Chapter 172: Does a Clone Count as Part of the Mother-Daughter Combo? (3)
Frederica’s top was already torn open by me, the buttons ripped off, leaving her completely exposed, with only a thin piece of underwear barely covering her most precious spot.
Although I had seen this sight earlier in the day, at that time, my mind was focused only on getting it in, so I hadn’t had a chance to properly admire her. Now, I carefully removed the wet, sticky underwear soaked with bodily fluids.
‘Hmm? It’s different from what I saw earlier.’
Earlier in the day, it had appeared quiet and properly closed, but now, with her natural lubrication dripping out, it gleamed and looked as though it had blossomed. Her pink inner walls were slightly exposed, emitting a sweet, seductive scent.
At first, I thought it was just normal female lubrication, but strangely… it made me feel drowsy yet invigorated. My lower half began working overtime again, producing semen as if my body were becoming excessively healthy.
‘Could it be similar to Frederica’s saliva mixed with water?’
Unsure, I leaned closer to Frederica’s pussy, which she was too dazed to react to, and gave it a tentative lick with my tongue.
“Ahh! What are you doing?!”
“This much is normal.”
The moment I licked her fluids, mixed with her juices, and swallowed them, a sharp tingling sensation ran through my tongue. Instantly, all the fatigue from earlier, after my previous ejaculation, vanished. Instead, I felt as though my physical condition had reached its peak—or even exceeded it.
‘Is this… really the same as her saliva?’
“This body isn’t meant for that. It wasn’t created for such purposes…”
“If that’s the case, you shouldn’t have made it like Number 3 at all.”
I gently spread her folds with my fingers. The entrance was tight, but it looked like I could barely manage to get in.
“Looking closely, your hymen’s shape is similar to your mother’s.”
“Ah, no… Don’t compare! That’s just a coincidence… And wait, are you seriously going to do this to this body?”
“Why don’t you ask your lower half what it thinks?”
As I lightly pressed the tip of my cock against her entrance, her pussy, which had been slightly open like a blooming flower, began to twitch, trying to suck me in bit by bit.
“I’m not mentally prepared yet…”
“I know this much: if we wait for you to be mentally prepared, it’ll never happen. That’s why you’ve gone 300 years without it.”
“You’re… really good at poking at someone’s weaknesses—Ahhh!”
While she was lost in thought, I grabbed her waist and thrust hard.
Perhaps because her body was smaller and her hole tighter, or because she was responding in real time, or maybe her hymen was unusually fresh and elastic—it was tight enough to squeeze down on the head of my cock, making it hard to penetrate.
But I wasn’t about to give up. Channeling mana into the head of my cock, I pushed forward forcibly, trying to break through.
“Ahh… Ughhh… It hurts… This is too painful!”
On the surface, her hymen didn’t look particularly thick—it was a thin membrane through which you could almost see the inside. Yet strangely, it didn’t tear easily.
‘What’s going on? Is something stuck?’
I withdrew my cock and carefully spread Frederica’s swollen red hole to check inside. Her hymen, torn at the edges by the force of my thrusts, was visible. To the naked eye, it didn’t seem particularly thick. It looked like it was about to tear completely with just a little more pressure.
Her hymen began regenerating.
The opening that had been torn by the head of my cock quickly closed back up. The parts that had been forcibly stretched as I pushed in were now returning to their original state, reinforcing themselves to block me again. Seeing this, I finally understood why it was so difficult to penetrate.
“Your hymen… it regenerates?”
“This body wasn’t made for that purpose! It’s designed to recover from damage in case of injury!”
Even the vaginal walls, which had been forcibly stretched during my attempt to enter, began to shrink and close, as if time had reversed. After watching for a moment, I saw her pussy return to the same tight state it was in before I had tried to penetrate it—so tight that even a finger would have trouble getting in.
However, just because it regenerated didn’t mean there was no pain. Frederica lay on top of her original body, gasping and trembling from the pain of her hymen being torn and then regenerating.
Originally, I had planned to take it easy.
But honestly, this situation was starting to hurt my pride.
When a man pulls out his cock, it’s supposed to go in somewhere, and yet here I was, struggling to even break her hymen. After all that effort to stretch her body and have it remember my shape, it just regenerated back to the way it was?
At this point, it was a matter of pride.
“So… don’t use this body anymore…”
I grabbed Frederica’s legs as she lay sprawled naked on top of her original body, trembling, and flipped her over to face me.
To ensure she wouldn’t fall or move, I lifted the original body’s arms and positioned them to hold Frederica like a mother cradling her child. I then secured her body between the original body’s legs, preventing her from sliding or rolling away.
“W-what are you trying to do now…?”
Still weakened by the pain of destruction and regeneration, Frederica, trembling in fear, spread her pale thighs as I positioned myself between them.
“It seems this body isn’t possible after all. Wouldn’t it be better to give up?”
“Phew… Frederica, among men, there’s a saying.”
“What are you trying to say now?”
“When a man pulls out his cock, it has to go into something—even a knot in a tree.”
“…Didn’t you already pull it out and cum once? You filled my original body’s belly so much that it’s swollen, and now you’re saying that’s not enough?”
“Even though this only causes pain for both of us because it keeps regenerating, why are you so obsessed with this?”
"Because... there's a pussy there."
Hearing this, Frederica looked up at me with a dazed expression, as if she realized she couldn’t argue with me any further.
"Still... didn’t you dis kind of thing? Didn’t you say before that you preferred something like Number 3, with bigger breasts and a more developed lower body? You talked a lot about how this one barely met the standards or how it was on the edge of failing."
"Actually, those standards were something I set back when I thought of myself as the male Frederic Endymion. Once I learned the original was a woman, it already far exceeded those standards. In fact, doesn’t this prove it?"
As if to respond to my words, my erect cock throbbed noticeably. Seeing this, Frederica didn’t try to stop me anymore.
"…To think you’re so determined to penetrate this body. If it’s just sexual desire, there are plenty of other ways to satisfy it. You could wait a bit, make a homunculus, and release your urges that way."
"Once I’ve set my sights on a woman I like, I can’t rest until I’ve had her."
At this, Frederica closed her eyes briefly, then opened them to look at me directly.
"If it’s to this extent, then as your senior, it’s my duty to accept it. Are you ready?"
Using both hands, she spread her thighs wide and used her fingers to open her pussy, revealing the pink folds like a blooming flower. Once again, I pressed the head of my cock against her entrance.
"Even if it regenerates repeatedly, there’s a limit to regeneration. I’ll pierce through it in one blow!"
I steadied the head of my cock while spreading her entrance slightly with my fingers. Frederica, biting her lip to brace against the pain, watched as I focused all my strength into making a single decisive thrust to spare her from prolonged agony.
Without further words, I began to penetrate her.
Her hymen desperately resisted the intrusion, trying to block out my cock, but I held her trembling hands and put my full weight into pushing forward. Finally, I succeeded in forcing the head and shaft of my cock into her narrow, tight pussy.
The intense pain of her flesh tearing caused Frederica to involuntarily shed tears and bite down slightly on her tongue. However, the pain also allowed me to finally penetrate her body.
‘It’s definitely… hotter in here!’
The difference in body size made her vaginal walls tighter, but once inside, I noticed similarities to her original body. In particular, there was a protrusion about midway along her pelvis that rubbed against the head of my cock.
‘The overall structure is similar, just smaller in scale.’
While the internal ridges of her pussy and the placement of the protrusion were slightly different from her original body, the squeezing patterns and reactions of her muscles were familiar. As I held her waist and pelvis, I felt her body tremble subtly, as if trying to respond to my touch. It became clear that bloodlines couldn’t lie.
Her face still flushed red with pain, Frederica gasped for breath. Watching her struggle, I whispered the thoughts running through my mind into her ear.
"Come to think of it, this feels like I’m fucking both the mother and daughter at the same time."
"Wh-what kind of perverted nonsense is that…? Both of them are me!"
"But this body, born from the egg of that larger body, would technically be considered a daughter, wouldn’t it?"
As I said this, the tightness of her pussy changed noticeably.
‘It seems she hadn’t thought about it that way.’
"To think a mother and daughter are being fucked by the same man at the same time. What an experience you’ll never have anywhere else…"
"S-stop talking! This body and the original aren’t like that…! It’s just a clone made from the original egg…"
"But the position of the nipples, the shape of the navel, and even the pelvis proportions are slightly different. This body has a larger ratio overall. Similar, but subtly different…"
I leaned in close and whispered the undeniable truth into Frederica’s ear again, despite her attempts to deny it.
"At the end of the day, isn’t this body a daughter?"
From my perspective above, Frederica’s original body, which supported her current one, looked like a depraved mother holding her daughter steady so she could be fucked.
And Frederica herself, lying cradled in the arms of her original body as I thrust into her, seemed like a daughter reluctantly offered up by her mother to a man.
As these thoughts ran through my mind, I couldn’t hold back anymore. Still buried inside her, I flipped Frederica’s body so she would face her original body’s peaceful expression.
"Alright, now say hello to your mother. Tell her, ‘Mom, I became a woman too.’"
"Ugh… Stop it… Stop…! What kind of nonsense are you even saying?!"
"Like Number 3, who was born from the same body, Frederica should also thank her mother. You should say, ‘Thanks for creating me with such a lewd body…’"
"That’s not true! I… I only made this body for creating elixirs…"
"If that were the case, you wouldn’t have included a gender, unlike Number 2 or Number 3. And yet, you have these sensitive nipples, and your pussy is squeezing me tightly while dripping fluids…"
As I stroked Frederica’s head and gently pressed my fingers against her lips to silence her protests, I whispered in her ear.
"You couldn’t use the original body to be embraced by a man, so you made this body instead, didn’t you? To be fucked by a man."
Frederica always said the same thing when discussing Number 3.
Homunculi are designed for their intended purpose. Unnecessary functions are never added due to practicality and efficiency.
By that logic, the fact that Frederica’s first body had a hymen, a pussy, and even sensitive nipples could only mean one thing—it was made to be fucked by a man.
"So, from the perspective of the mother who created this body, shouldn’t you say, ‘Thank you for fucking the lewd daughter I made for you’?"
"I… I don’t want to! Don’t make me say such shameful things!”