Go, Machine!
The thing rising from the center of the operating table was made of a translucent silicone… ah, forget it, I'm not explaining. It was a dildo.
A thick, smoothly sculpted column of a model (a tedious, pedantic description, yes, but it was a dildo), with lubricant sprayed from inside the machine sliding slickly down its length.
The sight of it looked for all the world like a bead of pre-cum welling up in an instant.
Four metal arms clamped down hard behind Clone No. 1's knees, spreading her into an M-shape, and aimed the pillar straight at the center of her crotch like an artillery emplacement taking its bearings.
Creeeak.
And in it went.
The sedated body of Yukel's Clone No. 1 jolted with a sharp electric spasm.
It was a clone carrying an incomplete, uneducated soul, so no tidy words left its mouth — just a long lolling tongue and a broken neck, too busy spilling moans to do anything else.
"Ah, ah… aahng…?!"
The machine pillar was thick enough to dwarf any grown man by a wide margin. Her narrow, virginal flesh had no time to adjust before it came flooding in — the column pressed so deep into her that her lower belly bulged visibly with its shape.
The pistoning began.
The machine arms drove the long model in and dragged it back out again at a steady, savage rhythm.
Shlop, shlop.
Every time the model withdrew, lubricant smacked wetly and her small folds were taut, dragged outward, flushed red and swollen.
"Ah, ahn…! Nn-aaahn…!"
The stimulation was fierce enough to burn straight through the sedative — No. 1's feet went white and numb, and the muscles of her inner thighs trembled uncontrollably.
The machine does not stop.
Vrrr, vrrrr.
The machinery working beneath the operating table spewed out more lubricant without mercy. The clear, slippery fluid ran down No. 1's thighs and puddled across the floor beneath her.
Grnnnh….
Each time the machine pillar bore down without restraint on the deepest inner wall, a beast-like moan leaked from No. 1's mouth.
"Aah, haa… nngh…!"
No. 1's narrow hole had already surrendered to the machine. The wet, creaking drag of flesh being pulled taut echoed through the entire observation room.
Two of the machine arms had taken hold of the nipples on No. 1's chest in pincer grips, yanking and rocking them without a shred of mercy.
Under pleasure assailing her from above and below at once, No. 1's eyes rolled fully back — the so-called ahegao face….
Yukel's eyes turned pink.
"Wh-wha… what the hell is that crazy bastard doing to my clone…?!"
Shame and lust. An easy woman to read.
Yukel bit down hard on her lip and set her hand against the glass. Her hand shook like a leaf, but her face was flushed crimson. Watching her own body violated by a machine — maybe she was projecting onto the clone — her shoulders heaved, and saliva pooled on her lower lip.
…Is she out of her mind?
I asked, offhand.
"Yukel, want me to stop the experiment?"
"D-don't call me by my name!"
I paused for a beat. Should I really throw just one punch?
That bitch, tossing around my real name like it's nothing….
Hah. I let out a long sigh.
Twitching her thighs as she spectated her own violation — what a remarkable woman.
And I'd been a man myself until four years ago, so I was finding the sight of Yukel's clone coming undone rather enjoyable too. A woman bound tight and screwed senseless by a dildo, in real life? Good lord.
Tentacles are practically a regular around here — I've seen that one enough times — but a machine? That's a genuinely rare show, you know.
The machine never rested, ravaging No. 1's womb over and over, and from an entrance that had been virgin only minutes ago, love juices and lubricant churned together and burst outward in a steady, filthy overflow.
"Ah, nngh! Nn-aaah!"
Her hips bucked upward. The nipples on her chest swelled stiff and hard.
Then the small pincers at the ends of the metal arms shifted shape, morphing into something like a milking device.
Chuppp….
It was sucking.
That was the moment.
A chill crept up behind me, along with a cloying, sickly-sweet scent.
"Team Leader…."
"Hm?"
"Why are you watching so intently?"
Sirin rested her chin on my shoulder and stared straight into my pupils with those star-shaped ones of hers.
"I-I was just observing the experiment."
"Liar."
"……."
"Team Leader, your face is super red."
Sirin pressed her lips right up against the nape of my neck. I could feel her breath along the line of my throat.
"That…."
"Does that fake body hanging over there, moaning like a cheap little slut, please you that much?"
"I told you, no. Why should I even be explaining myself to you? I'm your superior!"
"……."
"Can't look me in the eye? Want a beating?"
Sirin wrapped her arms tight around my waist. Her big, heavy breasts pressed flush against my back, and her body heat soaked through to me. She caught my wrist, and tried to drag my hand down under her skirt.
"Stop staring at someone else's and touch mine instead."
"What the — aren't you going to pull your hand back?!"
"Doesn't matter, does it? Team Leader 2 is out of her mind watching her own body anyway."
My head throbbed.
The moment her words sank in, I shifted my gaze to Yukel. She had her forehead pressed against the glass, hauling in breath after ragged breath — hah, hah — her whole body shaking.
Beyond the glass, the clone reached climax. Reached it again. And again, and again, and again… over and over without end.
The machine's pistoning speed kept accelerating, No. 1's lower belly bulging with the shape of her womb only to cave back in, bulge and cave, bulge and cave.
Every time the machine dildo stabbed into the clone's innermost, most precious place, a fountain erupted from her.
"Haaahn! Aaaahn…! Nnaah…!"
No. 1's body went rigid. Her muscles locked solid.
The dildo drove in to the very root — and then the operating table simply shut down.
Clear fluid had soaked the table and every machine arm through, and the clone, showing nothing but the whites of her eyes, began to convulse. With each shudder of her body, froth-flecked liquid welled up and spilled out from between her legs.
Vweee.
Chnk!
With a mechanical whine, the column withdrew.
A wet creak — and liquid still trickled steadily from No. 1's hole.
Yukel sank to the floor, her face gone completely scarlet, while Sirin, chin still propped on my shoulder, turned toward me an expression of glacial blankness….
Blankness? Why?
Your Cube is scanning Jeong Su-jeong!
"This is no fun if it's this easy. So in the end you were just an ordinary human after all? Grinning like an idiot over a little memory tampering. Tch."
"…You."
"Huh? Didn't take, then! That's my Team Leader for you! I always believed in you!"
I frowned. Only now did everything click into place.
A square. What it pursues is the complete Jeong Su-jeong. Six paths, three walls, nine pillars.
"— Relic, come."
BOOM!
An explosion sounded in the distance. BOOM, BOOM, BOOM! The sound came racing closer. The corridor wall burst open and alarms began to scream — the concrete collapsed inward as if detonated from within.
Grnnnn.
Out of the dust emerged a black cube. A cube sized ambiguously, about two palm-widths across, with thin silver lines etched into each of its six faces — a masterpiece of the Black Gate.
"Ooh… Team Leader, that's amazing!"
"Explain."
"You can't kill me, Team Leader. You know that."
Pressure bore down on my skull. I understood at once.
"Lee Sirin. Effective immediately, I am reclassifying you as a humanoid anomaly. You are under containment."
"Oh."
"Alteration — the act of overwriting something that already exists into something else entirely… most likely the manipulation of human thought and emotion. Am I right?"
"Wow, your whole way of talking changes when you get serious, Team Leader. But Senior, are your muscles okay?"
Muscles?
I clenched my fist. My fingers wouldn't move. Same with my arm, my shoulder — nothing would move at all.
"Muscle orientation — redirect."
Krrk.
The cube turned. My relic. The supreme art the Black Gate had unveiled — the black cube. A power centered on the cube that bends laws and rules alike.
I clenched my fist. My fingers, my arm, the joints and muscles of my shoulder began to move.
CRACK!
My glove swept a hair's breadth from Sirin's cheek. Several strands of blonde hair fell away, sliced clean through. Sirin leapt backward to put distance between us.
"Whoa! That's cheating!"
"Die."
I ejected my body forward. Krrk. The cube turned.
Sirin folded at the waist to dodge my lunge — past the limits of human joints, bent literally in half. Even folded like that, she rolled only her eyeballs to track my movement. Superhuman dynamic vision. A monster, through and through.
I drove my fist into empty air.
CRACK!
A detonation. Sirin straightened herself and tilted her head, puzzled.
"Senior, why did you just punch the air all of a sudden…?"
"Impact — rightward."
Krrk.
The cube turned. The direction of the shockwave and energy branching from my fist twisted — space folded.
CRACK!
Sirin's body bent double with a creak, hurtled toward the wall, and slammed into it.
Yukel shouted.
"Hey! I'm still in here — watch your output!"
"…You've figured out the situation, right?"
"Yeah! Your junior was an anomaly all along! I was wondering why you two suddenly started brawling!"
"She's psychic-class, so call in your own gear."
"On it!"
Sirin, plastered against the wall in an impossible shape, pressed her fingers into the cracked surface and pushed herself upright. Her blonde hair hung limp, cascading downward. She was still smiling.
"Senior, you really are fun."
"I hate you. You're not fun at all. So die."
"You're supposed to capture anomalies alive, remember? Isn't that basic common sense?"
"My instincts are screaming at me right now that you have to die here. And… I trust my instincts."
Dangerous. I have to kill her.
Sirin leapt. In an instant, she vanished from sight.
Krrk.
The cube rotated.
"My body — center — repel."
BANG!
Sirin, mid-lunge toward me, went flying off somewhere. Speed too fast for the eye… a psychic ability… and durability enough to shrug off an attack of this caliber. Unnatural on every count.
My back felt like it was being torn apart.
Using my own body as the fulcrum really does take a toll.
Hoo. A deep breath.
"Senior!"
"Target! Sirin's gravity — four directions!"
Krrk.
The cube rotated. Gravitational pulls in four different directions seized Sirin's two arms and two legs; her body spun in midair and locked itself between the wall and the ceiling.
Clawing my blurring consciousness back together, I pressed down hard on the button of my glove.
Ca-chunk.
I clenched my fist.
"Senior… are you actually going to kill me?"
"……."
Star-shaped pupils. Fixation. Her gaze — of course. So that's the activation condition for her ability….
But it's fine. I have my goggles….
My goggles? Since when?
Just how long has even the researchers' standard equipment been…?