Chapter 12
Chapter 12
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 12
Chapter Title: Between Two Breasts
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Strange.
Normally, with such low understanding, replication should be impossible, but maybe it was because the hair served as a medium.
Or perhaps, setting all that aside, my ability works differently when replicating people.
Various questions bubbled up, but those trivial doubts were swallowed whole by the fiercely burning impulse.
"Grr..."
A sound closer to an excited beast than a human tried to force its way past my lips.
I hadn't completely lost my reason. I could hold back if I tried hard enough.
But...
'Why should I hold back?'
The anger that had built up unknowingly, the suddenly intensified impulse, and the pent-up desires in my body after surviving a near-death experience.
And what was right in front of me wasn't even a real person—it was just a replica I'd made.
So why the hell should I hold back?
-Tsssk!!!
The hesitation vanished from my hands.
I completely tore away Laila's already half-ripped clothes.
Her plump breasts bounced out, defying gravity, and jiggled enticingly.
-Grip♥
Like a predator snatching its prey, I roughly reached out and seized Laila's breasts.
A slightly cool yet unmistakably human warmth transmitted through my palms.
'Even body heat...!'
It felt just like when I'd first replicated Laila and touched her hand—the one part that had replicated perfectly, unlike the others.
It wasn't some well-made fake or a corpse; it carried the genuine warmth of a living person.
-Plop.
Yielding to an inexplicable pull, I impulsively buried my face between Laila's breasts.
The soft sensation brushed my cheeks, and as her breasts shifted, something firmer grazed my skin amid the softness.
-Rub. Rub♥
Her cute little nipples protruded perkily from the round mounds.
With my face pressed into her cleavage, rubbing against her, the raised texture of her nipples tickled my cheeks.
"Haa..."
I inhaled deeply right there in her cleavage, and her scent hit me—fresh yet subtly sweet, the unique aroma of a woman's body.
'Even her scent...'
Her body heat had replicated perfectly, but how was even this scent so flawlessly recreated?
I closed my eyes and breathed in deeply, savoring Laila's sweet fragrance.
Most people I'd met in this world had Western features.
I'd heard there were people with Eastern looks like mine, but I'd never met one myself.
And just like the rumors on Earth about differences in body odor between Westerners and Easterners, everyone here had carried a faintly musky smell.
But...
'What kind of scent is this...'
There was no foul body odor that a human body should have.
I wondered if my nose was off, but ever since waking in that hospital room, my senses had been sharper than ever.
More likely, Laila's scent really was this fragrant.
-Squish♥
Savoring that aroma, my hands relentlessly kneaded her breasts.
With every motion, her breasts deformed and jiggled, and my breathing in her cleavage stuttered—blocked, then released—in rhythm.
-Slide♥ Swipe♥
Not satisfied with that, I naturally slid my hands lower.
I checked if even this had replicated: past the undersides of her breasts where a bit of sweat had gathered, over her firm abs that showed no sign of strain despite the ordeal.
And naturally, my hands reached her lower body.
'Hm?'
But the moment my hands went below a certain line, the warm body heat I'd felt until then vanished completely.
Just to check, I pulled my head back and felt around her crotch—where her pussy should be—over her clothes.
"Damn it."
Unlike her upper body, which felt more than perfect, her lower half was like touching a wax doll. The clothes seemed fused to it, impossible to remove.
A flicker of annoyance rose, and I vented by pinching one of Laila's innocent nipples.
-Pinch♥♥
The pink bud twisted in my grip before springing back cutely, her breast rippling and mesmerizing my eyes from the recoil.
"Huh?"
In that moment of venting, I felt a slight oddity and reached out again, grasping her nipple.
-Squeeze♥
"It's gotten harder...?"
I thought maybe I'd imagined it and checked again, but no doubt about it.
Compared to when I'd first buried my face and felt the slight bumpiness against my cheek, her nipple was definitely firmer now.
"Laila?"
On a whim, I called her name, but the replica Laila remained silent.
Like an empty shell without a soul, her eyes were vacant, no words escaping her lips.
Even so.
-Twist♥♥
Calling her name, stroking her body, and tugging lightly on that nipple—
-Twitch♥
Her nipple quivered, firmly erect.
'No way... does her body feel it?'
Even if I'd replicated her body as an empty shell without personality or intellect, did it still react every time I touched her?
That meant... that...!!!!
"This is the best!"
-Slurp♥♥
I practically cheered as I brought my mouth to her hardened breast.
I bit down hard on her nipple—no regard for her comfort—and sucked fiercely. Her body scent spread in my mouth, the tiny bumps on her areola tickling my tongue.
-Suck♥♥
Sucking one breast with my mouth, my hand twisted the nipple on the other side.
A faint vibration rippled through the breast in my mouth.
-Tremble♥
A subtle tremor I'd missed earlier in my excitement.
Every time I bit or twisted her nipples, Laila's body twitched faintly.
As if it could feel my touch.
'I can't hold back anymore.'
Having toyed with her body like a plaything, I felt my patience snap and yanked off my pants.
My cock sprang free, far more massive than before.
'What the hell... is this?'
I'd already noticed it had grown when checking my body's changes earlier, but that was before it had swelled to this extent.
Even I, with my lust at its peak, flinched at the sheer girth dangling from my groin.
'No wonder my pants felt so tight.'
It felt unfamiliar at first, but since it was still my body, I adapted quicker than expected.
Or rather, my boiling lust made me ignore such minor issues.
-Thud.
I straddled the prone Laila on the bed, my heavy cock swaying, and placed it in the valley between her breasts, still faintly red from my bites.
"Holy shit..."
The visual alone was insane. I hadn't even started, but it felt like I could cum from the sight.
Still, I couldn't waste this precious time.
With my cock nestled between her breasts, I roughly pressed them together from both sides, fully enveloping it.
'Need some lube or something...'
It felt too tight like this, so I glanced around urgently and spotted the oil I used for sharpening my hand axe.
A mild-smelling vegetable oil, harmless to skin as far as I knew.
'Not meant for this, but...'
It'd do in a pinch.
I wasn't shoving it into some girl's pussy—just rubbing between tits, and it was a replica anyway.
I poured a bit into her cleavage.
The faint plant oil scent mixed with her body fragrance, and I slid my cock between her breasts much more smoothly, starting to thrust.
'Insane.'
Her oiled breasts glistened even more beautifully.
A few drops trickled down her mounds, pooling slightly at her collarbone—like a masterpiece painting.
I'd vaguely heard that paizuri—the act of thrusting between breasts—wasn't that great.
Average-sized tits couldn't fully envelop a cock, and even pressed together, the pressure paled compared to a pussy.
But what I felt now was different.
-Schlick♥Slap♥Slap♥
Each time my glans emerged from her cleavage, the brushing sensation against her skin sent pleasure beyond imagination, and the pressure from her pressed-together breasts was stronger than expected.
It made sense, really. A normal person would writhe in pain if I forced their tits like this, but since it was a replica, I handled it without restraint.
Treating it less like a body and more like a tool, I gripped her breasts roughly, twisting them crosswise purely to satisfy my lust, massaging my glans.
Even with her ample size, my enlarged cock didn't fully bury; the tip kept popping out, forcing me to adjust as I plunged it back in.
"Laila...! Laila! You arrogant bitch... you fucking slut...!!"
Feeling her breasts, watching her body shake, locking eyes with her vacant gaze—I spewed every filthy word that came to mind.
Harsh words I'd never dare say to the real Laila.
Insults that would get my head blasted off by magic if uttered to the original.
"Because of you! I... ngh... suffered so much...! Ugh! Reflect on it...! Fucking reflect!"
Venting my pent-up rage, I slammed my hips wildly against her replica.
-Drip.
Suddenly, a few transparent droplets fell onto my glans peeking from her cleavage.
Sticky and cool, unlike the slick oil.
"Wha...?"
Startled by the unfamiliar sensation, I stopped thrusting and looked at Laila.
Her face, which had silently endured my insults—
-Drool...
Transparent saliva trickled from her mouth.
"......"
Watching, I swallowed hard, reached out instinctively, gripped her chin, and pried her mouth open.
And then.
"Blergh~♥"
"....!!"
A sound like pent-up air escaping, hot breath wafting out, and thick strands of saliva dangled from her parted lips.
Between her neat white teeth gleamed a pool of slick saliva and a pristine pink tongue.