Chapter 156: My Sister's Friend's Mom
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 156: My Sister's Friend's Mom
Ophelia’s chest was soft and squishy. Even though she was soaked in sweat and had been caught in the rain, she smelled incredibly good. This lewd sister’s friend seemed to be doing her absolute best to be ravished by me.
I gave her breast a slight nudge with my knee.
—Vroom… vroom…
I could feel the "chest engine" purring through her bodystocking. It meant they would be even bigger once I took it off.
“I just finished training… do I smell or anything?”
“Ophelia Noona, you smell so~ good!”
The Little Duchess cleared her throat softly and began to hug me a bit tighter. She was quite cute. Compared to those perverted trash "mom’s friends" who spent their time plotting the best way to devour me to make a name for themselves, she was practically an angel.
I felt like I could be a bit more proactive.
I lightly toyed with the thick areolae that asserted their presence through the full-body stocking.
“Ngh…! Y-you can’t touch there….”
“Huh? Where do you mean~?”
When I flashed her an innocent, naive smile, Ophelia couldn't say anything more and tried her best to act like nothing was wrong, which was adorable.
“Ophelia Noona, I missed you so~ much. Did you miss me too?”
“Yeah… I missed you….”
Perhaps she had been doing a bit of "chest masturbation" on her own, because even though I was just casually playing around, her body was twitching and reacting. I wanted to tease her more, maybe give her a little flick, but unfortunately, my Dark Affection Level wasn't high enough to play with her to that extent yet.
I’d played with Ophelia’s breasts enough for now. Just as I was about to wrap my arms around her neck—which was wet with a liquid that could have been sweat or rain—to make her go all dizzy in my "cute younger brother" role...
“Get away from my brother.”
Iris approached and promptly snatched me away.
“Ophelia Noona…!”
“Ugh…. Sorry.”
In times like this, she should have tried harder to take me back from my sister, but perhaps she wanted to show off her refined upbringing, because her e-f-f-o-r-t was lacking.
“Our Yong-hwan missed his sister, didn't he?”
“....Yeah.”
Iris rubbed me against her chest. There was no softness to be found; just a hint of skin over ribs and a faint, lingering sense of willpower that insisted she was still a woman. It was a washboard chest in every sense of the word.
It didn't hurt, but having just been pressed against the Little Duchess’s voluminous breasts, the relative deprivation was so strong it made my heart ache—and my "equipment" go limp.
During her chunibyo phase, my sister used to avoid me while spouting nonsense like, "I’ll get stronger to protect you!" But as time passed, she seemed to have shaken off those symptoms and returned to a normal human mindset.
Thanks to the recent rise in men's rights, things like getting gang-banged while walking down the street or being kidnapped to be used as a biological dildo almost never happened in the major districts of the main cities anymore.
Besides, I usually had security personnel—either my mother’s subordinates or Hindel’s—following me whenever I moved, so the risk of being attacked by Defectors was being blocked at the source!
“Is Noona part of Ophelia Noona’s knight order too?”
“That’s right!”
Ophelia suddenly jumped into the conversation. It was sweet how she clearly wanted to exchange even one more word with me.
“That’s a lie. I just played a War Game with her.”
My sister glared at Ophelia, then looked back at me and began to speak softly. I couldn't tell if the Little Duchess was trying to get close to my sister, or if she wanted to get close to me… no, if she wanted to put it in and make squelching noises. The boundaries were blurry today as well.
“A War Game? Isn't that something you do on a computer?”
“I wanted to do that, but she kept pestering me to do it for real.”
“We have plenty of resources… and simulations just don't feel real enough. Besides, when it comes to knight-level power, there are still many areas where computers fall short in representing them.”
I began to wonder if you could even call it a "game" when you conduct a War Game in reality instead of a simulation.
“That’s because you used your knights to wreck all the main weapons right at the start!”
From what I could gather, it sounded like the knight sisters had just been humoring the girls' games. I hated it when women bickered over nonsense—it wasn't even a proper catfight—so I felt the need to break it up.
“Are there no tanks?”
“She used her knights to smash them all within thirty minutes of the game starting.”
“...?”
This was getting serious.
“If they’re smashed, are there no tank wrecks left?”
“See that pile of scrap metal over there? That’s them.”
I looked where my sister was pointing, but I couldn't see anything. I tried my best to focus, but all I could see were some blurry, speck-sized things at the edge of my vision.
“You can use these to see.”
“Ophelia Noona, thank you! I love you!”
After doing something intentionally flirtatious, I put on the binoculars Ophelia gave me. Without me even touching them, they automatically zoomed in and out, showing me the blurry objects clearly.
“...Actual tanks?”
The armored vehicles, similar to the ones Brigadier General Wanker had shown me on the Northern Front, were lying around with sharp, jagged cuts through them.
“They’re old models, over five years old.”
“Miss Iris, shall we use the latest models next time then? We can loosen the Mana restrictions a bit more for a sense of realism!”
“No need! I only came because you said it was a simple game….”
My sister let out a long sigh as if her energy had been drained.
While some people mobilized actual tanks and armored vehicles for a War Game just to play with a friend, Alicia de la Vega, who bragged about being a third-generation chaebol, felt like nothing more than an onahole vampire in front of the "real deal."
“So, who won?”
“I won, obviously.”
Iris puffed out her chest proudly as she looked at me. The fact that it looked no different than usual made my heart ache.
If she had inherited even a bit of Mom’s genes, her chest would have been big, but my adoptive rabbit sister’s chest was nothing but an iron wall.
“...Miss Iris, you just copied my tactics exactly.”
“I just followed what was efficient. I did things differently from the mid-game onwards. I just needed time to get used to it.”
“Um… was anyone hurt during all that?”
Ophelia nodded as if telling me not to worry.
“Mana was quite restricted, and since they are the regular army of the House of La Croix, their equipment is top-tier. There were about a hundred and twenty injuries, but I’ve already received reports that they’ve all fully recovered, so there’s no need to worry.”
I was confident I’d be good at playing soldier too. If I succeeded in seducing Ophelia, it might be fun to pester her to do this occasionally.
“Then those popping sounds I heard on the way here, was that gunpowder?”
“To get that kind of explosive power from gunpowder, you’d need aerial bombs. We had a duel between commanders at the end.”
Ophelia explained calmly while stroking my head. My sister, seemingly hating the sight of her friend touching her brother, spun around while still holding me.
Ophelia made a face as if she were hurt.
“A duel between commanders?”
“I sparred with her. Like usual.”
“Who won that?”
“I did.”
My sister answered so matter-of-factly. Ophelia clenched her fists in frustration. Come to think of it, I remembered that Ophelia was a pathetic perennial runner-up who got crushed by my sister in everything from grades to practical exams.
Every time she called, she’d say she could win this time, that she was confident this time, only to lose every single time. It was quite a pitiful sight.
“Iris Noona~! I’m hungry~!”
Iris naturally looked at Ophelia.
“Butler, how are the preparations for the meal coming along?”
Ophelia picked up a radio and contacted someone. A response came back immediately through the static-free radio, saying that preparations were complete.
“Let’s take a quick wash and start the meal right away. Our Yong-hwan must be hungry.”
“Who’s 'our' Yong-hwan?”
Ophelia tried to flirt with me, but my sister coldly cut her off. The hierarchy between the two seemed already decided.
Naturally, the standard move would be to lick the back hole of the wealthy, well-housed, and powerful Ophelia, but seeing how immature these sisters still were, it seemed the Yaksha Rule was in effect. For the time being, Iris would likely remain at the top of the power rankings.
“Noona~ I’m hungry!”
“Yes, yes, let’s go wash up quickly.”
As the conversation ended, Mom was slowly approaching us while holding Grasha. At the same time, a helicopter passed overhead.
It emitted only a smooth vibration, devoid of the crude, ignorant noise of typical propellers.
I didn't even remember how I got on the helicopter. Grasha, whose phobia flared up again from being in the air, crawled into Mom’s arms and couldn't say a word. Because of that, I alone got to taste a glimpse of the Ducal Family’s massive territory from above.
Thanks to the helicopter flying at an incredible speed, we arrived at the House of La Croix in no time. As the helicopter was about to land, Mom suddenly stood up.
"Yong-hwan, hold onto Grasha tight. Okay?"
"What, are we actually crashing?!"
"N-no! It's not that!"
Grasha’s eyes went wide, and she opened her mouth wide to start crying. I quickly covered her mouth.
"Yong-hwan, you shouldn't cover your sister's mouth like that...."
"I told you we're not crashing, so stop it. Grasha."
"Hic... hic... uwaaa...."
Why was this girl such a coward? Anyone would think she’d been traumatized as a child by someone jumping hard on a glass-bottomed airship trying to break the floor.
Mom stood in front of the door as if protecting us, and a woman began to walk slowly from the center of the heliport.
Judging by her clothes, she looked like the Whore Captain of this neighborhood; she was draped in scraps of fabric that looked like they’d reveal her tits or crotch with the slightest movement.
“I wondered when I heard the name Degrain, and it turns out you’re from the direct lineage, not a collateral branch. Well, I’ve never even heard of a collateral branch existing. I suppose this meeting was inevitable.”
I wondered what my mom usually did, considering how many people seemed to know her. No, right now, the woman’s tone made it sound like she knew my grandmother. Mom didn't say a word, just stood at the helicopter door staring at the Whore Captain sister.
Given her resemblance to Ophelia, she looked like an older sister with a bit of an age gap. But considering Ophelia used to appeal to me by saying she was the sole heir with no relatives, this woman was likely Ophelia’s mother—possessing the "Incredibly Hot Mom" trait common in fantasy worlds.
“I suppose the previous duke of La Croix has passed away.”
“So there’s no need to be on guard.”
The Whore Captain sister—no, Her Excellency the Duchess La Croix—smiled gently. She showed her hands lightly as if she had no intention of fighting.
Seeing Mom take a stance as if she were about to pounce at any moment, I could reach the simple conclusion that the Duchess before us was a spellcaster.
“And since I am standing here now as Ophelia’s mother, wouldn't it be polite for Your Excellency to stand here as Iris’s mother as well?”
Seeing how she calmly said everything she wanted to say, she seemed like a formidable lady. Mom let out a long sigh and finally stepped out of the helicopter. I followed behind Mom, awkwardly clutching Gracia.
“Oh? A boy?”
By the way, seeing her up close, she really was incredibly lewd. To think someone like this was a Duchess; the Empire was in trouble. The blonde lady, who clearly seemed to have a streak of exhibitionism, looked down at me.
"It is an honor to meet you, Garnet de La Croix-nim."
When I bowed, the youngest followed suit and bowed the same way.
"I-it is... an h-honor? To meet you? Garnet... de La Croix-nim?"
Seeing the youngest copy me, Duchess La Croix let out a small laugh. She crouched down and stroked my head, and I caught a glimpse of a delicious-looking areola through the gaps in her dress.
“What cute children, Iris’s mom.”
“...They are my pride. Ophelia’s…. mom.”
As if she wanted to spit out the word "Duchess," Mom called Duchess La Croix by the title she had used for herself, looking quite displeased.
The atmosphere was quite heartwarming and nice to see.