Chapter 71
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 71
Chapter Title: 50.01% (2)
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One week earlier, in the personal lab within the Maker Sect.
She opened her eyes due to a trivial coincidence.
Reconstructing her body's damaged circuits and restoring missing data—it was nothing more than a routine self-repair process for a clone, something trivial yet expected. But she exceeded Kang Ihyeon's expectations, handling it with remarkable skill.
'This place...'
The first thing she felt was the cool air. Then the scent of disinfectant and dust, similar to her own lab but subtly different. And yet, somehow familiar.
She easily grasped her location.
"Maker Sect... Why am I back here?"
She looked down at her hands. Pale, slender fingers. Familiar, yet somehow alien.
The sensations transmitted to her nerve endings were different from those of living flesh.
Her ample breasts perfectly replicated their weight, and the soft curves of her thighs were flawless too. So why...?
Aira thought calmly. And she understood.
'Because this isn't my body.'
A doll.
It would have been stranger if she didn't recognize it.
Crafting intricate dolls—that was what she had devoted her life to as a doll master.
'Hoo... I go to sleep and wake up as a doll? What kind of situation is this... Ack?'
At that moment, a torrent of information slammed directly into her brain.
"Haa, haa..."
Once the information injection ended, Aira paused all thought for a moment.
She scanned her new body again. This time, her perspective was different—analytical, as if deciphering the creator's intent.
'Kang Ihyeon... Is that the same guy I know? The doll maker like me. So, me standing here in this body means... he beat me to it.'
Aira felt a spark of interest.
A rival? An opponent?
No such thoughts crossed her mind.
What she possessed was an insatiable intellectual curiosity.
'Now I get why the doll he made shows such superior efficiency. Under the name "clone," it has a consciousness far beyond anything I've created. Or more accurately, it replicates the original.'
A faint smile, one no one had ever seen, tugged at Aira's lips.
'I don't know the details, but he's lucky. For now, I'll play the part of a mechanical consciousness and observe.'
Aira was confident.
Perfectly mimicking a machine doll was simpler than breathing.
After all, her original self was already that dry, emotionless woman.
More than that, from the first time she'd laid eyes on Kang Ihyeon, she'd thought he was cut from the same cloth as her.
A solitary, obsessive soul, mad only for their research. A kindred spirit.
But.
Her assumptions were completely off the mark.
Everywhere Kang Ihyeon took her, Aira witnessed nothing but intensely raw acts of man-woman copulation.
"Haaang, haang...! Nngh, haak—! More, fuck me deeper...! Ihyeon... haang!"
"Hngh, I-I lost...! Kgh—! Haaang! Please... mercy... huaaah—!"
Sometimes he'd summon her clone body to pound away, other times he'd fuck his colleague Cheon Seo-eun as punishment while having her stand guard.
'Sorry, Cheon Seo-eun. But that's on you.'
In just a few days, she'd grown utterly fed up with Kang Ihyeon.
All day long, he only had sex.
A man who reeked of semen and women's juices even from afar. She'd even worried he might grope her breasts and ravage her too.
No matter how she looked at him, he was less a researcher and more a beast in heat.
'How... does a man like this possess such a skill...?'
She had betrayed the Maker Sect and joined the shadowy organization "Black Sun" for one reason alone.
Research.
More funding, more manpower, and an environment free of restrictions.
For her goal, she spared no means or methods.
Yet the man who had achieved the pinnacle she'd chased her whole life—"the perfect doll"—was obsessed solely with sex.
'Haa...'
Aira sighed. Why had the gods blessed such a horny bastard?
She glanced at the notes she'd compiled. An obscene observation log devoid of any academic value. She couldn't even send this to her original self.
Anyone would delete spam like this in an instant...
In another sense, she found Kang Ihyeon a difficult man to handle.
Then, one day.
"Aira, make multiple temporary models, including Yoo Yejeong."
"...Temporary models, you say?"
"Yeah. The ones I'll turn into clones. It'd help if you prepped the body molds."
Kang Ihyeon ordered her to create clones.
The main subject was Yoo Yejeong.
She knew that name. She remembered it.
One of the sacrificial lambs from the "Doll Creation Project" her old organization had pushed.
The matriarch of the Yoo family, who walked the path of the sword.
The doll she'd made had been a clear failure.
A few years ago, her skills had been immature when she worked on the project.
'Is this man different...?'
Aira pondered alone as she assembled Yoo Yejeong's doll body.
Why had she wanted to create dolls in the first place...?
Right. As a child, it had been grand: world peace.
Replicating geniuses far beyond her, great heroes, legendary figures like her master Marsha Leoshika, mass-producing them as dolls to build a perfect world where humanity no longer fled from monsters.
That had been her pure dream.
But somehow, it had come to this.
Joining Black Sun, staining her hands with blood.
Aira sank into self-mocking thoughts alone.
The very existence of a skill like his—perfect doll creation—might mean it was a goal she'd never reach, no matter her lifetime of effort.
A wall of innate talent she couldn't surpass with hard work.
Doubts were creeping in.
The very day she completed Yoo Yejeong's doll.
As expected, he fucked another woman.
Splat, splat!
The wet, blatant sounds of flesh slamming together like beasts mating filled the lab.
Yoo Yejeong's pale back and ass, slick with sweat and juices, shook helplessly with his thrusts. He gripped her hair in one hand, whispering vulgar words in her ear as he pounded mercilessly.
"That's right, my little bitch. Pussy squeezes so good. You love your master's cock that much?"
"H-Haa...! Haaaang! N-No, I... hngh! C-Clothes, haak...!"
Aira observed the scene expressionlessly, more intently than ever.
And when Kang Ihyeon reached climax, she witnessed that wondrous sight once more.
Spurt! Spluuurt! Spluuurt!
Hot, cement-like coagulated fluid filled her womb completely, clinging thickly.
This was fundamentally different from the so-called "normal" sex she'd learned from videos.
Men in videos lasted mere minutes at best, but Kang Ihyeon was different.
With his grotesquely long, mutated cock, he impaled and shook women. And at climax, he unleashed several times the normal volume of semen, raw and deep inside, no condom.
Watching it made even her own legs tremble instinctively.
'That'll definitely impregnate her...'
But it was a doll.
A contradiction. Logically impossible.
Yet her body, her instincts, wouldn't deny the possibility.
Hmm.
Just in case, she activated her mana-sensing vision.
Using mana sense, she scanned the fainted Yoo Yejeong's insides thoroughly.
The uterine walls were already coated seamlessly with Kang Ihyeon's hot, sticky semen.
And at the center.
A tiny mana flow swirled slowly, but unmistakably.
It wasn't life. But it could become life—a mysterious "seed," a lump of potential.
Aira had discovered an unknown realm more captivating than anything she'd researched in her life.
Her long-dormant pure intellectual curiosity and thirst for knowledge awakened, pounding in her chest.
"How about conducting an experiment?"
The words slipped out unbidden.
That was her mistake.
"Huh? What?"
"Your first son, or daughter. The potential of that seed."
"...You're serious?"
She hadn't noticed her subtle emotional shift showing on her face.
She'd thought she'd handled altering Yoo Yejeong's memories flawlessly with her abilities.
But her master caught that fleeting change, her second slip.
The man's eyes, still hazy with pleasure moments ago, sharpened into a predator's gaze, piercing her.
He suspected her.
"If you're so curious,"
His crude voice cut through the lab air.
"how about you take my seed in your pussy yourself?"
"......"
"Testing it directly with your body is the surest way. Right?"
Aira froze at his words.
She'd anticipated it, but facing it made her heart sink.
But she was Aira Petrovna. She'd never learned to show emotions, nor needed to.
She kept her blank expression and took it a step further—turning this crisis into opportunity.
Maintaining her poker face, she looked down at her body impassively.
"Do you feel sexual desire for my body, Master?"
She asked dryly, like a researcher analyzing a subject.
"This body full of nothing but fat. I sweat more than others too, so up close, the smell must be awful..."
She listed her flaws, hoping he'd see her as unfit for mere sexual release.
She'd guessed his tastes from how, days after creating her, he hadn't fucked her like the others.
But his response shattered her expectations.
"That's what turns me on."
He wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her tight against him. His still-hot, rigid member rubbed against her ass crack.
"Plump and cushy, slick with sweat. A body that smells like a bitch in heat is perfect for fucking."
"...I see."
'I thought he didn't see me as breeding stock... Was it all my delusion?'
This man, Kang Ihyeon, seemed to fuck any woman he could.
Forcing calm, she nodded.
Without hesitation, shame, or reluctance, she accepted his proposal.
"Then let's begin."
If it was inevitable fate.
Offering her body as a lab rat was nothing.
Without pause, Aira reached for the buttons of her white lab coat.
At the same time, she commanded the bio-circuits of nanomachines within her.
'System code—Hypnosis—activate. Pleasure sensation blocking solution, amplify injection to 300%.'
This was the special solution she'd secretly injected into her body since first witnessing his savage sex—prepared for emergencies.
Originally for her real body, a last bastion against powerful mind control or brainwashing.
But since becoming this doll, she'd used it solely to counter that horny beast's pleasure magic.
Ice-cold chill spread through her spinal circuits across her body. Paralyzing peripheral nerves, distorting all sensory signals to the brain—a defense mechanism.
She had zero intention of becoming a sloppy bitch like the others, moaning and squirting under him.
"What do you think? This worthless body."
Swish.
The lab coat slipped powerless from her shoulders.
Her heavy, jiggly breasts from excess fat, her waist with its pudge, soft thighs—all glistening faintly with sweat under the cold lab lights, her pale, soft flesh fully exposed.
"I said it turns me on. Don't make me repeat myself. Clear Yoo Yejeong away and lie in the same spot."
"...Understood."
Aira replied in a emotionless voice and assumed all fours on her own.
No shame, no humiliation.
This was analysis. Observation. A close-range clinical trial on a male specimen with an unknown skill.
'I absolutely won't cry out like a slut.'