Chapter 113: The Irredeemable, Garbage-Tier Milk Cow is Back!
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 113: The Irredeemable, Garbage-Tier Milk Cow is Back!
The elementary school was an environment where it was difficult to show the kind of blatant favoritism typical of a basic education institute.
"Now, now, shall our Yong-hwan come up and solve this problem~?"
Actually, it was a very difficult environment.
"Wow~ Yong-hwan solved it! Everyone, a round of applause for the class president~!"
However, within that difficult environment, Lee Ji-yeon had created a situation where she had no choice but to praise me, turning the children into applause-generating machines.
"Ah, this problem is something you all learned..."
That didn't mean her favoritism interfered with her actual job.
In fact, she was doing a damn good job.
"Both of you, stop. Even if it's a joke, if someone says they don't like it, you stop and talk. Right?"
She was excellent at mediating the children, who used to fight and scrap within the boundaries I allowed to establish their hierarchy.
"Now, now, everyone seems to be working hard for the sports festival. Teacher will check your form! I've studied physical education as well!"
She provided a clear direction for how to train the kids, whereas I had just been running them ragged without any professional knowledge.
"Yong-hwan is a boy, so everyone should yield to him, right~?"
She ensured I was always first in line for school lunch.
"Yong-hwan is a boy, so we should give him the extra snacks, right~?"
And whenever extra snacks came in, she boldly allocated the surplus as my portion.
"Yong-hwan is telling you all to work hard and do your best so we can win the competition. Is it a bad thing to tell Teacher that Yong-hwan is bullying you?"
Because she soothed them with such a gentle demeanor, the children—realizing they had no protector to turn to against my tyranny, or rather, my kindness—began to obey my commands even more fervently.
"Everyone, do your homework properly! Our class has to be number one!"
"B-but yesterday... my mom was sick..."
I kicked the nonsense-spouting brat in the shin. My own toes were screaming in pain because I’d hit him wrong, but I didn't let it show on my face.
"What does your mom being sick have to do with you not doing your homework?! Did you nurse her?!"
"No... I was just worried..."
"She'd be more worried about you not studying! If you don't bring it tomorrow, you're dead! That kid told me you were playing games yesterday. You want to lie to me?!"
"Ugh... hic... I'll do it.... I'll do it...."
My dominance was becoming increasingly absolute. I had no choice; I coveted the title of Class President of the highest-achieving class.
—Why is the class president so angry?
—I heard we got second place in the science competition.
"Ah, shit-fuck! If you've got something to say, say it to my face! You guys are staying after school today. I'm going to give you some dodgeball practice!"
Since they were still just little brats, they would often stray no matter how much leadership I showed. It was exhausting as hell. The only thought in my head was that I should never, ever become a school teacher when I grew up.
As I spent every day hitting them, scolding them, teaching them, and guiding them with "good intentions," the brats seemed to be getting more comfortable with me.
It was just sad that this was the result after an entire semester.
"Yong-hwan, Yong-hwan! It's my birthday tomorrow~ Can you come to my party~?"
"I like pizza."
"Okay! I'll tell my mom to order some!"
Going to birthday parties, clapping appropriately, and smiling was part of my job. It felt like the classmates' mothers liked me more than the kids did, but regardless, it wasn't hard. I just took the stationery sets given to me by people I’d met during movie filming—who told me to study hard—and swapped the tags to give them as gifts.
My school life, which I thought would be ruined by Lee Ji-yeon's appearance, was actually becoming quite comfortable. Thanks to Lee Ji-yeon's constant brainwashing and consideration, any leftover snacks from lunch were always mine.
"Master~! I worked hard today, didn't I? Please spank my butt and tell me I did a good job~!"
If it weren't for Lee Ji-yeon's nonsense—sticking her butt out in the classroom when it was just the two of us after school—it would have been a truly happy school life!
"You useless 'Sheep'! Go out and earn lots of money! Earn a fortune and support me! Let me suck your bank account dry and bleed you for every penny!"
"Kyaaaah~! I'll try my best~!"
Her massive rear jiggled in front of me. Feeling annoyed, I delivered a harsh smack to her buttocks. Since she had yielded her pudding to me today and even gave me the extra leftovers, I gave her five hits.
***
I was starting to get used to school life with Lee Ji-yeon, and I was living a diligent, settled routine, working the kids hard to score points for the fall sports festival.
One day, after rolling around at the fitness center and returning home, I saw a familiar silhouette lingering by my front door.
"That damn brat... why isn't he home..."
The King Milk Cow sister, whose breasts were larger than her head, was biting her nails, so lost in thought she didn't even notice me watching her from a distance.
Her brown coat suited her quite well, but it was a bit of a shame that her massive breasts, wrapped in an ivory sweater, protruded so much that they made the coat look baggy.
Still, a runaway who had ghosted me for nearly a month had returned to my arms. Isn't it the mark of a man to soothe her properly?
"Aunt Camel? It's been a while!"
"...Right."
As I took a step closer, the King Milk Cow flinched and stepped back, then thrust her retreated leg forward as if refusing to lose the psychological battle.
Her courage was admirable, considering she had been utterly defeated like a dog during the hot spring trip.
"I was really worried because I couldn't get in touch with you lately."
"...You seemed to be doing just fine, considering."
It seemed she had been checking my messages meticulously. It was worth the effort of taking photos and sending them to Camel every time my annoying pets tried to act sexy or demand things from me.
I opened the door, and Camel hurried inside. It seemed she had been waiting outside for a long time.
"...Does this kid live without ever cleaning?"
Camel clicked her tongue at the sight of the house, which was only superficially tidy.
The grandfather who used to take care of us had retired due to his age, and since then, a cleaning lady came three times a week in the morning. Today wasn't her day to work, so the morning's mess was still there.
"Mom is busy, you know. She works late a lot. She's a Hero of Justice, after all."
"Pfft... Hero of Justice, my foot."
Camel's cynical remark actually annoyed me a bit. I usually got more offended by insults directed at me than at my mom, but even so, I wasn't a kind enough person to forgive a wicked female cow for mocking my mother.
Smack!
"Hiek!? Y-you... what was that for all of a sudden?"
"Apologize for speaking ill of my mom. You garbage-tier milk cow."
Camel clutched her butt and scurried backward. When she realized her back was against the refrigerator and there was nowhere to run, her purple eyes trembled violently. It was cute.
"...I'll apologize for that."
It was pathetic how she tried to maintain her pride while avoiding my gaze. I wondered if she even had any pride left as an older woman after showing me how she could spray love juices everywhere while coming.
"So, what brings you here?"
"I was just passing by. I'm going back to the Academy soon."
Camel 'pretended' to straighten her well-tailored clothes several times for no reason.
"Since it's been a while, let's do some milking."
"...I'm busy. I don't have time for that, okay?"
Her words carried no weight when her lips were twitching like that. I didn't know what she hoped to gain by holding onto her pride when she was just a garbage-tier milk cow, but I just moved in close and tugged at her clothes.
"Ah... seriously... I told you I can't..."
Even as she said that, when I pulled her coat, she shifted her posture to make it easier to take off.
"I-I'm busy... I'm only doing this because you're f-forcing me..."
When I grabbed her sweater and slid it up, she took it off herself.
"I-I'll take it off! D-don't pull! The b-bra hurts!"
Perhaps because I wasn't used to unfastening bras yet, I pulled a bit too hard, causing the strap to stretch. She whined about it and unhooked it herself.
"...I-I'm busy. L-let's do this quickly. A-Ame... s-said she'd be late today."
The perverted garbage-tier milk cow sister, who had clearly done her background research before coming, had already unbuttoned her jeans and was sliding into a chair.
I could have just let her do some lactation masturbation like that, but...
"Today, I want to play milking. Get on all fours."
I intended to remind Camel exactly who held the upper hand, so I decided to give her some true education through cow-milking.
"What... do you mean... N-no. D-don't pull my hair. O-okay, I get it... All fours... L-like this?"
Camel got down on the floor, but because her breasts were so large, they were pressed against the ground, leaving no room for milking.
"Get on the table. I'll go get a container for the milk."
Camel's purple eyes quivered. I could see a trace of meaningless pride in those eyes as she glared at me.
"I said, get down."
Camel bit her lip in frustration and lowered her head.
I smiled with satisfaction at the sight of Camel draped over the table we usually used for Grasha.
Keep acting tough.