Chapter 267
Chapter 267
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 267
Chapter Title: Doll Play
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The tumbled Koyori pushed herself up. She stared down at her feet, tilting her head repeatedly. It seemed she had no idea why she'd fallen.
'Target assimilation rate at lowest. As I expected, the sensations through the doll aren't being transmitted to Koyori. She wouldn't even feel the sensation of someone yanking her.'
From Koyori's perspective, her legs had suddenly shot out from under her, causing her to topple. With the target assimilation rate so low, it would be hard for her to think someone had pulled her.
The miko outfit the doll had been wearing vanished, leaving it naked. The doll rose from its seat naked and began walking forward, facing straight ahead.
'Ugh. I want to fuck her right now...'
If I maxed out the assimilation rate and pounced on the doll, Koyori might think she'd been cursed. And she'd suspect me as the one who cast it. After all, she'd just talked to me and left.
To avoid suspicion, I'd have to hold off for a few days.
'...Fine. It'll be less fun, but I'll lower the assimilation rate and play around.'
I resisted the itch in my hands and watched Koyori through my smartphone. Afterward, she toured the shrine interior, tidied up, and returned to her room. Her movements were so neat they inspired admiration.
Once in her room, she shed her miko outfit and slipped into light sleepwear.
'What? She sleeps without underwear.'
I checked the time. It was nearing midnight. She turned off the room lights and lay on the bed in a perfectly straight posture. Even her sleeping position was rigidly proper.
I glanced at the doll. It lay naked.
I manipulated the assimilation rates. There were other functions besides assimilation too.
'Remote pose control? There's a feature like that too.'
It wasn't hard to infer from the name.
Remote pose would allow controlling the doll's posture remotely, and voice would make the doll speak like Koyori.
I reached out and undressed the doll. Her F-cup breasts spilled to the side, revealing smooth abs, tight thighs, and a pussy covered in black bush.
I cautiously touched the doll's face. The soft skin felt real under my fingers. The doll was indistinguishable from a real human. Body heat, breathing, jiggle—everything was human-like.
I wondered if slicing its skin with a sharp knife would draw warm, red blood.
"......"
On the screen, Koyori touched her cheek with her hand—the exact spot I'd touched on the doll. [Target Assimilation Rate: Low]. As expected, she felt it only as an itch.
'Heh heh heh.'
My touches grew bolder. The hand on her cheek moved to her breasts, kneading the soft mounds and teasing the cute light-brown nipples. The sensation was identical to groping a real woman.
"...Mm."
"......!"
I flinched at the voice from the doll's mouth. I'd been so focused on fondling its breasts that I'd forgotten it was a doll.
'Whoa. That startled me. What’s Koyori doing?'
Koyori had her eyes closed, hands on her own breasts. She seemed to be scratching an itch, but the location made it more like caressing. Her nipples were hardening.
I chuckled and slid my hand lower.
I grabbed the doll's thighs, spread them wide apart. Her pussy was fully exposed. I parted the pubic hair with my fingers to reveal it. There was a faint urine scent, probably from her recent bathroom break.
Koyori's labia minora were slightly discolored between bright pink and brown.
'Koyori's 33 this year, right?'
She looked mid-20s.
'Obviously not a virgin.'
Men wouldn't leave a woman like Koyori alone.
I spread her pretty lip-like labia minora. The hidden pink interior came into view. I flapped the pussy wings, inspecting closely.
The Playful Life app truly delivered. A perfect sex doll.
"Ah..."
I shifted my gaze to the smartphone at the doll's short moan. On screen, Koyori was now masturbating, fingers on her pussy.
She'd started to relieve the tickle but it had escalated to masturbation.
"Ah... Ah, ngh..."
I watched her masturbate and slid my middle finger into her vaginal opening.
"...?!!"
I was shocked.
A hymen existed—something I hadn't expected. I quickly withdrew my finger.
'A 33-year-old virgin...? No, wait. For Koyori, it makes sense.'
Amatsuka Koyori was a shrine maiden.
Online info said she'd grown up in an orphanage sponsored by Huka Shrine, recognized for talent at Korean age 11, and became a trainee miko there.
'Huka Shrine is strict. She likely learned manners and virginity from childhood.'
Above all, Amatsuka Koyori's uptight personality—if consistent since youth—suggested she'd avoided men.
'Fuck! 33-year-old virgin shrine maiden! So damn hot! Fuck her right now?!'
My guess: At highest [Target Assimilation Rate], breaking the doll's hymen would break Koyori's. I was 90% sure.
'...No. Not yet.'
I shook my head. Better to build anticipation. Safer that way.
'Koyori's in my grasp anyway. No need to rush.'
My rock-hard cock protested, but I ignored it.
"Haa..., mmph..."
The doll writhed, moaning. Her right hand kneaded her ample breasts, left hand on her pussy. No penetration—just rubbing her clit and labia minora.
I looked at the doll's face. Koyori's usually prim expression was flushed red. Her tightly pursed lips parted to exhale hot breath, half-lidded eyes unfocused.
"Haah.... Nngh!"
I swallowed hard without realizing.
The calm face from our earlier talk overlapped in my mind. Imagining this lewd side hidden beneath her pretty, pure visage excited me more.
"Mmmph...!"
Koyori's knees bent, hips rose. She held a bridge on her shoulders, body trembling sporadically.
"Heu..."
She inhaled sharply and flopped onto the blanket. Her aroused face breathed raggedly, soon steadying.
"Haa..."
I saw a string of love juice trickling from the doll's pussy. Her labia glistened.
'...Does erogenous zone detection work on the doll?'
It worked. And erogenous sensitivity amplification probably would too.
The doll's arms moved to the side, searching for tissue.
Tissue appeared in the doll's hand. She meticulously wiped her pussy and closed her eyes.
'...Fuck. Can't hold back! Lower assimilation and fuck her...'
The moment I reached for the doll—
Click clack.
A sound from the doorknob.
"Yu-jin? You asleep?"
Jin Se-young's voice.
'Close call!'
I hurriedly stored the doll in my inventory with a skill and replied.
"Yeah, just getting ready. Wait a sec, sis."
I opened the door. Jin Se-young looked exhausted.
"You look beat. What happened?"
"Reporters were relentless. Off-topic questions, nitpicking... I get why they call them trash now."
Jin Se-young had dealt with reporters from Japan, Korea, China—worldwide.
"But..."
Her gaze dropped. To my erect cock.
"You're hard again."
"Gotta do it with you before bed."
"......"
Jin Se-young smiled slyly, closed and locked the door, then stripped off her top. I eyed her sexy red bra. Whenever we were together, we fucked. I always wanted it, and she enjoyed it too.
"Oh, right. Amatsuka Koyori stopped by."
"...Ms. Amatsuka?"
"Said there's stuff for duel participants. Shigeru didn't mention shit. Probably tried to pocket it."
I explained and handed her a 'Wind Spirit Amulet'.
"You take it. I didn't do anything, so no right to it."
"No right? You're Yeongcheon-style too. And... you're my woman."
I pulled the naked Jin Se-young into my arms. My cock pressed against her lower belly.
"Haaa..."
Her eyes glazed over.
Rumble rumble rumble!
The ground shook. Our bodies wobbled but regained balance. Bed, table, chair rattled visibly.
"Earthquake?!"
Jin Se-young, unused to quakes, tensed. It lasted over 10 seconds before stopping.
"It's fine, sis. This is Japan. Earthquakes are daily life. Daily."
I used erogenous amplification, caressing her softly. The mood reignited.
"Right... Japan... Ahh..."
We began intense physical communion.
The next afternoon.
I watched TV from bed.
Amatsuka Koyori's duel was live. Her opponent: a woman in black ninja garb.
Kouga Mio. Female ninja from Japan's famed Kouga clan.
Kunoichi, right? She was famous in Japan, popular for her great figure and sexy ninja outfit.
'C-cups. Thighs and ass line are killer.'
Too bad the mask hid her face. But her exposed eyes were sharply alluring—sexy, not scary.
A-rank Japanese hunter. Little known beyond her name. Age, daily life—mystery concept.
'I can tell from her eyes. Beauty on par with Koyori for sure.'
"I am Amatsuka Koyori, miko of Huka Shrine."
"...Kouga Mio of the Kouga."
They introduced themselves and began.
The duel was flashier than yesterday.
Mio emphasized stealth and mobility, using ninjutsu—ninja spells based on yin-yang arts.
It lasted nearly 15 minutes. Winner: predictably, Amatsuka Koyori.
I knew they hid their true power, but couldn't gauge it. My level was too low.
One thing was clear.
'That kunoichi's not far behind Koyori. Another S-rank candidate.'
Wanted to strip her, but impossible now.
Rum... rumble...
I sat up in bed. My senses picked up an earthquake. Started subtle, imperceptible to normals, but grew stronger.
I thought it'd fade soon.
'...It's continuing. And intensifying...!'
Rumble! Rattle! Clunk! Shake!
The bed shook. I gripped the edge, frowning.
"Greetings, ladies and gentlemen."
A man appeared in the arena. Small build in a suit. 30s, smirking slyly.
"I'm Seitaro of Byakrin. Regrettably, you'll have to play with me for the next ten days."
RUMBLE RUMBLE RUMBLE!
A massive quake hit. Floor cracked, walls fissured. Ceiling debris fell. I caught the falling TV with both hands, glaring at the screen.
"What the fuck! What's going on?! Byakrin what?!"
The man clapped—space rifts swallowed people en masse.
"Aaaahhh!"
Screams from the TV. All thousand people engulfed. Broadcast cut.
Just before, Seitaro smiled and stepped into a rift.
Then the quake stopped.