Second Revenge 2
U Mi-young's case had been simple. Since the fake U Mi-young retained all the memories of the real one intact, I could hear it straight from her own mouth. But Gu Mirae was different. She was a shell. A replica cloned from T-12's Gu Mirae at the height of her desires. The only thing was, I knew her greatest desire had been me. She had been replicated right at the moment she craved me the most. When exactly had that been? It would've been nice if I could just talk to the shell...
Thud, thud.
I trailed behind her as she stepped off the subway and walked. An anxious young woman in an uncertain society, Gu Mirae pushed through each grueling day haunted by fear and dread. While reading BL novels and dreaming of some twisted prince charming, she ended up making the worst possible choice. Ra Seung-gun, that poisoned chalice. In a way, her decision made perfect sense. A doctor in his early thirties with proven wealth and, for a doctor, decent looks. During their dating phase, he'd probably hidden his sleazy doctor instincts and gaslit her masterfully. With her limited early-twenties dating experience, Ra Seung-gun must've seemed like a solid pick. Her friends and family would've recommended him too, no doubt...
As I followed her, I reflected on my twenty-year-old self. A life of luxury without my father's absence ever causing hardship. The golden spoon path was smooth sailing. No fear of failure, since I could always try again. And honestly, aside from marriage, my life had no real failures. Until diabetes hit, I never feared the future either. Everything came easy.
"Hoo..."
Was pancreatic cancer punishment for my arrogance and hubris, known only to me? But now I understood. Sticking to safe paths yields nothing new. You only dig a well when you're thirsty, and in the desert, you find oases by taking the side roads. Falling into this hell... maybe it was all a setup to forge me into a complete human.
Gu Mirae arrived at her destination and entered a familiar apartment complex. I rode the same elevator as her, but she paid me no mind. She'd never imagine I'd be in there with her. She went into unit 1001. I quietly commanded Jejeop.
The door opened easily. With Jejeop around, locked doors were no issue.
Her place had a warm pastel vibe, just as expected—cute, feminine decor all the way. But the golf bag in the corner of the living room and the thick medical books on the shelf screamed Ra Seung-gun's presence.
No wedding photos, so they haven't had the ceremony yet... They're cohabiting.
In T-12, they'd probably tied the knot, but here, no ceremony. Obvious from the lack of wedding pics. They'd just grabbed a place first and moved in together.
Swish. Rustle.
Gu Mirae came in and started shedding her outer layers. I moved silently, footsteps muffled, so the shell hadn't noticed me yet. She dropped her bag on the sofa and headed straight to the kitchen. She grabbed a water bottle from the fridge and chugged it, her pale nape glowing white. After finishing, she stripped off the rest without hesitation—blouse, skirt, stockings... all hitting the floor one by one. Bra and panties followed as she made for the bathroom. Her panties and stockings were crusty with my dried cum.
Hearing the shower, I slipped quietly into what looked like Ra Seung-gun's study. Antique oak desk, hefty leather chair, medical books splayed open—studying at home, huh?
"Hoh? Still hitting the books?"
Doubtful. Dust coated the pages. How Belphegor replicated environments down to the details was a mystery. If the whole world got cloned at a specific point, with personal updates layered on... that might explain it. I'd ask Belphegor myself someday.
Laptop on the desk, plugged in. Papers mostly hospital-related. From what I knew, the real-world Ra Seung-gun had liquidated his hospital stake for a startup. This shell-world version was still a practicing doctor.
"Let's see... this sleazy fuck. He met Shin Serin as a patient and cheated, right?"
Guys who buried themselves in books during school turn perverted when their status skyrockets. Nangryun was proof, and I knew plenty of doctor buddies like that. Snickering, I rummaged through his desk drawers. These types hoard trophies like serial killers collecting nail clippings or pubes. Bingo—sex tapes.
Drawers seemed empty at first glance, but the first one was shallower than the others. Hidden compartment. I pried up the wooden base, and sure enough...
"Ra Seung-gun... so this was your trophy."
A USB drive. Plugged it into the laptop—folders named after people. Shin Serin's name was there, packed with videos of their romps. Swallowing my rage, I pocketed the USB. Instinct said this intel worked in the real world too.
"Ra Seung-gun... consider yourself fucked."
Then, the bathroom door opened. Steam billowed as Gu Mirae emerged into the living room, robe loosely tied, wet hair dripping. Flushed cheeks, moist lips—she looked even more sensual. Water trailed down her sleek body. Her small, perky tits were plenty cute in that slender frame.
Did they shrink even more? Nah, probably imagination.
For a slender body to look erotic, it needs a cinched waist and plump hips. Gu Mirae, who'd worked her ass off on hers, was a goddess back there. She plopped on the sofa and flicked on the TV. Meaningless shell-world drivel played. Staring blankly, her hand drifted to her chest. She parted the robe slightly and started teasing her nipple.
Complex about her small tits, huh...
She massaged her breasts, stimulating the milk lines—an effort to grow them. Huh? She circled her small mounds slowly. Fingers grazed the areola softly, inching toward the center. Her touch grew bolder. Thumb and index pinched the pink nipple, twisting lightly before rolling it gently. Just like I'd done to her.
"Haa... haa..."
Moans filled the living room as her robe fell fully open. Her pale body gleamed transparently under the lights. One hand kept fondling her breast; the other slid downward slowly.
The technique I taught her.
Exactly the pattern from our company pantry romps or empty conference room trysts. Even after work, oxytocin and mirror neuron echoes lingered. She hiked the robe fully and caressed her pussy. A faint, muffled whimper escaped her lips.
"Hng... haa..."
I stripped silently and approached from behind. Lost in masturbation, she didn't notice. I blindfolded her eyes and slipped prepared AirPods into her ears. Her movements slowed as sight and sound cut off—Nangryun's trick for blocking vision and hearing. Shells get hypersensitive to other senses and imagination kicks in, mistaking it for their desired target.
I embraced her from behind as her juices started flowing, lifting her lightly. Her heart pounded. I sat on the sofa first, settling her atop me—facing each other, nestled cozy against my chest.
Blindfolded and deafened, Gu Mirae's face flushed. She gently stroked my hard cock with her hand.
"Thinking I'm her husband?"
Who else would whip out a boner in her own home? Natural reaction. I teased her outer labia with my tip, ready to thrust. But then—she grabbed it roughly, redirecting to her ass. Guarding her pussy fiercely.
"Protecting your pussy... for me."
Touching. Even when her husband wanted it, she held the line.
"Why guard your virgin pussy so desperately for me? You're married, aren't you? This hardcore?"
After all our creampies at work, her ironclad defense puzzled me. The real-world Gu Mirae I'd met was still a virgin, sparking the question. Because she desired sex with me? Something more explained it.
"I assumed too casually. There's another reason."
For now, I obliged, sliding into her ass. Electric pleasure hit as I gripped her waist. She stiffened, realizing the size. Panic flickered on her face. She tilted her head to look, but the blindfold blocked it. I seized her chin for a rough kiss. Tongues tangled in a wet, eel-like frenzy. Her hips S-curved in rhythm. Pleasure crumbling her. She sensed something off but clung tight, lost in ecstasy. Well-lubed now, her movements flowed naturally. Face-to-face let me plunge deep—her favorite.
Chup, chup, chup, chup, chup.
Her back arched in bliss, climax building fast. Legs wrapped my waist—deeper signal.
"Hngaaaah~"
She cried out wordlessly, orgasming. Her ass spasmed, squeezing me. Clench-release repeating as she peaked.
"Haaaang~"
Strength drained; arms flopped down limply. Perfect bliss loosened her body. Easy to thrust now—out it slipped. Couldn't miss the chance! I bucked up hard; her body floated up. On landing, I gripped her waist and ground into the hole. Cock speared to her cervix in seconds. Pussy already slick and gaping—no resistance.
"Kyaaaah!!"
Then—she screamed, convulsing. Bit her lip till it bled. Heart racing like mad. Half-mad, thrashing to escape my cock.
"What? Just from pussy penetration?"
Feeling her tight grip, I clamped her waist. No escape. Figured she'd enjoy it once accustomed. But blood trickled from her mouth. She clawed her own throat, self-harming. Aimed to kill herself—I yanked off the blindfold and AirPods in shock.
"Gu Mirae! It's me, Assistant Manager Park Woojin. Calm down, please!"
Her bloodshot eyes shook violently, locking on me. A sigh escaped; her heartbeat slowed. She'd just tried to end it all. I was rattled too, heart pounding.
"Gu Mirae..."
She stared, then relaxed into a tight hug. The weirdness faded, and suddenly—her vaginal walls clenched down hard again.