Chapter 31
-----------------------------------------------------------------
Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 31
Chapter Title: The Breathing Duplicate
-----------------------------------------------------------------
After using Duplication quite a few times by now, I'd reached the point where the instant I activated the ability, I could instinctively sense whether it would succeed or fail.
According to that gut feeling of mine, this duplication was...
'Success.'
And not just any success—it felt more flawless than any duplication I'd pulled off before.
A faint glow gathered, the power I'd dubbed Duplication Force drained from me, and a distinct form materialized right before my eyes.
'Come to think of it, is this glow something only I can see?'
Whenever I used the Duplication ability, a white glow—what I assumed was the Duplication Force—would converge in my hand.
It wasn't blindingly bright, but it had a definite presence all the same.
I'd never used the ability right in front of anyone else before, so I hadn't realized... The two foes I'd taken down with Duplication up to now.
The follower of the King of All Sins I encountered in the ruins, and the necromancer in the sewers—they'd both been utterly thrown off the moment I activated it.
Like, a sword had suddenly appeared out of thin air.
'If they'd seen this glow, they would've reacted at least a little, but they acted like they hadn't noticed a thing.'
Just like how Karen hadn't detected the Duplication Force when she scanned my body with mana, if this glow was visible only to me... holy shit, jackpot.
Any serious train of thought I'd been nursing shattered in under three seconds.
The instant the perfectly duplicated Karen appeared before me, my eyes locked onto those jiggling breasts, and my mind went blank.
"Somehow... it feels even more lifelike than before...?"
Even when I'd duplicated her previously, those plump breasts and killer figure had come through perfectly. Even her scent and body heat.
But despite feeling that warmth, the duplicates I'd made always lacked that spark of a living being.
Yet this new Karen...
'She seems truly alive.'
It felt like her vitality had ramped up even further from before.
I started wondering why, and then it hit me.
*Huuuh... huuuh...*
'She's... breathing?'
A faint sound of breathing reached my ears, and sure enough, her chest rose and fell ever so slightly.
All my previous duplicates of Karen and Laila had that skin-level realism, complete with warmth, but no real pulse or breath to speak of.
But this Karen? Every little bodily function—respiratory system, circulatory system, internal organs—was replicated down to the finest detail, complete with subtle reactions.
"Karen...?"
She felt so real, like a living person, that I called her name again. But she remained silent, unresponsive.
No sign of any intelligence there.
She was like a soulless shell.
'Maybe that's for the best.'
No matter how high the quality got, if the duplicate I created had actual sentience, it would've stirred up all sorts of messy thoughts.
That'd be no different from creating real life.
If a duplicate vanished when my power cut out but had its own sense of self... I probably wouldn't dare use the ability so freely.
"Anyway... why the difference? Gotta be comprehension, right?"
This time, I'd touched Karen directly, had her mana flow into me while she held me, and—though accidental—got an eyeful of her naked body hidden under her clothes...
My comprehension must've deepened, triggering this upgrade.
Or maybe it was just using more of her hair as the medium?
Or...
'After rolling around with those corpses in the sewers... did my comprehension of the "human body" skyrocket?'
...Nah. My guess was it wasn't just one thing. Probably all of it combined.
A spark of curiosity about my ability flared up, but it was promptly crushed by an even fiercer blaze of lust.
Analyzing my power right now? Not the priority.
Why had I duplicated Karen here and now? Lust, obviously.
'Still vivid in my mind.'
Her hair, damp from a fresh bath, droplets trickling from the ends and sliding down her taut skin.
And those perky tits, beads of water clinging like leaking milk, dripping from her nipples.
"Grrr... can't hold back."
Half-serious, I let out a beastly growl and lunged for her breasts with rough hands.
Deep down, I wanted to check other spots first, but I always saved the best for last.
Besides, whenever I looked at Karen, those breasts always stole the show.
*Rip!!*
My hands tore away the annoying clothes without mercy.
I'd considered duplicating her naked since I'd seen the real thing, but stripping a woman myself had its own thrill, so I'd gone with her clothed like last time on purpose.
The thin fabric shredded easily, revealing those bare breasts exactly as I'd seen before—no bra in sight.
*Boing♥*
"Whoa..."
Beautiful, every time.
Her training showed even there—zero sag, pure bouncy perfection.
*Squish♥♥*
Following instinct, I grabbed her tits.
They twisted and pushed back against my fingers with elastic resistance.
*Twitch♥ Twitch♥♥*
"Wow."
Even I was stunned by her intense reaction.
She thrashed like a fresh-caught fish, arching her back like a bow, body shuddering.
Her nipples hardened, peeking out from the breast flesh; her faint breaths turned ragged.
'Just from touching her breasts once?'
It wasn't even proper action—just a grab. Way too much reaction.
It was like...
'Her sensitivity... no, her senses are insanely heightened...?'
That thought triggered memories: her overly cautious avoidance of touch, how she'd wiped her sweat like handling fine china.
'What. Visible wounds aren't the only kind of injury.'
Her words echoed in my head.
When I'd asked why a top A-rank adventurer like her retired, she'd brushed it off as an "injury."
'No way...?'
Was this duplicate's over-the-top reaction to mere contact linked somehow to her retirement?
Even as I pondered that, I...
*Squeeeze♥♥ Stretch♥*
...gripped her breasts harder than before, teasing the nipples, yanking the buried ones free by force.
Her lewd responses only hyped me up more, hesitation be damned.
Sure, she had some hidden backstory, and her reactions weren't normal...
'But I'm still doing this, right?'
No reason to stop.
*Shiver♥*
The more I went, the wilder her body reacted.
Yet she stayed true to duplicate limits: vacant eyes, silent mouth, creating an eerie disconnect.
*Squirt!!♥♥*
'...Huh?'
As I pulled her tits, pinched the forced-out nipples, letting them stretch—something weird hit my ears.
A watery trickle. Like liquid leaking.
'From this direction...'
It came from between her legs.
"...Gulp."
I swallowed hard.
Amid fixating on her luscious breasts and reactions, I'd forgotten today's real goal.
'At this duplication level... down there too...'
Judging by her responses, this Karen was leagues beyond the last one.
So... maybe now, that part I couldn't duplicate before?
"Huuuh...!"
Calming my pounding chest, I reluctantly released those magnetic tits and gripped her pants with trembling hands.
Last time, they wouldn't budge no matter what—couldn't even peek inside.
But...
*Slide.*
"...!!"
I nearly whooped in triumph.
Unlike before, soft fabric yielded to my touch, slipping slowly down between her legs.
And there it was: her pristine, snow-white pussy fully exposed.
'No panties...!!'
Seeing no bra, I'd half-suspected down there too, but...
My hunch was spot-on—no underwear whatsoever between her thighs.
Just that glimpse of her fresh post-bath slit...
*Drip...♥♥*
...and the sticky fluid soaking her freshly removed pants.
'Wasn't hearing things.'
That water sound? Her pussy leaking love juices.
Drenched from just that brief contact.
'Maybe that's why no panties.'
Her hyper-sensitive body's condition might explain going commando.
The thought flashed and faded. Not important now.
'This much juice means... even inside...'
Reining in my throbbing cock, I slid my hand between her legs, into the sticky mess.
*Drip♥*
Clear droplets spilled onto my hand.
Suppressing the urge to bury my face and lap it up like a dog, I gently parted her snowy labia.
*Spread♥♥♥*
'.......Whoa.'
Pristine pink flesh emerged, untouched.
Hidden behind slightly plump white skin, her intimate folds revealed themselves shyly.
And then...
*Squirt♥♥♥*
Even just spreading her entrance lips triggered a gush—transparent fluid sprayed from her pussy.
"..."
Face close for inspection, some splashed onto me.
Staring blankly at the juices on my face and hand, I tasted one with my tongue.
'A bit tangy and sweet.'
Unusually sweet for human fluids. Did mana-users here have different physiology?
Sweeter than expected, my restraint snapped—I dove in face-first.
*Slurp♥*
Mouth to her parted slit, I sucked hard and flicked my tongue.
*Squirt♥ Squirt♥*
Her pussy twitched, squirting forcefully in response.
Feeling droplets wet my teeth, I curled my tongue like a spoon and scooped at her entrance.
*Jerk!!!♥ Jerk!!♥♥*
Her body jolted hard; legs stiffened around my buried head, then clamped naturally.
Her thighs squeezing my neck brought satisfaction beyond words—no pain, just bliss.
I craved more with tongue or fingers, but patience ran dry.
*Thud♥*
I ditched my pants. My viciously swollen cock sprang free like a spring.
I positioned it between her legs.
At her dripping entrance, precum mixed as juices coated my dark glans.
No more prep needed. Any longer would just waste duplication time.
Pressing my cock flush against her pussy...
*Schlick.*
...I thrust forward.