Chapter 144: The Cancer of Society
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 144: The Cancer of Society
"To Ame's promotion!"
I wondered how many times I’d vented my frustration by ejaculating at will into Alicia’s sticky flesh, grinding my teeth over my defeat in the midterm exams.
"Everyone... why are you all gathered here? It’s so unnecessary..."
My mom, who had become the protagonist of some criminal crackdown during her long-term business trip, had finally returned home after being promoted.
I was all fired up to teach her how a female should treat a male, but I couldn't find an opening to satisfy my lust because her friends had swarmed the house to throw a party.
I wanted to strip my pants off right now and show off my gear—over 20cm long and embedded with natural 'pearls' thanks to either the Solar Divine Art or the Ten-Thousand-Year Fire Carp Inner Core—and start an auction. Unfortunately, I had to postpone that for next time, lest I be relegated to the status of a Public Dildo.
I figured I’d have to deflower them one by one whenever the opportunity arose, and only then, once I had them under my thumb, would I pull off a surprise event like that.
For now, I had no choice but to play with our youngest brat.
I had intended to show my filial piety to my mom, who had worked so hard out in the field, with a warm meal and a hot dick, but this situation was just depressing.
"Oppa."
"Oppa is mentally preparing himself right now, so why don't you wait in your room? Go play with that game console Whitey gave you."
"Wolf Sister took it back!"
The brat’s green eyes stared intently at me. Since the only thing she could take from me was my semen, I wasn't afraid of her at all.
"Go ask the aunts to play with you. If you do, I'll snatch the console back from Whitey and give it to you."
"The aunts are all drunk and boring. Let's have a magic duel."
This crazy brat. She was learning the advanced course of intermediate magic and seemed intent on messing with me, someone who was barely scratching the surface of the basics.
"What did Teacher Yvette say? Didn't she tell you not to bully your brother?"
"I'm not bullying you. You're so~ bad at magic, Oppa, so I'm going to help you."
This brat had cherry-picked all of Mom's good genes and was under the delusion that she was hot stuff.
I hadn't inherited anything properly except for my looks, which led me to undergo a dark evolution into a literal motherfucker. Seeing how she got both the looks and the talent made me realize just how unfair the world was.
Even if I was a degenerate bastard who slept with his own mother, with a sister this toxic, Mom deserved a beating for her terrible home education.
This won't do. I need to kick her friends out and get to work on Mom.
"Oppa! Where are you going? Where are you going?"
"To discipline the aunts."
Like the Otherworld proverb that says a man needs a beating every three days, I felt the need to establish some discipline among Mom's friends, who were clearly planning some nonsense today.
I looked at the faces of the "cancerous cartel" members who were sitting around the long table, sipping expensive liquor and chatting away.
Perhaps because they were already quite tipsy, they didn't even notice me approaching.
"So, how much did you spend this time?"
The white-winged Angel Sister with the bob cut nudged Camel’s breast with her elbow, her blue eyes curving into a soft arc.
"Ten stacks. Her performance scores weren't bad to begin with, and she has a mentor. She would've been promoted eventually if she waited, but isn't faster better? I laundered it through the President and slotted her right in."
"Ame, did you hear? This cow-tits burned ten stacks for you."
"Shut up! I got promoted because of my own merits!"
Mom snapped at Tiria, the hopeless simp pervert molester prosecutor. The Angel Sister cackled and clapped her hands.
"You know that investigating with me was more helpful than the ten stacks those tits gave you, right?"
"Helpful? Do you know you got reported for groping an idol boy's butt in the colony? I had to clean that mess up..."
Mom let out a long sigh as if she had a headache.
I had intended to discipline these pieces of trash, but their conversation was so interesting that my boner completely died down.
"Tiria, when are you going to get your act together?"
The soldier sister—Cassia Cortin, the one I had made spray sticky fluids by giving her a handjob—spoke while lightly pushing her glass of liquor with her finger, balancing it so it wouldn't tip.
"Ugh, shut up. Those guys were the weird ones."
The "Angel" who couldn't break her old habits and had sexually harassed an idol even in the colony waved her hand dismissively, clearly wanting to drop the subject.
"I could understand if you were a true lecher, but they say you back out as soon as the mood gets right. I don't get your intention."
At Cassia’s persistent questioning, Tiria drained her glass and held it out to my mom. Mom chuckled and poured the amber liquid into her coworker's(?) glass.
Tiria downed it in one shot and finally spoke.
"It's because there are no men I actually want. Groping their butts or playing around is just a screening process. If I actually intended to fuck them, why would I do things that get me called a molester?"
Tiria, seemingly quite drunk, brushed back her sweat-soaked bangs and exhaled deeply.
"It's, you know... I'm selecting. Hey, you do it too, Camel. Don't you rank the boys and supply them to the Empress or the nobles?"
"You make it sound so filthy. I just evaluate them and sell the information. People will think I'm a human trafficker if they hear you."
"Exactly! I'm not a molester; I'm just verifying them myself!"
They were talking as if it were some simple prank, but from a commoner's perspective, it was easy to conclude that they were both total bitches.
"I assign grades based on objective information like their class attitude or physical specs. You just enjoy yourself by fondling their butts. How is that the same? Are you looking down on an educator right now?"
"I keep it to myself, but you sell all that information! And I'm not just fondling butts; I'm checking their reactions. How they cope, how they react, things like that."
Both sounded insane, yet both seemed to believe they were doing their jobs with integrity and in the right direction.
"It's a good day, so stop fighting, you two. Do you have to argue every time you meet?"
"We're not fighting; we're having a conversation."
"That's right, Ame. You just drink."
Seeing Tiria and Camel refill Mom's glass as she tried to mediate, it really didn't seem like they were actually fighting.
I thought the conversation would get boring if it ended there, so I climbed onto Mom's lap.
"Our cute son is here~!"
Mom, who had been pressured into several drinks by the human trafficker and the habitual molester prosecutor, welcomed me with a slightly slurred voice.
I ignored her hands as she toyed with my cheeks and enjoyed the attention focused on me. Since I was the one who had taught "pleasure(?)" to every female here except Tiria, I had the illusion that they were all drooling while looking at me.
"Camel Noona, what rank am I?"
"What rank...?"
Camel gripped her half-empty glass with both hands and asked back nervously.
"You said you rank the boys, right? Well?"
"You... that is..."
Camel avoided my gaze. I had been recognized as an SSS-Rank Male, but she seemed embarrassed to say it here.
"Camel Noona?"
"O-Of course... you're SSS-Rank... yeah, SSS-Rank."
Camel answered with her head bowed low to avoid the stares of her friends. It was an excellent answer, so I decided to deflower her when I had the time.
"Pfft... SSS-Rank? I heard there isn't even an A-Rank at the academy."
"Shut up, Tiria."
Camel growled as the Angel Sister laughed, failing to read the room.
"Yep~ my son is an SSS-Rank Male~! Sniff sniff... I love my son's scent~."
Mom, seemingly pleased by the praise I received, began to nuzzle the crown of my head and sniff me.
"I-I didn't say he was a male?!"
Camel’s voice cracked. I had been listening to Mom's evaluation without much thought, but come to think of it, Camel hadn't used the word "male," yet she had evaluated me as one all on her own.
I saw Tiria’s blue eyes tremble in confusion.
"No way~ my son is an amazing male~! Let's kiss Mommy, chu~ chu~!"
This person... no, this elf... people had clearly given her too much to drink. I lifted my head, met her lips, and swallowed a mouthful of her liquor-scented saliva.
"...."
"...."
"...."
Everyone was staring at us with wide eyes. Tiria covered her face with both hands, let out a long sigh, and suddenly stood up.
"I'll go put Ame to bed, so you guys explain everything properly."
Then she grabbed Mom's arm and pulled.
"Ame, come on. You're too drunk."
"Noo~ I wanna play with my son~ I'm gonna play lots with my SSS-Rank Male~!"
"Ugh... why is a woman like this my mentor's daughter... My head hurts. I'm just going to go sleep too. You guys explain it well!"
The pervert molester prosecutor suppressed my mom, who was trying to hug me tight, and dragged her into the master bedroom while muttering nonsense.
And so, those left at the table were:
"Ahem... Yo-Yong-hwan, is there anything you want to eat?"
Camel Sirian, the big-titted woman currently undergoing perverted-shame training by me.
"...Have you been well?"
Cassia Cortin, who hadn't been able to look me in the eye for days after squirting once in the bathroom.
"H-Here. Sit here. Right here!"
Alicia de la Vega, the vampire who, despite being entrusted with me for two weeks to look after me, had called her friend over(?) and acted as a cum dumpster, now patting her thigh to offer me a seat.
"What... ugh... Yong-hwan is here~! Come play with Noona~!"
Morian Siador, the Snow Woman who had been face-down on the table until a moment ago, a second-generation chaebol trying to become a first-generation one.
"Yong-hwan, do you want anything else to eat? Should I order more!?"
And Lee Ji-yeon, who I had no idea why she was even here.