NOVEL SIMPLE Lyca1’s corruption part 1
-2nd day-
-4pm-
-Outside the dungeon area-
Dungeon clone.
It is said that dungeons create perfect body clones for backup whenever the dungeon master dies.
The process involves taking the last saved consciousness of the dungeon master and implanting it inside the clone.
Although this is far cry from total revival, the concept is the same.
That said, dungeon core or dungeon system are not that miraculous or almighty.
It has limitations.
And one of them is the fact that it cannot actually create a clone of the dungeon master.
But why am I here then?
The one standing here or the one they call Lyca1 is not actually a clone of the original dungeon master named Lyca.
It suddenly happened when the dungeon master had an absurd idea.
"What if you make a clone?"
This idea while it's totally impossible, is actually doable.
Albeit with a little loophole.
The idea the dungeon system realized based on the dungeon master's words are as goes.
"Creating body and copying consciousness and letting it live and decide for itself using the dungeon master's consciousness copied by the dungeon system as backup."
Normally such thing is not considered as the whole world knows cloning is a field threaded by a lot but not realized.
But the dungeon did it.
How?
Simple.
Normally if you place a copied consciousness to a body, it will work. But that is if the original is gone.
Now then how did the two exists?
Well, the consciousness placed on Lyca1's body is not the original.
In fact it is a piece of consciousness from the dungeon core taken out then the entire backup consciousness from the original are merged to the one taken from the dungeon core.
This made an entirely new consciousness.
An entirely new creature.
An entirely new soul.
That's how Lyca 1 came into.
That's how I am standing right now.
Looking outside the dungeon with the goal of scouting the place for the original is a human devoid of any fighting experience to begin with.
Not that the consciousness taken from the dungeon possess any.
The girl's consciousness used to merged to the original Lyca is actually a normal girl. Although the name is forgotten, it doesn't matter for the name it currently had is Lyca1.
Now with a goal in mind, I head outside with the two goblins in tow.
At first, we decided to head atop of the mountain or to be precise, above the dungeon to get a clear view.
And so we climbed.
After an hour, it's already getting dark.
We decided to set up a camp above.
I asked Gob1 to set up fire while Gob2 will look out.
Then I made some food I asked the system earlier before heading out.
It was a simple soup. Luckily the consciousness merged to the original knows how to cook.
Once I am cooking, the Goblins swapped roles. I didn't gave the order but apparently, archer jobs possess night vision as a perk.
Now Gob2 is sitting on the rock behind me as I am currently bent down looking at the pot boiling.
Silence envelopes the area as the occasional sounds from the insects echoes in the clearing.
Suddenly, Gob2 asked something.
"Master. May I ask a question?"
"Sure. I guess I don't mind. Just ask me whenever you have a question next time. No meed to ask permission since it's just a simple asking of question."
"Got it master."
"So? What's the question?"
I asked still looking at the pot.
"I overheard earlier that you are not the dungeon master but actually a copy of the dungeon master. Does that mean the only dungeon master is the one left in the dungeon?"
Oh... so that's what it's about.
"Yes. So you don't have to call me master. Just call my Lyca1 or sis or something."
"Got it Lyca1." Gob2 replied.
"Good. The food is done. Call Gob1."
Gob2 went to the back of the tent and called Gob1 busy patrolling the area.
We all sat around the fire while eating the soup.
"This is delicious Lyca1. I'd love to eat this everyday." Gob2 said laughing.
Gob1 however felt panic as Gob2 called me with a different name aside from master.
He started looking back and forth between me and Gob2.
I decided to ignore it and just explain it to him if he asked.
Once done eating, we decided on how we will stand guard.
I told them I can watch first but they stopped me.
"Lyca1. No offense but you can do anything when an intruder arrives." Gob2 said stopping me from any attempts of rebuking.
Then ultimately, it's decided to let gob1 stand guard the entire night so he can rest in the morning at the tent while me and Gob2 scout the area.
I head inside the tent. Honestly it's a little cramped. It's just the perfect size for two people inside so it's great that we won't be sleeping all together the three of us.
I lay down on the tent's floor and cover myself with a blanket.
Beside me, Gob2 also laid down but he is not using any blanket since we only have one.
Surprisingly, the night is peaceful.
But my body can't help but wakeup at the middle of the night.
The reason is because of the huffing sounds I heard beside me.
When I open my eyes, I saw Gob2 moving his hands up and down on his hard shaft grumbling words as his eyes are closed.
My eyes can't seem to get away as it felt like getting drawn on his hand's movement.
Soon enough, white liquid erupted. His sperm fly forward reaching few inches above the tip of his shaft before falling on the tent's floor.
The musky smell covered the entire room making my head feel funny.
The smell combined with the sudden hotness inside the tent made me dazed which is probably why I didn't notice Gob2 already smirking as he looked at me.
My eyes closed as I force myself to sleep.
But after few minutes, the room gotten cold again.
Is this how it feels to sleep outside?
My consciousness nor the original's knowledge didn't know this feeling.
I felt someone pulling the blanket.
I looked behind me since I faced the opposite way earlier after his huffing and puffing exercise.
"Lyca1. Share the blanket. It's really cold." He said. Or maybe demanded. But my mind feels clouded so I am not sure what kind of voice he used.
I meekly nod and offered a space inside the blanket.
Gob2 grins before pulling himself under the blanket.
the space is tight as he push himself closer to me.
His hand went above my belly as he embraced me.
His strong hands somehow made me feel safe which is probably why I didn't say anything.
Behind me however, my bum felt hot.
I wonder what is the cause.
I moved my left hand and touched the source of heat and touched, something hard.
"What is this?"
I asked myself as I grabbed it.
"Urgh..." Gob2 groans in my ears.
His breath and voice made my nape feel shivers.
I grabbed the hard thing and moved my hand.
That's when I realized...
"Is this... His thing?" I said to myself feeling the moist skin probably the result of his pleasurable moment earlier.
I quickly let go of my hand.
Or that's how it should be.
Right when my grip loosens, His hand held my wrist.
He leaned on my ears and whispered.
"Hold it."
It was a normal whisper.
It should be.
But the current scenario
the current event
made my body compelled to obey.
My grip returned to his hot throbbing member.
"That's right. Move it up and down."
He said and my hand followed.
As if a marionette moving by the string.
Although I don't know what is marionette, based on the original's memory, it is a doll with strings on it's limbs.
And that's what I feel exactly right now.
His words is like a command.
My heart beating fast as I feel his stick throb in anticipation.
using his grip on my wrist, he moved my hands faster.
Everytime my grip loosens, he tightens his hold telling me to tighten my grip.
I didn't even realize how emersed I am as his right hand already went below my sides caressing my small breast.
After who knows how long I am moving my hand up and down, even his other hand not holding my wrist found it's way under my clothes directly touching my skin, my breast.
He whispered again saying.
"It's coming."
I shiver.
"Use your hand. Cover the tip with your palm."
He asked and I complied.
My left hand covered the tip as if embracing it.
Then there it came.
The hot liquid directly shot at the palm of my hand.
Exactly the moment he came, He pinched my nippled and pulled it outward.
As I felt the pain on my buds, I also felt something.
As if an electricity ran from my nipples doen to my crotch making my feet stretch farther feeling the climax.
"I can't believe it..."
I said to myself feeling mixed emotions.
I used my hands to pleasure him and climaxed from his hands alone? How is that even possible?
He didn't remove his hand still cupping my breast.
But his other hand released my wrist.
I looked at my hand soaked in white musky fluid. My wrist totally red and feel painful.
I looked at his face and met his grinning face.
I tried to say something but he suddenly leaned forward.
His lips touched mine.
I tried pulling away but the hand he used to held my wrist suddenly grabbed the back of my head.
His tongue even dared to invite the inside of my mouth.
There my first kiss gone. Disappears just like that.
He continued making out with me.
Then after god knows how long, he left me panting for air, Sweaty face, Gasping and saliva covered mouth.
"What..." I tried saying but he turned me around.
Now he is above me.
both his hands above my shoulder placed firmly on the ground.
His other knee in-between my thighs even pressing my slit.
I am still
wearing long dress but it doesn't help at all.
I didn't even noticed how he already torn my bra from the exchange earlier.
"Lyca1." He called my name grinning above me.
I want to ask for help.
I really do.
But...
It's fine right?
Atleast that's what the other girl inside me is telling.