Laila's Unexpected Midnight Call
Why was my lust surging like this even in the middle of a call, despite my body feeling utterly exhausted? Even I thought it was pretty pathetic, but to celebrate today's victory, I decided to replicate one woman and relieve my pent-up desires anyway.
Who should it be today? I had two candidates: Karen and Laila. I'd been steadily training my replication ability, but the only living people I had enough understanding of—and samples like blood or hair from—to actually replicate were those two.
....Well, to be honest, during my recent mana training sessions, I'd made another trip to the brothel and snagged some hair from one of the prostitutes I'd been with, so if I really wanted to, I could probably replicate her. But...
No need for that. Why bother replicating a brothel girl when I could have top-tier beauties like Karen or Laila anytime I wanted? If I was gonna do that, I'd just head out to the brothel for real.
Hmm. Last time, while learning mana, I'd gotten too close to Karen and ended up replicating her to vent my lust.
Alright, Laila it is today.
I made the decision quickly, picking a woman like I was choosing dinner from a menu, and pulled a strand of purple hair from my subspace pouch.
After traveling with Laila for about a week, I'd collected plenty of her hair along the way, and by the end, we'd even had sex, so I had a good stock of her body hair.
I even deliberately kept that bloodstained cloth and bandage from her back then.
Thinking about it, it was kinda ironic. Up until that point, I'd been obsessed with creating a replica of Laila to enjoy, gathering all that hair and such... but I hadn't used a single strand until now.
For one thing, after returning to Rivil, I'd been so focused on mana training that I didn't have time for other thoughts. And the other reason...
Because I had sex with the real Laila.
Sure, it was under the succubus's influence and we weren't in our right minds, but I'd done it with the actual Laila herself, not a replica. The memory was still vivid—the ecstatic moment I'd never forget.
Having been with the real thing, my interest in replicating her had naturally faded a bit.
That experience was just too mind-blowing. It was so incredible that I worried replicating her now would only lead to disappointment in comparison, leaving me feeling empty.
So instead, I'd deliberately gone for Karen replicas or visited the brothel to build my understanding of various female bodies while venting my lust. But now, for some reason, I felt like creating a Laila replica after so long and enjoying it.
Replicate.
With Laila's blood and hair in hand, I activated my ability with practiced ease. The hair in my grasp vanished, and soon enough, a woman with that familiar purple hair appeared on my bed—one I hadn't seen in quite a while.
"Sss... Haaa..."
The moment Laila's replica materialized, I dove onto the bed, burying my face in her chest, inhaling her milky scent as I rubbed against her. Her ample breasts massaging my cheeks made the accumulated fatigue melt away in an instant.
"Laila... listen. I had such a tough day today."
By now, I was pretty used to talking to replicas. They didn't understand or respond, of course, but treating them like the original while speaking gave me this subtle satisfaction, like I was actually ravishing the real person.
I'm such a creepy bastard.
Come to think of it, Clarice said she'd look into who I was. Back then, I figured I was fine since I had no ties to any evil god cultists... but wasn't I dangerous enough on my own, evil god or not?
I'll think about that later.
And technically speaking... well, it was basically no different from jerking off with an onahole(?), so it should be safe. Probably.
-Grope♥ Grope♥
Of course, even as those useless thoughts swirled in my head, my hands kept moving. I buried my face between her voluptuous breasts, sniffing her faint body scent through my nose, while my hands slyly stripped away the clothes covering those tits.
Thanks to all the practice with replicas and brothel visits, my touch was remarkably natural now. I could feel how much my handiwork—or night skills, as they say—had improved.
And because of that—
-Perky♥
With her underwear fully off, even though I'd only touched her over her clothes, Laila's nipples were rock-hard. And when I slipped a hand lower, her body responded faithfully to my touch, steadily wetting her below.
It's not just better hand skills—I'm getting more familiar with Laila's body.
Maybe from the habit of raising understanding? My way of handling a woman's body felt like a researcher's precise examination, letting me quickly figure out exactly where and how to touch to make her react honestly.
For example, Laila...
Loves it when I squeeze her tits like I'm gonna burst them.
-Squeeze♥♥
I roughly grabbed her bare breasts, yanking them almost violently after stripping off her underwear. Pink nipples peeked through the gaps in my fingers, red handprints blooming on her skin.
This kind of touch would mix pleasure with real pain, but her body seemed to love it, twitching harder and dripping clear droplets between her thighs.
The immediate reactions every time I groped her were pretty... hot, no, alluring. But...
Still. It's a bit lacking.
The real Laila wouldn't just tremble and leak fluids—her face would melt into a sloppy expression, drool spilling as she cried out in ecstasy. Without those reactions from the replica, I couldn't shake the feeling that something was missing by about 2%.
Though replicas have their own appeal.
When pressing on her pussy or forcing my cock down her throat—rough acts like that—any real woman would instinctively resist. And if she did that while our genitals were connected, it could lead to serious injury, so I always had to hold back somewhat.
She might bite during a forced blowjob, or instinctively push me away and knee my balls...
But with a replica, no such worries. It took everything I poured into it without complaint, reacting just like a living body would—such a lewd form.
That's why my sessions with replicas tended to get pretty aggressive.
Like this.
-Glurk♥♥
"Hoo."
I gripped Laila's throat, draping her head off the bed's edge, and forced my cock down her throat. The exact opposite of a standard blowjob—this reverse deepthroat position, thrusting wildly into her mouth.
Her throat bulged visibly around my cock, saliva gushing madly from the gaps between my shaft and her lips. On a normal human, this would trigger gagging, shoving me away, or worse—teeth scraping my dick raw. But...
I didn't care.
-Squelch♥
The replica had no choice but to take whatever I dished out.
A little disappointing, but this has its own...Hm?
Lost in those thoughts while tormenting the replica, a unfamiliar sound reached my ears.
-Bzzz! Vrrr!!
The source was the communication orb I'd left out from my subspace pouch. The one Laila had given me before, which I'd never used—it was now glowing faintly and vibrating.
What the hell?
Half bewildered, half annoyed at the interruption during my fun, I reached out and picked up the orb.
This thing had never rung before, so this must mean...
A call?
Why now? And who would even call me... no way, Laila?
Only two contacts were registered on my orb: Laila, who'd gifted it, and Karen, who'd arbitrarily added herself.
Karen, whom I'd just parted with, probably wouldn't call now, leaving only one possibility...
How do I turn this off?
I didn't know why Laila was calling now, or at this hour, but the timing sucked. I was in the middle of relieving myself with her replica, after all.
A chill ran down my spine, my mind sharpening as I fumbled awkwardly with the orb, trying to silence it. But as a total newbie...
-Click.
"Ah."
A familiar face appeared on the transparent orb, and soon Laila, with a pouty expression, snapped from the other side.
"...Laila?"
It was nice seeing Laila's face after so long. She seemed to feel the same; despite her grumbling, a faint smile tugged at her lips.
Can she see my face? No way it's showing the whole room, right?!
Unlike Laila's subtle smile, I was in full panic mode, eyes darting wildly. Too flustered to even think of unsummoning the replica, I stammered incoherently.
But luckily...
Laila could apparently only see my face, pointing out my expression with a haughty mutter.
Having dodged the insane situation of showing Laila her own naked replica(?), I let out a sigh of relief and decided to chat with her since I'd already answered.
"What's up, er, what's up, Laila?"
So that's why Laila called out of the blue—she'd given me the communication orb and was worried (or curious) since I hadn't even checked in.
I appreciated her kindness, but... the timing was terrible.
"Sorry for not calling. But... isn't it a bit late for this?"
I subtly hinted I wanted to end the call by mentioning the hour, and Laila's pouty face stiffened as she checked something.
She lightly patted her cheek, composing herself before speaking.
Realizing even she thought calling in the dead of night was rude, Laila apologized readily.
I accepted it with a small sigh.
The mood's killed.
Right when I'd pulled back from the replica, the real Laila calls... leaving my arousal half-baked and unsatisfied, a subtle irritation building.
Noticing my darkening expression, perhaps? Laila, who'd been about to chew me out for not calling, suddenly flipped, peeking at my mood and apologizing.
"...Nah, not sleeping."
But seeing her gauge my mood like that, I couldn't bring myself to snap, so I reassured her.
Still, this Laila, peeking at my mood? The haughty, prideful one? Why was her attitude so softened?
...Hmm.
Sensing her unusually gentle demeanor, I glanced at the still-naked replica lying beside me.
Fixating on it, Laila fidgeted and kept apologizing.
...Hmm?
Gazing at the stripped replica while hearing Laila's voice, my wilted cock twitched back to life, hardening again.
-Throb♥
Why? The mood was dead, so what part made excitement surge again? Sure, her naked body was tempting, but in this situation with her voice... the voice?
"...Hm. Hmmm..."
I alternated glances between Laila on the orb and the replica on the bed, my cock gradually swelling larger.
Recalling that subtle disappointment from earlier with the replica, I looked at the real, slightly dejected Laila.
"Hold on, Laila."
Sip.
This felt seriously wrong... but once I imagined the scenario, it was impossible to hold back...
Screw it.
"I-I mean, I wasn't sleeping anyway... wanna chat a bit?"
I stopped Laila, who seemed disappointed and ready to hang up, suggesting we talk more.
-Squish♥
.....Out of sight of the orb, slipping my finger into the replica Laila's pussy.