, calm down.
Recalling Instructor Cheon Da-eun's case, she had at least the basic awareness of being a summoned clone. That was core to the Clone Creation skill's mechanics. This woman should be the same.
I forced a tired, wounded expression and sighed toward her.
"I had no choice. You could only be revived by me. After that day, you were in a coma. Without me, you'd have slept forever. I woke you like this... and you're going to treat me that coldly?"
"Th-That...!"
She shouted in lingering anger, but her momentum had waned. Her pupils shook unsteadily.
But soon, with a deep breath, she regained her composure. Cold fury settled in her eyes like frost.
"Even so... I'll never forget what you did."
"......"
"So, what do you want by waking me, you?"
She glared at me like I was worse than vermin.
"That day, in the fight with Black Sun, weren't you the first to run?"
"Not running—I came back alive and saved you."
"Ha."
"Believe it or not, it's the truth."
"...Fine. But I doubt you woke me without some ulterior motive. What's your game?"
I decided to try one last persuasion. In the softest, most remorseful voice.
"I wanted to apologize."
But at those words, the contempt in her eyes exploded into uncontrollable hatred.
"Apologize? You dare utter 'apologize' with that filthy mouth? After trying to do that horrific thing to our daughter, Seol-hyun... and now you want to apologize?!"
"Oh."
This guy was a real piece of trash, huh?
I whipped around to Ira in a panic, but she just stood silently. With her personality injected based on the memories, there was no reversing it.
Sigh, no helping it.
Negotiations failed.
With a sigh, I strode toward her. I roughly grabbed her slender, shrinking arm.
Yeah, just do it.
Think I can't play the thug properly?
Feels familiar somehow.
"L-Let go!"
"Nah."
"Damn it, where's my sword...!"
Her eyes desperately scanned the room. But I crushed her hope mercilessly.
"Doesn't exist."
"Eek...!"
"Come on, it's been a while. Wanna fuck with your husband, wife?"
At my mocking words, her face went stark white. I turned to Ira.
"Ira. Bind this bitch so she can't move."
At my command, dozens of transparent mana threads extended from Ira's fingertips. Like living snakes, they coiled around Yoo Yeo-jeong's limbs, completely sealing her resistance.
A ripping sound echoed through the quiet lab. I tore off her Eastern-style white silk outfit in one go. The noble, beautiful garment became ragged scraps on the floor. The mana threads dug into her pale thighs, leaving obscene marks on her exposed skin.
Thick tears fell from her eyes.
"In the end... this was your plan! You filthy beast! Ngh...!"
Her voice trembled with rage and despair.
I had nothing to say. Everything she said was true, based on her memories.
Her husband in those memories was a total scumbag, and what I was doing now wasn't much different.
Instead of replying, I brought my face to hers. About to kiss, I suddenly thought she might bite my tongue.
Instead, I lowered my head and latched onto one of her massive breasts.
Her swollen, luscious tit. I suckled the red, sensitive tip at the end roughly, greedily, like a newborn babe. As I rolled the nipple with my tongue and nibbled with my teeth amid wet slurps, her body convulsed again.
"Hngh...!"
Smack, smack, slurp—
While relentlessly sucking one nipple, I channeled the pleasure essence dormant within me through my mana directly into her breast. Not liquid, but pure pleasure energy coursed through her sensitive milk ducts, spreading throughout her body.
"Hngh...!"
She shook her head wildly, trying to stifle the bursting moans, but instinct took over. Amid heated breaths, suppressed cries leaked from her lips. I smiled in satisfaction, tormenting her nipple even more obsessively.
"How's that? Itchy, right?"
Keeping one nipple in my mouth, I pinched and twisted the other with my fingers.
"Doesn't the nipple itch like crazy, begging to be scratched? Like this? This way?"
"Haah... St-Stop...! What... what is this...! Why... why am I reacting to a bastard like you...!"
She wailed. Unable to comprehend why her body, filled with rage and hatred, responded so intensely to pleasure. Her noble reason crumbled pathetically before primal ecstasy.
"It's common sense for a female beast to cry out before a male."
"...Impressive acting, Master."
"Not acting."