Intersection (2)
-Squelch♥ "Hnnngh...!!"
The rock-hard cock slowly pushed into Karen's pussy. Whether by reflex or not, the moment the glans slipped inside, her folds clamped down fiercely, trying to block its advance—but I didn't give a damn. I shoved it in deeper, inch by inch.
-Schlurp♥ The glans plowed through her pussy walls, forcibly stretching her out as sticky love juices wrapped around my shaft. As it bulldozed through her folds, the cock suddenly snagged on something and came to a halt.
This is...!!
A sensation I'd felt fairly recently. An incredibly thin membrane blocking the cock's invasion. A soft, yielding barrier with a small hole in the center that I could probably tear through with a bit of force.
Hymen...!!
The realization that even this—what I'd been hoping for—had been perfectly replicated hit me like a drug, flooding me with unbearable ecstasy. I'd expected it, sure, but there was always the chance my guess was wrong... And yet, here it was. Karen.My master. The rough-and-tumble woman who'd shown that side of herself... was a virgin. The truth of it crashed over me in this moment.
"Master...!!"
A cocktail of emotions surged up—conquest, raw lust, euphoria? Clutching them all, I forced my cock even deeper.
-Riiip...♥ The throbbing shaft dug in relentlessly, and the hymen—struggling desperately to guard its owner's virginity—gave way without a fight. The membrane stretched around the hole at its center, then tore with a trickle of blood.
And then.
-SPLURT!!!♥
Breaking clean through, the cock invaded the untouched sanctuary, carving my mark into its depths. Unlike last time, it plunged all the way in. No more half-measures where only the tip got a squeeze—this time, my entire length savored the winding texture inside her, reshaping her pussy to fit my shape.
-Throb♥Throb♥ Driving it to the hilt, the glans caught on something with a subtle snag, then butted up firm against an unyielding wall. No thin membrane this time—this was the real end of the line. The cervix. My tip had reached the entrance to her womb, pounding at it fiercely.
-Tap♥Tap-tap♥ I rocked my hips rhythmically, bending my knees to thrust upward from below.
-Lurch!!♥ My cock surged up powerfully, lifting Karen's body slightly off the ground. Faint pink tattoos began reappearing on her lower abdomen, bulging out roundly in the shape of my glans. Beneath her chiseled abs, the lewd pattern glowed, outlining my cock's shape inside her—it was so beautiful, so fucking hot.
-Thump♥Thump♥ I ramped up the pace, slamming my hips faster.
...
And at that very moment.
"Kyaaah... Ahhng...♥"
In the midst of her masturbation, Karen felt a sharp tingle deep inside—somewhere her fingers couldn't reach. Her body jerked, breath ragged.
A faint echo from the depths her fingers couldn't touch. It was so subtle, even for her hypersensitive body that amplified most sensations, she might call it "weak."
Which made it worse.
"Haa... Ahh...♥"
The ambiguous buzz reverberated, teasing an untouched spot, driving her mad. She couldn't think straight.
Because of the curse...? Or am I just imagining it from pent-up frustration, like that priest said...?♥
Unable to pinpoint the cause, she shoved the questions aside for now.
-Squelch♥Squelch♥ She just kept fingering her dripping slit, rubbing her labia gently.
-Pound♥Pound♥ Her heart raced, her intact hymen notwithstanding, the depths inside throbbed insistently. For Karen, who'd only ever teased her outer lips, entrance, or clit, this was uncharted territory.
"Ahh...!♥"
Addicted to the strange thrill, she didn't stop. Delicately parting her folds, she slipped a callused finger inside, stirring her depths. The electric jolt quenched years of celibate thirst... and then.
"...Ahng... Y-Yuseong...!♥"
Unconsciously murmuring her disciple's name mid-stroke, she startled herself.
"...W-Why did I...?"
She couldn't understand it. She was touching herself, yet Yuseong flooded her mind amid the pleasure. Guilt stabbed at her for calling her precious disciple's name while masturbating, even as an inexplicable fulfillment bloomed in her chest.
"......"
Recalling the ticklish flutter in her heart when she'd said his name, Karen resumed her slow strokes, whispering it again.
"Yu... Yuseong-ah... Hng...♥ N-No... I can't...♥"
She didn't see him that way. But imagining him now amplified the eerie pleasure wracking her body.
Apologizing inwardly to her disciple, guilt and all, she kept calling his name as she pleasured herself. She pictured his body, which she'd never really noticed before: compact, ideal muscles honed perfectly; sweat-slicked during training; the way he'd avert his eyes from her disheveled form...
"Ahh...♥"
Imagining that body. Those hands gripping a sword. Karen stroked herself, pretending they were his.
....
Night deepened. In the mansion, Karen touched herself alone. In the inn, Yuseong embraced her replica. Their actions intertwined.
"With tits like these! Rubbing against my back! Telling me to focus on mana!!"
During mana training, those damn breasts—second only to replication in disrupting his focus—earned a hard slap from Yuseong. Her replica's chest jiggled resiliently... and in the mansion, masturbating Karen flinched.
"Yu...seong...!!♥"
Her breasts tingled oddly. She kept her hands busy. She didn't know why the foreign sensations kept coming, but syncing her strokes to them brought even greater satisfaction.
"No... I'm his master...!!"
Yet she couldn't stop fantasizing about Yuseong. It started with his body, rough hands... now, him touching her.
What if Yuseong looked at me that way...?
Revisiting the possibility she'd denied earlier, she imagined his lustful gaze. The fantasy escalated: Yuseong, eyes burning, pinning her down.
-Bzzz♥ Her lower body hummed constantly now, climaxing and squirting on its own even without her hands. Her hymen felt oddly empty, tempting her to plunge her fingers through it.
No...♥ My head's going weird...♥
Clinging to the last shreds of reason, her instincts screamed it was irreversible. She pulled her hand back from her hymen.
-Slurp♥
At that instant, in the inn, Yuseong sucked hard on the red handprint on "Karen's" breast. Karen arched her back like a bow, pinching her own nipple.
"Haaangh...!!♥"
But it wasn't enough. Emptiness gnawed at her. Panting, she instinctively shoved her arm under her breast, lifting it high to bring the protruding nipple to her lips.
-Smack♥
"Mmmph...!!♥"
Her unusually large breasts made it possible. No one told her to, but she sucked her own nipple. The faint sensations roared to life; she squirted, body shuddering.
"Suck it up, Master...! Take it all!!"
As the real Karen crested lightly, Yuseong hit his limit, burying his cock to the hilt and unleashing inside her replica.
-Spurt-spurt-splurt!!♥
Hot white cum flooded her pussy, and the perfectly replicated womb welcomed it eagerly.
"Hng...!?♥"
Still trembling from aftershocks, Karen felt her lower belly warm, something filling her with bizarre fulfillment. No semen entered, but a liquid-like sensation flowed inside her.
The disconnect, fresh off squirting hard, pushed her over.
-Psst-shhh... "Ah... Aah...!!♥"
....Enough. On the bed... not just squirt or juices, but a clear stream gushed out.
....
As Karen writhed in shame, scrambling to clean up.
"Hoo...!!"
Creampie complete, Yuseong's mind cleared, sharper than ever from the afterglow. Then.
...Hm?
Through his cock, buried in her most secret depths, he sensed a familiar yet strange flow.
Mana?
The exact same quality as the mana Karen had channeled into him during training these past days.
What the hell. Does the replica hold mana too? Ah, right... I replicated her magic tools...
A tiny amount, but perfectly matching her personal mana pattern. It seeped faintly into him through his cock, linked to her pussy.
And right then.
-Whoosh!!
Having replicated even the hymen so meticulously—and just expended a bunch on glass beads—Yuseong's replication power hit zero. The replica dissolved like soap bubbles.
"...Huh?"
In that brief gap. Replication fully depleted, his body empty. Post-orgasm clarity at its peak. And that trickle of mana slipping in.
-Twitch!!
Sensing the flow, Yuseong felt something else pulse inside him—distinct from his exhausted replication power.
Similar to Karen's mana, but not quite. Resisting her faint intrusion...
"...No way. Mana?"