Chapter 163: I Guess I’ll Just Have to Be the One to Devour Her.
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 163: I Guess I’ll Just Have to Be the One to Devour Her.
I spent the day diligently exploring the deepest parts of the inner castle—places where no one but the Duchess’s staff ever set foot—but even by dinner, I hadn't covered half of it.
“My mother is feeling unwell... so she won't be able to attend. She wanted to convey her apologies to Lady Iris's family.”
I wanted to protest, asking if it made any sense for the host to be absent after inviting guests, but since she was my sister’s friend’s mom, I had no choice but to let it slide.
“Still, our head chef has put in a lot of effort, so you can look forward to the meal.”
As Ophelia said, the meal was magnificent.
Not only were my favorite foods prepared in various ways with a wide array of ingredients, but the spread laid out before my mom, my sister, and Gracia was perfectly tailored to their individual tastes. Even Mom looked impressed, wondering how they had figured out everyone's preferences.
I almost shed a tear at this utterly unreasonable wealth gap, but the food was delicious, so I suffered another defeat today.
However!
Even after enjoying a banquet that threatened to break both my body and spirit, the bourgeois bastards' tyranny wasn't over.
“One room... per person...?”
These devils were clearly trying to lure me in by showering me with unbelievable benefits and pleasures.
“I did tell them to prepare separate rooms for everyone for now... but you are more than welcome to stay together as a family.”
Ophelia played the role of the acting family head perfectly, maintaining a formal and unnecessarily mature tone in front of my mom.
“Thank you for the consideration, Miss Ophelia. But since the family has gathered for the first time in a while, we should spend time together—”
“No.”
Everyone’s eyes fixed on me. I had only cut her off because Mom was starting to pull some nonsense, but the atmosphere turned strange.
“I’m all grown up now. I’m sleeping alone!”
“No, Yong-hwan... Iris is here too, so as a family...”
“I’m past the age of sleeping with my family, okay?”
Mom seemed so shocked by her son’s adolescent rebellion that she couldn't say a word.
“Son, do you really hate sleeping with Mommy that much?”
“Yeah! I hate it! Mom, you sleep with Grasha and Sis!”
I already had a prior engagement for tonight, so no matter what the Sow Elf Mom—no, Mom—said, it wouldn't work on me.
My sister soothed Mom as if she understood, and the youngest was either too full or just didn't care, as she was already nodding off while piggybacked on Iris.
“M-Mommy is...! Mommy is going to have so much fun playing all night with just the girls! We’re going to have a blast without Yong-hwan!”
“Yeah, have fun.”
This lady started talking nonsense, thinking I’d actually be tempted. If she had offered some sticky incestuous mating tonight, I might have been slightly interested, but I had to play with the toy right next to me.
Besides, since I had acquired something even better today, unboxing and enjoying the brand-new item was more important than the Sow Elf Mom, whom I could eat whenever I wanted.
Mom looked back several times, but since she didn't even make an effort to persuade me, I was able to abandon my family without a shred of guilt.
“Isn't it the first time you've seen Iris in a while? Are you sure?”
“Yeah, it’s fine. I’m not at the age to sleep with my mom anymore.”
Ophelia giggled and started walking ahead, saying she would show me to the room she had prepared for me.
“Where is Lady Garnet’s room?”
“My mother? The top floor. You mustn't go there. Even the servants aren't allowed in unless they're summoned.”
“Even you can't go in, Ophelia?”
“Well... I could, but it wouldn't be polite, would it?”
I managed to gather information about Garnet’s room. A widow living all alone in a defenseless, secluded place? She was basically doing a naked dogeza, begging me to come take her.
“This is the room where you’ll be staying, Yong-hwan. It’s not too cramped, is it?”
“It looks... twice as big as our whole house.”
It was one massive room with no partitions or walls. The fact that there was a separate toilet and bathroom meant the actual area was even larger than what I was seeing. It gave me goosebumps.
The realization that no matter how hard my mom worked, she couldn't even begin to compete with these bourgeois bastards made a revolutionary red fervor start to rise within me.
A righteous thought swelled inside me: the only right way to distribute this wealth was to spread my seeds limitlessly among these wicked women.
“I’ve had the sheets changed and the place cleaned, but if anything is uncomfortable, let me know tomorrow. I’ll punish the staff in charge.”
“Uh-huh...”
Suddenly, my sister’s pushover friend felt distant. No, I couldn't let my spirit be broken by something like this.
“Let’s play a bit more in your room, Ophelia.”
“In my room...?”
“Yeah. I saw a really cool sword earlier. Can I take a closer look?”
Without much thought, she readily nodded. We talked about the usual things—like Imperial history or political science—and I successfully made my way into her room.
“You mean this sword, right? It’s very rare... the blade is sharp, so be careful. This sword belonged to one of my ancestors who, like me, was a knight.... They fought a marine monster...”
I let the voice of my sister’s friend drift in one ear and out the other as she went on and on about why this useless piece of scrap metal was so great.
The mother is a mage, and the daughter is a knight. This family was a total mess.
Seeing that Ophelia—who had a smart, steady, diligent, and upright profession like a knight—was born to a classless female spellcaster, it seemed that even an inferior spellcaster wanted their child to have a normal, cool job. I could understand that much.
“Should I show you another sword?”
“I think this is enough.”
I looked around. Since the laundry basket that had been filled with lewd underwear had been cleared away around noon, I couldn't find any items to bully—I mean, to dote on—Ophelia with.
Still, talking to a friend I usually only spoke with over the phone in person felt quite fresh. As I spent time looking through various materials Ophelia brought out, my eyes gradually began to close.
It was much earlier than my usual bedtime, but I guess I was tired from walking around so much—or rather, from being toyed with by the bourgeois' deception.
I slowly closed my eyes to the sound of Ophelia’s soft, murmuring voice.
And then, I opened them.
My body wasn't tied up or trapped in some unknown space. I was lying on a bed, with the blanket pulled up to my chin.
I had intended to play with Ophelia a bit, but I must have dozed off. Still, since I had another spare toy to play with tonight anyway, I started to get up without much regret when I noticed something strange.
I was still in Ophelia’s room. Just as I wondered where she had gone, I heard the faint sound of water from a distance.
I heard a low humming.
If I recalled correctly, I was told there was a massive bath in the basement made with natural spring water. To think she would toss away such a luxury to wash in her private room—how insolent.
My righteous heart could not simply overlook this.
I immediately stripped off my clothes and entered the bathroom where Ophelia was washing. The fact that she hadn't even bothered to lock the door was practically a plea for me to come in.
Seeing her enjoying a tub large enough for five people all by herself was truly outrageous.
“Huh...? Yo-Yong-hwan?!”
Sensing someone’s gaze, Ophelia turned her head and our eyes met. There were many things I could have done, but since today wasn't Ophelia’s turn, I stepped into the tub as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
“The water smells really nice.”
“Uh... y-yeah.... I floated some... flowers I like....”
Ophelia curled her body up, stealing glances at the massive, turgid cock standing tall between my legs. Seeing as she didn't say anything about me getting in without washing first, it seemed her home education was lacking.
While it would have been fun to take my time washing while enjoying Ophelia’s voyeuristic gaze, she might have regained her senses and run away if I took too long, so I had to pick up the pace.
“You said there was a hot spring bath in the basement. Why are you washing here?”
“Because it’s a hassle...”
When I slid closer, the cute little Duchess’s daughter flinched, but she tried her best to stay still as if nothing were wrong. It was adorable.
If she wanted to act composed, she should have at least taken her mouth out of the water. It was a reaction hard to imagine from the woman who had been casually spouting misandry at lunch today.
I spread her legs, which she was cautiously hugging, to the left and right.
“Yo-Yong-hwan?!”
“Sit with me. The water is hot~!”
I felt like I could have just devoured her right then and there, but since I had to play with the Total Pervert Whore Captain tonight, I couldn't afford to waste my stamina. I sat between Ophelia’s legs and leaned my neck against her ample milk jugs.
“A-Ah, uh-huh.... I see... S-Should I cool the w-water down a bit?”
“I’m fine since I’m pressed against you, Sis. Your face is red. Are you okay?”
“A-Ah, that... t-that’s just what happens... w-when you’re in the water...!”
This naive Duchess’s daughter was bound to suffer if she met a bad man. Since she was my sister’s friend, I felt like I had to take responsibility and be the one to devour her.
“But Sis, why do you keep looking at my cock?”
“...N-No! I-I never d-did that...!”
She was still stealing glances with her head turned away, yet she dared to lie. How insolent.
“My cock is re~ally big, isn't it?”
“Ugh... t-that’s... well.... Y-Yeah....”
Blushing like a ripe tomato—she was practically begging me to take her. If it weren't for this sister’s mother, I would have begged her to let me just put the head in. What a shame.
“How big is it~? Hmm~?”
“W-Well, I guess....”
I almost sighed at the passivity of my sister’s timid friend, but I felt I had to show her a bit of my superior SSS-Rank Male power to educate her.
I stood up from the water, turned around, and thrust my cock in front of Ophelia.
“Tell me straight, okay? How big is it~?”
“Ugh... t-that... d-don't push it against me... I-I’ll tell you... s-so... I think it’s... about... 2... 23... cm....”
I asked for her impressions, but seeing her try to measure it like that, this girl was hopeless when it came to real romance.
“Not that. I mean how it looks, or how it makes you feel!”
“H-How it looks...? It... it looks r-really... gross... the v-veins are all wriggling....”
To think she’d have that kind of impression when there are so many females who would love this.
This person won't just struggle with romance; she’ll probably find it hard to even have sex.