Chapter 26 Fuck My Mouth Again

Gulp, gulp.

The entire gulp went down her throat. In a flash, her eyes widened slightly, and her cheeks flushed.

Oh my, it feels so sweet.

She couldn’t quite comprehend what was happening or how to process the sensation washing over her. All she knew was that a sudden, unfamiliar attraction was beginning to pull at her.

She eventually leaned back against the door, drawing a heavy breath.

What was even going on?

She had only wanted to confront him about fondling her breasts, yet somehow, things had escalated to the point where she had ended up swallowing his cum and squirting more than she ever had before.

The worst part about it all was that she knew it was wrong but it felt so right.

She could still vividly imagine him touching her, reliving everything that had happened. And somehow, despite her confusion, it felt as though her body was craving even more of his touch.

Then she suddenly stopped.

Wait.

She remembered something. He had said that doing it would help solve the problem, but the thoughts were still lingering in her head.

Ah... Could Vanessa interrupting us have affected the entire contract we were supposed to complete?

She slowly straightened up, leaning back slightly as she ran her fingers through her hair.

What exactly was she supposed to do now?

For starters, her body was still completely sweaty, and her head was pounding. Even worse, the lingering sensations from what had happened with Milo refused to fade. She could still vividly recall the feeling of his fingers inside her asshole, and every attempt to push the memory aside only seemed to bring it rushing back.

Ah! How do I even make it stop?

She scratched her head, trying to gather her thoughts before finally pausing to think.

Maybe she could somehow avoid meeting Vanessa for now. She really needed to clean herself up first.

Still distracted by the familiar thoughts of Milo touching her, she turned around and reached for the doorknob.

But why the hell doesn’t he want to go away?

She suddenly stopped.

Something was wrong.

She had already begun turning the doorknob, and she could feel her hand resting against it. Yet there was another sensation, something distinctly strange.

It looked like a projection of her own hand, another hand seemingly slipping through hers and reaching out to grab the doorknob.

She yelped and stumbled backward, losing her balance and falling to the floor.

Her eyes widened as she watched the hand slowly retract, its joints seamlessly reconnecting with her normal hand until it looked as though nothing had happened.

What?

What the fuck was that?

Under normal circumstances, she would have thought she was seeing things. But that had unmistakably looked like a projection of her own hand.

That was almost impossible.

She had spent so much time training to master her cloning ability, yet she had never been able to make it work. Not once.

Maybe she was just imagining things. But was she?

All she remembered was stretching out her hand to grab the doorknob, and then... that happened.

She paused, staring at the doorknob before slowly getting back to her feet.

Was it actually possible? Had his ability really worked? Had it fixed her mana?

She thought about it for a moment before stretching her hand toward the doorknob again.

At first, nothing happened. Her hand remained outstretched, still too far away to reach it.

She was about to step closer when she suddenly stopped.

What had she done differently the first time?

She had wanted to grab the doorknob but hadn’t been close enough. So instead, she had simply imagined doing it.

Perhaps that was it.

She concentrated, trying to recreate the same feeling. At first, she couldn’t sense any difference. Everything seemed normal.

But then, suddenly, she felt it.

Something was materializing from her hand, slowly taking shape as it extended outward.

Her breath hitched.

There it is again!

This time, she maintained her concentration, pushing herself to hold on to the sensation for as long as possible.

Gradually, the distant projection began taking shape until a complete clone finally emerged.

It moved toward the door, reached out, and grabbed the doorknob.

Then it stopped.

Slowly, it turned toward her.

The clone opened the door before looking back at Ivy, who stood there in complete disbelief.

No fucking way.

The clone tilted its head.

"What? Is there something on my face?"

But before it could finish speaking, Ivy felt something pulling at her. The projection was suddenly dragged backward, its entire form slipping back into her body until it completely merged with her.

Ivy gasped, her eyes widening as she stood frozen for a moment.

"My God..."

A few seconds passed before the realization finally sank in.

I just made a fucking clone.

She raised her head, still struggling to comprehend what had just happened.

How was this even possible?

She had been practising for years. Years of continuous training, yet she hadn’t even managed to materialize a single finger.

The most she had ever accomplished was sensing the innate presence of another version of herself within her body. She knew it was there, but she had never been able to control it enough to make it emerge.

Yet somehow, she had just managed to materialize an entire clone.

What was the difference?

It certainly wasn’t her training. She had always practised, and nothing about her routine had changed.

The only difference she could think of was...

Milo.

Her eyes widened slightly.

So it’s true... He had actually awakened?

If he had, then that changes things entirely, mostly because all she had to do to become stronger was by creating contracts with him.

The word contracts immediately brought back memories of what she had just experienced with Milo, causing her cheeks to flush even deeper.

She paused, her gaze drifting upward as another thought crossed her mind.

Does that mean he has to fuck my mouth again before I can sharpen my talent even further?