Chapter 169: There Was No Other Villain Quite Like This.
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 169: There Was No Other Villain Quite Like This.
Even for an Archmage, she had quite a bit of stamina, making her a handful to deal with. But for a human sow—no, a human mother—it was impossible to keep up with my incredibly fast recovery rate.
While playing with Garnet, who struggled and writhed to fully enjoy being treated like a dog and broken in by her young son, I eventually reached a point where I didn't care anymore and just let whatever words came to mind fly.
On top of that, the sow blurted out everything she wanted to say, resulting in a six-hour-long AV that sounded like a bunch of nonsense from a cheap porno. The file size was so massive that I couldn't even send it to myself.
The phone Garnet held must have been a custom model unavailable on the market; from the recorded resolution to the storage units, it defied my common sense.
My burner phone, which was at best a high-end commercial model, couldn't handle the ultra-large capacity AV stored on Garnet’s phone. It was deeply distressing to realize that a sow I could call out and deliciously fuck whenever I wanted had practically walked into my mouth, only to slip away.
“Yong-hwan, are you sleepy?”
“...Yeah.”
Seeing me nodding off during the meal, the sow—that is, the elf sow—lightly massaged my shoulders.
If she wanted to wake me up, I wished she’d massage my Mr. Smarty instead of my shoulders. Unfortunately, everyone except for Ophelia, who seemed to have lost some sleep, Garnet, who didn't show up for breakfast because she was "feeling unwell(?)," and myself, who was sleep-deprived, looked overflowing with energy.
In other words, everyone in my family except for me looked as if they’d taken some kind of restorative tonic; despite it being a sluggish morning, they were busy discussing where to go for fun.
“Since Mother has granted permission for B2-grade facilities, is there anywhere specific you would like to go?”
Ophelia began to lead the discussion about today’s schedule in a faint voice.
“Please… feel free to speak your mind. If you wish, I can even show you the B1-grade areas using my authority as the Acting Family Head.”
Everyone stared at Ophelia with blank expressions.
“...?”
The Acting Family Head of the Ducal Family blinked at the four pairs of eyes fixed on her.
“Ophelia, we don’t know what terms like B1-grade or B2-grade mean.”
“Ah…!”
It seemed she hadn't slept much because I’d acted like I was going to give it to her yesterday, only to head to my room without doing so.
Still, since I’d performed plenty of "filial piety(?)" in her stead, she should humanly be able to overlook a prank of that level.
“That is to say… the B1 area covers… the basic research facilities. I’d have to call the Chief Researcher for details… but I suppose you could call them the 'softer' things among the patents the Ducal Family applies for….”
My sleepiness began to slowly fade. I was starting to hate these bourgeois types. My mother and sister looked at Ophelia with subtle expressions.
“And B2 includes things like battalion-level garrisons, or perhaps the Knight Order’s training grounds…?”
“....”
I could see Mom blinking, unsure of how to respond. My sister let out a long sigh while covering her eyes with one hand, and Iris, preoccupied with her meal, was getting a refill of her favorite dish from the maid sister on standby.
I hated being the only one in the "sane person" position at times like this. However, as her future husband, I had to put in some effort to ensure my in-laws didn't get the impression that Ophelia was a total bumbling idiot.
“Amusement parks. Tourist attractions. Famous restaurants. Places the maid sisters recommend.”
“Oh…? Is that sort of thing alright? There won't be much to see…?”
Ophelia’s bragging was starting to make me see red, but fortunately, I still had plenty of mental leeway since I’d drained so much white fluid into her mother’s womb.
If she kept mocking us like that, her mother would end up crying out like a sow again tonight—Eung-ok! Oh-ok! Ok!—which was just tragic.
“Then you go have fun at the B1-grade place by yourself, Ophelia Noona. Mom, Iris Noona, Grasha, and I will take a supersonic helicopter to that famous amusement park 200km away in the Duchy and have a great time.”
“Then let’s go there.”
Ophelia cautiously asked for Mom and Iris’s opinions, and the two of them nodded as if pleading to go.
My plan to send Mom and Sis to some bunker-like place named B1 or B2 so I could take a nap on the pretext of feeling unwell and play with my mother-in-law had to be scrapped.
“Then I shall charter it immediately….”
When Ophelia gestured, a maid sister approached and presented a phone. Mom and Iris tried to focus on their meal again, seemingly not understanding the situation.
“Wait, Ophelia Noona. If you charter the whole place on the day of…. What happens to the people coming to the amusement park today?”
“They’ll have to come another day…?”
Mom and Iris, who had just picked up their utensils again, looked at Ophelia with absurd expressions. Come to think of it, this lady’s way of speaking was different when it was just the two of us versus when Iris and Mom were around. She really seemed to live a tiring life.
However, seeing my sister’s friend not even realizing she was acting like an idiotic, selfish, piece-of-trash elitist made my heart ache.
I had to fix this.
“Let’s go somewhere else besides an amusement park. Like a famous tourist spot! Or somewhere with local specialties!”
“One moment, I’ll look for a place we can charter. If you had told me last night, I would have prepared everything in advance. I suppose I was being too stubborn with my own opinions.”
As Ophelia gestured to the maid, the maid sister began whispering something into the ear of the shamelessly trashy Little Duchess.
“Ah, yes. Now that I think about it, there was that place too. By the way, there’s no division training scheduled for today, right?”
I saw the maid sister’s lips quiver. She seemed to fear the malice of the Little Duchess, who was planning to harass the soldier uncles—no, aunties—who were supposed to be resting.
“Ophelia, we aren't interested in that kind of thing.”
My sister finally spoke up, unable to hold back any longer.
“Is that so…? Then there isn't much else to show you….”
“We came here to rest. Because you invited us. I appreciate your heart in trying to show us good, cool, and amazing things. But more than that, we’d rather make fun memories together.”
Mature words were coming out of Iris, making me doubt if this was the same person who used to steal my toys.
“Memories…?”
“Yeah, we’re friends. Even if it’s a bit inconvenient or crowded, we can wait in line together and experience different things. I think it’ll be fun. Do you dislike that, Ophelia?”
Seeing my sister smoothly handle the sole heir of the Ducal Family with a gentle smile, even Mom looked at Iris with a surprised face.
“...I think I was getting too excited. Yes, that kind of experience. I’ve never done it before…. Doing it with a friend…. Yes, I see. I suppose I was so greedy that I wanted to show you too much. Then shall we walk around the shopping district in the Outer City today?”
At Ophelia’s suggestion, everyone except Grasha, who was preoccupied with food, nodded. Dealing with Ophelia, who was like an animalistic incarnation of the bourgeoisie, felt like it was draining my mental strength rapidly.
As the meal ended and dessert began to be served, the owner of this house and the axis of evil who possessed this nonsensical wealth all to herself, Garnet de La Croix, made her appearance in the place they called a banquet hall but used as a dining room.
“...I can only apologize for greeting my guests from a step away due to my poor health lately.”
Seeing Garnet de La Croix greeting us with an elegance that made it hard to believe she was the same perverted bitch who was swinging her hips last night while screaming nonsense like, “Son’s cock is the beeeest! I’m a failure as a mother for losing to my son’s cooock!” made me feel like I was the only idiot in the room.
As Garnet naturally came over and sat next to me, she made a gesture. A maid scurried out and returned seconds later to place a steaming cup of coffee in front of the Duchess.
Garnet took a sip of the coffee without making a sound and set the cup down.
“Everyone, leave us.”
The maids filed out of the banquet hall in a swarm. Her charisma was certainly top-notch.
“Ophelia.”
“Yes, Mother.”
“The guests might find it burdensome, so only have the maids enter when they are needed.”
“Yes.”
Ophelia bowed her head. It was true that Mom, Iris, and Grasha had seemed flustered by the maid sisters being on constant standby and immediately approaching to fix even the slightest discomfort before they even realized it.
Though I, for one, had been tasting, enjoying, and savoring the maid sisters’ kindness as if I were in my own home….
“There were a few places I wanted to recommend, but do you plan on looking around the Outer City today, Iris’s mother?”
“Yes, I’ve been so busy with public service that I haven't been able to spend much time with the children. I plan on doing some shopping and seeing the sights.”
“I’m envious. I wish I had given birth to a few more children besides Ophelia. It’s just that my former husband was so frail….”
I felt a certain edge to the conversation. No, no matter how positively I tried to listen, there was something incredibly unsettling about the exchange.
However, Iris and Ophelia were busy feeding snacks to Grasha, who sat between them, as if nothing were wrong.
“I’m thinking about remarrying, but it’s difficult to find a good man. I suppose you could say the obedient, submissive ones are no fun….”
Seeing Garnet glance my way while stroking her lower abdomen, my sleepiness began to migrate toward Mr. Smarty.
“I think I understand. You mean they lack a certain masculine, 'male' feeling, right?”
Mom glanced at me. I knew that sow was trying hard to appeal to me, but if she was going to talk like that, she was a real piece of work for not implementing the 'make a younger sibling' plan every single day.
Considering how she acted like she’d give it to me but then didn't, there was no other villain quite like her.
“Male…. Haha, yes. It’s a bit blunt, but that’s the perfect expression. Fufu.”
Garnet chuckled and then subtly tugged at her skirt under the table.
She wasn't wearing panties.
And on her skin were the doodles I had drawn yesterday, still clearly visible.