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Pantalone frowned at Dottore's total proposed budget. Too much, and all of a sudden. It was unusual for the second Harbinger to request this way. The reason for the submission is quite apparent after Pantalone reads from the beginning to the end of the document. The money will be used for Withering research. The scale is more extensive than Dottore's previous research. It can be seen from the attached list of samples and specimens that the Doctor sent to the central lab of Snezhnaya, his largest lab.
'I found a bright spot, I will uncover the secrets of this world.'
It sounded promising. Pantalone remembered well, The Doctor had told him the same theory repeatedly, and it seemed he had found a way to prove it.
However, that amount of money was not Pantalone's money. For Fatui's sake, Pantalone had to visit the central lab where Dottore was (presumably) taking care of the preparations for this big project.
The central lab is located in the basement of an old, tightly fenced building marked Fatui Harbinger's property. The old building has large in size, standing firmly on a hill after passing through a stretch of tundra forest. From this distance, Pantalone could have mistaken the building for a castle similar to the one in the children's favourite vampire series in Snezhnaya. Pantalone had been to this place several times. Apart from his mandatory visit as a supervisor to watch Fatui Harbinger's budget, the man had other interests. His cheeks flushed red remembering the nasty things he had done with the Doctor there, luckily camouflaged by the height of his scarf.
"Leave me alone. I'll be back with The Doctor." Pantalone advised his subordinates in the carriage. No one disputed the Banker. They let the man walk alone down a path that must have led to an old building in the middle of the forest.
Up close, Pantalone could see that the chimney of the lab activity was emitting a little smoke. It was a sign that Dottore was in there. The lab was being used. Without hesitation, Pantalone took off his black gloves. Then the machine at the door recognized Pantalone as one of the lab access holders. The hallway in front of it looks so contrasting with the condition of the outside building. So sophisticated. However, Pantalone believes the messy conditions would cover the beauty and sophistication of the lab set that Dottore (and his money) had built.
"Banker?"
Pantalone raised an eyebrow, as surprised as one of Dottore's clones had just greeted him. Pantalone thought this central lab was only used by The Prime, so what was one of his clones doing here? Shouldn't they be placed around Teyvat?
"I thought The Prime was back, I didn't expect today having a guest."
He thought his arrival was The Prime returning? Does that mean the man isn't here? "So he's not here?"
Seeing that Pantalone's sign was about to leave, the clone looked panicked and searched for a topic that might interest the Regrator. Pantalone's presence alone without The Prime is a rare opportunity. All Dottore clone projects are always checked first by The Prime. Then, he will submit them independently to Pantalone. Not all clones have the chance to meet Pantalone. Seeing him in person like this is certainly a valuable thing for them.
"He left a few hours ago on an emergency order from The Jester. In Natlan, yes. There's been a huge energy surge and… and The Prime wants to ensure the reactors there can be used to Fatui's advantage."
"Wouldn't the clones there be enough to handle on their own?"
"Eta and his subordinates aren't strong enough while the remaining clones are all here."
Pantalone showed the impression of being interested in what the clone in front of him had just announced. "All the remaining clones are here?"
"Well, Omega is in Sumeru. The Prime and Eta are in Natlan. If I'm not mistaken, twenty-two clones are in this lab."
So the big project to research Withering really was not bullshit?
Pantalone thought there was nothing wrong with him entering the lab.
"Ah, there is no help for it. I think I need to directly observe this big project." The man decided to stop for a moment. "What's your name? I'm sure The Prime gave you a name like the other clones."
"Theta."
Pantalone held out his hand. "Theta, you will be my guide today." Theta took the hand without hesitation, then kissed the tip gently. Seeing the clone so obedient to him, Pantalone couldn't help but smile. However, his smile was still less wide than the clone's as he guided Pantalone from behind.
As the largest lab, the lab stretches underground even more than the old building above it. There are ten lab rooms with different functions for each test required by Dottore. Pantalone memorized the hallway with yellowish light as a link to the restroom. However, Pantalone's visit at this time was only to see the busyness of Dottore's clones. He would have chosen the restroom option if the one guiding him at this time was The Prime himself.
"Banker?"
"Patalone?"
The hustle and bustle occurred as Pantalone came out of the door that separated the lab from the main hallway. As Theta said, all of Dottore's clones seemed to be gathered in the central lab. Pantalone was counting in his heart. The room was only occupied by four clones who were previously busy working. Where are the other clones?
"We are divided into several lab rooms, but later we will often change rooms considering this test uses the chain method. The preparations are not yet complete. We just have to wait for samples from all over Teyvat to be sent here. I believe The Prime has told you about this."
"Of course." Pantalone followed Theta from behind. He ignored the suspicious stares of several clones who passed him while crossing the lab room. "The budget is very high. I wonder what he needs that kind of money for. However, today I see all of you here. I understand."
"The Prime didn't tell you that all his clones were here?"
"Not yet."
"Then what made you sure to come to this place alone?"
Pantalone opened his eyes. He looked at Theta seriously. He understood what the clone was thinking. "The budget doesn't make sense, but so far, The Prime has never betrayed the capital I put in. I'm just worried the project will fail if I give him permission too late. Therefore, I have to determine what kind of big project this is. It doesn't matter if I have to come alone." Pantalone stepped closer to Theta. "I'm not as weak as you think."
"Alright, alright." Theta raised his hands to his chest, then chuckled as if his question was just a joke. "I'm just worried that our single biggest sponsor will get hurt or have some misfortune. After all, this trip to the lab is not a pleasant option for a Banker like you."
"I've been to this lab with The Prime-"
"Yes, yes. I know you did a lot with The Prime." Theta teased Pantalone. The man was cute when his pale cheeks were painted pink. The scarf he was wearing managed to cover most of the hue, but being a Dottore clone made Theta observant of any changes in Pantalone's body.
"I believe you don't want to waste your time in this room, Banker. We have a lot to show you. And oh! that's how it should be! So far, only The Prime can meet you. In fact, if asked, of course, we want to report the success of our research to you." Theta showed an excited face. "You want to see it? In this room alone, I'm sure the other clones have already completed some side discoveries to fill the boredom. Or do you want to see mine first?"
Pantalone took his watch from his pocket, then saw that he still had visits until lunchtime. That very long time he should have spent with The Prime. However, the man was not there. Even though he wanted to end the visit, he had nothing else to do because everything had been rescheduled for tomorrow. Spending time with Theta or Dottore's clone did allow him to enjoy the presence of The Prime's face. Pantalone clucked. They may have the same look, but their personalities are different.
Or should he really leave now? He remembered some of his plans for tomorrow. Most were meetings with beverage industry owners Sumeru and Liyue. If Pantalone could offer them something… ah, but that was pointless if he thought about it right now.
"I just made an extract from dates, but this extract doesn't raise blood sugar."
Pantalone frowned. He knew The Prime had the power to manipulate people's minds, and he also knew each of his clones had different strengths. However, Pantalone doesn't remember what's his clones' abilities now. Let alone remember, the chance they met could be counted on the fingers. He studied Theta, waiting for him to admit to reading his mind.
"Is there something wrong with my face, Banker?"
"Why dates extract?" Pantalone continued to watch the clone in front of him intensely. He didn't want to miss a moment when Theta was lying.
Theta chuckled. "Well, The Prime is getting old, but he can't deny he still likes dates from Sumeru. Meanwhile, I know that these dates have high sugar content. We are gonna conquer this world together. I need to keep him alive longer. I don't want him to die horribly from diabetes."
Pantalone laughed at that. Oh, that's right. Prime Dottore is not as young as his clone.
"Want to give it a try?"
"Okay."
Pantalone was brought by Theta to the cabinet where he worked. Several clones were seen observing their interactions, but none of them dared to interrupt Pantalone's visit. They know how The Prime looks after Pantalone. If the Bankers had left this lab complaining of inconvenience, their fate could have ended in The Prime's own hands.
"I would test your blood sugar first before drinking the extract of the date, then I will test you again like one hour or two hours after. Basically, at the end of your business trip."
Pantalone nodded. He let Theta gently tug on his hand, then pressed the last knuckle of his index finger to collect the blood. A lancet is used to make a small cut. Pantalone was not surprised. Pain like that is nothing. "The road to reach Harbinger's position hurts more than this wound," Pantalone returned Theta's thin grin.
"Oh my, I have never thought The Regrator is such a sensitive person. I only smiled because you have nice blood. You eat healthy food, don't you?"
A blush appeared on Pantalone's cheeks again. "The Prime-"
"Of course, The Prime keeps you healthy so well." Theta's smile looked even more annoying. "Always The Prime." The clone missed Pantalone's annoyed face at being teased because he had turned around to mix the drops of Pantalone's blood with the dark liquid. Afterwards, Theta put the mixture into a machine to read the results.
"Normal, as I expected."
The clone then took out a vial filled with a watery dark brown liquid. "This is the extract. The garden is not here. So, I just brought a few samples here to research more about what nutrients I can add. However, I guarantee it is safe."
Pantalone watched him. No sediment, no floating foam. This extract looks pure, which is the best part Theta can take. He moved the vial away from his nose but managed to smell the liquid. No alcohol smell, no other weird smell. There is a smell of dates, though… faint.
Pantalone didn't think why Theta didn't split the sample from the vial in half to prove that the extract was safe. He had too much faith in the clone. Just as the vial contents entered his throat, Pantalone began to regret. He could faintly hear Primettore's voice. No. The man was not miraculously present inside the lab. It was Pantalone's memory of the night they spent together before Pantalone's first visit to the lab where one of Dottore's clones resided.
"Never meet them without me."
"Why? Are you afraid that I will choose them over you?"
"It's not like that. I know you only love me."
"I hate it when you think of yourself too high."
Primettore chuckled. "Right. But I am being serious here. I know them, because I am their creator. They can develop each personality, but they are sharing my face, my body, and … my concept for this universe and its contents." He looked at Pantalone adoringly. "Including the desire to have you."
Oh, how Pantalone was so sorry to have forgotten that message. His eyes started to blur even though his glasses didn't fall off. His chest tightened, and then the room around him spun. His dizziness worsened after his body fell to the floor without being held back. His head hit the marble hard. Is this poison? Has he been poisoned by Dottore's clone? Pantalone opened his mouth. Faintly, Theta could hear the Banker calling The Prime. The clone chuckled. He lifted Pantalone's head by tugging at his long black hair. "You will meet The Prime in your dream."
Theta brought the still-convulsing Pantalone to the operating table in the middle of the lab room. The table was significant because it was used to hold the corpses of the research subjects. However, luckily this time, the table was clean.
"What. The. Fuck." Psi approached. He didn't look surprised after observing Theta's behaviour since he accompanied Pantalone. However, he still wondered how Theta could make Pantalone end up like that.
"You poisoned him?" Silon gently held Pantalone's hand, observing the colour and consistency of the Banker while guessing what poison Theta had given him. The poison they have ever made is usually above the lethal dose with a rapid onset. Pantalone's seizures had lasted more than a minute. What kind of ugly poison is that?
"Not poisoned. It's my drug for Jadeplume Terrorshroom. We can kill the chicken with less effort because the drug makes it hallucinate while taming it to become docile." Theta answered confidently.
"It's still a sample, right?" Mu shook the empty vial that Pantalone had just a moment ago. "No antidote. Besides, I heard you say it's not stable enough to use. The chicken may gain its consciousness before we kill it."
"We are talking about different chicken." Chi smiles excitedly. "He drank it at once. It's dangerous, if I may say. You could kill him right then and there if he has a low tolerance to your drug's ingredients."
"But he didn't. Although indeed it's not stable enough, I believe the dosage will buy us time."
"For what?"
"Enjoying what's The Prime have."
"Dottore …" Their debate is getting interrupted by a shy moan. Just like it does to The Prime, Pantalone's moan also sends shivers to the clones. Same body, same receptor. They have the same response to Pantalone's voice. Hesitant because this is their first time to taste a thing that isn't theirs, the clones gather around Pantalone's body. Surprisingly, Pantalone smiles. Slowly, he touches their faces. "I have enough with one Dottore, but … I don't know, you are five now?"
"Yes."
"Yes, Darling."
"This is your dream."
"Your wildest dream is having five Dottores to breed you."
"Lewd."
"Oh? How lucky." Pantalone spreads himself, both his legs and his hands. Eyes already dilated from the drug. He looks stable enough to be fucked. "What are you waiting for, Baobei?" His final confirmation. Not fully his consent, but that's enough for the clones.
"Pulse?"
"Lower than normal, but it's the drug's effect. He is okay."
"Temperature?"
"Bit warmer, but it's not like he is having a fever."
"Breath rate also normal."
"Pupil starts to dilate."
“No convulsion happens this time.”
"Alright." Theta could feel something hot inside of him. He looked at the other clones, thinking the same thing. The Regrator is ready. He is ours today. It's a rare occasion to witness The Banker's body welcoming you like that, like a cheap whore. They may say they are so lucky today for all of the coincidences. No Prime, The Banker visited them alone. Even he stayed a bit longer. He listened to Theta bullshit, and he drank that Jadeplume Terrorshroom drugs. The Banker could talk with any of the clones, and they will show him their findings. Psi has a new chimaera frog. Mu has a baby bird that could glow in the dark. Chi has artificial hydro slime for spying. Silon has an automated room refresher made from Sumeru's mushroom. Pantalone can choose them. They are less dangerous than Theta's finding. However, today's coincidence …
"Indeed. How lucky of us."
.
One cock inside his mouth, two already hard from his massage, and another two inside his hole. Pantalone is a mess. He is moved from the necropsy table to the floor hours before because the clone can't get enough from his mouth and hand. They want his hole as well.
At first, they are hesitant to touch it. The Clones thought that part belonged to the Prime, one and only. However, the clones lost their mind after seeing Pantalone cummed with a hot squirt while his hole gaped nicely. This round, Psi and Chi got their turn to pump in and out from that already red juicy gaping hole. They lay under The Regrator while the three clones stood around him to use his hands and mouth. The lab is filled with moans and groans. Pantalone was taking them so well. He already had a bulge from swallowing their cum, and now he will be filled more from his hole. One Dottore can turn him into a mess. Now he has five. Pantalone doesn't know what currently his shape is. He can't see anything since they took off his glasses. Such a pity he can't see his delightful body now turned into a three months pregnant woman. Except his belly is filled with cum.
Pantalone's grip on Silon and Theta's dick is getting stronger. He is building his climax. Theta's groan gives the two clones under to speed up their hips. They need to come together. Let the Regrator be covered only by their cum.
Pantalone popped out of Mu's cock. He opened his mouth to let out a loud moan and scream because the two cocks inside him hit the same spot. It's like they are splitting him into two with those sizes. "D-Dottore! A-AH!" Another squirt from Pantalone poured down right into Psi's face. The other clones laughed at him, but he took it as a blessing.
"It's not every day The Regrator blessed you with his piss." Mu's also got that experiment from rounds before.
"I can't believe he could squirt." Chi caresses Pantalone from behind. He pulled him slowly and let him rest on his chest while the other clones cleaned him. "What a whore." Theta kissed his cheeks.
"Our whore." Silon rested on Pantalone's chest. He had an excellent grip from Pantalone's right hand before his climax, which still made his cock throb, although he is emptied now.
"We should test him, whether the drug is still inside or not," Mu said, hoping the other clones would work with him. However, they only groaned and took a nice place around the Regrator. Chi was already behind him, and Silon rested peacefully (or maybe already asleep) on Pantalone's chest. Theta laid next to Pantalone's shoulder, and Psi (with his face full of cum and piss) laid his head on Pantalone's thigh. All of them ignored Mu.
"Really?"
"Use your head, the ingredients list for the drug is on my desk. You can get interpretation from one of the active substances."
"I can conduct the test faster if you tell me now, Theta."
"Ouchie- My back pain! I bet it's from too long getting standing blow job."
"You are not The Prime!"
"Whatever. Goodluck, Mu."
Mu did the test anyway. He didn't care if he was naked and lack of laboratory protection. He took Pantalone's blood and started three tests to ensure the drug's existence. Theta had not completed the drug experiment. No need for an antidote or instruction for a clearance test. He understood. The drug was made for Jadeplume Terrorshroom so people could quickly kill it. Today's accident is an exceptional condition.
"Guys, he is negative."
"What?"
"He is negative!"
The clones got panicked. They checked Pantalone's eyes, and indeed his pupil got normal again. Since when? They should know this would happen! They knew Theta's drug was not stable enough, and there was a chance Pantalone would get his consciousness before the rape was done.
"What?" Pantalone smirked, feeling satisfied to see the clones' panicked faces. "I remember all of them. Although, not from the start," his voice is hoarse when he forced himself to be audible. "But it's clear in my mind how you shoved your cock inside my holes and put me countless times on edge."
"A-"Theta wanted to argue, but he swallowed his words. He is ready if Pantalone reports this to The Prime. He is prepared if he gets killed.
Pantalone laughed so hard when the lab was quiet. He doesn't know Dottore's clones could be this cute. They are wild like a beast when he is under the drug but turn into a kitten when they know he is aware.
"Boys, it's okay." Pantalone smiles, this time not a cunning one. It's soft, and somehow it melts the clones' hearts. They even felt an ache because they thought they didn't deserve it. "Indulge me one more time." Pantalone caresses Theta, Silon, and Psi's jaws. He stared at them adoringly, then kissed Chi's neck before looking at Mu, standing too far near Theta's deck.
"Would you?" He spread his legs once more, making the cum inside him run to the floor.
At the same time, the door that linked to the main hallway opened. A clone stands there while reading something on his tab. He did not seem aware of what was happening inside the room he had just entered. "Guys, do you still have more slides because we fucked up- "
"Hello, my dear."
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The filth sounds inside the lab echo in the hallway. Undoubtedly, the foul deed inside is too much, even for the dirtiest man in the world. An announcement was placed beside the lab door, so it won't come off when the door slid open.
"Come inside! We have nice meal for everyone! Main course: Regrator, The Banker, Ninth of The Eleven Fatui Harbingers. Starts from 6/9 – The Prime is back!"
The Prime crumples that paper. He got calls from the other Harbingers that The Regrator had been missing a week. Regrator's subordinates told him his last location was his lab in north Snezhnaya. No one can enter the building except him, his clones, and Regrator. And from those filthy sounds, The Prime knew what was inside the room. He didn't send any letters; he didn't alert any of his clones. He just wants to come and see.
The door is opened.
There he is, The Regrator. He is among the sea of clones. His beautiful hair looked sticky. His belly got rounded full of cum. His chest developed pair of tits, both of them leaking some milk. The clones injected something to manipulate his mammary gland. The Prime didn't find anything covering him except cum from his twenty-two clones. Pantalone didn't even recognize him. He was busy moaning and moving his hips, being tossed from one clone to another.
The Prime smirked.
What a sight.