Chapter 215: A Spiteful-Looking Villainess
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 215: A Spiteful-Looking Villainess
“Just one movie? Please? Just once? Pretty please? Can’t you just appear in one more?”
This was the first thing I heard as soon as I got home, right after recovering my self-esteem by beating up some self-proclaimed prodigies aiming for the military academy at the fitness center.
“I’m not buying it! Go away!”
Morian began to plead with me, her massive, voluptuous breasts swaying and bouncing with every movement.
“Big sister will buy you that new Super Ultra Deluxe First Edition Magic Circle Activated and Voice Actor Recorded Super Green Brachiosaurus Z3!”
Of course, when I say she was "pleading," I don't mean she was spraying a white, clumpy liquid like I usually do to these females; she was just begging for a favor.
“Who plays with stuff like that these days? I’m not a kid.”
“...You are a kid.”
Morian attacked me with a petty, cowardly truth bomb.
“Mom! Morian’s bullying me!”
“Hey!!!”
My total pervert police mom—who not only always takes my side when I fight with my sister but even goes to work without wearing panties if I tell her to—bellowed at Morian.
“No, Ame! Listen! Just listen! This is a chance to show everyone how cute, handsome, and cool our Yong-hwan is!”
“Uh… well….”
Her reaction was different from a few years ago when she would have refused flatly, saying it was absolutely out of the question.
“A chance to show him off, huh….”
The mom who used to refuse, saying she was the only one who needed to know how great he was, had vanished. It seemed that Ame Cal Degrain—who had been broken so sadistically that she unconsciously cried out "Master" whenever her son’s dick was inside her—was now thinking, ‘It might not be bad for my Master.’
“I heard your business is doing well lately. Why the sudden interest in a movie?”
“Just because! I want to film more of Yong-hwan!”
The bloodless, tearless Snow Woman chairwoman, who had just wiped out 2,000 people in a corporate restructuring, was spewing absolute bullshit. Mom looked at me as if asking for permission on how to respond.
It seemed that after consistent training with enough time and effort, a clear hierarchy had been established. I felt like I could probably tell her not to wear panties at home from now on, too.
“Don’t try to patch things over with a dinosaur robot. Pay a proper price. Do I look like a child to you?!”
“Yes.”
This silver-spoon-born Snow Woman sister seemed to have no understanding of the human heart and zero negotiation skills. She must have grown into a monster who viewed everyone as beneath her, as mere trifles!
“Hmm… I’ll give you the same incentive as the appearance fee this time.”
“Appearance fee? What’s that? Did you pay me last time?”
“I gave it to Ame.”
I looked at the sow living in my house, who was standing there awkwardly.
She avoided my gaze. I had to ask the important question first.
“How much did you give her?”
“I matched the rate for a B-list actor. Oh, and I distributed it under borrowed names to avoid taxes!”
I was speechless when I heard the amount.
I looked at my son-dedicated fuck-toy. Ame Cal Degrain averted her eyes.
“Explain.”
“N-No…! I-I was saving it for when our Yong-hwan grows up! I-I haven’t spent a single cent! It’s all still in the bank account!”
If I’d had that money, I could have made a much bigger profit during the last real estate speculation.
Because that damn pig of a cop acted without a shred of ethics, I could have prevented the social cancer of the cartels from sucking the people's lifeblood even more effectively!
“Mom, you’re hopeless. From today on, I’m Morian’s son. Ame Cal Degrain, go live with Gracia.”
“Huh? What?”
I snuggled into Morian’s arms, rubbing my cheek against her massive breasts while insulting the useless meat toilet. Morian, not fully grasping the situation, habitually hugged me tight while looking back and forth between me and the sow who used to be my mother.
“Morian Mama! Morian Mama! I want to take a bath with Morian Mama!”
“Ah! No! Mommy was wrong! Morian is Mommy’s friend! She’s not your mom! Please forgive me just this once!”
The meat toilet, who was not only a captive to her son’s dick but fully broken, knelt down and clung to me.
Morian, this bloodless businesswoman, resisted her friend’s strength as she tried to pull me toward her own massive breasts, hugging me tight and refusing to let go.
“I’ll raise our Yong-hwan well! Ame, thank you! Thank you for raising him until now! I’ll make sure he grows up to be a fine man!”
“Hey! Do you want to die?! Yong-hwan is my son! And he’s going to be my husband!”
“What is this crazy bitch talking about?!”
Magic circles flickered in and out of existence before my eyes, and Mom’s hands moved so fast they were a blur.
I wanted to tease and torment them a bit more, but there was a high probability this luxury mansion would be reduced to rubble if I didn't intervene, so I had to mediate.
“If you two keep fighting, I’m going to be Seoha’s son.”
The childish fight between Morian and Mom stopped as if by magic.
These people clearly categorized Yuseoha as a friend, but they were definitely looking down on her.
“So, why do you want me in a movie so badly? You have to explain the situation properly for me to give you an answer, right?”
I saw Morian’s eyes darting around. She looked like she was about to bring up something incredibly embarrassing. For someone like me, who had already broken Mom into a sow, slept with plenty of Morian’s friends, and had a long list of other sisters I was looking to bed, I could handle whatever nonsense she threw at me.
After hesitating for a long time, Morian finally spoke.
“The thing is….”
***
“Nice to meet you. I’m Morian Siador.”
Standing before me was a woman who looked like Morian but had a much more spiteful aura. Seeing as she was sweating profusely despite the weather not being that hot, she was definitely Morian’s older sister (and a Snow Woman).
The way she looked down at me was unsettling, but I forced a bright smile.
Even though she was fighting her younger sister for the chairmanship of a massive corporation, if she was pulling a stunt just to see one of the agency's celebrities, she should have welcomed me warmly. Instead, this sister’s gaze was sharp and piercing.
“I invited you in time for dinner, but I failed to consider that you’re in your growing phase. Well, let’s head inside.”
I followed behind Morian Siador as she strode into the restaurant. True to being Morian’s sister, her massive breasts and backside were absolute works of art.
Because she sweated so much, her clothes clung to her body, revealing her silhouette perfectly, but she didn't seem to care.
As soon as Morian Siador stepped inside, a woman who looked like a high-ranking waiter approached and began to lead us.
By the way, judging by how clearly the contours of her buttocks were visible, it seemed this total pervert exhibitionist with hyperhidrosis wasn't even wearing panties.
Fortunately, my lower body didn't react immediately—perhaps because I had just come from ejaculating five times in a row into the hole of the sow who had been forbidden from wearing panties at home since yesterday.
In a high-rise restaurant with a beautiful night view, which had been entirely rented out so there wasn't another soul in sight, I was being entertained.
“The movie was very impressive. So much so that I felt I wanted to meet you at least once, even if it was just acting.”
I usually felt annoyed because Mom’s friends were all rude and spoke informally to me, but this person seemed to have some class. Despite me being much younger, she used formal language, which I appreciated.
Thinking about those uneducated bitches made me angry. As I planned how to rape Mom one more time when I got home, my lust for the woman in front of me, dressed like a total pervert whore, began to subside slightly.
Unlike Morian, who became all soft and docile in front of me, her sister, Morian Siador, looked quite spiteful. No, rather than spiteful, she looked like a villain.
She gave off the vibe of a wicked boss who whipped her hardworking employees and forced a 796 schedule on them.
What’s 796? It means starting work at 7 AM, leaving at 9 PM, 6 days a week.
Anyway, she basically had the face of someone who lived to torment others. She was a bit too mature to be called a "villainess," so maybe just a "wicked woman."
Her black dress, which was closer to an evening gown, didn't even try to hide her bursting breasts, and the slit in the skirt revealed her hips.
In her purple eyes, visible through her sharp gaze, was a massive, unhideable greed. Unlike Morian, she was the type of person who made you feel uneasy just by being near her.
My instincts, which had developed a strong sadistic streak from being around all the masochistic sows, told me that the woman in front of me was of the same breed as I was.
Just as when two masochists meet, one becomes a sadist, there is a law of nature that when two sadists meet, one must become a masochist. I had no choice but to be on guard.
Mom’s friends were all sows, meat toilets, and onahole-oriented females who flocked together, so it didn't matter if I swung my dick around however I wanted. But this woman...
“Is the meal to your liking? This is a restaurant I’m fond of… Everything is perfect, except for the cooling system. Useless things.”
I had a strong feeling that getting involved with this woman, who reeked of being a spiteful villainess, would be a major headache.
By the way, if you’re wondering why I’m meeting Morian’s sister here...
“There’s no need to be so tense. It’s under the guise of a sponsorship, but it’s really just meeting for an occasional meal.”
It was a sponsorship.
You might ask why someone like me would need a sponsor.
It wasn't because I was lacking in life or finances. I was only here to do a favor for Morian, with whom I had built up a good amount of affection—it was purely out of "friendship."
“I suppose even a useless younger sister can be helpful sometimes. A screenwriter I know said there was a movie they wanted to make, and when I saw the script, I thought the role was a perfect fit.”
Morian Siador, who elegantly wiped the sauce from her lips with a napkin, was treating me as if this were no big deal.
If that were the case, she might have truly wanted to meet me out of pure fan interest or to see if I fit the role.
However, I had heard the backstory: Morian Siador, whom her sister described as a piece of trash with a rotten personality and zero friends, had personally hired several screenwriters to create a script tailored to her tastes.
The protagonist’s image was a perfect imitation of me.
She was a scumbag who never contacted her sister unless she was acting like a hyena trying to rip something away, yet she had reached out this time, starting the conversation by asking how well Morian knew me.
She had pried into my personal information and then hung up after saying only what she wanted to say. Knowing all that, I couldn't exactly treat her lightly.
“Have you decided on your path for higher education? Your grades and achievements were quite impressive.”
“There are many things I want to try, so I’m doing things to keep my possibilities open. I haven't decided on anything yet.”
A business smile. A business smile. Repeating that to myself, I looked at Morian Siador and gave her a soft, eye-crinkling smile.
“....I see. That means you might continue working in the entertainment industry, then.”
She seemed to flush slightly, but looking again, her face was as spiteful as ever.
Thanks to the superior genes of the sow at my house, who was considered the world's top beauty capable of seducing any woman, I wasn't lacking in the looks department, but this person didn't seem like someone who would easily fall for my appearance.
“Morian… no, can I call you Big Sister?”
“Of course. Hehe, that sounds nice. Big Sister….”
Big Sister. Big Sister. Morian muttered it a few times and then let out a pleasant chuckle, as if she were in a good mood.