Another heredisfactorem would ease the pressure to provide a son. Why not add Yoshino's name by yours on the schedule?

Hours later, you are being marched by two of Master's guard's towards his bed chamber. They grab your arms painfully tight and move with a rapid pace on either side of you. Your heels click awkwardly beneath you as you attempt to keep up. The sheer fabric of your translucent red nightie clings to your ample curves and displays the freckled gold skin beneath it. The nightie's cut plunges low displaying your cleavage which erratically bounces with each of your breakneck strides. Your augmented breasts somehow manage to remain contained but the taught silk stretches between your erect nipples beneath. The hoop piercings installed within your sensitive buds only **** them to project from atop your delightful peaks.

The guards do not slow as your arrive at the large doors of Master's outer waiting chamber. You enter in a whirlwind and are pushed roughly onto your knees. You catch yourself against the cold stone surface of the floor and feel your red hair tumble messily across your bare shoulders and down the length of your back in long heavy waves.

Click! Bang!

There is a clicking sound as the guards expertly lock a leash onto your collar followed by the bang of the doors slamming closed behind you. The guards have left without any acknowledgement of you or the fate awaiting you. Silence fills the space and slowly you begin to look around and gather your bearings. You are in the waiting chamber outside of Master's bedroom. You have been tethered by a heavy chain locked to your ruby collar and anchored to a mount in the floor in front of you. You have been left alone for some time with nothing but the sound of your breathing cutting through the dark quite. You appreciate the silence after the hustle and bustle of all the primping and prepping of your body for Master.

After some time, you are startled as the doors behind you are thrown open again. You raise your little arms to shield your eyes against the bright light which spills into the dark room and you see three female shadows. The guards have returned and between them you can make out the slim form of Yoshino between them. She is thrown to the floor beside you. She lands with a grunt and the guards tether her by a chain leash to another anchor and leave before you can react. Darkness fills the room and your eyes slowly begin to adjust to the gloom.

"Baishunpu?!" Yoshino exclaims beside you.

You can't help but smile back at her. Your relationship with Yoshino has always been complicated. Despite your best efforts, she has always seen you as a rival. In her desperation to climb the ranks of the harem you are really her only competition. The two of you are the only females capable of bearing Master a boy. She seems happy. You hadn't expected that.

"Awfully nice of you to push me up the list... I hadn't expected that."

"Why not?" you ask.

"BECAUSE... this was your chance to get pregnant before me, Fushidarana on'na!"

You shake your head back at her, "Listen, Yoshino. I've never wished any ill will to you."

Yoshino chuckles in response as she studies her reflection in the gold trim of the door frame to Master's bed chamber.

Despite the dim candlelight, it was easy to admire her. Désirée's team of beauticians have made sure that her makeup is identical to yours. She looks perfect. Flawless application of mascara, eye shadow, and eyeliner exaggerated her eye's feminine shape in a smoky purple hue. Her accentuated lashes fluttered seductively with every blink. Her long black hair shimmers over her shoulders as she runs her fingers through it. Blush has been applied to her cheeks which further accentuates her delicate asian features. Her face is framed between a set of dangling ‎amethyst earrings.

The two of you had survived your journey together. You had been meticulously trained and been installed with near identical augments. She has been dressed in a purple nighty which clings to her skinny build and compliments the pale white tone of her skin. The fabric plunges between her breasts which have been augmented like yours to an ample F-cup. Beneath the fabric you can see the hoop nipple piercings and a tiny G-string thong covering her sex.

She winces slightly as the shifting fabric tickles her nipples. You can relate. The nerve endings within your own nipples had received an equal treatment. The cloning had made them incredibly sensitive. The dangling strands from your own piercings tortured your sensitive buds with every step and motion. Thanks to their immense size, that motion was ample.

"Just don't screw this up for me!" she says giving herself one final look before closing her eyes.

Your mouth drops open as you watch her brazenly stuffing her hand behind the tiny strip of her thong. She shivers in anticipation as she aggressively begins to stroke her clit! You know that the sensitivity of her clitoris has been increased to match yours as well. Such direct stimulation would likely have her orgasming in seconds. This is in direct contradiction to the rules of the harem!

"Yoshino," you lean in closer to her, "You know we are not supposed to do that! We are not to touch ourselves before a night with Master! We should be meditating to build our arousal."

Yoshino sighs annoyed, "Listen, Baishunpu, if you want to play the good girl that's fine, but I am going to be ready for Master!"

You close your eyes and listen to the fapping sounds of Yoshino's masturbation. You reflect on how large Master's 12 inch cock is. You also consider how tight your pussy has been surgically tightened for his pleasure. The two of you were in for quite a night! Did you really want to give away any advantage?