Chapter 73
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 73
Chapter Title: Grand Reopening
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I set Ira's sweat-soaked body down on the floor, my dick still dangling limply.
"Hoo, fuck. That was close. Nearly fucked up big time."
I checked her condition. Her eyes had returned to their unfocused, mechanical state. Good, she was back to normal. I felt a bit bad about deliberately damaging part of the doll, but forcing her into sleep like that seemed to have worked.
But I couldn't let my guard down just yet.
Leaving my still-dangling dick as it was, I grabbed the cheek of Ira, sprawled on the floor, and forcibly lifted her head.
"Hey. Answer me."
"……."
"Gotta check if that slut did anything weird while she hijacked your body."
I peered into her vacant eyes and pressed her sharply.
"The data she gathered peeping on me fucking other bitches. Did you send that to your real master or not? Be honest. Lie, and I'll rip your pussy apart again."
At my threat, Ira—now back in machine consciousness—fell silent for a brief moment, as if scanning her systems. Then, in a voice devoid of emotion, she reported.
"…No transmission records."
"None?"
Hmm.
No way.
"Then why'd you keep it hidden all this time? Weren't you planning to hand over my info to your real master bitch?"
"The entity, Ira Petrovna's main consciousness, judged it best to withhold data transmission regarding Master's abilities."
"Withhold?"
"Affirmative. First, the data on Master was deemed impure and lacking nutritional value. Second, transmission risked the original entity forcibly recalling the clone body. This was analyzed as a severe hindrance to the ongoing 'observation.'"
"Hindrance? So, basically, that bitch wanted to observe me longer and deeper on her own, so she kept her mouth shut?"
"Affirmative."
Ha.
I let out a hollow laugh.
I knew she was a research nut, but this level?
"Then what was that pregnancy bullshit earlier? That was your main body's real will, right?"
"Correct. The statement was analyzed as stemming from the main consciousness's hypothesis—pure intellectual curiosity about the fusion of Master's semen and mana."
"Well, whatever. Bottom line: no pregnancy, right?"
I confirmed the most important fact.
"…Probabilistically correct. The possibility is extremely slim."
Ira's answer left a subtle loophole, but it was enough for now.
At least the nightmare of a doll impregnated with my kid wandering around wouldn't happen anytime soon.
I picked up a water bottle rolling haphazardly on the floor and chugged the rest.
"Hoo."
Seemed roughly sorted.
For Ira, I'd have to pick a day later to punish her properly…
'And… how the hell did it end up like this?'
I looked around. Next to Ira on the floor lay Yoo Yeojeong's naked body, passed out amid a mess of semen, juices, and sweat.
Ah, right. Yoo Yeojeong was the problem.
The original plan was to seduce this woman, add her to my forces, and borrow the Yoo family's power to resolve Instructor Seraphina's issue… something like that.
"Ira."
I asked Ira, who was sitting on the floor.
"Can you undo the memory manipulation on that bitch? Restore it to normal?"
"…Impossible for this unit. Main consciousness must return. Additionally, the memory manipulation skill has a very long reuse cooldown. Even if main consciousness is summoned again, reuse is likely impossible for days or weeks."
"Why?"
"Due to main body's ability limits. It is the most advanced technique among this unit's capabilities."
Hmm.
Yeah, I'd heard that.
I scratched my head, looking down at the limp Yoo Yeojeong.
'Who could've guessed they'd be on such bad terms.'
How do I win over this woman who hates her husband like he's her mortal enemy?
As I racked my brain, Ira spoke first.
"Master."
Her speaking up first again.
I flinched and turned to her, but her combat power was still under 50%. Machine consciousness confirmed.
"Contrary to Master's thoughts, using the Yoo Yeojeong entity as a link to the Yoo family is not recommended. It risks serious issues."
"Tell me why."
At my question, Ira impassively pointed at the passed-out Yoo Yeojeong and explained.
"First, sending the comatose doll entity for conversation will inevitably cause strong repulsion and suspicion from the Yoo family. High risk of exposing Master's Clone Creation skill."
"Hey, I know that. Obviously, I wasn't gonna show her off in that state. Not some doppelganger. Doll's just a doll-level reveal."
She nodded at my words.
"Correct. However, as Master stated, the linkage role must fall to Master himself."
"What do you mean?"
"Master debuts as a Maker Sect affiliate and new candidate for the 'Doll Creation Project,' establishing position in the hunter family world."
Establishing position…
In other words:
I made this high-quality doll. I can revive the scrapped project.
Build connections under that pretext.
"You wouldn't suggest it without a plan. What's your recommended approach?"
"Form a new organization."
"Organization?"
I doubted my ears. What was this clone bitch saying?
She lowered her head briefly and added mechanically.
"The following is based on information and judgment left by Ira Petrovna's main consciousness before dismissal. Noted in advance."
"……."
"Master's goals are simple and clear. Recruit current enemy forces—Black Sun's subordinate Eclipse core member Ira Petrovna and freelance assassin Cheon Seo-eun—while bringing allies like the Cheon sisters' Cheon family and this Yoo Yeojeong's Yoo family under influence. To fully recruit them all requires a central hub: an 'organization.'"
She began detailing points I hadn't considered.
"First, this unit's main body, Ira Petrovna, can discard loyalty to Black Sun if provided ample funds, research materials, and an independent lab free from interference. Second, Cheon Seo-eun already wishes to escape Black Sun's grasp. Show her power and vision surpassing Black Sun to minimize betrayal risk. Third, to negotiate as equals with giant families like Yoo, personal force or talent alone is insufficient. Matching scale—an organization's power—is needed."
She finished and looked up at me with vacant eyes.
"Considering all this, Master must create his own organization. It is the most efficient and safe path."
I fell silent.
While watching me fuck, that bitch was running strategic simulations in her head?
Smart as hell.
Makes me wanna pound her properly again.
'But an organization.'
I briefly pictured Black Sun or Ashen-like crime syndicates, but reconsidered—no need for that.
A hunter guild would suffice. Gotta fake my academy student status first, though…
"But starting an organization now… money, time—how long would it take? Honestly, doubt I can pull it off."
As I grumbled, Ira seemed to ponder, as if searching internal systems for optimal solutions. Soon, she spoke again.
"Then, how about printing business cards first?"
"Business cards?"
"Yes. A 'secret organization' excuses much without explanation. Even without substance, a plausible vibe can deceive others. Especially effective on insular groups like families."
Ho. Employee of the month material.
Amazed by the clever idea, I patted her ass.
"I like it. Good, leave it all to you—name, design, everything!"
"Understood. Thank you for trusting me, Master."
But Ira hesitated before adding,
"However, Master. Executing this plan requires initial capital and resources."
Her utterly realistic words shut me up briefly.
True, even business cards cost money. Faking an organization needs a plausible hideout or network.
'Gotta skim some sect research funds…'
As I scratched my head thinking that,
"Mm…"
A faint groan leaked from Yoo Yeojeong, passed out on the floor. Like a creaking doll, she barely raised her upper body. Sweat and semen-matted white hair covered her dazed face.
"Oh, awake, ma'am?"
At my mocking tone, her shoulders twitched. She looked up at me with terror-filled eyes.
"Y-You… Ugh, my back…"
"What? Feeling languid from how good it was?"
"N-Not that… Why… is my belly still… bulging like this?"
She stared down at her lower abdomen, murmuring in disbelief. From the load I'd just dumped, it was slightly swollen like early pregnancy.
"Ah, that?"
I grinned and stated the obvious.
"All my cum. Filled your womb to the brim. Too sticky to come out."
I expected rage and screams. But her reaction completely missed the mark.
Where anger should have been was something indescribable—a complex, deep emotion.
With an odd tenderness, she began caressing her lower belly, ever so carefully, like handling a precious treasure.
"What's that about?"
She flinched and shook her head at my question.
"Nothing. Just… it's been so long, not used to it… Ha, I remember you not having such beastly stamina originally."
"That's all for you—"
"S-Stop it! With the 'for you' crap. That sappy talk doesn't suit you…?"
She grumbled, then sighed deeply. Resignation and helpless acceptance mixed in that sigh.
"Haa… To end up like this."
As I watched her silently, she slowly lifted her head, meeting my gaze with empty eyes.
And calmly stated her conclusion.
"A criminal like you… that trashy man from my memories, strutting around alive… says it all. I'm no longer someone who can do anything about you. It's out of my hands."
Her shoulders slumped powerlessly.
"I lost. I lost…"
"Hm. Crumbling after one fuck is no fun."
Did my words hit her last pride? She bristled again, yelling indignantly.
"No! You shoved me into this damn doll body without asking, your face and body suddenly changed…! Ugh, you alone…! No way the worthless you from my memories pulled off something this huge by yourself!"
"Probably a few years since your last memory."
"N-No matter the years. A trash like you can't reform…!"
"Can't?"
"I… thought so…"
What an illusion.
Or maybe she wanted the illusion.
Part of me wanted to shove my dick—new reality—into her escapist ass…
But I recalled Ira's 'organization' proposal from earlier.
"Well, true. I got lucky."
I answered meaningfully, as if harboring a grand secret.
Her eyes wavered with faint curiosity.
"I'm restarting that Doll Creation Project you sacrificed for soon."
"What?"
"You'll be its premier achievement."
Her face paled.
"I… have no intention of joining that again…!"
"Think it over."
I lifted her chin, offering my sweetest, cruelest proposal.
"Your daughter, Seolhyeon. Don't you want to see her?"
"Wh-What?"
She bit her lower lip until it bled.
Her eyes shook perilously.
"You! What did you do to Seolhyeon…! Our daughter…?"
Her voice trembled faintly. I answered softly, reassuringly.
"Didn't do a thing. She's our daughter, after all."
Well, I did fuck her once in a room bang.
Accidentally.
But I wasn't dumb enough to confess that.
It was unnecessary truth, useless for winning her over.
"What'll it be?"
Her eyes quivered.
She clenched her fists, veins bulging on her pale hands.
She wanted to resist me.
But she couldn't.
Terror that her daughter was in this bastard's clutches.
I gripped her chin, forcing eye contact.
My threat worked.
The last spark of resistance in her eyes flickered like a dying candle, then extinguished. Shoulders slumped. Like someone who'd given up everything, she whispered in a hollow voice.
"…Got it."
Her trembling body prostrated before me.
"I'll… do whatever you say… everything."
Naked, dogeza.
At her surrender, I smiled in satisfaction.
"Good girl, good."
I stroked her head gently, like praising a well-trained dog.
Seemed I'd have to meet Yoo Seolhyeon again soon.