Chapter 187: Time to Fight
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 187: Time to Fight
Yuseoha’s daily life was truly pathetic. She spent her nights with her fantasy-writing friends, sharing delusions of being broken by her "son," and filling notebooks with all the things she wanted me to do to her.
Her routine consisted of eating breakfast with me, taking a nap, doing her main job of composing or recording, taking another nap, eating lunch, taking another nap, composing or recording again, taking another nap, teaching me how to play instruments as usual, taking another nap, eating dinner, and taking one last nap before waking up to write more fantasy novels with her online friends.
After staying at her place for just three days, I had her daily pattern completely figured out. It was almost eerie how she would bolt upright after exactly one hour of sleep without even setting an alarm, immediately getting to work like a woman possessed.
"Don't you get tired sleeping like that?"
"Mmm... sleeping... solves... most problems... it gives me strength..."
It seemed this woman was grinding her life away, relying solely on her youth to keep her going.
Her face was practically screaming that there was something she wanted from me, her "sow" instincts kicking in.
"What are you looking at?"
"S-Sunday... um... S-Son... c-could you do it one more time...?"
I thought carefully about what she meant by asking me to "be the son" one more time. It wasn't hard to deduce that she was referring to a meetup for that gloomy, loser community of fantasy addicts she hung out in.
"You want me to act for those weird sisters again?"
"Y-yes... j-just once... p-please...?"
Despite her appearance, Yuseoha asked for permission quite timidly.
"Make me an offer."
"Ugh... this is the bank account where the royalties from my last composition go... there’s... at least a certain amount every month..."
Yuseoha held out a bankbook. Looking at the history, Lee Ji-yeon’s salary was being deposited into it like clockwork every month. The first entry was from three years ago.
"You’re going to use this to order me around?"
Excellent. As if looking for anything else she could offer, Yuseoha dashed into her room and came back out, thrusting a stack of bankbooks toward me.
"T-these too... they're all royalty accounts... I-I'll give you five...!"
"One is enough, but why do you have so many separate accounts?"
"Taxes... aliases... burner accounts... I can save money that way..."
The world really was a piece of work. Here was a woman who was supposed to be a princess, pocketing royalties from overseas through burner accounts to dodge taxes.
I shouldn't say this, but honestly, she was an absolute brat. Seeing her commit tax evasion—not just tax avoidance—made me want to deliver some social justice. It was just a pity that this princess was backed by a cancerous cartel of bastards who pulled the strings of the upper class in this neighborhood.
"So, the money in here is clean. Is that what you're saying?"
"Y-yes... Alicia made fake identities for them... I-if... if you give them to Alicia... you can get 70% of the balance in cash immediately... but you have to give the future deposits to Alicia..."
Alicia de la Vega maintained a public persona as a world-class top actress, but in reality, she was a Brigadier General (Select) in the Imperial Intelligence Bureau, specifically the department in charge of the United Kingdom.
The fact that a "police officer" sow like Lee Ji-yeon knew she was a spy and said nothing was a clear sign that the United Kingdom was on the brink of ruin.
Anyway, no matter how I looked at it, exchanging Yuseoha’s bankbooks was definitely contributing to money laundering. And for Imperial spies, no less!
The royalties flowing in were undoubtedly being used to fund our spy chief’s entertainment, luxury goods, and the latest outfits from high-end fashion magazines.
The future of the United Kingdom was truly bleak.
As expected, the best route was definitely becoming a "shutter-man" husband for Ophelia. My mother-in-law was also quite a delicious treat.
I turned on my phone and sent Garnet the video I took a few days ago of Mom’s semen fountain show. I’d made sure her face wasn't visible, so it should be fine.
What if her face did show?
That was the sow's problem to worry about, not mine.
It might even be nice for the in-laws to get closer through a mother-daughter threesome or a friendly orgy!
"So, I verified it for you last time. Is it a different group?"
"U-um... o-one person is the same... and... th-three others are different..."
Yuseoha’s face turned beet red as she began to watch my reaction nervously, fearing I might refuse.
"What kind of 'son' should I play this time?"
"H-here... I updated it!"
Yuseoha brought out her "Son Notebook." It looked a bit thicker than last time. The beginning was as I remembered, but looking toward the back, I saw words like "irresponsible seeding" and "creampie." I closed it for now.
"Um... I'll give this money back."
"N-no... I'm begging you... j-just once..."
Yuseoha pushed the bankbook back to me.
"No, but still... helping someone like you—someone with small breasts, a gloomy loser personality, who just spews out fantasy stories and then brags about them to people—it's a bit... difficult..."
Honestly, it was difficult. To elaborate on the parts I’d seen, the notes were filled with things like bondage and neglect, outdoor urination, climax denial (I wasn't even sure what that was), erogenous zone development with toys, and enemas.
It was too much.
"Uuu... p-please... I... I told my friends... I'd definitely bring you... I said it so many times... th-this time..."
"This is the second time I'm hearing this story, though?"
Yuseoha avoided my gaze.
It seemed she had been enjoying her meetups while lying, saying she would bring me but then making excuses that I was too busy to come. I was worried about what to do with this hopeless, clumsy, ugly, gloomy loser.
"Internet friends aren't real friends. Why don't you just make a sub-account?"
"N-no! They're... they're my friends... those kids too..."
Yuseoha shook her head as if that were absolutely out of the question.
"I mean, those people don't even know you're a princess of the Kingdom of Balak, right?"
"Th-that's true, but..."
"They probably don't know you're that famous, faceless genius composer bastard 'MIMU' either."
"Uuu..."
For the record, she was called a "bastard" because she had a hipster streak of only writing songs she personally liked. Her name was attached to the only good tracks on some otherwise terrible albums by obscure singers, leading people to treat her as a mysterious eccentric who was occasionally rediscovered.
"And they definitely don't know that you're the virtual streamer 'Myumi,' even though you swear you're not MIMU."
Yuseoha looked away. I didn't give a damn about MIMU or Myumi either, but I found out because Mom had bragged about Seoha being her sister and showed me a video.
I had to admit, Yuseoha’s voice-modulated aegyo as she thanked people for donations with a sweet smile was actually a little cute.
"...S-still, those things are lies. This is the real me...!"
Yuseoha seemed completely trapped in her delusions, unable to face reality.
"I... I'm being broken by my son every day... and... I have a son..."
Wait, come to think of it, a sudden fear struck me: wasn't I the one who had upgraded this mermaid's delusions?
Because her fantasies occasionally became reality through me, she had gone from someone who just wrote stories to someone who actually believed them!
"T-this is... the last time, okay?"
Yuseoha nodded, tears of gratitude welling in her eyes.
I made sure to take the three bankbooks with the highest balances.
***
The place I entered while holding Yuseoha’s hand was a suite in a luxury hotel, the kind of place where Mom’s friends occasionally gathered.
"If there are... people... I can't speak..."
It seemed Yuseoha was trying to lean into her extreme persona again. The fact that she wouldn't speak in front of her real-life friends, not just her cyber ones, was practically a mental illness.
"Fine, I get it. Don't speak until I ask you to, you stupid sow."
"...!"
Yuseoha’s eyes sparkled as she nodded vigorously. I had spent about a day exploring Yuseoha’s online accounts for today’s sake, and it was so appalling that I was almost too embarrassed to describe it in writing.
Curiosity killed the cat, but for those of you who are worse than cats, let me just say it was filled with things far more intense and sadistic than when I was actually training the sow and teaching her her place.
It was good study material, at least.
By the way, the rental fee for this place looked incredibly expensive. If these people could afford a place like this in the middle of the city, they must have been incredibly wealthy. I couldn't understand why they were spending their time writing fantasy stories with Yuseoha.
It’s a bit much to describe the atmosphere, but...
Let's just say it was the kind of place where a rich, tanned thug would bring a well-endowed, innocent virgin with a secret (who has a boyfriend) to be passed around.
Yuseoha was trembling, her hands shaking with the fear that her lie might be exposed.
"Don't worry about other people when you're just a sow."
"...!"
For the sake of this delusional loser sister whose eyes were now sparkling as she nodded, it was time to fight.