Chapter 253: A■■ne(1)[R-18]
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 253: A■■ne(1)[R-18]
A naked Poporing knelt on the living room floor, her hands raised high in the air as she sobbed.
“Hic, uwaaaaah...!! Ian Oppa!! He!! Hit me!! This, this is... hic!!... do-domestic violence!!”
“Be quiet!”
Whack!
My fist came down once more, planting itself firmly on the crown of Poporing’s head.
‘Mmm, as expected of Poporing... she’s so addictive to hit.’
The exquisite hardness of her skull, the elasticity of her scalp, and even the vibration of her walnut-sized brain rattling inside!
Even if I searched the entire world, it would be hard to find another being who provided such a perfect sense of impact as Poporing’s head.
“Waaaaah!! Why!! Why do you keep hitting me...!! What did I even do this time!! Hic, uwaaaah!!”
Perhaps her sorrow had finally breached its limit, as Poporing burst into a fit of wailing.
“Don’t cry. My heart, having no choice but to give you a knuckle sandwich, hurts far more than your head does.”
“...Hic, huh?”
Poporing lifted her face, smeared with tears and snot, to look up at me.
Her wide eyes were filled with a very foul question: ‘What kind of bullshit is he talking about?’ But...
‘Since I’m a generous brother.’
I could overlook a little minor rebellion from my cute younger sister.
“So, Poporing, who told you to do something that deserves a beating?”
“Hic! Wh-when!! When did I do something that deserves a beating?!”
“When?”
Flop—
Sitting on the edge of the bed, I frowned and nudged a VPN magic tool rolling around on the floor with the tip of my foot.
“If you have a conscience, take a look at the state of the Gallery. This wasn't even an impulsive act of trolling; it was a planned attack timed for when I was away for the opening ceremony. That makes the nature of your crime even worse.”
“Hic...! N-no!!... It’s true... that I trolled... but... I told you I wasn’t the one who started it!!”
Spring—!
As Poporing jumped up from her spot, her breasts—so large it was hard to believe they were attached to such a small body—swayed violently.
“Ian Oppa! Do I really look like the kind of person who makes plans?!”
For a moment, I was speechless.
Certainly, the Poporing I knew didn't suit the word 'plan' at all...
But I never expected her to say it with her own mouth.
Misinterpreting my silence as agreement, Poporing puffed out her chest—with only her nipples tucked away—and continued boastfully.
“Do you want me to tell you what kind of person I am? I’m just a dog chasing the tail of chaos! I don’t even know what to do once I catch it! I just do things!”
Having shouted that, Poporing suddenly lowered her head and began to laugh.
“...Hic, heehee!!”
Laughing with a face that still had dried traces of love juice on it...
She looked completely insane to anyone watching.
“Ian Oppa, you fundamentally misunderstand trolling! It’s not about the trolling! It’s about the message! Everything burns! You create a little mess, overturn the firmly established order, and everything falls into chaos. Yes, I am the Agent of Chaos!”
Slowly—
When I silently raised my fist, Poporing quickly returned to her kneeling position with her hands raised high.
“...O-of course, not anymore... hic, heehee... I’m just saying I was like that once... Poporing has been rehabilitated thanks to Ian Oppa and Evelyn Unnie and has become a good little sister... hic, hee...”
Poporing, whose socialization was completed in an instant, made excuses while wiggling her thighs.
“So... I asked why a 'good little sister' would go on a trolling spree.”
“N-no! Ian Oppa!! I-I’m frustrated too!! No matter how much I’ve retired from trolling... I’m the crazy bitch in this neighborhood!! How could I stand another kid trolling the Gallery!! ...I should have... Next time... I-I’ll hold back.”
Poporing, who was about to fly off the handle again, caught my eye and spoke in a shrinking voice.
“Hic, heehee... B-but... since I’m a troll who ‘knows how to keep to the line’... I didn't use a ‘Strategic Nuke’ like that kid did, I only used something like a ‘Tactical Nuke’...”
“Sigh... Poporing. I can be an angel or a devil depending on how you behave. Stop making excuses while I’m being nice and apologize for what you did wrong.”
“N-no!! It’s true! Believe me, Ian Oppa!”
Crack—
At Poporing’s endless lies, I spoke lowly while loosening my wrists.
“If you keep lying, I’ll have no choice but to become a devil. If such a user existed, there would be evidence left behind, wouldn't there?”
“Yes!! That’s exactly what I want to say! Check it! If you just look through the post list a little bit, it’ll come right up!”
Shouting as if she were being wronged, Poporing began to frantically flip through the pages of the Gallery.
...However.
“Hic, huh?”
A dumbfounded sound escaped Poporing’s mouth.
There was nothing.
‘...Why... is it gone?’
No matter how many pages she turned, there was no sign of a post written by a user named ‘StrategicNukeLoverA■■ne.’
That wasn't all.
Even the posts from other people mentioning StrategicNukeLoverA■■ne had vanished entirely.
As if such a being had never existed in the Gallery from the very beginning.
“Th-this can’t... b-be? ...Hic, w-was it deleted?”
“Poporing... if it was deleted, there should be a record in the management logs. It’s not there either. You really take me for a fool until the very end.”
“Hic, eeeeek!!?? No, I’m telling you!! I’m being framed!!! R-right! Screenshot!! I took a screenshot!”
Poporing shouted urgently and opened the Gallery Album, but...
“....Hic, ho-ho? Really... this shouldn't be happening?”
In the Album, only the screenshot of StrategicNukeLoverA■■ne had vanished without a trace.
It was a situation that made no sense to dismiss as a simple error.
Shiver!
A chill ran down Poporing’s spine.
“...In the end, you won't reflect until the very last moment. Poporing, I’m disappointed.”
I once again picked up the ‘Final Version’ lying on the desk and infused it with mana.
Vroooom—!
The ‘Final Version,’ having absorbed the mana, emitted a cold and heavy sensation.
“W-wait! Wait, wait... just a second!”
Poporing waved her hands with a pale face.
“I-Ian Oppa! Do you know what the difference between tactics and strategy is?”
“Don’t stall for time.”
“It’s... really important! J-just answer me first!!”
“Sigh....”
When I gave a brief, annoyed answer, Poporing’s eyes sparkled.
“Th-then, Ian Oppa. What is a ‘Tactical Nuke’?”
“Poporing, it’s you running around!”
Whack!
Saying it made me angry again, so I gave Poporing another smack on the head.
“Hic, aggh—! Stop hitting me! I’m being serious! Ian Oppa, you know what tactics and strategy are, but you don’t know what a ‘Strategic Nuke’ and a ‘Tactical Nuke’ are!”
Poporing shouted while clutching the crown of her head with both hands.
“....”
Come to think of it, she was right.
As is usually the case with terms used in the Gallery...
I just thought of it as a way to refer to a type of trolling; I had never tried to look up the exact etymology.
“I guess so?”
“R-right? Ian Oppa doesn't know either, right??”
“So, what is a Tactical Nuke? What does it mean?”
When I asked, Poporing suddenly shut her mouth tight.
“...I don’t know either.”
“What? If you don’t know, who does?”
“I told you earlier! I just copied the ‘Strategic Nuke’ and ran with it! Of course... the ‘Strategic Nuke’ was too strong, so I nerfed it to something like a ‘Tactical Nuke’ and ran...”
Poporing, who was trailing off while sobbing, suddenly widened her eyes as if something had occurred to her.
“...Wait? It m-might still be there?”
A ray of light flashed through Poporing’s mind.
The ‘Secret Fapping Material’ box that Ian Oppa had buried deep in the ground, but Poporing had eventually found.
And tucked away inside it was [Latest, 1st Person. SSS-Class Younger Sister Pussy-type Onahole.AVI].
‘...S-since he probably just moved everything in there because he was too lazy to organize after jerking off.’
The screenshot had certainly vanished from the Album, but...
If her hunch was right, the photo might still be saved inside the crystal ball!
Dash—!
Poporing ran to the corner of the yard without even putting on clothes and returned carrying the stash box.
“You... that box?”
“Hic! I know what you want to say, Ian Oppa, but just wait...!”
Click—
Poporing, opening the box, pulled out the crystal ball for [Latest, 1st Person. SSS-Class Younger Sister Pussy-type Onahole.AVI].
‘P-please... please let it be there!’
Poporing prayed in her heart as she carefully manipulated the crystal ball to open the folder.
킵갖랑拗쵯쟌킹
押ⓦ겍徇귙겒徇잆겗偃?縯
섹̯̘͕͐̀̈́̀̿̀͋̃͂̀ͅDWQDWQ
繧ゅ⊆繧ゅ⊆縺｣縺ｦ
For some reason, the videos inside the folder were filled with unrecognizable strings of characters, as if the data were corrupted, but...
[Screenshot-001.JPG]
Poporing shouted as she manifested the only surviving file.
“Th-this is it!! Ian Oppa, this!! This is what I was talking about!”
Click—!
The moment Poporing reflexively opened the file to prove her innocence.
[Author: StrategicNukeLoverA■■ne]
[Is there no manager?? lol. Dropping a strategic nuke lol][7]
The room was filled with ‘Pure White.’
It wasn't just a simple white.
If one were to compress all the malevolence and curses of the world into one, would it be that color?
Just looking at it caused a wave of unpleasantness to wash over the body, as if the soul itself were being defiled.
“...Hic, blegh!!”
Poporing gagged involuntarily.
She had opened the photo by mistake in her flustered state, but...
‘Hic, ugh... I-it feels gross... but with this... Ian Oppa will understand too, right...?’
Thinking that, Poporing looked at Ian’s profile.
—Tremble, tremble, tremble
Poporing’s entire body shook violently.
She had never imagined Ian Oppa could make such a face.
Certainly, Ian Oppa had been angry with her and punished her many times before, but...
There had always been an invisible ‘line’ in all his actions.
Because Ian Oppa was a ‘man who knew how to keep to the line.’
But...
In the bloodlust Ian Oppa was radiating now, no ‘line’ could be felt.
“....”
Poporing couldn't breathe properly under Ian’s killing intent, which felt like it was shrinking her heart.
“Poporing...”
“Y-yes! Po! Po! Ring!”
Poporing answered, reflexively snapping into an attention stance at Ian’s low voice.
“You... that photo...”
“I-I am reflecting! Even if someone posts a disgusting image, I shouldn't have followed suit... blah blah...”
“....”
Listening to Poporing’s endless excuses, it seemed that in her eyes, the ‘Strategic Nuke’ appeared as nothing more than a horrific, disgusting image.
But...
I could see it.
[Author: A■■ne] = [A■■ne]
[Help me...][7]
Skin stained with bloodstains and dust.
Clothes torn to tatters.
Pure white hair and eyes.
The true form of the post, which was completely different from what Poporing described.