Chapter 70
-----------------------------------------------------------------
Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 70
Chapter Title: 50.01% (1)
-----------------------------------------------------------------
"Hngh... again...!"
*Thwack—!*
I gripped her hips tight and slammed my cock all the way to the hilt, pounding with enough force to tear her womb apart.
"Gotta give our precious daughter Seolhyeon a little sibling, right?"
"...W-what nonsense is that?!"
For the first time, pure terror flooded her eyes, widening them in horror at my words.
"A-anything but that...! Please...!"
"Begging now won't help. I'm gonna fill your womb with my cum over and over until it's packed full. You're just gonna be the bitch that bears my pups."
At my words, Yoo Yeojeong mustered every last bit of strength from her nursing days to try and wrench herself free from my grasp. As her pussy started to let my cock slip out in response, a slick vacuum sound echoed as her inner walls clung to my shaft regretfully.
*Sloooorp.* Right as the head was half-pulled out.
"Where do you think you're going?"
I roughly seized her waist again and forced her down onto the floor. Like punishing a fleeing bitch in heat, I rammed my cock back into that drenched hole.
*Thwack! Thwack!*
*Slap—slap—slap—!*
"Aaaahng! St-stop! Pull it out! Please...!"
I ignored her pleas, deliberately pulling out until just the tip remained before slamming back in to the root, over and over. Her body rocked violently back and forth with my thrusts.
Whenever she managed to lift her head to grasp the situation, I'd grab her hair and smash her face back into the floor. If she tried crawling on all fours to raise her hips, I'd mount her from behind like a beast and pound her hips madly.
"Hngh, hngh, haaaang! D-don't...! Hng, I-I'm...! N-not a dog...! Hngh!"
She thrashed desperately to escape, but her body was already mine. Amid the endless waves of pleasure, her face—once filled with hatred—began twisting into ugly ecstasy. Her eyes lost focus and rolled back, saliva drooling from the corner of her mouth.
Finally, her body reached its limit.
Her back stiffened rigidly as seizure-like spasms wracked her entire frame.
"Hoooooh...!"
*Squirt, squirt, spuuuurt!*
Her pussy gushed fluids like a fountain, soaking the floor beneath her.
"Yeah. Good girl. I'll keep pounding you, puppy."
I paid no mind to her collapsed, twitching form and shoved my scorching cock back into her unconscious pussy.
"Uh-hoooh, haaa...!"
She panted like a dog, her mouth spilling out incomprehensible moans. Her tear-filled eyes had rolled back completely, only the whites gleaming.
I scooped up the thick pussy juices pooling in her sopping hole with my fingers. Then I seized her still-twitching jaw and forced her mouth open.
"Who the hell do you think you are, you bitch?"
I shoved my fingers—coated in her own pussy nectar—straight into her mouth.
*Slurp— gulp, guh!*
"Suck it. Taste how good your pussy is for yourself."
She shook her head frantically, but I pinned her head by the hair and pushed my fingers deeper. Her tongue flailed to push them out, but in the end, she submitted and had no choice but to lick and suck them clean.
"Now it's time to pump your womb full of my load. Shut up and take it."
While she sucked on my fingers, I started thrusting my hips again. Aiming straight for the deepest part of her womb—the spot where I'd unload my seed. As the urge to cum surged, my clone instinctively warped its shape once more.
This time, perfectly into a tool for injecting semen.
The tip sharpened like a syringe needle, piercing her cervix, while the base swelled into a perfect plug for her womb's entrance. No drop would leak out once it was in.
"N-nooooo...!"
*Gloop! Gluuuuurk! Churn!*
*Gluuuurk! Gluuuuurk...!*
Everything inside me poured out. Thick, semi-solid globs of scorching coagulated seed. They exploded into her womb, filling every empty space without a gap, adhering, and beginning to solidify.
A creampie designed to 'definitely impregnate.'
Turning her womb into a vessel for my offspring.
I didn't care one bit.
Even after emptying everything, I stayed buried inside for a moment.
Surrendering my body to the primal sense of conquest and rapture.
*Haa.* This feeling—like I'm truly alive and breathing.
No wonder I can't quit sex.
"Master."
Aira approached me then.
She gazed down impassively at the limp, spasming Yoo Yeojeong and reported.
Target subject 'Yoo Yeojeong' pregnancy probability: 100%
"Yeah, figured as much. Eh, whatever—it's just a clone anyway."
It'd be weirder if she didn't get knocked up after that.
But she continued, her tone slightly dubious—or like a scientist spotting new data.
"I've collected and analyzed data on Master's sexual activities and clones for a while now."
"Oh? And?"
I swept back my sweat-matted hair and replied nonchalantly. She was spying on my sex life? Whatever—clone and all.
"Independent of clone consciousness summoning, the physical state of the base doll is permanently preserved. Any damage to the mouth or injuries remain even after unsummoning and resummoning. Since it's direct damage to the base doll's body before the clone."
"Yeah, makes sense. That's why Instructor Cheon Da-eun's hymen stayed broken too..."
I nodded like it was obvious. After popping her cherry, unsummoning, and resummoning, she wasn't a virgin anymore. A pussy once breached doesn't seal back up.
"But why bring up the obvious now?"
It was then. For the first time, Aira's voice carried an unpredictable edge, burrowing into my ear.
"This physical change... likely includes biological mutations—i.e., 'pregnancy'—with very high probability."
"...Huh?"
My brain froze.
"No way. It's a doll. How could it get pregnant? Never happened before."
I finally snapped out of it and let out an incredulous chuckle.
Never heard of a doll getting pregnant. But Aira refuted my common sense in her mechanical tone, as if mocking it.
"The term 'clone' applies, but at the moment of summoning, Master's clones perfectly replicate human bodies. In other words, living organisms."
"What the fuck?"
The curse slipped out on its own.
So every pussy I'd fucked wasn't just a doll, but a real live woman?
I'd kinda known deep down, but hearing it straight hit different.
"Of course, no need to worry excessively."
Reading my panic, Aira added.
"Only one clone body is summoned at a time. Pregnancy means creating new life—increasing the entity count—which highly likely violates the fundamental rule of Master's skill. Considering your relations with other clones so far, actual pregnancy cases are expected to be exceedingly rare."
"Haa, yeah, obviously. You scared the shit outta me."
I let out a sigh of relief and patted my chest.
"So, what're you getting at? Gets pregnant, but no baby?"
"Precisely: even if pregnancy occurs, it's not 'life.' In other words..."
She paused, as if collating data.
"It means carrying pure life force—energy akin to a mana core—within the body. Of course, this is just a hypothesis; true confirmation requires dissecting this subject for study."
I got uneasy for no reason.
I wanted to call bullshit, but something I'd suspected clicked.
Miyazaki Rena.
She'd absorbed my cum on her own and spouted weird shit.
High-concentration life energy.
And that she'd absorbed it.
"So, to remove the pregnancy state..."
"That, Master knows best."
At her response, I shut my mouth. Yeah. Just reclaim and absorb the lump of my cum and life force inside her right now. Simple technique from Yura noona. *Hoo.* Thinking it over, not that shocking.
But separately, it soured my mood big time.
'I'd pounded Da-eun noona and Rena like that, creampied 'em too—and there was even a chance of pregnancy?'
Practically impossible.
But not 100%.
That damn 1%. 0.1% possibility...
Then, as if mocking my unease, Aira tossed out a sly suggestion.
"Why not test it once?"
"Hah? Test what?"
"Master's firstborn son, or daughter. The potential of that seed."
"...You serious?"
I furrowed my brow.
This girl had been off since earlier.
What the hell was wrong?
I cautiously opened her status window.
And.
Huh?
I rubbed my eyes.
Pretty sure when I summoned her, Aira's combat power hadn't exceeded 50%...
Machine consciousness state. That's how I'd set it.
When the hell? How did she break past 50%?
A chill raced up my spine, goosebumps prickling.
Her prior machine-like speech and actions. Her proactive suggestion to test her abilities. And those earlier words egging me on.
All pointed to one horrifying possibility.
This bitch... how long had her original consciousness been awake?
Aira Petrovna—her true self—how long had she been watching all this?
"Master?"
Her voice remained emotionless, but now that impassivity felt like smoke and mirrors.
"Hold on, wait a sec."
I felt my heart pounding wildly as I spoke to her in a trembling voice.
Only one possibility fit.
She'd repaired her broken body herself.
Thus surpassing the 50% limit I'd artificially set for machine consciousness.
Anyone else? No. But a genius Maker like Aira Petrovna? Easily.
I felt cold sweat trickling down my back as my mind raced frantically.
Then why hide it this long?
Stealing my info? Streaming everything live to her main body?
No, wait.
She could've subdued me anytime before. A clone over 50% combat power—caught off-guard, I'd be done if she struck from behind. Yet she let me be. Why?
She...
'Experiment.'
Yeah. An experiment.
She couldn't resist pure curiosity about my abilities—experimenting on the ability itself. On me.
Damn it.
A dagger at my throat. Dancing naked on her lab table. And I'd been clueless.
I forced nonchalance, pretending ignorance as I spoke to her. Praying my voice wouldn't shake.
"So curious, huh?"
I grinned, seizing her chin and turning her face to mine. Staring straight into those cold eyes, I whispered in the vilest, crudest tone.
"How about you take my seed in your pussy yourself?"
"......"
"Testing it with your own body would be the most reliable, right?"
My blatant provocation didn't faze her expression.
She just maintained her poker face, gazing impassively at her own body.
"Does Master feel sexual desire for my body?"
Her question was purely data-seeking, devoid of emotion.
"This body full of nothing but fat. Sweats more than average too—probably smells up close, right...?"
"That's what turns me on."
I wrapped my arm around her waist and yanked her tight against me. Her plump ass pressed flush against my crotch.
"All that soft padding, slick with sweat. A body reeking of bitch in heat is perfect for fucking."
Even at my vulgar words, she didn't blink.
Just nodded.
"Understood. Data collected. Very well."
Surprisingly—or not—she accepted readily. No hesitation, no shame.
"Then, shall we begin?"
This bitch was truly mad for experiments.
Her near-maniacal curiosity gave me chills, but also unbearable excitement.
You slut.
Let's see how long you last.