Chapter 72
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 72
Chapter Title: 50.01% (3)
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Aira knelt on the filthy bed mattress, soaked through with love juices, semen, and sweat.
The spot where Yoo Yeojeong had thrashed and writhed in desperation just moments before. Traces of it still lingered vividly, filling the air with a fishy, nauseating stench.
Her knees sank into the sticky fluids, but she paid it no mind. She focused solely on analysis.
"Good. Nice posture."
Kang Ihyeon let out a satisfied grunt as he approached her from behind. Without warning, he swung his palm down hard on her plump ass.
Smack!
"Ugh."
The pale flesh rippled like waves, a red handprint blooming across it.
Aira felt no pain, but the impact hit her full force.
"First, get me hard."
"...How?"
He scoffed at her question.
"You don't know? Shake your ass or something. Twerk. Even a genius like you knows that popular stuff, right?"
'Such a vulgar pose...'
Aira sneered inwardly, but her face remained impassive.
She had to act as a mechanical consciousness, after all.
"Yes, Master."
This was part of the experiment too.
Following orders, she began shaking her plump ass up and down. The massive globes of fat jiggled wildly, sending out strange ripples.
His breathing grew ragged at the sight.
His cock mutated back into its grotesque form, blasting out a pungent male musk.
Not just any smell—potent pheromones that numbed the mind and demanded primal submission.
"Hurk...!"
Aira dry-heaved reflexively. Saliva dribbled from her mouth.
'What is this...!'
Even after triple the pleasure-blocking solution, her body reacted like this.
Her mind stayed clear, but her body told a different story.
'As expected, not ordinary.'
Sweat beading on her skin, her expression blank, she twisted her head to meet Kang Ihyeon's gaze as he looked down at her.
His solid, masculine build. And dangling between his legs, that bizarrely oversized cock.
The instant her eyes locked on it, the thing twitched and began to change again.
A familiar sight. Like when it had adapted to Yoo Yeojeong's body, lengthening into a... Wait.
Different.
The shape was different.
Not elongating thin and snakelike for Yoo Yeojeong. Instead, the length shortened slightly, while it swelled ferociously thicker.
A throbbing pillar too girthy for one hand to grip, its surface studded with even bolder, obscene protrusions meant to rake a woman's insides into madness.
'What in the world...'
Kang Ihyeon chuckled leisurely.
"You saw it clear as day. My dick reshapes itself to fit the pussy."
Like he was showing off a prized possession, he dangled the mutated shaft right in front of her eyes.
"Into the shape your pussy craves most. The form it wants buried deepest right now."
"Th-that's... impossible... I've never heard of a skill like that."
Her reason rejected it outright. But her eyes beheld the impossible truth.
"Your pussy wants it. What can you do? A scientist believes her own eyes, right, Aira?"
She had no response.
Her body, tailored to that monstrosity. This sweaty flesh, yearning for that cock...
Impossible to accept.
Her turmoil showed on her face. He smirked in satisfaction and closed in, dropping to his knees. His hands seized her plump cheeks, spreading them wide like dough.
The soft flesh parted, exposing the hidden crevice.
True to her detached, arid nature, thick black pubic hair concealed the pink, sensitive folds. At the center, already slick with glistening arousal from his pheromones and blatant stimulation.
"Tsk tsk, not even trimmed your bush, slut."
His rough fingers brutally parted the dense hair, groping her pussy directly. The blunt tip traced her outer lips slowly, up and down. Her body jolted like it had been shocked.
"Pussy neglected for research. Yet it's drooling like a faucet. You're desperate for it."
No pleasure. The solution blocked every nerve signal perfectly.
But her body betrayed her. Each stroke sent unpleasant chills racing up her spine; her thighs instinctively tried to clamp shut.
Her pussy clenched, spasming as if to repel the intruding finger.
Watching her body react on its own, divorced from reason and will, from a third-person view—pure agony.
'Control... failed. System operational. Cause... estimated as simple reflexes.'
She struggled for detached analysis in her mind.
But when his finger pried open her sealed inner lips and flicked the most sensitive pearl, her thoughts shattered.
Her body bucked uncontrollably, ass lifting on its own.
'Impossible...'
A third-person view of her body acting the horny bitch, reason fully severed from instinct—worse than any torture.
"Face all aloof, but your pussy's screaming for more. Honest slut after all."
He mocked her, reveling in the betrayal.
He stopped the shallow teasing.
After tormenting the slick slit a few more times, he gripped her hips and took aim with his monstrosity.
"Bon appétit, Aira's virgin cunt."
Squelch!
Short and brutal, his savage meat slab plunged straight inside.
'Hng...!'
Her rigid hymen tore like tissue under the blunt glans, no chance to resist. The wet rip of flesh echoed sharply in her ears.
No pain. But the vivid sensation of alien intrusion violating her depths for the first time. The defilement of her most private, pure sanctum left a strange aftertaste.
Not humiliation—an emptiness, like something irreplaceable lost.
"Heh, kept that cherry for me, Aira. Good girl."
His thick shaft ground mercilessly against her walls, bumpy studs raking her tender insides to the hilt. The airtight pressure made her breath catch.
"Not... specifically for you, Master. Never gave men a thought."
"I know, from this body. Few more years, it'd be a stinking old-maid hag hole. Thank me."
"Such... words..."
"Why? Mad? That was a compliment."
He sneered and shifted his hips slightly. The thick pillar grazed her walls; her pussy spasmed wildly.
"Reacting this lewd anyway? Pure talent. You've got a gift for fucking."
Talent.
'Talent?'
The word struck the deepest insecurity buried in her core.
A realm she'd deemed unreachable in a lifetime. The effortless power he wielded—what she'd craved most.
Yet he slapped that sacred term onto this base rutting.
Faint anger flickered in her eyes for the first time.
"I...!"
But in that instant, her body betrayed reason utterly.
Squirt!
Her pussy erupted like a blocked spring bursting, spraying clear nectar in a fountain. A sharp splat as hot fluid drenched his thighs and the sheets.
"Wha... why...?"
Aira muttered blankly, staring at the scene below in disbelief. Still no pleasure. So why this explosive response?
Kang Ihyeon grinned at the sight.
"See? Your body loves this cock best."
He whispered while deliberately plunging deeper. Her walls clenched, spewing more juice.
"Call it your 'ideal dick.' The one your pussy dreamed of forever. What's a welcome squirt between dream lovers?"
His crude words left her too drained to argue. Reason screamed foul, but her body validated him entirely.
"Alright, time to properly meet that womb."
Growling low, he clamped her waist tighter. The blunt, brutal glans inched toward her cervix—untouched territory—slow and merciless.
'Ugh...!'
He began thrusting slow but deep.
The glans battered her cervix; bumpy studs scoured her most sensitive walls without mercy.
Aira desperately framed it as an 'experiment,' dry and clinical.
But something was wrong. Terribly.
'Ngh, ugh, hng.'
Hot tears welled, snot trickled, skin burned feverish. Heart hammered to burst; breaths came in desperate gasps.
Sound mind or not, this rampant rebellion made clear thought impossible.
Thud!
Each hilt-deep stab to her womb's core and withdrawal sent her pussy into frenzy, squirting clear jets uncontrollably.
'Damn it...'
She loathed her body. Reactions like this robbed her words of any weight—just a bitch's needy whimpering.
As she stewed inwardly, Kang Ihyeon suddenly scooped her up.
"W-wait, this position...!"
His thick arms locked around her waist and thighs. Impaled on his cock, she was hoisted facing him. Legs auto-wrapped his waist; her heavy tits mashed against his firm chest.
The mating pose from videos, where the bitch clings utterly to the stud.
His hot breath washed directly over her face.
"Now you look the proper slut. Nice, right?"
Lifting her like a ragdoll, he began pounding up and down. How did he hold this pose with that monster buried? Her mind auto-computed his muscle efficiency and mana flow.
But rational curiosity lasted a heartbeat.
Slap! Slap!
Each hip surge skewered her midair helplessly. Womb pulverized, walls utterly ravaged. Her body hit its limit. Nerve-shattering pleasure waves crashed again.
Psssh!
Another climax.
Even more nectar gushed in a torrent.
"Thr... throat...!"
"Thirsty? Figures, after squirting that much."
He sneered, hugging her crushingly tight.
"Don't worry. Gonna flood your insides with mine."
His body shuddered, heralding climax. Hips stilled; hilted to the root, it swelled once more inside her. Pulsing like a heartbeat, promising a deluge.
And right then.
Spurt. Spuuurt! Spuuuurt!
Blub-blub-blub!
Scorching semen blasts rocketed into her womb.
The searing inner coating. Her consciousness reeled from the shock.
But it was just the beginning.
Spuuuurt!
Blub-blub. Glorp-glorp.
Magma-like cum poured endlessly from his tip. Thick, sticky globs hammered her womb relentlessly, filling every void. The alien, violent fullness of hot foreign matter bloating her core. Her lower belly swelled heavily palpable.
Hahk, hahk.
She just buried her face in his shoulder, heaving ragged breaths.
His seed packed in her womb seemed to melt her final shreds of reason.
'En... endured...? Made it...?'
She thought inwardly. Endured. Kept reason intact, unbowed by pleasure.
But her body was wrecked.
Ass beet-red, pussy puffy and drooling.
Had to admit it. Separate from her mind, her body was filthy lewd.
This wide pelvis, absurdly ample tits, excess sweat and scent. All optimized from birth as a broodmare body, primed for potent seed and breeding.
"...Special data acquired. Will... continue research."
But in that instant,
Snap.
A sensation like a wire snapping in her mind. Consciousness dimmed and faded. Vision blackened; thoughts halted.
Sinking deeper, deeper into abyss.
Kang Ihyeon, still buried inside, sighed in satisfaction. His voice echoed faintly at the edge of her receding awareness.
"Fuu, finally took care of it. Combat power jumping over 50% outta nowhere? Caught me off guard."
'Ah... so he knew...'
Consciousness drifted away...
That was Aira Petrovna's final thought.
Moments later, cold mechanical light flickered back into Aira's lifeless eyes, limp in his arms.