Chapter 180: Just Because I'm Poor Doesn't Mean My Tits, Pussy, and Ass Are Poor (4)[R-18]
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 180: Just Because I'm Poor Doesn't Mean My Tits, Pussy, and Ass Are Poor (4)[R-18]
Short hair as red as a rose, shining eyes that looked as if emeralds had been embedded in them, and a pouting mouth that suggested something was not to her liking.
Scratch— scratch—
“....”
Sitting at a desk so expensive that even if Poporing sold the shop she’d blown on stocks—not to mention the very panties she was wearing—she still couldn't afford it, Helen Redrose moved her hand without rest.
Ian and Poporing were waiting on a sofa a short distance away, but Helen continued her work, never once sparing them a glance.
Scratch— scratch—
She was indeed busy, but this was also Helen’s way of protesting.
A protest against Ian, who had the audacity to bring another woman along when coming to see her!
‘H-How...!! There’s a limit to how shameless a person can be! How can a father bring another woman when he’s coming to see the mother of his child!! What if Ha-Harini sees this?!’
The more she thought about it, the more her insides boiled with rage, but she couldn't keep her mouth shut forever.
Thud—
Finally, as she signed the last document, Helen set down her pen, let out a short sigh, and lifted her head.
“...So.”
Glare—
Helen shot a sharp look at Ian before shifting her gaze to Poporing beside him.
“What is that? I’d like to think it’s not, but if you tell me she’s your new lover, you’re going to die by my hands today...”
“It’s not that kind of relationship with Poporing.”
At Ian’s firm drawing of the line, Poporing’s shoulders slumped slightly, while the corners of Helen’s mouth twitched upward.
“Hmph! Of course it shouldn't be. But you wouldn't have come together if you were nothing. What is she?”
“...Well, it’s complicated... but to summarize it in one word, a younger sister?”
“Don't talk nonsense!! Do you think I haven't done a background check on you?! Where would you even have a younger sister! And even if you did, she’s a completely different species! You’re a human! And that thing is a demon!”
“Wait, you did a background check on me?”
“...Ugh?! Y-Yes! I did!! So what!! You got a problem with that?!”
When Helen slammed the desk in a fit of brazen defiance, Poporing, startled by the loud noise, let out a small shriek. “Heuk!”
“If it was you who did the investigation, Helen, then I have no complaints. But Poporing really is my younger sister.”
“K-Heuk!! ...I-Ian... Oppa!”
Poporing looked up at me with eyes full of emotion, and I nodded.
Yes, this was the one thing I could never compromise on.
Poporing absolutely had to be my younger sister.
Otherwise, the fact that I had fiddled with Poporing’s ‘inverted nipples’ and made her climax over and over again wouldn't be sibling skinship—it would be sexual harassment.
“Are you really going to keep talking crap!!”
Slide—
Helen scanned Poporing with half-closed eyes.
Ian said she wasn't his lover, but she was still an eyesore.
First of all, the fact that she was the size of an acorn yet had monstrously large breasts was annoying enough.
‘She looks even bigger than that Golden-haired Mad Dog or the Imperial Princess.’
Evelyn and Laplace certainly didn't have small breasts, but compared to the demon girl next to Ian, they looked two cups smaller.
‘At that size, she’s at least on par with the next Saintess Candidate? No, maybe even more...’
Helen bit her lower lip.
‘This is seriously ridiculous!! Not even knowing that a woman’s charm lies in the harmony of her body, not just the size of her chest!!’
Knowing full well that Ian lost his mind whenever he saw large breasts, she couldn't help but be bothered.
“Sigh, fine. I don't have time right now, so I’ll let it slide for now. So, what did you come here for? You didn't come just to brag about getting a big-breasted younger sister, did you?”
Helen’s eyebrows arched upward.
If that were the case, she was planning to give Ian a good slap across the cheek.
“Uh... well, actually, the one with business today isn't me, it’s Poporing.”
“W-What...?”
At Ian’s absurd answer, Helen’s eyes widened in disbelief, and she soon burst into a hollow laugh.
“Ha, ha, haah?! This is seriously unbelievable!”
Did this man even realize what he was saying right now?
“Look here!! You!! ...Just because I haven't said much until now, do you think meeting me is easy?! Ha!! I am Helen Redrose! The most prominent nobles and merchants of the Empire book appointments months in advance just to see me once!!”
“For someone saying that, you’ve met me every time I’ve come by.”
“T-That’s because it’s you, so I made a special exception! Do you have any idea how much effort I put into making time back then... Ugh!!”
In the middle of her mindless rant, Helen realized how embarrassing her own words were and swallowed the rest, her face turning red.
“Aaaaah!! Q-Quiet!! I said be quiet!! Shut your mouth!!”
“...I didn't say anything.”
“I told you to shut up!! Anyway! I, Helen Redrose, am a very busy and important person!! So, while I might make time for you, I don't have time to deal with some grubby brat like that!!”
“...Gru... grubby!... K-Heuk!”
“Whoa, whoa. Calm down, Helen. You’re going to make the kid cry.”
“I am!!! Perfectly!!! Calm right now!!! And you!! Whose side are you on right now?!”
After huffing for a moment, Helen leaned back in her chair as if giving up.
“Whew... whew... Fine. If you were a man who could be reasoned with, you wouldn't have brought her in the first place. Tsk, you there.”
“Heuk...! ...Y-Yes?... Heuk-ugh...”
“Consider yourself honored. Because of that man’s face... I mean, your ‘Oppa’s’ face, I’ll give you one minute.”
“...H-Heuk? W-What... does that mean?”
“You said you had business with me. Try saying it within a minute. For your information, you have 49 seconds left.”
“...Ah, heuk-ah?.. T-That... well...”
Seeing Helen staring at her pocket watch with a blunt expression, Poporing’s mind went completely blank.
She was grateful to meet the youngest daughter of the Redrose family thanks to Ian, but she hadn't expected to meet her so suddenly.
Poke—
As Poporing stood frozen with a mind like a blank sheet of paper, Ian nudged her side-breast with his elbow.
“Poporing. What are you doing? You have to show her the petal.”
“Ah!... Y-Yes!... U-Um...! P-Please... take a look... at this... Heuk!”
Poporing hurriedly fumbled through her pocket, pulled out the ‘Golden Petal,’ and showed it.
“Sigh... Don't tell me you’re wasting my time over a piece of gold the size of a fingernail...”
Mid-sentence, Helen’s expression suddenly froze as if she had remembered something.
Click— clack—
She walked right up to Poporing and looked at the ‘Golden Petal.’
“...You, where did you get this?”
“K-Heuk...! M-My grandmother... l-left it to me... If you’re asking where it was... well...”
“Grandmother...”
Before Poporing could even finish her answer, Helen’s gaze returned to the Golden Petal.
—Originally, trust is something like that.
It was as if she could hear the old woman’s voice in her ear.
‘...Hmph! I haven't forgotten.’
There was no way she could forget.
Thanks to the ‘Rose Brooch’ the old woman had made, Helen had managed to protect her status as the successor several times.
The only reason she hadn't recognized the Golden Petal at a glance was simply because it had appeared so unexpectedly.
“...You.”
After a brief silence, Helen beckoned toward Ian with her finger.
“You have the Rose Brooch I left with you, right? Give it here.”
“Yeah, here.”
As Ian handed over the brooch from his pocket, the corners of Helen’s mouth twitched.
Despite everything, seeing Ian always carrying the ‘Rose Brooch’—which was like a part of herself—close to his chest made her a little happy.
“Hmm, ahem... Good. K-Keep carrying it on you like that from now on.”
Swish—
The two brooches looked so perfectly identical that even Helen wouldn't have been able to tell them apart if she weren't the owner of the Rose Brooch.
The old woman who made this brooch... Poporing’s grandmother, had said:
That there wouldn't be even five people in the world who could distinguish the real one from the fake.
Excluding her father, Poporing’s grandmother, and the Demon King from those five, only two remained.
Of course, she didn't blindly believe the old woman’s words, but at least so far, not a single person had noticed whether the brooch was genuine or not.
‘Well, I don't have high expectations, but if that crybaby girl inherited that old woman’s talent...’
It would be easy enough to just hand her some money and send her away, but the debt she owed the old woman was great.
If Poporing truly had talent like the old woman, Helen could even give her a spot in the ‘new business’ she was planning.
Shuck— shuck— shuck—
Helen’s hands moved with dazzling speed, shuffling the positions of the two brooches.
“Now, Poporing. Try to guess.”
“Heuk-eh?... S-Suddenly... w-what?”
“What else! The real brooch. You can touch them, so tell me which one is real.”
“H-Heuk-ugh!... Eh?... U-Um... this one?”
After fiddling with the brooches for a short while, Poporing picked one.
Helen’s eyes narrowed.
The one Poporing picked was the fake.
“Sigh, you’re wrong. That one is the fake. Well, I suppose being of the same blood doesn't mean you’re born with the same talent. That’s a shame.”
“Y-Yes? T-That can't be... Heuk!... I thought this one was b-better made...”
“What?!”
“Hi-Heuk-it!! P-Please... d-don't be... angry... K-Heuk!”
“I’m not angry, so explain what you mean.”
“Ha-heuk..! ...I mean!... The finishing...! T-The consistency of the engraving...! I-I thought... this one... was... m-more... delicate...”
Did she really distinguish them, or was she just spouting nonsense?
‘There’s no need to agonize over it. I just have to check.’
At Poporing’s answer, Helen shook her head and shuffled the two brooches once more.
“This time, try to pick the fake you chose earlier.”
“K-Heuk! ...Ah!... U-Um...! ...T-This one?”
Slide—
Poporing carefully extended her index finger and pointed to the right.
This time, she was correct.
Helen tested her a few more times after that, but Poporing distinguished them every single time without a single mistake.
“Phew... I see.”
“Heuk-eh?... W-What... do you see?”
“You, at least, have enough talent to earn my time.”
Ding—! Ding—!
As Helen nodded and rang the bell on her desk, the door opened, and a middle-aged man in a neat suit appeared.
“Did you call, Master?”
“Yes. Cancel all my remaining schedules and take this girl to the workshop. Have her make any magic tool. And if it looks usable, have her draft a business plan as well. Oh, and the funding will come from our side.”
“As you command. Now, young lady, this way please.”
“Heuk-eh? Y-Young lady?? W-Wait... where are we... going...! Heuk-kueh? I-Ian... Oppa! Heuk-eeng!!”
“Helen?”
“Don't worry. I won't do anything bad to her. More importantly, now that it’s just the two of us, I’ll ask you one more time.”
Helen approached with a face that said her smile wasn't really a smile.
“You... you really didn't do anything to your so-called ‘younger sister,’ right?”
“Yeah, of course I didn't do anything.”
I answered without hesitation.
I did do some ‘data measurement’ with Poporing, but that was strictly business.
In the process, I did have to receive a ‘paizuri’ to protect my prostate and world peace, but...
‘Paizuri is basically just like a ‘handshake,’ so there’s no need to mention it!’
Is there any husband in the world who reports to his wife that he shook hands with someone?
In fact, the only difference between a handshake and paizuri was just shaking a ‘cock’ with ‘breasts’ instead of shaking a ‘hand’!
“Tsk... As if I could ever trust a human like you...”
“That’s cold.”
“What do you mean cold! Do you have any idea how many women you’ve laid hands on so far?!”
“....”
I had nothing to say to that.
Even excluding Poporing, I couldn't count them on one hand anymore.
“Ha! Well, fine. This actually worked out well. Since I’ve canceled my schedule... there’s still time until your sister’s skills are verified. Last time you were here, we finished way too quickly...”
Slide—
Then, Helen, letting her hair down, spoke in a voice that felt strangely overbearing.
“Wait just a moment. I’m going to wash up quickly.”