Chapter 21
Chapter 21
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 21
Chapter Title: Tattoo
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After crossing over to this other world, on a day when I was growing weary of my hectic and barbaric life, I once sought out a prostitute in a back alley to relieve some stress.
My finances were in dire straits, but I felt like I’d go mad if I didn’t release the overwhelming buildup of tension.
Clutching the money I’d scraped together while skipping meals, I entered the back alley and came face-to-face with women willing to spread their legs for a few coins.
And then...
'Urk...!!!'
The back alley was far more unsanitary and blatantly vulgar than I’d imagined. I bolted out of there in a panic.
Some had just been rolling around with other men, semen still dripping down with white streaks left behind; their unwashed bodies reeking of rot;
And don’t get me started on their appearances.
They might have had a certain charm if you squinted, but caked in grime with sweat streaming down, and worn down by the harsh life of the alleys, their listless, gloomy faces...
'Were utterly horrifying.'
I’d gone to unwind and ended up more stressed than before. I fled the scene like my life depended on it.
I wasn’t in a position to be picky about women, but even if I’d gone through with it there, I probably would’ve caught some STD or another disease.
That experience taught me one thing: the average attractiveness in this world lagged far behind Earth.
Proper nutrition was hard to come by compared to modern Earth, so most people grew up underdeveloped. Makeup was a distant dream, and even soap wasn’t widely available.
Add in the average body odor of this world’s inhabitants that I’d mentioned before, and...
After that, even with ordinary women I encountered by chance—not just prostitutes—I lost interest and ended up living a semi-enforced celibate life.
But...
'She’s seriously gorgeous.'
Recently, I’d met not one, but two women who shattered my preconceptions.
Ah, make that three if you count Laila’s master. I was too stunned at the time to notice, but she was quite beautiful too.
Karen. My swordsmanship teacher.
This woman I’d replicated differed from Laila—the only other woman I’d truly experienced—in several ways.
Unlike the rather delicate Laila, Karen had a well-toned physique. Unlike Laila, who pushed people away with her prickly attitude, Karen had a rather bold personality.
...Ah, was that just because she went crazy over my talent and treated me specially? Anyway.
Unlike Laila’s flawless, smooth skin untouched by hardship, Karen’s was covered in scars. Unlike Laila’s soft hands, Karen’s were thick with calluses.
Yet despite all that, they shared one key trait: both were among the most beautiful women I’d seen since arriving in this world.
And another thing.
-Pyu-rung♥
"...Wow."
I slipped off my pants and let instinct guide my hand to Karen’s chest, feeling the springy resistance push back against my fingers as I stared in a daze.
The women in this world all seemed underdeveloped due to poor nutrition, their breasts especially small... How did Laila and Karen end up with chests like these?
Savoring the soft texture, I gently peeled off Karen’s top.
A thin scrap of fabric came away, and the breasts hidden beneath bounced free.
And...
"Wait. No bra?"
Unlike when I’d undressed Laila’s replica, Karen’s thin top revealed pale skin immediately upon removal. I couldn’t hide my shock.
When I replicated Laila, even the unseen parts under her clothes—and the undergarments supporting those huge breasts—were perfectly copied.
But with Karen, her chest was flawlessly replicated down to the finest detail, yet there wasn’t a trace of anything resembling underwear, no matter how hard I looked.
What did that mean?
'No way... She’s been going around like this the whole time?'
The state of Karen as I’d observed her during replication—her original form.
If her original had no underwear, that probably meant the real Karen wasn’t wearing any either.
'But I didn’t notice anything poking out up top...?'
The top I’d just removed wasn’t particularly thick. No, it was quite thin, actually.
But to live like that without underwear... During training, her breasts didn’t show any telltale protrusions...?
As I pondered this and gazed back at her exposed chest, I uncovered one little secret.
"Inverted!!"
Her nipples weren’t protruding outward but recessed into the breast tissue. Inverted nipples.
Incredibly, Karen had inverted nipples!!
They could poke out a bit, but apparently that was accounted for—the fabric over the nipple area on her top was subtly thicker.
'That’s why nothing showed through without a bra...!'
Suppressing the urge to shout "Eureka!" inwardly, I let instinct take over and reached for her breasts, grasping them firmly.
-Twitch!!♥
'...Hm?'
Just like with Laila’s body before, Karen’s flesh gave a small shudder.
As if sensing my touch.
'What’s this? Laila didn’t react this quickly.'
I’d replicated her appearance, body heat—even texture perfectly. But lacking intelligence, or perhaps fine sensory organs, Laila’s replica had shown only dull responses.
Pinching her nipples might make her body tremble slightly or harden them, but that was it.
She didn’t fully sense the caresses—no matter how hard I pinched, her reactions seemed capped at a certain limit.
But...
-Twitch♥ Twitch♥♥
Unlike Laila back then, Karen’s body was twitching excessively even without rough handling, showing fresh, lively responses.
'Hm. Is it because I replicated from visual observation without direct contact? Or a trait unique to Karen?'
Either way, the immediate feedback every time I touched her was quite enjoyable.
Not just her breasts—even brushing her firm abs made her body quiver faintly.
'It’d be nice if her expression changed too.'
One regrettable point: her body reacted like this, but her face remained unchanged.
Still, this was satisfying enough. I spread my hands wide, gathered both breasts toward the center, and sucked them into my mouth at once.
-Slurp♥
-Twitch♥ Twitch♥
I teased the cute, hidden nipples with my tongue, tickling them out, while squeezing her breasts like milking a cow and tugging firmly.
-Plop♥ Tok♥
Suddenly, like sprouts emerging in my mouth, the recessed nipples were forced out, stretching luxuriously.
-Plopp♥
Amid the springy, soft sensations, something slightly firm sprang up and tapped my tongue.
With joyful affection, I gently nibbled both protruding nipples.
-Jerk!!♥
'Whoa.'
At that instant, Karen’s body jolted dramatically.
A motion so intense it almost felt like touching the real thing, not a replica.
When I pulled away, her nipples glistened with my saliva, the tips faintly reddened.
That sight made it impossible to hold back. With my pants already off, I brought my throbbing, swollen cock over.
'Time’s running short.'
Exploring the differences from Laila’s replica had eaten up time.
And unlike with Laila, I wasn’t planning to vent frustration by roughing her up...
'Quickly. With her mouth.'
Scanning for a suitable spot, I focused on Karen’s drooling mouth and positioned my cock right at her lips.
-Sss...♥
As warm breath escaped her mouth against my cock, it surged even harder, leaking precum profusely.
I pried her mouth open like brushing teeth and rubbed the glans against her pearly whites, coating them generously with precum.
"Hup."
-Schlurp♥♥
I rubbed my cock along every crevice of her neat teeth, then forced it deeper into her mouth.
Seeing Karen—who’d refused even a fingertip touch during the day—now meekly accepting my cock drove my arousal to new heights.
"Ngh... Master!!"
Instead of "Karen," I deliberately used her original title, "Master."
Realizing anew that this woman before me was my swordsmanship teacher filled me with a thrilling taboo of violating the untouchable.
Just hours ago, she’d dominated me utterly; now she lay beneath, sucking my cock.
"Damn...! You don’t know a man’s heart! Parading around in that slutty outfit, exposing yourself so carelessly! And what? No bra?"
I scolded her for her revealing clothes and defenseless exposure—even wiping sweat from her cleavage in plain view.
It seemed like blatant seduction, yet she’d rejected even the slightest skin contact.
"You hate being touched? Then what’s this!?"
-Slurp♥ Schlup♥
To the Karen who wouldn’t even shake hands, I shoved my cock freely into her mouth, then grabbed her hair and rammed it down her throat.
I’d said it didn’t bother me, but apparently some petty resentment had built up.
-Twitch!♥ Twitch!!♥♥
The harder I thrust into her mouth, the quicker her body’s tremors came.
As if savoring every suck.
"Damn... Master! Swallow your disciple’s cum!!"
Sticking to "Master" until the end, I unleashed thick semen into her mouth.
My cock, pent up from her skimpy outfit and vulnerability, erupted violently.
-Gulp!!♥♥
White, cloudy fluid poured in, sucked deep into Karen’s mouth.
Her body quivered faintly as I gripped her head, draining every last drop inside before pulling out my saliva-and-cum-slicked cock.
-Pop♥
"Hoo..."
Relieving my lust once cleared my head immensely.
Even with my enhanced body, one release didn’t deflate it completely—I could probably go a few more rounds...
"Tch. Duration’s the same as ever."
I could feel the energy draining from my body; Karen’s replica would vanish soon.
'Should I replicate her a few more times next time.'
As the saying goes, the first time’s the hardest. Moments ago, guilt had gnawed at me over replicating Karen; now I was already plotting the next opportunity.
'Next time... Maybe rub my cock on those abs.'
I wasn’t into muscle fetish or anything, but Karen’s physique was stunning enough to admire. As I pondered trying her firm abs later and glanced downward,
"...Huh?"
I spotted something strange on her abdomen that I hadn’t noticed before.
In the dim inn room, it emitted a faint glow...
"What’s this? This tattoo...?"
It was a pinkish tattoo, strangely lewd in design.