"Come here!", Lucy called out to the other clone of herself standing near Rina; she needed to act quickly, before the oppressive atmosphere she had created began to fade, since the chances of catching her by surprise were almost zero.
Seeing that all the attention around her had shifted onto herself, the third Lucy wondered if it might be better to just run away and hide until the Blood Clones skill deactivated. Weren't the other two aware of the embarrassing situation they had put her in? After the kiss between her and Rina had been interrupted by the noises coming from the other Lucys, she hadn't been able to look Rina in the eyes anymore.
'What does she want from me now? Wasn't it humiliating enough to watch that scene play out? Since they are both the same person, what is the difference between this and masturbating in public?' she complained inwardly. Even if a conflict had arisen between them, wasn't there another way to solve it? She suspected that since they were both very aroused, they only needed a pretext to jump on each other.
The third Lucy tried to send a telepathic message to the other two, asking them not to involve her in their games, but unfortunately, her pleas fell on deaf ears. It wasn't as if she had high expectations from the original Lucy, but why couldn't the other clone understand her either?
'Yeah, why should one of us get away? Let's all embarrass ourselves together…,' the third Lucy tried to guess the mindset of the other two at that moment. She hadn't done anything to upset them; what was wrong with wanting to spend a bit more time with Rina? So she couldn't see any reason for being dragged into this other than that they wanted to pull her down with them.
"Do I need to repeat myself?", the original Lucy had grown tired of hearing the complaints of her second clone inside her head. What more explanations did she want? Couldn't she judge her own actions and see where she went wrong?
The third Lucy barely restrained herself from rolling her eyes. Did the other really think she had such a powerful aura of dominance? Most likely, the main reason the other clone let her do whatever she wanted was simply because she was in the mood to be fucked.
Still, to get out of this situation, she had no choice but to listen. After all, she couldn't start a fight with herself, right? She was already being seen as indecent; she didn't want to be seen as insane, too.
Besides, she had a vague idea of what the other Lucy planned to do with her — nothing too extreme, and certainly nothing she hadn't done before. True, it was a bit embarrassing to do it in front of her new girlfriends, but honestly, to finally put an end to this story, she was willing to go even further if needed.
"Fine, fine…" she said as she started walking toward the original Lucy. Since they weren't far apart, her walk of shame only lasted a few seconds.
"Shame, shame…", the other clone couldn't resist saying — well, it was obvious what movie scene they had remembered.
It's said that the one who knows you best can hurt you the most, so it was no wonder the third Lucy got very angry upon hearing those words.
"Look who's talking. Maybe I should've thrown a tomato at you when you were—"
"Ahem!" the original Lucy interrupted. She might have found the exchange between her clones amusing, but right now it was more important for her to have her orders followed. Indeed, a mountain cannot host more than one tiger.
"Whatever," the third Lucy muttered, forcing herself to calm down. Hadn't she just said it was ridiculous to argue with herself? Then what on earth was she doing now?
Besides, prolonging this situation only made things worse for her.
"That's better…" the original Lucy said, pleased that she was finally being taken seriously without further comments.
'Maybe I really do have talent for being an S. If I can dominate someone like myself, maybe no one could ever match me…'
Well, philosophically speaking, her thought wasn't entirely wrong, since there's no greater power a person can obtain than control over oneself. Of course, in this case, it could simply be said that Lucy was letting that power get to her head.
Anyway, now that the third Lucy had arrived beside her, the original Lucy began to deliver the lines she had prepared.
"Where were we? Oh yes, judging by how eager you were for kisses, I'd say your mouth must be very dry, so..."
"Yes, yes, we all know your intentions are very noble, so feel free to skip the introduction..." interrupted the third Lucy. Perhaps she enjoyed theatricality, but only from the position of lead actress, not as a spectator. Well, it could be said that this situation made her sympathize with her former enemies.
"You seem impatient, don't you?", the original Lucy didn't let the interruption ruin her mood. In fact, seeing the reluctant expression on her clone's face made her feel even better.
"Well then, you may begin…" the original Lucy gestured with her eyes toward her outstretched hand. It could be said that, in this moment, they were finally on the same wavelength, as no further explanation was needed.
The third Lucy was barely managing to keep her composure; if the one standing in front of her hadn't been herself but someone else, she probably would have flipped the table long ago.
Of course, it helped that she looked very good — when it came to dealing with a beautiful girl, Lucy was willing to bend many of her principles.
That didn't mean, however, that darker thoughts weren't starting to form in her mind. Provoked by the attitude of the original Lucy, her thoughts began to drift away from the situation itself, and a spark of competitiveness ignited within her.
"All right. I hope you enjoy this…" she said, moving closer. Now that the initiative had been handed over to her, it was hard to tell who would end up suffering more.
The beginning was quite calm; in fact, the original Lucy was starting to get bored as her clone tickled her fingers with her tongue. Moreover, the clone's lack of enthusiasm, reminiscent of a worker on a 9-to-5 job, made her feel strange; it was as if she were a vase that needed polishing.
But when the clone began taking her fingers into her mouth, one by one, deep until the opening of her throat, enveloping them in warm saliva, the original Lucy not only began to feel the situation slipping from her grasp but also felt herself losing control. As her clone maintained her professional demeanor, the contrast with the obscene movements and sounds from her mouth was utterly lethal.
".....", the original Lucy hadn't expected her clone to be capable of putting on such a show; it seemed like a scene ripped from her fantasy from her previous life of visiting a lesbian brothel. If the one in front of her hadn't been another version of herself, with the same life experiences, she would have been sure that thousands of girls had passed through her hands, or rather, through her mouth.
'Well, I suppose it's true that difficult situations can bring out hidden potential…', she thought to herself; even if her talent for being an S could be countered, the role of a seductress still suited her perfectly.
"Err, I think that's enough…", she said, pulling her index finger out of the third Lucy's mouth with a "Pop" sound. Things couldn't continue like this; otherwise, not only was there a high possibility of a moan escaping, but she might even be brought to ecstasy. In that case, wouldn't it give her girlfriends the impression that she's easy to bully?
"How so? It seems to me they're still quite damp," the third Lucy frowned, annoyed by being interrupted; even when you hire someone to do a job, it's not polite to hover over them and stop them from finishing.
Looking at her own hand, which was somehow even wetter than before, the original Lucy rolled her eyes. Was it even possible for her fingers to ever get dry this way?
Besides, her clone was more than capable of figuring out her situation. So what more explanation did she need? Clearly, she was just trying to make trouble.
"If you still can't get enough, then maybe you can help Yara instead…" the original Lucy began to lose patience. It was truly difficult to argue with someone who could read her like an open book.
Whenever they didn't share a common goal, the longer things went on, the more it felt like she and her clones were turning against one another. Lucy realized she would need to maintain a much stronger mental connection with her duplicates next time she used the Blood Clones skill — at least until she learned how to work as a team with herself. After all, since they knew each other's weaknesses better than anyone else, they also had the greatest potential to irritate one another.
"Well, I have a better idea — how about you help me instead?" Yara interrupted Lucy's thoughts.
Up until then, Yara had decided to stay on the sidelines — partly because she didn't fully understand what Lucy was trying to do, and partly because, well, she didn't exactly mind what she was seeing. But when it started to look like Lucy was once again involving her and Rina in her strange games without any explanation, she began to wonder if letting Lucy have free rein had been a mistake. Now it seemed Lucy wasn't taking either of them seriously at all.
So, she decided to step in and put an end to the situation — and naturally, her target could only be the most overconfident of the Lucys, the one she believed most likely to be the real one.
Caught off guard, the original Lucy didn't immediately understand what Yara meant.
"Huh? What are you—"
But before she could even turn back towards Yara, two long fingers slipped between her lips, filling her mouth with a rather familiar taste.
"Gulp!" The original Lucy hesitated to move after making eye contact with Yara.
Maybe Yara had tried to act more human and approachable around her and Rina, and helped, unintentionally, by her sensitivity to intimate contact, she became less intimidating in their eyes—but the merciless expression on her face in that moment reminded Lucy that, among the three of them, Yara might well have the greatest potential to be an S.