Chapter 181: Why Are You Doing This?
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 181: Why Are You Doing This?
Mom wanted to drink every day, but I was regulating her intake to once every two days, fearing she might develop bad habits.
Even though the alcohol content was 0%, as long as I gave her permission to call it "booze," Mom’s role was to judge it as such—whether it was orange juice, water, or even a piece of fruit—and get dead drunk.
"Oppa! That’s my doll!"
Grasha lunged at me. Normally, I would have lost to her overwhelming physical strength and savage violence, but...
"Ahem! Grasha, you should yield to your brother."
My mother, moved by my filial piety—not only did I lavishly adore her female hole, but I also refrained from demoting her to a semen tissue and kept her as my sow—had now begun to take only my side.
"Ugh... B-but!"
Of course, this synergy was only possible because Grasha wasn't so young that she could be blindly favored.
"Oppa is a man, isn't he? As a girl, you should be the one to yield, Grasha."
"Ugh... Is that how it is...?"
It seemed like Mom, who had always taken her side, was slowly changing. Yet, because of the trust built up over time, the youngest—who would believe Mom even if she claimed she could make fermented soy blocks out of red beans—could only stare longingly at the security doll in my hands.
"Do you want it back, Grasha?"
"Yes! Yes! Give it back!"
I grinned wickedly and shook Grasha’s security doll. Seeing her stare at it without even thinking of using force, simply because Mom had firmly said no, it seemed her home education was progressing well.
"Then repeat after me."
"Huh?"
"I said, repeat after me."
The youngest scowled, but I held all the cards right now. To me, backed by Mom’s protection, Grasha was nothing more than a brat who knew a bit of magic standing before an insurmountable wall.
"First, I must follow my brother’s words faithfully."
"Ugh... I must follow my brother’s words faithfully."
She followed along well, likely because the security doll was precious to her.
"Second, in the Degrain family, the male is the top priority for consideration."
"In the Degrain family... the male is the top priority for consideration..."
I watched the youngest’s expression. It looked like I could make her repeat about two more.
"Third, my brother is the sky."
"My brother is the sky... Now give it to me!"
"I’ll give it to you if you repeat just one last thing. Hmm? It’s the last one."
The youngest glared at me as if she were indignant, but I could see her suppressing her anger as she noticed Mom, who was preparing breakfast nearby, wasn't stopping me.
I considered making her do one more, but I figured that might just trigger a rebellious streak, so I simply handed the doll back.
"Since Grasha listened to her brother so well, I’ll give it to you even if you don't finish the last one."
"Yeah..."
Clutching the doll dearly, the youngest turned her back as if she would never let it be taken again. Though, I’ll just take it from her arms again tomorrow morning while she’s sleeping!
Seeing how her pattern hadn't changed despite being subjected to this for over a week, it seemed she had unfortunately inherited the genes related to the intelligence of her inferior sow mother.
"Grasha, don't you have something to say to your brother?"
The youngest hesitated before painfully squeezing out the words.
"Th-thank you... Oppa..."
"Right, right. What a good girl our Grasha is!"
I stroked the youngest’s head, firmly establishing the household hierarchy.
This was how things were supposed to be from the start. It couldn't be helped, since the sow—no, Mom—had been raised by low-intelligence, inferior parents who didn't provide proper home education and let the children establish their own hierarchy freely.
But things were different now. I, being rational and logical, was tightening the discipline of this house and, as the standard, could turn my younger sister into a decent human being.
Just look at my older sister. Once she left the house and experienced the outside world, she became an adult; now, whenever she sees me, she pampers me, does whatever I ask, and has become quite kind. The problem was this house all along.
No, it was because a mere sow dared to use human speech and try to raise children that our youngest had the gall to act up against her brother, who is like the sky.
"Now, now, Yong-hwan. Try some of this too."
Lately, Mom had been putting in all sorts of effort to stay in my good graces. Since there was nothing wrong with being served during a meal, I accepted the food while skimming through my study notes.
Final exams weren't far off. I felt nothing but resentment toward that goddess for birthing me into this world and making Im Su-yeon appear, but a mere child prodigy was no match for this body in its second playthrough.
Since the exam questions for mere brats lacked any real power of discrimination, it was just a battle of who made fewer mistakes—a game of luck. It would be strange if I, who always took second place, lost by making a mistake or two while trembling with nerves.
The Magitech Olympiad was scheduled for the break. If I won there, I could deliver a blow to Im Su-yeon, who had mocked me for winning a science competition, calling it a bizarre subject that only low-class colonial types dabbled in.
"Mom~ Feed me too~!"
"Grasha, you're all grown up, aren't you?"
The youngest seemed displeased that I was monopolizing Mom’s affection.
"Oppa is bigger than me!"
"Oppa is a man, dear."
It seemed that for a female who had found love late in life, her son was more precious than her daughter; Mom remained cold even as Grasha puffed out her cheeks.
In times like these, as the pillar of the household (?), I had to take good care of the youngest so she wouldn't go astray. I stabbed a piece of greenery in front of her with a fork and held it out.
"Oppa will feed you~!"
"Ah, uh-huh..."
At this brother’s kindness and leadership, the youngest cautiously opened her mouth and ate the greens, then picked up her own fork and began to nibble away.
I wondered who she took after to be so shy; aside from her looks, it was a relief she didn't take after Mom.
After the meal, as Mom was about to leave for work in her police uniform—the one with pants—I gave her butt a slap.
Slap!
"Ngh...! Yo-Yong-hwan?"
"From the moment you get off work today, stay out of your panties."
"...Yes."
A sow dared to use informal speech when a human was speaking?
Dumbfounded, I glared at Mom.
"Yes, sir..."
She knew how to answer properly, yet this sow bitch kept trying to climb over me.
"I'm going to pound your womb today until you piss yourself, so have everything ready so you can go straight to bed once Grasha has washed up."
"Yes..."
I gave the shyly responding sow’s butt another slap.
"Hic?!"
"You should answer properly, sow."
"Ye-yes, sir!"
Seeing Senior Superintendent General Ame Cal Degrain’s lips trembling as she tried to suppress a smile, I felt a sense of doubt regarding the United Kingdom’s police force. But since this was the country I was born into, I had no choice but to live with it.
"If you finish before I ejaculate today, you're demoted to a semen tissue. Got it?"
"I-I'll try my best..."
Looking at the sow, who spoke with her face flushed and her thighs pressed tightly together, it was certain that the elf wench—who had barely hung onto her sow status through the 'Mommy Chance'—would be demoted to a semen tissue today.
***
Fortunately, perhaps because my homeroom teacher, Lee Ji-yeon, was a half-tamed beast, she didn't really interfere even if I studied other subjects during class.
Ever since the brats who mindlessly snitched on me for studying other things at the start of the semester were subjected to the magic of becoming "kind" during recess, the classroom atmosphere had always been peaceful.
Lee Ji-yeon had tried to show excessive interest, making me do various things and asking me questions to make me the protagonist of the class.
However, as soon as I declared that I wouldn't slap her butt anymore because she, the homeroom teacher, was being annoying while I didn't even have enough time to study for myself, the classroom landscape returned to normal.
As a sensible, rational, and very kind human being, I didn't really interfere with the brats running wild and making pterodactyl noises during recess, so our class was a very good one where everyone got along without any bullying.
The fact that the kids who ruined the atmosphere—after being subjected to the sophisticated, logical, and persistent harassment of the cool and handsome class president who was popular and cared for the class—clung to their mothers' legs crying, "Please let me transfer, I was wrong, I'll be good, please let me transfer," and transferred out one by one, was likely unrelated.
Anyway, because the kid on water duty today had gone on a family trip, I, in my precious self, had to go fetch water. On my way, I spotted Im Su-yeon rummaging through the flower bed on the first floor.
I watched closely, wondering if she was trying to act kind by watering the flowers, when suddenly, water was splashed over Im Su-yeon’s head.
"???"
From a short distance away, I saw some brats pointing at Im Su-yeon and giggling.
—Serves her right for acting so high and mighty.
—What’s she gonna do if she glares at us?
"Class President, I'm confident about this exam..."
"Hey, hold this for a second."
I handed the water bottle to the Vice Squad Leader, who was chattering beside me.
"Huh? Oh, okay... Wait! Why are you running all of a sudden...!"
I sprinted straight in and delivered a flying sidekick to the brats who were cackling while splashing water on Im Su-yeon.
I didn't use mana, but the impact was enough to send the two defenseless brats tangling together and rolling across the ground.
"Class President! You can't hit the other kids!"
The Vice Squad Leader chirped noisily from behind, but seeing my ominous aura, she didn't come any closer.
The one who took the direct hit was clutching her stomach, wheezing and unable to breathe, while the one who had used her friend as an airbag glared at me.
"Wh-what the...!"
"What are you going to do if I glare at you?"
I crouched down, grabbed the front hair of the girl with twin tails, and shook it back and forth.
"Serves you right for acting so high and mighty, huh?"
Her face turned beet red, but she seemed to know who I was, as she avoided my gaze.
"Why... why are you doing this to me!"
"Why are you doing this to Im Su-yeon?"
"Because she’s so annoying...!"
I considered hitting her again for talking back so stubbornly, but since these weren't the brats in my class whose public opinion I could control, it seemed I would have to talk to her for a bit.