Chapter 172

“Sooo...” Camille said. “What’d’you think? Do you like her tits?”

“They’re your tits,” Natalie said dryly, gently prying the illusion’s hands off of her breasts—which she only made a token effort to stop. Natalie marveled at the physical sensation, at being able to interact with an illusion of hers. And more than that, that she could, apparently, make realistic, corporeal clones of whoever she wanted. The implications of that were ... rather staggering. “What, fishing for compliments?”

“I’d never be so shameless,” Camille said. “But they’re cute, aren’t they? Right? You like them?”

Natalie laughed. She squeezed them experimentally, rolling Cam’s nipples between thumb and forefinger. Cam shuddered, biting her lip and staring at her expectantly, eyes flicking between her and Camille. It was honestly a bit surreal, groping an imaginary person. At least, despite Cam’s apparent embarrassment, the illusion was responding positively.

“Eh. They’re alright,” Natalie said.

Camille pouted.

Natalie rolled her eyes. “You’ve got hot tits, Camille. There, you made me say it.” She tweaked a nipple, then pulled back a bit roughly, eliciting a squeak from the girl. Cam glared at her. Though she wasn’t behaving exactly like Camille might, the resemblance was definitely uncanny. At the noise of pain, and the glare, Natalie almost apologized by instinct—except she was interrupted from doing so by the illusion’s counterpart.

“She’s lying,” Camille said. “She definitely likes it rough.”

Natalie turned to Camille, who quirked her eyebrow in return.

“What? I would know, wouldn’t I?”

Huh.

“So, will she, like, do anything we ask?” Camille said. She faced Cam. “Get down on your knees,” she ordered.

Cam blinked, turning her attention to Camille. The illusion blushed, then knelt, hands resting on her thighs.

“Okay, first off, I’m not that obedient,” Camille said. “So don’t get that mixed up. You’ll have to put in some work when it comes to the real me.”

“Only some?”

“Well. Maybe not too much. It’s not my fault you have a ridiculously amazing cock.”

Natalie snorted.

Camille faced back to her illusory double. “Stand up.”

Cam did so.

“This is so weird,” Camille said. She approached her clone and set her hands on the woman’s hips. Without hesitation, she leaned forward and kissed her. The two identical women melted into each other. Camille pushed the kiss deeper, her tongue sliding into the illusion’s mouth. She groped at her twin’s breasts, massaging and squeezing. Unlike the previous display, it didn’t stop there. Camille’s hand wandered down between the clone’s legs, stroking her. Cam moaned, rocking her hips into the touch. She leaned further into the kiss, wrapping her arms around Camille’s waist.

“Wow,” Camille said, breaking the kiss, red-faced. “Yeah, she’s ready to go. I’ll—uh, give her to you in a second. But lemme just—” She turned away, clearly putting Natalie out of her mind. “On your knees.”

Cam obeyed.

Camille hiked her uniform pants down, exposing the front of her underwear. She pressed Cam’s face into her crotch, grinding into the illusion’s mouth. Cam, as was becoming a trend, dutifully obeyed the silent request. She reached around, gripping onto Camille’s ass for leverage, and started nuzzling and kissing Camille through the fabric of her panties.

“Oh, fuck,” Camille groaned, her hips jolting forward. “Yeah, good girl.” She reached down, running her hand through the illusion’s hair. “Just like that.”

She continued rutting her hips against her double’s face. Her underwear grew damper as her breathing started to come raggedly. Cam took the initiative for once: she grabbed Camille’s panties and tugged them down, revealing her pussy, then immediately dove back in, burying her mouth into the girl’s pussy. Her tongue licked and teased at her slit, then sank in, drawing a loud gasp from Camille.

“S-Shit. Wow. How the hell does it feel so real?”

Natalie didn’t respond. She watched, captivated, as the scene unfolded. Something about the situation—seeing two of the same girl together, watching Camille’s lewd expressions, and the noises and movements of her body—turned her on more than it should. Natalie was also impressed at Camille’s shamelessness. Camille hadn’t thought twice about getting eaten out by, well, herself. A definite contrast to Natalie’s conundrum, yesterday.

“Fuck,” Camille said. “If I had your class, I would never get anything done.” Reluctantly, she tugged away from the illusion, taking a few deep breaths as she steadied herself. “Damn. She really knows how to work her tongue. Good for me.” She laughed at her own joke.