Chapter 266
Chapter 266
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 266
Chapter Title: Doll Play
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After the match ended, I received treatment from a healer. The wounds on my body had vanished cleanly, but they warned me that fatigue or lingering aftereffects might remain in my flesh, so I should rest for the time being.
'I used Complete Recovery earlier, so my body and mind are perfectly fine, but to avoid raising suspicions, I'll just lie low in bed for a while.'
I sat on the bed, fiddling with my smartphone.
The second day of the Fūhō Festival matches.
Far from cursing me, people were actually praising me. The reason was simple. It had been far more spectacular than the first day's match.
'The first day's fight was mostly about martial arts. Aside from the sword aura, there weren't many flashy moments.'
Laypeople who don't know much about combat probably just thought, "Wow, that's impressive." But the second day's bout was so dazzling it almost seemed like CGI. My brain lightning and Koyori's yin-yang arts had captivated the general public with their novelty and excitement.
Bored lying in bed, I checked Japanese internet forums and saw reactions like these.
'These guys. Why do some call me Munoja? Must be Koreans pretending to be Japanese, trash-talking me.'
This time, I browsed Korean sites.
E-rank hiding power. Something like that?
↳ Reply: Nah, legit E-rank. Awakened less than a year ago.
LOL noobs hyped. Odds of A-rank to S-rank are under 0.1%. Tons of fast-rising A-ranks never hit S. Why no guild? Korean guilds sleeping on him? Scoop him up and support already.
↳ Reply: He's Yeongcheon-ryu. Ties to Jaun Guild?
???? Why Jaun Guild outta nowhere.
The Korean reactions were positive too. If the match had ended boringly, it wouldn't be like this, but it was flashy enough to please the eyes and ears. Plus, me being a rookie who awakened less than a year ago helped.
Of course, not all were compliments. Some pulled aggro by trash-talking me, others insulted viciously like I'd killed their parents. Some hated me for beating Inbon.
'Analysts breaking me down, others questioning why I even fought. Variety makes it fun.'
'But some calling me Munoja. Annoying.'
I was browsing various opinions when—
Knock knock knock.
A calm knock at the door.
Not Jin Se-young. She'd come an hour ago but left to handle the swarming reporters.
"Amatsuka Koyori speaking."
A serene woman's voice from outside. I straightened up from lying down. Koyori. The woman I had my eye on.
"Come in."
Koyori entered. She wore her miko outfit, just like during the day. The vibe was different from the match—back then it was heavy and solemn; now, it was noble and elegant, like a refined lady from a prestigious family.
She sat in the chair and bowed her head to me.
"I'm sorry. I heard too late that Shigeru Shinju abused his authority against Yeongcheon-ryu."
I looked at her, puzzled.
"Didn't you know I was your opponent, Amatsuka?"
"Yes. I don't know who my opponent is until the match starts. It's the rule... I was quite startled when Sung Yu-jin appeared."
Her voice was calm, her eyes clear.
"I'm fine. It was a valuable experience fighting you. That guy was annoying, though."
"What Shigeru Shinju did this time was an unauthorized abuse of power. Wind God Guild has decided to discipline him after a meeting. I apologize again on behalf of the guild."
"Wasn't that guy a Japanese politician?"
"......"
Instead of answering, she gave a faint smile.
I realized Wind God Guild wielded more power than I'd thought.
'I knew they were tied to the Japanese government, but not to this extent.'
'Guilds meddling in government okay there? ...Whatever, not my country. Not my problem.'
Afterward, Koyori asked about my condition and any discomfort. I said everything was fine.
Then she took something from her bosom, placed it on both palms, and offered it politely.
"What's that...?"
"Wind Spirit talismans."
Two talismans wrapped in green silk, smaller than half a palm. Embroidered with golden thread in intricate wind patterns.
I sensed a mystical energy unlike mana. Definitely not ordinary.
"Not your average item."
"Talismans crafted over a year through rituals at the shrine. Ten at a time."
"Giving something this precious to me?"
"Given to Fūhō Festival match participants as thanks. Normally one, but an extra as apology this time."
"......"
I hesitated, then accepted. One for me, one for Jin Se-young. She'd refuse, but I'd force it on her.
"Mind if I ask what they do?"
"Carry it on you, and in danger, borrow the Wind Spirit's power."
We chatted more after that.
I tried flirting amid small talk, but she was too straitlaced. Felt like an invisible wall when I got friendly.
"I'll take my leave. Wish you a swift recovery."
"Thanks for coming."
Koyori left.
I toyed with the talisman, then pulled a cloth scrap from my pocket. A red stain from Koyori's blood on my clothes during the match.
'Might raise suspicion, so I planned to wait, but... maybe just install it now.'
I locked the door and took [You're My Sex Doll] from inventory, placing it on the bed.
You're My Sex Doll Install using target's blood, hair, or saliva. Sex doll transforms into target's exact body; target shares sensations with doll. View target's status. Cost: 5,000 points
※ Caution: One-time use. Use wisely. May fail on strong-willed targets.
I pressed the eerie white doll's chest. It opened, revealing an empty cavity.
'Doesn't have to be fresh blood, right? Hope it doesn't fail.'
Praying for success, I inserted the bloodied cloth. The moment I closed the chest—
The doll's body glowed blindingly white.
Startled, I scooted back.
The glowing form shifted. Limbs lengthened, curves formed on the torso. Hips widened, breasts swelled. Most shocking: long hair sprouted.
The glow faded, revealing Amatsuka Koyori's perfect likeness.
I stared wide-eyed, inspecting every inch from my bed perch.
The hair, the porcelain skin—impossibly lifelike for a doll.
'This... a doll?'
F-cup breasts, pale with light brown areolas and nipples.
A tiny nail-sized scar on her left side, barely visible.
Her crotch: untouched black pubic hair, thicker than expected.
Sniff. Sniff.
I buried my nose in her nape. Her feminine scent. Lower still—strongest at her breasts.
Down to her groin. Nose to the bush—faint pussy scent. Indistinguishable from real.
'Might actually be human. Touch it... Wait, notification.'
Checked Playful Life app. New [Sex Doll] feature. That's the compatibility.
'Sync rate settings. Target's already Supreme...'
Raised Doll Sync to Supreme.
Clothes draped over the nude doll.
"Ah, got it."
Target Sync probably sensation sharing via doll. Pose Sync for posture mimicry.
Opened Koyori's screen on the app. She walked a long shrine corridor.
"Hm?"
Phone and doll—her clothes swayed subtly.
'Doll Sync Supreme does that?'
Clothes vanished, nude again.
Clothes on, but static.
'Supreme syncs clothing movement too.'
Skirt swayed.
I grinned lewdly, lifting the hem slightly. On-screen, Koyori's skirt lifted too.
Koyori paused, sensing oddity. I dropped the doll's skirt. She frowned, tilting her head at her own skirt.
'Heh heh heh.'
Lowered Target Sync, hiked doll's red skirt to thighs. Koyori's stayed put.
'Supreme Target Sync includes doll's clothes.'
Back to Supreme.
'Heh heh heh. Ice prank in public?'
As mischievous thoughts brewed, on-screen Koyori entered the bathroom.
She lifted her long red skirt—doll's followed. White panties exposed.
I eyed the doll. Panties slid down.
Koyori started peeing—doll's pussy streamed urine, wetting the sheets.
"No! I gotta fix this!"
Panicking, I lowered Doll Sync.
Urine flowed but vanished seconds later. Sheets dry. Sigh of relief.
'Supreme doesn't vanish it; High does, no mess.'
Reached for doll's urine. Warm liquid feel, but hands dry. No smell.
Koyori wiped with tissue.
I smirked, palming the doll's pussy once.
Shocked, Koyori froze, looking down. Nothing there. Tilted head.
She pulled up panties—doll's stayed down. Doll Sync High.
Doll stood from bed. Panties up somehow. Koyori walked corridor—doll mimicked. But doll hovered slightly above bed, not truly walking.
'Heh heh heh. Know how to play now.'
Grabbed marching doll's ankle, yanked, flipping skirt up.
Doll and Koyori tumbled forward, exposing panty-clad full-moon ass.