"I don't think there's any point in keeping them in suspense any longer; no matter how much they stare at us, they can't possibly find any difference…," Lucy transmitted telepathically to her two clones, who had been clinging to Rina's and Yara's arms for several minutes, trying to make them take their side in the contest to determine which one was the real Lucy.
But it seemed that Lucy was no longer on the same wavelength as her clones.
"Heh, do you think we can't tell the real reason your sense of responsibility suddenly kicked in? You're just pissed because you've got the least chance of being chosen…," replied the clone whose target was Yara, who — as if to spite the original Lucy — became even more insistent, rubbing her chest firmly against Yara's arm.
"Don't you feel how soft I am? How has my temperature risen because of you? How could I possibly be a fake?" she asked Yara, her tone full of temptation making Yara dizzy for a few moments, like downing a quick glass of old wine.
"…Umm, yes…," Yara answered almost involuntarily. Well, it wasn't that she was completely seduced by the beauty — she simply couldn't find anything wrong with this Lucy; both her appearance and behavior matched what Yara knew.
Besides, even if the Lucy next to her wasn't real but a very realistic substitute created through a combination of Lucy's physical and illusionary skills, it was still Lucy speaking through her. So treating this one coldly would mean being cold to Lucy herself, wouldn't it?
Yara couldn't help but complain to herself: was this the sort of situation someone new to a relationship could handle? Or rather, probably no one had ever been put in this kind of challenge by their girlfriend before. Well, now there were two of them: her and Rina. Not knowing exactly what Lucy wanted from them, Yara decided the best course of action was to behave in a way that made Lucy happy whenever she felt like putting on a performance — in other words, to play along.
As for figuring out which body was the real Lucy, Yara had thought of a solution, but it would be difficult to put into practice.
Having used a combination of skills herself, she knew how demanding that was. She believed that if they could somehow make Lucy lose concentration, Lucy would certainly start making mistakes while controlling her substitutes. But how could they do that? The most straightforward method was for one of them to take Lucy's three clones in turn and kiss them almost until they faint, while the other watched the remaining two to see if any glitch occurred. It sounded good on paper, but in practice, it was more difficult: which of them could possibly dominate Lucy in a kiss if Lucy got serious?
Besides, it was hard to believe Lucy would cooperate. Looking at the Lucy beside Rina — who behaved similarly to the one trying to seduce her — Yara suspected Lucy wanted to keep up the charade for a while longer.
"But now? What do you think about this temperature?" Lucy beside her interrupted Yara's thoughts. She hadn't been thrilled to see that, after all her efforts, Yara still didn't have eyes only for her. But it wasn't as if Lucy didn't have other tricks up her sleeve.
"Well, I really can't tell…," Yara began, thinking Lucy was referring again to her body temperature. But suddenly she noticed something strange: her left hand felt uncharacteristically hot and sweaty, as if it had been held over a pot of boiling water.
"!!!!", Yara panicked when she looked down — when had her hand ended up between Lucy's legs?
The other Lucy, entangled with Rina at that moment, may not have said anything after hearing the original Lucy's comment, but that was probably because she agreed with the Lucy near Yara; her actions made it clear she didn't want the moment to end either.
Maybe she hadn't gone as far with the seduction, but that was because it didn't take much to fluster Rina, who was the most innocent of the three; arguing that now that she knew the situation, it would be easier to tell if something was wrong, she had convinced Rina to kiss her again.
Lucy had a hard time keeping herself from swearing at her clones' attitude. She could understand that they were sexually excited — who wouldn't be, faced with young, extremely attractive women panting, lips flushed and glistening with saliva? But Lucy didn't know why they seemed so pleased that she'd been left out; it couldn't be that she secretly fantasized about putting a green hat on herself, could it?
'These two really aren't taking me seriously; I guess as long as our minds aren't fused, I can't make them do what I want? Maybe I told myself I wouldn't touch their minds using the methods provided by the Blood Clones skill, but that doesn't mean I won't hesitate to use one of the classic methods to infiltrate someone's mind. In this case, the most suitable would be a physical one, especially for that slut rubbing against Yara. Yes, as long as you subjugate someone's body, you subjugate their mind too. And since I know all the sensitive spots, this will be no challenge…,' Lucy thought she'd been patient with her clones long enough. It was true that the two were in a much more stressful situation than she was, but that didn't give them the right to wrong her; standing on the sidelines with a cake in hand, she felt like she was begging for attention.
So Lucy put the cake away in her storage space to free her hands, then teleported behind the clone entangled with Yara. She seized her, squeezing one of her breasts firmly, and slipped her other hand from behind between the clone's legs, right next to Yara's.
"Gulp!", Lucy's clone knew she was in trouble. But now it was too late; she knew herself well: when she was angry, reason stopped working.
"What's with that frightened look? I just thought that since the situation is a bit weird, Yara might be a little overwhelmed, so I came to lend Yara a hand. We can't let you set out so sexually aroused, can we? To avoid any accidents, you must have a clear mind…," Lucy said in a tone full of friendliness.
Anyone who saw Lucy's smiling expression at that moment might have taken it for sincerity, but the other Lucy, whom she held captive, had no doubt that her actions were not well-intentioned; the force of Lucy's grip was proof enough that she intended to punish her.
However, Lucy's attempt to keep a compassionate image in front of Yara made the second Lucy hope there was still a chance to get away.
'Also, we're supposed to be the same person in less than twelve hours, so anything she does to me now she'll remember as if she experienced it herself; I don't think I'm the type to enjoy accumulating embarrassing memories, right?', she thought, hoping the other her was bluffing; who would want to be dominated in front of their new lover? Well, maybe some people would, but she didn't believe she had that hobby.
Not to mention that being put in such a weak position would destroy the image she had worked hard to cultivate in her lovers' minds.
Anyway, with nothing to lose, she decided to try to appease the original Lucy, planning to argue that her actions hadn't been that extreme.
"Well, it's not like I intended to let her… Ahhh!!!"
Unfortunately, the original Lucy didn't give her a chance to finish her thought; irritated that the other her didn't seem at all remorseful, she gave in to instinct and bit the back of the clone's neck like a tomcat mating with a female cat.
The surprise attack completely weakened the second Lucy's body; probably if she hadn't been supported by the hands of the original Lucy and Yara between her legs, she would have collapsed to the ground.
'Why the hell does this body have so many weak points?' the second Lucy couldn't help swearing inwardly; her body was truly too easy to suppress when it fell into the hands of a pretty girl. Remembering that the system had considered all her attributes when deciding her class, she told herself she should be grateful she hadn't been assigned a sex-related class.
But this weakness didn't last more than two or three seconds, because her muscles began to contract violently under the influence of the electric impulses generated by the rapid movements of the hand between her legs —to be clear, it wasn't static electricity from rubbing against the fabric of the pants, but sexual stimulation; the panties and trousers didn't just fail to protect her lower lips, they amplified sensation because their friction was greater than skin-on-skin.
'What the hell is happening?', Yara watched the interaction between the two Lucys with her mouth open, her hand still between the second Lucy's legs.
Well, she couldn't say she didn't like what she saw, but believing she was dealing with just one Lucy, she didn't understand why Lucy was putting on this display. Did Lucy want to tell them to be harsher with her during intimate contact?
But Yara was beginning to get irritated; did Lucy think she had no sexual urges? Why keep tempting her? Yara considered putting aside doubts about whether the Lucy body she was touching was real and joining in the frolicking; after all, even if it wasn't real, it was made by Lucy's hand, so you could say it was part of her. In the worst case it could be considered a very realistic sex toy.
Unfortunately, those who wake late miss the train; before Yara could decide to have some fun with Lucy's clone, the clone reached her limit and, biting hard on the fingers the original Lucy had put in her mouth to quiet her moans, was overtaken by a powerful orgasm, strong enough to wet both the hands between her legs.
"....", Yara didn't know how to describe the experience; it had been exciting, but left her unsatisfied; she felt like someone who had hardly eaten at dinner and still had to wash the dishes.
"You really were on the edge; look, you didn't even last a minute….", though intoxicated by the excess of dopamine — since the actions she had taken were extremely stimulating, although more mentally than physically — the original Lucy didn't forget the pretext she had used to justify her attack on her clone.
Anyway, now that she had put the clone in her place, she felt much better disposed than before.
"Maybe you should try it too… let's see if you last longer…," the second Lucy said between gasps. Setting aside the fact that they shared the same knowledge of their bodies' weak points, it was clear that the original Lucy was now five times more aroused than she had been; one more vigorous thrust would have finished her off.
Maybe on another occasion Lucy would have been tempted to accept the challenge, but now was not the time to give in to desire; to stay in a position of authority, one must make sacrifices.
"It seems that wasn't enough for you…," Lucy said, making an effort to maintain a stern attitude. She was aware that, like when facing a bear, she couldn't show any weakness in front of her clone — otherwise, in the next second, she would be the one being eaten.
'Too bad I didn't learn to imitate the tone of my former math teacher…,' she thought. 'That probably would have been my best weapon against myself.'
The second Lucy could tell that the original Lucy's words no longer carried much hostility, but the experience she had just been through kept her from continuing to provoke her.
'Well, at least one of us has to be responsible…,' she found an excuse for her submissiveness; it wasn't that she lacked courage, but that she was clearer-headed.
"No, no, err, too much indulgence spoils you. Yeah, I don't want to set off on the road physically exhausted…," she thought to use the same pretext as the other her to refuse; she wasn't rude enough to contradict what she had said only two or three minutes earlier, was she?
Indeed, the original Lucy no longer tried to find fault with the second Lucy, but she didn't pay much attention to that kind of subtlety; as long as she saw the second Lucy obedient, she was satisfied.
Also, she remembered there was someone else to deal with, namely her second double. Although this one hadn't directly opposed her like the double she had just taken her hands off of, it couldn't be said there was much difference between their attitudes toward her, so, to be fair, she couldn't let this one escape punishment.
How would she do that? Well, looking at her own wet hand that had recently been between her clone's legs, Lucy thought of an appropriate method.