Chapter 49
Chapter 49
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 49
Chapter Title: LOSM-519 (5)
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Late afternoon.
Dragging my aching body, I barely made it back home.
Choi A-ran had drained every last drop of my vitality overnight, leaving me looking utterly wrecked.
⚙ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ⚙ Oppa♥︎ Thanks for working so hard all night♥︎ I really love you so much♥︎ Aran will make you happy forever♥︎ She must have felt a little guilty, because she sent a message laced with her usual charm.
She even threw in a Hanwoo gift certificate, so I'd generously let it slide.
I turned my attention to the studio's reward box.
A special reward overflowing with the planning department's goodwill.
The box was massive—nearly the size of a person.
Nothing like this had come before.
What the hell could be inside to make it so bulky?
I steadied my racing heart and carefully opened the box.
Inside sat two female-shaped mannequins, plain as day.
One full-sized, one doll-sized.
Strange letters were densely engraved across their skin.
⚔ ITEM ACQUIRED ⚔ <Partner Linkage Mannequin>
• A training mannequin that links with the Partner Management Console. An extremely rare item due to its limited quantity. When linked, it summons the partner's form and shares sensations with them. However, overly intense stimuli are not shared. "...Holy shit."
So this was the planning department's gift. It was leagues beyond anything before.
If I could remotely control her sensations, that opened the door to endless pervy plays.
Dozens of ideas flooded my mind instantly.
'Is a newbie like me really worthy of something this insane?'
The description even called it "extremely rare."
No other item had ever gotten that label.
Guess the execs in planning really took a shine to me.
"Ugh! I'll repay you with results to the best of my ability! Thank you! Thank you!"
I bowed deeply to the air a few times before diving straight into a test run.
Choi A-ran had been through enough yesterday, so Han Sa-rang would be my first guinea pig.
'Hmm. Links with the manager console, right?'
I fired up the tablet, and sure enough, a new feature had appeared.
Alongside real-time observation and mind chat, there was now a link button.
I hit it, and moments later, something unbelievable happened.
Blue particles gathered over the mannequins, manifesting Han Sa-rang's form.
It was so lifelike, I could barely tell it from the real thing.
"...My God."
The transformation took less than ten seconds.
One full-sized.
One Barbie-sized.
Both had their eyes closed, so there was no eerie mannequin vibe.
They wore the exact same legging workout set as the real Han Sa-rang.
Same body, same face.
Even seeing it with my own eyes, it was hard to believe.
For a test, I grabbed the inside of the mannequin's thigh.
It felt just as soft and squishy as Han Sa-rang's.
Even more shocking—the real Han Sa-rang reacted.
She was filming a Pilates video in the living room when she jolted, checking her inner thigh.
Of course, since it was remote stimulation, there were no marks.
'Good. It's working perfectly.'
Next up: her breasts.
I cupped her H-cup tits gently, stroking them like a lover.
Overwhelmed by the unfamiliar pleasure, she clamped a hand over her mouth, letting out a lewd moan.
I opened mind chat to read her thoughts.
[What... what was that? I just felt something on my chest? Is it the breast milk?]
She was completely off-base, so I gave her a fresh wave of pleasure.
This time, I circled her nipples softly while rubbing her folds up and down.
Han Sa-rang abruptly stopped filming and checked herself over.
[What the hell? Why is my body acting like this? Am I seriously in heat?!]
[Should I go to the gyno? If this happens on a date with my son-in-law, it'll be a disaster. He'll think I'm a perv.] [Haa... Thinking about my son-in-law makes it feel even stronger.] In truth, I was rubbing her pussy a bit harder now.
Unable to hold back any longer, she started stroking herself over her workout clothes.
[Haa♥︎ Hng♥︎ My body's going crazy♥︎ It feels just like my son-in-law touching me♥︎]
[Ung♥︎ Son-in-law♥︎ I want to see you♥︎ I want those wild muscles crushing me♥︎] [Hauk♥︎ It's all because of my son-in-law that I'm in heat♥︎ Teasing me with that slutty body♥︎] [Hnggg♥︎ What's wrong with me today♥︎ My pussy feels so good♥︎] She'd convinced herself it was her son-in-law making her horny.
Not a bad misconception at all.
In the end, it'd only deepen her feelings for me.
As I toyed with the mannequin and watched her masturbate,
a mischievous impulse bubbled up.
I called Han Sa-rang right then.
She was mid-fap when she startled, caught her breath, and picked up.
"—...Uh. Son-in-law? What's up?"
Her moan wasn't fully stifled yet.
I teased her playfully.
"Nothing much. Just wanted to hear my mother-in-law's voice. What're you up to, though? Your breathing sounds kinda naughty."
On screen, Han Sa-rang's eyes went wide in panic.
She forced a casual tone in response.
"—...Oh. I was just filming. Breathing's a bit heavy, right? From the workout."
Her experience made her adaptable.
But what if I pushed harder?
*Slurp! Sluuuurp!*
I latched onto the mannequin's nipple, tugging and licking like mad. She frantically covered her mouth.
Still, her sweet moans leaked through the phone.
"—...Hk♥︎ Ang♥︎ Haa♥︎"
Her nipples were her most sensitive spot.
Especially after the milk juice—she was even more responsive than usual.
Savoring her moans, I pressed her teasingly.
"Huh? Keep hearing naughty sounds. You sure my mother-in-law isn't up to something lewd?"
I scraped circles around the nipple with my nail. Her shoulders trembled as she struggled to reply.
"—...Hk♥︎ N-no way♥︎ Workout♥︎ Hk♥︎ Just... the workout♥︎"
"Hmm. Doesn't sound like it. Looks like you're doing something naughty."
"—...Nng♥︎ I said nooo♥︎ You're such a tease♥︎"
"Fine, fine. If my big sis is getting naughty, it just turns me on. Want some daughter-bait?"
I snapped a few pics of my throbbing glans and sent them. Her face flushed crimson as she replied softly.
"—...Thanks as always♥︎ Son-in-law♥︎"
"Haha, no biggie. If my mother-in-law uses my body like side dish, I'm just proud and happy. Need anything naughty? Just say the word—I'll send it right over."
"—...Hng♥︎ Anyway, gotta go♥︎ Backlog on filming♥︎"
"Sure. Don't overdo it. Talk soon."
I hung up abruptly. Han Sa-rang let out a pent-up breath.
She yanked her nipples roughly while stroking her clit.
[Hak♥︎ Son-in-law♥︎ Sorry for lying♥︎ I was touching my pussy♥︎ Sorry for being such a vulgar mother-in-law♥︎]
[Hauk♥︎ Son-in-law's so hard♥︎ Wanna suck it♥︎ Looks so yummy♥︎] She flicked her cute tongue like she wanted to lick the phone screen.
For the final test, I peeled off the mannequin's panties.
Her folds appeared, identical to the real thing.
"Even the color's perfect."
I slathered on love gel and rubbed my glans against the mannequin's petals.
The texture was worlds apart from a cheap onahole.
It even mimicked the subtle warmth of real flesh.
As my hard tip ground against the entrance, she spread her legs wide in building ecstasy.
Her pale, dainty fingers slipped into her slit.
Matching her, I thrust into the mannequin's pussy.
The moment my glans breached, her eyes flew wide in shock.
[Auk♥︎ This♥︎ Something's wrong♥︎ Not my finger♥︎ Definitely not a finger♥︎]
She'd sensed it wasn't just her finger.
I quickly pulled out.
Women's intuition was sharper than expected—could've been risky.
[Aa♥︎ It's gone♥︎ Felt so good♥︎]
To soothe her regret, she plunged her fingers in repeatedly.
Whatever that insertion had sparked, she was hurtling toward climax.
[Hng♥︎ If my son-in-law pounded me, it'd feel just like that♥︎ So thick♥︎]
[Son-in-law♥︎ Son-in-law cock♥︎ Wanna feel it soon♥︎ Wanna get fucked by my son-in-law♥︎] [Love this mommy pussy too♥︎ I'll serve you plenty instead of my cheating daughter♥︎] [Hak♥︎ Cumming♥︎ Gonna cum♥︎ Cumming for you, son-in-law♥︎ Gonna cum staring at your cock♥︎ Hnnggguk♥︎] She ravaged her G-spot, bucking her hips wildly.
At the same moment, lewd nectar oozed from the mannequin's folds.
I dabbed some and sniffed—Han Sa-rang's exact scent.
A mannequin that replicated pussy and juices alike.
I'd gotten my hands on something utterly ridiculous.