The end of March 1998 painted the early morning sky with soft hues as Rajveer stepped back into his apartment, the familiar ache of well-worked muscles a comforting sensation after his morning exercise. He was about to reach for a glass of water when a peculiar shift occurred within him, a subtle tremor deep in his core, almost like a stirring of his very soul.
Intrigued and instinctively knowing this was no ordinary occurance, Rajveer immediately settled into a meditative posture, his spine straight, his hands resting gently on his knees. He closed his eyes, focusing his inner senses, delving deep within the intricate landscape of his being.
What he discovered sent a jolt of astonishment through him. It was another of his dormant abilities awakening: the power of cloning. As of now, however, the extent of this new ability seemed limited – he could only manifest a single duplicate.
But this was no simple duplication. His clone would possess his own complete personality, his own consciousness, and even his own unique quirks. The catch, the element of unpredictable chance, lay in the specific flavor of that personality. He wouldn't have direct control over the clone's disposition.
However, a fundamental directive was clear: the clone would never intentionally harm Rajveer or anyone he held dear. It would also inherit all of Rajveer's abilities, with the crucial exception of the cloning power itself – one clone could not beget another. Furthermore, he could consciously deactivate this ability at any time, causing the clone to dissipate. In essence, the clone would be another distinct individual.
A mixture of anticipation and a slight tremor of apprehension for the unknown personality bubbled within him. He decided to test this newfound ability immediately. Focusing his intent, he channeled the strange energy he now felt coursing through him.
Within the span of a heartbeat, a figure materialized before him, standing where empty space had been moments before. It was a man identical to Rajveer. Physically, they were mirror images, down to the smallest detail. Yet, the very air around them felt different. While Rajveer emanated an aura of quiet nobility, a sense of righteousness underscored by a gentle warmth, the presence of the clone was… different. A playful mischievousness danced in the air around him, tinged with a subtle undercurrent of manipulation.
It became instantly, undeniably clear: this clone was a playboy. A potent, almost palpable sexiness seemed to radiate from him, a stark contrast to Rajveer's more reserved demeanor. If Rajveer was the quintessential 'good boy,' this counterpart was undoubtedly the 'bad boy.'
He stared at his clone. The clone was standing there without any clothing, totally naked, with a smirk on his face.
"Checking yourself out, huh?" the clone said in a female voice.
A tingling sensation went through Rajveer's spine hearing such a sweet female voice coming out from such a manly person.
"Please, don't do that again. It was quite jarring. Go and wear some clothes first. We'll talk after that." Said Rajveer, massaging his forehead. Already dreading the future he has to face knowing the type of personality his clone is.
The clone, ignoring Rajveer, was looking down at his body.
"Hey, bro, why the hell your dick is just 6 inches? Why not a bigger one? You have the ability to do it." Complained the clone to Rajveer.
"Oh, come on man. This world has an average of around 5.4 inches. There is no need to make dick longer than necessary. It's quite uncomfortable to have such a long dick hanging on your lower body. I only do that when I am with a girl who I know will be all right with such a long dick. And not every girl wants that. That's why I only increased its girth. Girls love that when it stretched– fuck, what the hell I am even saying." Rajveer stopped and looked towards his clone. And just stared at him continuously.
"Fine, fine. I am going but I'll make it bigger. It's like the owner of a mansion is living in a hut. Why not flex when you can freely. It's not like this will create any problems. This is something that brings only good things." Said the clone, theatrically.
"Fine, do whatever you want. Just flashing your dick in front of my face and go." said Rajveer, annoyed at his antics.
"No need to shy away from your own body, buddy." The clone said while walking towards the bedroom, his voice fading in the background.
'Shit, my clone is a fucking manwhore.' thought Rajveer, sitting alone in his living room, already getting tired.
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'well, it could have been worse.'
A sigh of relief, laced with a hint of amusement, escaped Rajveer's lips. He could also sense a distinct limitation. The wellspring of energy that had allowed this manifestation felt depleted. An intuitive understanding washed over him: due to the scarcity of ambient magic in this world, it would likely be several years before he could produce another clone.