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Chaotic Clusterfuck

Chapter 7 (NSFW)

-VB-

As I expected, my actions stirred the pot something fierce and everyone worth their salt was out and about doing their best to find the “Four Musketeers.” 

While the city was distracted by my clones and the mess they left behind in the ensuing gang war E88 was going to start to prop up their image, I continued to dig claws into the economy of the city. 

Just the other day, I got a call from Faultline, and she accepted my offer of employ. I was now officially the boss of the Faultline’s Crew because the contract basically forbade them from leaving the city unless they left behind enough members to keep the promised security rotation of my warehouses - which was essentially more than two-thirds of their members and thus indirectly prevented them from leaving for any other job. 

I then turned the warehouses into workshops where my clones used alchemy and magecraft to make materials I could sell while also pumping water into the warehouse closest to the river, purifying them by just touching it, and then pumping it back out. Of course, this involved disguising the clone in charge of purifying the water by sticking him into a fake machine for the duration of the purification cycle and just running water into a barrel that he would touch once the barrel was filled with dirty river water. 

I already had a city official come by and do a “thorough” check, and by check, he checked the quality of the water that came out of the “purifying machine” and not what the machine actually did. To be fair to the woman, she did the job she was supposed to do. Who cared about how the machine purified the water? Most people cared that it spat out purified water, not how it worked.

So I got money from the city for purifying water that everyone in the city can enjoy. They were certainly happy that I charged them less for the water than my competitors. Especially once the rampaging gangs began to destroy existing infrastructure and I fixed them up overnight - and also repiping them to take water from my facility - when no one saw my clones at work.

My clones, however, hated the job. Sure, they could look at videos, play games, and everything since the only thing they needed to do was just touch the water with any naked part of the body but putrid industrial New England river water was cold, the one on shift had to be stuck inside a metal box for four hours at a time, and be very quiet when outsiders came around, including Faultline and her crew. 

I was starting to make friends in the business world also as I began to cheaply dispose of wastes that they wanted to get rid of but couldn’t without paying high fees to the city. 

Alchemy, I love you.

Sure, since I didn’t know what most of the wastes were, there were a lot of smoke, fire, and [REDACTED], but it was still my best superpower when it came to anything non-combat related. 

So money was flowing into my coffers, my reputation rose as an up and coming businessman who can take care of problems, and I had two (technically) cape groups under my control for a total of nine (technically) capes, ten if I included myself and over a hundred if I counted all of the clones. I was powerful.

… Actually, my clones were more powerful than I was. 

The Gamer was actually a very finicky system. It allowed its user to pick only one class. This was something that was available online. What was also online was that you didn’t need to pick a class and engage with the system, which a few people do apparently. 

And I counted myself among them because I feared that choosing a class for myself would mean that all of the clones I make after that decision will be forced to have that class. Since I couldn’t test this, I was left with no Gamer system for myself while my clones were the ones who got to use it. 

It was a sacrifice I was willing made in the name of strategic flexibility. And considering how my team of four with their own classes had achieved so much, I had been right to do so.

Now then, what did all of this mean for me? 

Well, for one, I enjoyed my time with my women, including a new member of my harem.

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Anne looked with wide eyes at the d-d-debaucherous state her little sister and mom were in front of her, and kept biting her lips lightly as the man behind her - and also all around her with his doppelgangers - ran his fingers and hands down her sides and placing light kisses on her neck.

Even though it horrified her, she kept still because … it felt good. 

She jolted when Mom suddenly let out a wanton moan brimming with ecstasy and relief before slumping down on the clone underneath her, which only gave the clone behind her more room to pound away at her ass. Even while panting from still taking dicks and her obvious orgasm, Mom looked up at her with a smile that Anne wasn’t sure if she was comfortable seeing. 

“Take a plunge, honey,” she crooned before closing her eyes and luxuriating in the same kind of pleasurable touches Anne was experiencing. “If you don’t like it, then you can always leave. Alan’s not the kind of person to make you stay just because he had a round of fun with you… Though you probably don’t want to leave.”

“A-A-Are you sure…?” she asked even as her back arched and she yipped a little when she felt a bolt of raw ecstasy zap her from his fingers almost dipping toward her crotch. The raging and throbbing cock pressed between her naked buttocks didn’t make it any easier. “T-That he’s not some kind of m-m-master…?”

“Oh, he is a master of sex,” Emma moaned while she bounced away on top of a clone, who was fondling her tits. “I’m here because he’s just too good, Anne~!”

It sounded exactly what a master victim would say but -.

Anen shivered and she closed her eyes as she felt the clone behind her press his body firmly up against hers and wrap her up in his arms. 

In a city where one could never be sure if they were safe, she felt safe and good in his arms.

She kind of understood what Mom and Emma meant. Alan wasn’t a human master… he just made them all feel great.

Would it be so bad to have a dip…?

She grabbed his wrists and guided one to her crotch and the other up to her chest. 

She nearly let out a mewling moan when she felt his hot hand cup her tits.

Then his finger was pushing into her fold, and she lost herself to his touch then. 

Anne clawed at him as his finger dug into her and dragged his fingertips along her walls and -.

She lost the strength in her legs after abruptly cumming, and he held her up. After a while, he scooped her up and carried her to a different bed in the room…

And well, she watched with need as he pulled her leg apart and plunged himself into her.

Mom and Emma teased her later about being the loudest in the room every time she came.

And she went back with them the very next day for her daily dose of Alan.

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I was still surprised myself that I landed myself the MILF, the older sister, and the younger sister. 

And more interestingly, Emma has been bugging me about a friend of hers that she wanted me to seduce. At least she was asking me to do it instead of loaning me out like a manwhore. Between my three women, she felt like the one who was most likely to do that. At the same time, she was also the one with the least amount of restraint and spent the most time getting herself fucked silly with any number of my clones. Anne and Zoe were more restrained with their own careers and ideas of how to live life beyond the bedroom. 

As for me, I was pushing myself with my powers. Of the four warehouses that Faultline and her crew guarded, one of them was a gym-slash-laboratory where my clones and I trained, fought, and experimented with our powers. It’s also where we found out things like how FMA alchemy and magecraft alchemy don’t synergize well. 

With more time, experiments, and training, I would only need to keep get some real world experience before I would be one of the most powerful individuals in the world.

Because, after all, I had access to all systems of power except Shard-based powers.

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Newter slowly pulled himself down from one of the high windows on the warehouse.

“Holy shit,” he muttered quietly as he went back to his post before anyone saw him. “Our boss has a clone army!” 

-VB-

A/N: the secret is out, but how long would it be before the news reaches the rest of the cape scene?