a rival from Korea

Elsewhere in another house, another man watching TV had transformed into Ria.

Ria: Too bad I'm alone here, let's see if anyone's home.

Ria, you hear a sound coming from upstairs, music?

Music means people, people = new Ria, New Ria + Ria = sex, an easy formula for happiness, or well, Ria's.

The music sounded like some kind of K-pop song. A woman was singing with a beautiful, energetic voice, but in the background, someone was moaning with pleasure.

Ria smiled. A pervert? Well, soon she'll be a beautiful, perverted Ria.

The song was strange, though.

Song: Become me me me... the world will be more fun and wonderful...

When Ria opened the door, what she saw was a... Woman?

The woman was masturbating like a madwoman, repeating the verses of the song, and every second she was changing, shaping herself to become increasingly younger and more beautiful.

Ria turned toward the source of the song—a simple phone playing music.

As the woman sang, her voice became increasingly similar to the singer's, and after a few dozen seconds, the transformation was complete.

Now the woman had become an identical clone of a famous Korean singer named Hyun-Ae, not that Ria knew her, after all, even though both were famous artists and worked in very different environments.

Hyun-Ae is a young woman, probably in her twenties, with Asian features, long black hair, brown eyes, round cheeks, and a radiant smile. Her build was quite petite, around 5'4", with a generous 34-cup bust and a fairly firm ass. She was wearing a skirt and blouse that reflected the typical, rigid South Korean elegance, so she was definitely cute, but Ria definitely felt superior. Ria was a woman of about thirty, in the prime of her femininity, and was a good eight inches taller than the Korean.

Ria, however, was confused. Were there other people like her? Who could replace others like clones of themselves? Maybe she should nip them in the bud.

Ria: Hey girl, I don't know who you are or how you're pairing with me, but I was here first, so it's time for a more South American beat.

Hyun-Ae: What do you mean you don't know who I am?! I'm the best singer in the world, Hyun-Ae! But don't worry, you'll learn that soon enough when you're me!

Both women pressed chest to chest as they looked into each other's eyes with challenging looks.