Chapter 118: My Dream is Shikigami Master (2)
"Perfect timing. This is a good chance for us to have a heart-to-heart talk, Hanjo."
Hoaran said that, gazing at me.
I froze, not knowing how to respond, and she stared at me intently for a while before letting out a giggle.
"Uh..."
I wondered if I'd thought something weird again, but then Hoaran spoke up.
"Just kidding. No need to panic like that. People always have secrets they want to keep, right? Even between mother and son, that doesn't change. Besides... prying into secrets one-sidedly like this wouldn't be proper."
She gently placed her hand on my cheek as she said that.
"So, relax. I won't do that to you."
Hoaran-mom...
"Indeed. I am your mother, Hanjo."
She straightened her chest as if responding to my thoughts.
Her massive breasts thrust forward, right into my line of sight.
"......"
And just like that, she must have read my fleeting thought, because her face flushed red.
But only for a moment. She cleared her throat with a hem-hem and adjusted her clothes before speaking.
"...We'll put that off for now. The transfer ritual for Hoah comes first, doesn't it?"
"Ah, yeah."
She wasn't scolding me for my dirty thoughts or anything, just suggesting we postpone it, so I nodded.
"What's so weird about it? It's only natural for a guy, isn't it?"
She tilted her head, looking at me like I was the strange one. I desperately shoved the thoughts rising in my head back down.
"......What was that? Suddenly, your mind's as clear as a Taoist monk who's trained for a hundred years?"
"...Nothing at all? Anyway, what do I need to do for the ritual?"
She stared at me for a moment, then nodded.
"It's not difficult at all. We've already implanted your hair in Hoah and prepared everything. You just need to fix it in place with your ki."
Yeah, that sounds fucking complicated.
"It's truly not hard, so don't worry. You simply hand over your ki to Hoah."
She gave a wry smile, having read my thoughts, and beckoned with her hand. Then Hoah peeked out from behind her.
"Hoah..."
Hoah had changed so much—she looked just like a child version of Hoaran now, making me wonder if this was really the same Hoah I knew. As I stared, Hoaran spoke to me.
"Come on, Hanjo. Give me your hand."
"Okay."
I extended my hand at her words, and Hoah eyed it intently before chomping down on my fingertip.
"Ow."
I wondered if she was still mad about me calling her a little brat earlier, and sure enough, she glanced up at me with a look that said she might bite harder.
"...It's not like that. Focus and transfer your ki to Hoah."
Apparently, she wasn't biting out of anger.
I apologized to Hoah, who was sucking on my finger with a sulky expression, and gathered my ki as Hoaran instructed.
A low hum rose inside me as I drew up the energy pooled within, bit by bit.
I still didn't have a great feel for this ki or mana stuff, but recalling how the power boiled and surged through me during Gift activations helped. Gradually, I sensed the ki starting to move.
"Yes, just like that... Now, think of passing it to Hoah and guide it over."
Passing it...
Like this?
Since Hoah was latched onto my finger, I shifted the ki to the tip and pushed it toward her.
"Mm..."
Hoah flinched, grimacing and trembling as she gripped my finger.
"Uh..."
"Don't worry, it's fine."
Is it really?
She was shaking like she was in pain, making me hesitate for a second, but since Hoaran said it was okay, I trusted her and resumed channeling the ki.
"......"
How much time passed like that? Changes began to appear in Hoah.
Hoah, who had blonde hair just like Hoaran's with a single black streak across it, started having her hair turn pitch black, strand by strand.
Not just that—her face, which had perfectly mirrored Hoaran's childhood self, began blending in hints of my own younger features.
"...That's enough."
Hoaran spoke just as Hoah's hair turned fully black.
"Pwah..."
Hoah spat out my finger like it was nothing and slumped over. I caught her before she fell.
"...You okay?"
"Hoah..."
When I asked, she replied with her usual "Hoah," but for some reason, the meaning rang crystal clear in my head.
'Fuck, that was exhausting...'
"......?"
What's with the kid?
"What's wrong?"
"No, didn't you hear what Hoah just said?"
The kid said she's fucking exhausted.
Not that she's exhausted—that she said fucking.
"...I'm no longer connected to Hoah, so I wouldn't know. Did she say something strange?"
"Ah..."
Come to think of it, she mentioned the connection would be severed.
So, does that mean she can't read my thoughts anymore? I stared at Hoaran, testing it out.
I wanna suck on Hoaran's nipples so fucking bad.
"...What's with you, Hanjo?"
She tilted her head, looking puzzled.
"No, nothing."
She really can't tell.
As I thought that, Hoah in my arms stared up at me and opened her mouth.
"Hoah..."
Again, her words came through loud and clear.
'You fucking pervert...'
Hoah's gone crooked.
Or maybe she was always like this and I just couldn't understand before. Then Hoaran spoke to me.
"It seems Hoah's personality has shifted a bit from absorbing your ki. But it's nothing major, so don't worry."
It was my fault, huh.
Learning that her sudden "fucking this" and "fucking that" came from me—who talks like that all the time—left a weird taste in my mouth.
And it wasn't just that; she was even picking up Lilith's "you fucking pervert bastard" lines perfectly.
"Hoah, hoah..."
Then Hoah mumbled, hugging my chest tight and closing her eyes.
I understood her again, and it stunned me.
Because what she'd just said was:
'Dad, you're fucking noisy...'
I blanked out for a second before snapping back and staring at her.
Dad...?
Why the hell am I your dad?
My actual kids aren't even born yet, and here I was getting called "dad" already.
But with Hoah fast asleep, eyes squeezed shut, there was no asking her why.
In the end, all I could do was stare blankly at her sleeping in my arms.
"...The ritual went smoothly. That's a relief."
Hearing "dad" for the first time in my life had me feeling all sorts of ways, but Hoaran looked at me and said that.
I glanced at her curiously, and she blushed faintly, tugging at my clothes.
"N-Now that the ritual's done... we can do what we postponed earlier, right?"
"Uh..."
"...Don't you want to?"
She looked up at me, asking.
"...No way I'd say no."
As if I would.
"Then..."
She glanced at Lilith and Yustitia, still sprawled out asleep on the bed, then at the door. I shot to my feet.
I tucked Hoah into bed, pulled the covers over her, took Hoaran's hand, and said,
"Let's go."
She nodded, and we stepped out of the bedroom together.
Roughly four paizuri-fellatio rounds later, Hoaran blinked sleepily, looking dead tired.
"Mom?"
"S-Sorry."
She startled and apologized when I called her.
Makes sense—she'd stayed up till dawn reinforcing Hoah, when she usually sleeps early. It probably wasn't some quick-and-easy task either.
No wonder she was wiped. I told her,
"That's enough. Get some rest."
"But... aren't you still not satisfied, Hanjo?"
Four loads weren't nearly enough for me; my dick was still rock-hard, wedged between her tits and pussy. She eyed it as she said that.
She was right, but...
Asking for more now would make me a dick with no conscience.
"I'm good. Go wash up and sleep a bit."
"But if I sleep, breakfast..."
"I'll handle it."
She looked at me, then nodded.
"...Sorry, Hanjo. I'll leave it to you, then."
Once I confirmed she'd washed up and crashed next to Hoah, I prepped breakfast for the first time in forever.
I'd barely done it since Hoaran moved in—must've been a month at least.
"Hoaran-mom's the best."
The fridge was stocked; whenever minotaur milk or Ariadd's sap ran low, she'd filled it with all sorts of stuff. Side dish ingredients overflowed.
Too many options, even for breakfast—I was stumped.
I knew Lilith would eat anything, and Hoaran's favorites well enough, but...
"...What does Yustitia like?"
The newest family member, not even a day in, was the issue.
No clue what she'd enjoy.
We hadn't even eaten together yet.
After agonizing, I settled on a safe sweet-and-savory combo that most wouldn't hate. As I cooked, the door opened.
Hoaran up already, despite telling her to sleep? But turning around, it was Lilith, rubbing her eyes sleepily.
"Whoa... up already?"
"Yeah..."
She rubbed her eyes and mumbled.
One of the rare times Lilith looked straight-up adorable—groggy in the morning.
I'd been heading to work before she woke lately, so it had been ages.
"...What's with the cooking? And who's that kid sleeping with Hoaran?"
She yawned hugely and asked.
"Making breakfast. The kid with Hoaran-mom is Hoah. Don't call her a kid or she'll get mad—heads up."
She was so cute I kinda wanted to tease her into it, but anyway.
Lilith tilted her head.
"Hoah? Her?"
She muttered it, then nodded like, oh yeah, yesterday.
"Strengthening her with Yustitia's dragon heart or whatever, and you pull it off in a day? No wonder Hoaran's passed out at this hour."
"Looked beat. Told her I'd handle breakfast so she could sleep. Speaking of, where's Yustitia-mom?"
"...That one won't wake till lunch on her own...? Ooh, bulgogi?"
A bit more awake now, she sidled up and eyed the bulgogi I'd just stir-fried.
"Just one bite."
"...Save it for breakfast?"
"I'll eat then and now."
"You'll gain..."
She glared daggers, so I shut up and shoved the biggest piece her way.
"Mmm, tasty. I'm off to shower."
"Almost done, so wake Hoaran-mom and Yustitia-mom after."
"Yeah, yeah." She headed for her morning shower, and I snagged a piece of bulgogi for myself.
"Fucking delicious."
Whoever made it nailed it.
Was nervous since it'd been so long, but my skills hadn't rusted.