Chapter 85
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 85
Chapter Title: Aira Petrovna (3)
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Sticky.
My entire body was soaked with sweat, as if I'd come down with a fever. The thin lab gown clung disgustingly to my bare skin.
Aira Petrovna's consciousness surfaced once more, drifting like flotsam through a deep fog.
She struggled to lift her slumped form from atop the desk.
"I... fell asleep... again...? No, not 'again'. I..."
Her memories were hazy.
She groped through them, trying to pinpoint where they cut off.
Right, yeah.
That day, she'd hypothesized that Kang Ihyeon's special "seed" could serve as an energy source for the clone body. She'd accepted intercourse with him as an "experiment." And right after embracing him, he'd discovered her true nature, and her consciousness had sunk below the surface of sleep...
'I thought I'd never wake up again.'
Was there some condition for awakening?
She clutched her throbbing head and gazed down once more at the scattered documents on the desk.
New research papers, all penned in her own handwriting.
It seemed her mechanical consciousness had continued fresh research while under Kang Ihyeon's control.
But the instant she scanned the contents, a chill raced up her spine.
[Protocol for Bodily Fluid Exchange and Physical Union for Energy Efficiency Maximization]
[...Through periodic piston movements (reciprocal insertion), friction heat inside the clone body is maximized. The goal is the 'bio-energy release phenomenon (convulsive orgasm)' that occurs with intense spasms deep within the female body. Observed: a momentary 17.8% increase in the clone body's energy reception efficiency upon occurrence.]
[Thus, inducing at least three orgasms prior to injection of Master's 'high-concentration mana catalyst (semen)' is deemed essential for optimizing experimental efficiency...]
Her hands trembled.
"What... the hell is this...?"
Piston movements? Bio-energy release phenomenon?
These crude, impersonal words, written in her own hand. How was she supposed to process these research results?
'It's probably all true. I was the one who said I'd experiment with my own body. Logical for the mechanical consciousness to pick up where I left off.'
But logic aside, embarrassment was embarrassment. Even Aira, as one woman, flushed crimson at the stark documentation of that day's copulation.
As she read through the shameful report, a shadow of a voice emerged silently from behind her.
"Interesting?"
Kang Ihyeon. He'd appeared right behind her without a sound.
"M-Master...!"
"Yeah, hey. Long time no see."
He chuckled and dragged a chair over, plopping down right beside her.
Long time no see.
That single phrase made it instantly clear: he'd woken her deliberately. The obedient slave's gleam faded from her blue eyes, replaced by cold, analytical reason.
"Kang Ihyeon. Why did you wake me again?"
Her tone had shifted. No more "Master."
He seemed utterly unfazed, responding nonchalantly.
"I need your knowledge. Sure, tricking me with that shallow ploy was annoying, but I appreciated that you didn't pass the data to your original body."
"...No need. It wasn't high-quality data."
"Anyway. I woke you this time for a different reason."
"A reason?"
"Yeah. I want to make a deal with your original self, so I woke you specially."
"......"
"You're a clone, but you carry the original's consciousness. Naturally, you can connect to her network without any risk."
She eyed him suspiciously, seeking confirmation.
"Just like that, out of nowhere? This is too much for me to."
"Sudden for you, sure."
Kang Ihyeon smirked.
"But it's been quite a while since that intriguing 'sex experiment' of ours."
Before she knew it, his face was inches from hers.
His large hand slipped under her lab gown, roughly seizing the plump breast hidden beneath.
'......?'
Her body twitched, but it wasn't arousal—just surprise. Nothing more.
His touch felt less like sexual molestation and more like some inscrutable physical pressure. Or perhaps a peculiar habit of a master asserting ownership.
She ignored it casually and replied.
"Very well. Ngh, if you want a deal... hngh, regarding the method to manufacture my dolls... ugh, you want that... mmph, knowledge... is that right?"
He continued kneading her breast, drawling lazily.
"Yeah, exactly."
"Nngh... But, hngh, Kang Ihyeon... what can you... haangh, offer me?"
She didn't even notice the aroused gasps leaking from her lips, squeezing out the most rational tone she could muster.
"From... hnngh, a few days of... observation, I realized. That bizarre ability of yours... is strictly within your personal... hngh, skill repertoire. Not the sort of 'knowledge' I can research or replicate."
As she spoke, Kang Ihyeon stripped off her gown entirely. Unclasping her bra released her full breasts, which jiggled lusciously under gravity's pull.
He straddled her lap, yanking her upper body toward him. Then, without hesitation, he latched onto a flushed nipple.
Smooch, slurp, smack...
His hot, wet tongue lapped, suckled, and nipped lightly at her nipple.
"Nngh...! Ha, haang...! Wait, th-this is..."
"Hm? What?"
"N-Nothing..."
"Alright then. Back to business."
He mumbled around her nipple, refusing to stop ravaging it.
"You tried to kidnap me, right? For Eclipse or whatever. Didn't you want something from my abilities at minimum?"
Her eyes wavered at his words.
Correct. The kidnapping op's endgame was recruiting Kang Ihyeon to exploit his "Clone Creation" skill for Eclipse.
As her mind reeled in confusion, he switched to alternating between her nipples. Less pleasure than an incomprehensible flood of sensation. Her body gradually heated, but her mind stayed cool.
Then he pulled off her nipple and asked.
"This won't do. Can't talk like this."
"......"
"Have you ever masturbated?"
An utterly private, vulgar question. Yet her brain processed it as mere information exchange.
Without a hint of shame—rather, with mild annoyance—she shot back.
"Why bring that up out of nowhere?"
"Just curious. You know so much about me, but I barely know you. Unfair, right?"
"Sigh... You serious?"
"Yup. When conversation stalls, getting closer works."
"I'd say we've crossed that line already..."
She sighed shortly and answered.
"A few times as a kid. Rubbed my clit. Never came, though. Pure curiosity. Satisfied?"
"Got it. Clit masturbation, huh. What about our prior sex experiment?"
"You're so persistent."
Aira reported flatly, irritation lacing her factual tone.
"During the experiment, your pistoning made me climax repeatedly. Bio-energy release observed at least five times. But I used a sensory blocker, so I only felt a hazy daze—no direct pleasure. Still, it confirmed you're an exceptional stud."
"That's just it."
He whispered while gently lapping her nipple again.
"Why not feel that pleasure firsthand? Don't you think it's a waste as a woman?"
"Hauk... It's pointless sensation. Never once felt good."
"But you've watched me fuck all those other women up close."
For the first time, a faint ripple of emotion crossed Aira's face.
She sighed deeply, reluctantly confessing.
"Curiosity... yes. Imagined what it'd feel like getting pounded by that huge cock of yours like them... Panties got a little wet a few times."
She added it like a child admitting a minor blunder.
"But I endured admirably every time. I'm a maker, a scientist. Can't let primal urges sway me."
"Heh, I see."
Kang Ihyeon smiled, satisfied by her candor.
"So, wanna try experiencing it once? That sensation."
"Sensation...?"
"Yeah. Pleasure."
He whispered in her ear like sweet poison.
"Key is not letting emotions take over, right? As a scientist, surely you're curious about this unknown sensation."
"Maybe... a little."
At her grudging admission, Kang Ihyeon grinned and slowly peeled off her pants. Her brain registered no sexual import—just another experiment underway.
He slid off her panties too. His fingers gently caressed the hidden slit between her thighs.
"Hng...?"
A sticky, slippery clear thread clung to his fingertip.
"What's this?"
"No... idea."
"Your love juices."
"Love juices...?"
He parted her slick pussy lips with his fingers, pressing firmly on the hidden clit.
"Hngh...! Ah, nngh...!"
Her body shuddered. But her expression remained blank. A bizarre, vacant look—swept up in pleasure yet oblivious to it.
"I'm... fine. This is... just physiological..."
"Yeah, I know. So focus on the sensation. It's an experiment."
"Experiment... if it's an... experiment..."
Her mind spun dizzily.
'Not lewd. Just physical stimulation on nerve endings.'
She desperately clung to that rationale.
But he kept insisting it was a "lewd reaction."
"See, getting this wet proves a woman feels it. Body heating up, breaths quickening. All natural female responses."
Under his relentless words, she reached a new conclusion.
'Haa... This guy's dick is huge, yet he thinks basic physiology is women's 'pleasure.' Such a kid.'
Pitying his childish misconceptions about sex, she resignedly yielded to his touch. His fingers grew more insistent, rubbing and circling her clit relentlessly.
"Hngh...! Ngh...! Haaang...!"
Involuntary moans escaped despite herself.
She resented her body's betrayal but deemed it inevitable. Just an unavoidable reaction.
Unconsciously, she tilted her head back.
Her long white neckline bared, sweat-damp hair spilling over her shoulders.
It looked exactly like a female conquered by pleasure.
'Haa... What a weirdo...'
His persistent, somewhat foolish "experiments" dragged on for days.
She found the pointless endeavor tedious, pitying him.
But strangely, a corner of her heart kept yearning to see him again.
She couldn't pinpoint why. Vaguely, though, she came to think this "experiment" was surprisingly "good."
Each time he appeared to suck her breasts and rub her pussy, her body reliably heated up, reacted wildly, and squirted.
And each time, she felt a deep-seated emotional knot unravel refreshingly.
Gradually, she grew accustomed to the sensation... immersed in it.
"Haa... At least it's an interesting experiment. Might even be useful for kindling curiosity about unknown realms."
She muttered to herself, waiting for the lab door to open. Faint whiffs of his scent made her wag her tail unconsciously, turning into a bitch in heat—yet she remained oblivious.
Her brain still believed it all a mere "scientific experiment."
[Ding!]
[Updating changes!]
[...Sensitivity +]
[...Imprint +]
[...Amplification +]
[Hypnotic Addiction Lv.1 (New!)]