Chapter 86
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 86
Chapter Title: Ira Petrovna (4)
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It was one day.
Kang Ihyeon visited the lab as usual, but he didn't call out for her. He simply flopped onto the sofa and let out a long, weary sigh.
The faint scent of his body tickled the tip of Ira's nose.
Her body reacted on its own. The sensation of dampness gathering between her thighs. At the sticky cling of her thin panties, she tilted her head in familiar confusion. Then, with perfectly natural steps, she approached him.
Without a word, she slipped off her lab coat, baring her body clad only in black lace panties and bra. Especially the center of her panties, precisely covering her pussy, was already drenched, the fabric darkened with moisture.
"Kang Ihyeon, aren't you conducting the experiment today?"
"Ah, the experiment...?"
"Yes, I'm already fully prepared."
"Mm, you're definitely soaked and ready."
He gazed up at her languidly.
"Yawn... but I'm a bit tired today. Sorry, Ira, could you take the lead this time?"
"Me...?"
"Yeah. I'll just lie here and meditate for a bit. Might even doze off."
His response sparked a strange, unpleasant feeling in Ira's heart.
But without identifying it, she simply replied that she understood.
"Understood. But... as a scientist, you shouldn't abandon an experiment midway, no matter how dull or tiring it gets. That's not proper scholarly conduct."
She knew this was an utterly inefficient, foolish experiment meant to correct misconceptions about sex. Still, even for a flawed test, such laziness and irresponsibility were wrong and needed fixing.
"Then I'll take out your cock, so just lie there. I'll handle everything."
"Okay."
She undid the belt of his pants as he lay sprawled on the sofa.
Carefully, she drew out his still-dormant massive clone, wrapping her hand around it. As she gently stroked and fondled it, it quickly warmed and hardened.
"Haa... this scent. No analysis results yet, but... it stimulates my primal instincts. Such a good smell."
She sniffed deeply, her tongue flicking out to lap at the clear precum beading on his glans. Sweet, musky, and somehow addictive.
Sweeping back her black hair, she climbed onto his waist as he lay on the sofa.
Then she began rubbing her wet pussy against his rigidly erect cock.
"Mm... hngh..."
Watching her, Kang Ihyeon said drowsily,
"Your breasts look bigger, don't they?"
"My breasts...? Hmm, not sure."
She glanced down at her chest for a moment.
They felt much fuller and heavier than before. The voluptuous volume overflowing the bra cups. The dark pink areolas around her nipples had widened too, like ripe fruit.
"Hard to say without measurements, but... maybe it's from constant sucking on these nipples. Persistent stimulation causing development."
"Yeah?"
Exactly.
She replied indifferently.
Unaware that this was clear proof her clone body's experiences were affecting her distant original form's flesh.
She simply continued rubbing her wet hole against his hot shaft, indulging in this pleasurable 'experiment'.
She no longer rushed.
As if savoring the moment as long as possible.
She positioned his massive glans precisely at the entrance of her slick, hot pussy... and paused.
Ragged breaths.
Dripping sweat.
'Experiment. Just an experiment... haa...'
Slowly, very slowly, she tensed her hips, easing her body down onto that tight gap.
For some reason, though it was only her second time, it slipped in far smoother and easier than before.
As if she'd done it many times, her pussy perfectly prepared to accept him.
Squelch—!
Finally, his clone pierced to her deepest depths, root to tip.
An uncontrollable moan burst from her lips.
"Haaah...!"
The sensation of being utterly filled.
The heavy pressure crushing her womb.
And above all, the brain-melting, overwhelming pleasure.
Seeing her expression, Kang Ihyeon smiled.
"You've gotten way more proactive than before."
"Haa... haa... I'll admit one thing. It's not completely useless. It satisfies my intellectual curiosity to some degree."
She added firmly,
"But don't misunderstand. I'm the one leading this experiment."
"I know."
He gently brushed her wet hair aside as he spoke.
"I'm always grateful for how eagerly you dive into these experiments."
"Haaah...!"
His tender touch made her body twitch and tremble.
"I-it's... all the way in... your glans is so huge...!"
A pure exclamation escaped her unbidden.
Her pussy had already swallowed his massive clone completely.
"Yeah, especially you, Ira—you love thick ones."
"N-not true...! Hah, th-this is just... physiological... haaah! Don't scrape inside...!"
As he twisted his hips slightly, the sharp ridge of his glans raked her inner walls. Her body convulsed spasmodically.
"Well, if you say so."
He chuckled and asked again,
"So, getting used to this reaction now? Does this sensation feel like 'pleasure'?"
"Haa? What're you talking about?"
She panted, desperately denying it.
"It's just... the 'enjoyment' that comes with intellectual satisfaction from the experiment...! Not some base pleasure...! If anything, like ordinary play..."
The moment she finished,
His hand gripped her breast hard, pinching the nipple.
Simultaneously, his hips shifted minutely, prodding her cervix.
The dual intense stimuli shattered her final resistance.
"Haaah, c-cumming...!"
Her eyes rolled back as clear fluid squirted out like a fountain.
But she didn't stop.
Lifting her hips herself, even amid orgasmic spasms, she began slamming down rhythmically.
Deeper, more of this good feeling, this fun experiment—she didn't want it to end.
"Hah, so big, love it! Hah... haang!"
'Enjoyment', huh. So you're enjoying this moment right now, Ira?"
"Haa...! That's...! Don't get cocky!"
"Then, can we say we're pretty close now?"
Suddenly, he stopped moving.
The fullness and piercing bliss cut off, leaving her desperate.
"Haaah, I..."
She craved that mind-numbing sensation again.
No choice.
"...Yes, I suppose so."
Reluctantly, she admitted,
"Deep down, I... quite like this experiment now. Honestly, I think about doing it every day. To do that, I need some bond with you, Kang Ihyeon, my 'fellow experimenter'. For efficiency's sake."
She desperately framed her desire as 'experimental efficiency'.
Fellow experimenter.
Saying it felt oddly strange.
The last time she'd had someone worthy of 'comrade' was long ago, her first months in the Maker Sect. Her genius talent and skills propelled her upward swiftly; she became an elder's prized disciple in no time.
Around her were always jealous, wary eyes.
The Black Line comrades were the same—mere allies of convenience.
Fellow experimenter...
Was he worthy of that term?
Maybe.
With skills transcending her common sense. Perhaps the only one who could discuss 'knowledge' on her level, or beyond.
"Haaaah!"
As she pondered, he resumed thrusting.
She no longer resisted. Instead, she shook her hips more aggressively, matching his rhythm.
Each time, his glans hit that mind-melting spot, sending satisfaction surging through her.
Plap, plap, smack!
"Mm, yes, there, more...! Haang! Fellow experimenters can go deeper, right...? Hngh!"
"Of course."
Her reason now desperately rationalized it all.
To build deeper bonds with fellow experimenter Kang Ihyeon, she must mingle bodies more intensely. She started believing that.
Perhaps the best way to use his skills wasn't subduing or kidnapping him.
Simply getting close to him.
The most efficient, perfect method.
She knew he wasn't a pure researcher obsessed solely with experiments like her.
His motives leaned far more toward instinct than reason. To fully understand and exploit him, she must stimulate his instincts too, collect that data.
'Right. This is... me experimenting on him...!'
That realization pierced her mind, unleashing the final floodgates of pleasure.
Pang! Pang!
Squelch—! Squelch—!
Her hips bucked wildly like an untethered filly.
Every muscle inside her pussy spasmed, clenching fiercely to milk his hot clone dry.
"Aaaah, hoooh! C-cumming, cumming, going crazy! M-my head's going w-weird...! Haaaah!"
Pssht, pshhh!
Hot fluid soaked their lower bellies again.
Climax after climax.
Her mind went white.
Overload in her cool intellect, sparks flying.
Yet she shook her hips again. Even as reason melted, praying this pleasure well never ran dry.
"Why, why does it feel... so good...! Haaaah—!"
Kang Ihyeon watched, raising his hands to knead and pinch her ample breasts, halting her wild hip movements. But she kept going.
"I haven't cum yet, and you're just enjoying yourself, Ira?"
"Ex-experimental results vary... per person...! Haang!"
"I see."
Then,
In her hazy vision, she spotted a small toy pistol in his hand.
'Huh... when did he get that...? And it looks familiar...'
As that thought crossed her mind, he murmured lowly,
"Fired twice, plus one more mid-rebellion... two left. Save one for the elder later. This is the last."
"What're you..."
"Save the best for last."
He aimed the barrel at her chest—precisely her heart.
His voice drilled straight into her brain.
"From now on, you will fervently love me."
"Ah..."
With those words, her consciousness plunged into inescapable depths once more.
All thought halted, all resistance meaningless. Her reason for being overwritten perfectly: 'loving Kang Ihyeon'.
And in her fading awareness' final moments, what she felt was...
Her deepest core filled hotly with thick, viscous torrents of life.
Glurk, glug! Gluuuuurk! Glurgle...!
His scalding, sticky cum was flooding fiercely into her womb...