Chapter 13
Chapter 13
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 13
Chapter Title: All the Way into the Mouth
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Glossy saliva, sticky and slightly shimmering as it reflected the light.
Perfectly aligned, snow-white teeth, despite the fact that there was no such thing as dentistry or orthodontic procedures in this world.
And a tongue retaining its vivid pink hue without any plaque buildup, every tiny papilla clearly visible.
'Why even the inside of the mouth...?'
The chest had been rendered perfectly... well, that made sense.
I hadn't had time to truly enjoy the sensation, but in that desperate moment, I'd pulled Laila into my arms and rolled across the floor, our bodies pressing together in various places.
But for the inside of her mouth to be replicated in such detail... ah.
'Are you insane? This is underground!'
...It had touched, after all.
'Come to think of it, there was that strangely soft and moist sensation back then. My hand got pretty soaked with saliva too.'
The moment underground when Laila had tried to cast an explosion spell out of nowhere, and I'd clamped my hand over her mouth.
Something soft and moist had definitely touched my hand then.
Unconsciously, I'd gained an understanding of her tongue and everything else inside her mouth, and if that had been replicated...
'No, thinking comes later.'
No matter how much my mana capacity had increased, the duration of Replication was still incredibly short.
Especially with something this detailed, my instincts told me the time limit would be even shorter.
So...
-Plop♥
"For now... let's enjoy this."
Rather than analyzing the cause or the ability, I decided to savor the moment.
I propped Laila against the headboard of the hospital bed, lifting her head slightly.
I gathered her breasts together and, just like before, wedged my massive cock between her cleavage.
"Perfect. From here..."
Because my enlarged cock was too big to be fully enveloped, the tip poked out right over her breasts.
The glans protruding from between her breasts,
-Squelch♥
"Ooh...!!"
I thrust my hips forward, pressing the tip right against Laila's lips, with the headboard preventing any backward escape.
Her plump lips met the end of my cock, and a droplet of drool trickled weakly down, moistening the tip.
Not stopping there, I pushed my hips further,
-Squelch♥
Coated lightly in vegetable oil, the pillar of my glans slid smoothly between her breasts, delivering a tight, chewy sensation.
-Slurp♥♥
My glans forced its way past her lips, rubbing the transparently sticky Cowper's fluid clinging to its tip against her tongue.
The fine papillae on her tongue brushed past my glans, and the precum mixed with her saliva.
'This is insane...!'
I hesitate to say it myself, but after the changes to my body, my cock had become quite monstrous in size.
Any normal person would feel intense resistance trying to force something this big into their mouth.
But Laila's replica was different.
-Slurrrp♥♥
There were no options like spitting it out, vomiting, or pushing it away.
It simply accepted my cock as I pushed it in, doing nothing else.
Thanks to the oil acting as lubricant, each friction against the slick valley of her breasts wrapped my cock in soft warmth and body heat.
As I thrust deeper, her tongue curled inward, her moist surface grazing my glans ever so slightly.
"Fha...♥"
This time, I pulled my hips back, withdrawing my cock.
Whether the replica breathed or not, a hot breath escaped her mouth like a long-held exhale.
As I pulled back, her neat teeth lightly caught the tip of my glans, her front teeth gently scraping the ridge on the underside.
"Laila... ngh!!"
I knew this was just a soulless replica, but I still called out her name.
It felt as if Laila herself was taking all of me in.
I gripped her reddened breasts—marked with my handprints—even harder, squeezing them together toward the center.
The more intense my actions and touch became, the stronger the faint vibrations grew.
As if Laila herself was gradually adapting, getting more accustomed to the act.
"Grk!!"
The visual satisfaction combined with the constant sucking from her warm, wet mouth quickly built the urge to cum.
The moment I realized it was imminent, I impulsively released her breasts from my grasp.
"Laila!!!"
Calling her name more fiercely than ever, I moved the hands that had been clutching her breasts toward her head.
Her long, flowing purple hair wrapped around my hand, and I seized her small head along with the silky strands.
Then, with all my strength, I yanked her head while thrusting my cock in.
-Glurk♥♥♥♥!!!!
".......!!"
An impulsive act.
But following my instincts proved worthwhile, delivering an overwhelming pleasure unlike anything before.
I hadn't expected it, but it was as if even the inside of her throat had been perfectly replicated—a slick, tight sensation different from her mouth enveloped my cock.
A chewy pressure like inserting into a pussy wrapped around my glans, while the shaft, moments ago nestled in her cleavage, was now licked tightly by her tongue.
And even in this violent thrusting, the replica neither spat out my cock nor bit down.
"Suck it, Laila! Deeper!!"
Barking a command at her, I shook her head like a tool, ravaging her throat with my cock.
-Gulp♥Gulp♥
Air escaped with a hiss, her saliva drooling down in streams.
Feeling the limit approach, I gripped her head and shoved my cock all the way to the root before shouting.
"I'm cumming, Laila...! Swallow it all!!"
".....!!"
-Spurt!!♥♥
My cock was fully buried in her mouth, so I couldn't see the semen erupting out.
But feeling the endless flood, I knew the volume was anything but modest.
-Gulp♥
All that semen vanished into her mouth.
Unable to even breathe with how tightly sealed it was, I poured everything out before gasping raggedly and yanking my cock free in one go.
-Gurgle!!♥♥
The instant I pulled out, semen erupted like a champagne cork, splattering her lips and breasts.
"Huu... ha... haha...!"
A strange sense of conquest welled up.
My whole body surged with primal energy, my mind exhilarated.
It felt like a reward for the two years of hardship.
"...Replication ability. The best."
I praised my power more sincerely than ever since arriving in this world.
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And the next day.
I cleared away the traces from last night as best I could and checked out quickly.
Laila's master had already paid, so I could've stayed longer, but...
'Those looks...'
Even after cleaning up, the priests' gazes were odd—perhaps from the lingering smell or stains—so I was practically shoved out of the temple.
Still, having properly vented my lust last night, my mind felt fresher than ever.
"Good. Perfect."
My mood soared even higher upon checking the money pouch I'd taken with me.
I considered splurging at a restaurant on something delicious, but after a brief debate, I headed to the smithy first.
"Hammer Uncle!"
"Hm? Oh, it's you, brat. Thought you'd kicked the bucket since I hadn't seen you for days..."
"Uncle, you got a conscience? What kinda crap did you sell me?!"
"What?"
Recalling the ruin incident, I snapped at Hammer Uncle, who greeted me half-heartedly.
I didn't go into details about the underground fight, but anyway, my hand axe had shattered mid-battle.
"That hand axe of yours, Uncle. It smashed like a glass window!"
"What bullshit? If you've been using it steadily for half a year, of course it'd break. I'm surprised it lasted this long."
Hammer Uncle insisted that half a year of constant use would naturally break it...
'It broke after one throw!'
Unlike what he said, I'd never actually used the original—only maintained it—over those six months.
Until now, I'd only used replicas that vanished after one use; this was the first time throwing the real thing...
Who could've guessed it'd shatter after just one go!
'Was it really defective?'
Granted, that Igor guy was monstrous, but still... the axe didn't just bounce or dent—it exploded like glass. That was weird.
Like it had burst from the inside out.
I'd never noticed because replicas disappeared after one use, but if I'd thrown the original from the start... it might've exploded right from my hand.
'Damn... can't exactly explain that.'
Even if I told Hammer Uncle it broke after one use, he wouldn't believe me. No intention of revealing Replication anyway.
Unable to mention my ability, he just snorted and dismissed my complaints.
'Sigh. Wasn't planning to make a big fuss anyway.'
It might've just been Igor's freakish strength, so I wasn't truly mad.
Then why come here and make a scene?
"So give me a discount. I nearly died because of your gear!"
"You little shit...! You think I dig gold outta the ground?!"
To get a discount on new gear, obviously.
Pouch full, old gear smashed—priorities were new equipment.
Wouldn't waste money, though; haggle as much as possible.
"Discount, huh? Finally ready for real gear? This full plate armor just—"
"Not that; leather armor if possible..."
Erasing his annoyed look, he switched to merchant mode, recommending various pieces.
I filtered as I browsed slowly, when a strange sensation hit me.
'A gaze?'
While picking armor, I felt eyes from other adventurers using the smithy.
Faces I vaguely recognized from the guild...
'What? Kinda unpleasant.'
We were chatting loudly, so drawing eyes wasn't odd, but it felt off.
Then, a whisper reached my ear.
"...That guy's the mage's..."
'......?'
A mumble.
Quiet, but I caught it even while listening to Hammer Uncle.
'What? Was my hearing always this good?'
Sensing the gaze earlier too. Something's up...
"Hey, rookie! Gonna pick something or not?"
"...Yeah, yeah."
Hammer Uncle snapped me out of it, and the mumbling adventurer left the smithy.
Feeling an odd unease, I watched his back before resuming gear shopping.
Memorizing his face.