Chapter 22: No, Stop, Don't Do It!
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 22: No, Stop, Don't Do It!
“I’ll make sure it doesn’t hurt. Since you’re a boy, I’ll go slowly and gently.”
I wasn't nearly innocent enough to take the Mafia Dragon’s words at face value.
“Hssssssssss!”
I did my absolute best to threaten the dragon, but Hindel simply covered her face with one hand and remained silent. Her lips were trembling—not out of fear from my intimidation, but because she seemed to be enjoying it.
“Calm down. The basics of mana manipulation start with stimulating your internal metabolism, which will help with your digestion.”
“...Will it make me taller too?”
“It tends to stimulate hormone secretion, so usually, yes.”
Hindel was tempting me.
Her blood-red hair, which looked like it had emerged from a pool of gore, flowed all the way down to her ankles. Every time she approached, I found myself wondering if it was touching the floor.
“You have to learn this to be a good boy. Though it’s still a bit early…”
“Again with the ‘early’! That just means it’s going to hurt!”
“Last time, I went a bit overboard because your talent wasn't half bad. It’ll be fine now.”
She was lying through her teeth, claiming my talent wasn't bad when she’d previously called me a commoner or whatever. My trust in her was plummeting.
“Once you learn this, you’ll rarely get sick, and you’ll be able to eat all the delicious food you want.”
Her sales pitch was reaching the level of miracle snake oil. It was a major problem that I had no one to protect me at a time like this. It felt like I was about to be forcibly restrained by this tall, busty Dragon Lord and have all sorts of things injected into me.
I was supposed to be the one doing the injecting, not the one being injected into. If it came to that, I was prepared to pull a Nongae—clinging to my integrity and performing a free-fall experiment with whatever lunatic dared to target my anal virginity.
There seemed to be no way out. Normally, I should have played along to raise Hindel’s affection level, but...
“No! Stop! Don’t do it!”
I wasn't kind enough to endure the tyranny of being forced to quickly digest the precious breast milk currently inside me.
Because of the biblical Great Flood I had caused earlier, there was no way Camel would ever nurse me again. In other words, this was practically my Last Supper.
I should have been trying to keep it in my body for as long as possible, and she wanted to promote digestion?
This was a declaration of war.
“My son’s complexion is poor because he overate. Mama will take care of you from start to finish, so come here.”
“No! Stop! Don’t do it!”
I shouted even louder, as if to make sure everyone heard this dragon’s tyranny. There were plenty of people here besides my mom’s friends.
“No matter how much you look around, they won't help you.”
“N-Nooo! S-Someone... someone help me! Please...!”
I seemed to have overlooked the fact that the employees standing there, acting as if they had no eyes or ears, had even less moral fiber than random passersby.
“Entrust your body to me. If you stay still, it’ll all be over soon.”
“Mama, don’t... N-No... don’t do it...”
I felt the wall against my back. There was nowhere left to run. It felt like my first time was about to be stolen by this delusional dragon claiming to be my mama.
“It’ll only take a moment. You’ll feel better soon.”
Hands far too large for a child to overpower seized both my wrists and pinned them behind my head.
“Waaaaah! Noooo! Stop it! Help meeee!”
I didn't even have to try to force the tears; I was so terrified at the prospect of Camel’s extra-rich, low-sugar, organic, healthcare, organic breast milk disappearing that they flowed naturally.
“It’s okay. You’ll be comfortable soon. It only hurts for a moment.”
“Don’t! Stop! Nooo!”
My desperate cries continued. Hindel gave a faint, fishy smile and reached for my stomach—which was so full of breast milk it had reached my esophagus.
“...Even if I’m on vacation, it’s a bit troubling to see this in front of a prosecutor, Hindel.”
A clear, calm voice cut through the air between us. The hands of the crazy tyrant dragon mama stopped.
“The kid overate, so I’m just helping him digest. Mind your own business, Tiria.”
The mafia boss looked at the silver-haired sister with an annoyed expression before going back to fumbling with my stomach.
“Sweetie, do you need help?”
At the sight of the silver-haired sister called Tiria, I nodded vigorously while tears streamed down my face.
Clang!
At that moment, the sound of clashing metal rang out.
“What do you think you’re doing?”
“I don’t consider myself particularly righteous, but I can’t exactly ignore a child sex crime happening right in front of me.”
“Sigh... Listen carefully, Tiria. This child is my son. And I am merely helping him digest.”
“Get a grip, Hindel. That child isn't yours; he’s Ame’s.”
Tiria—it seemed she was another one of Mom’s friends. Actually, I thought I’d seen her before; she was the one I saw yesterday, holding Hindel back when she was clinging to Mom and threatening to kill her.
“He is my son.”
“Crazy bitch.”
Tiria was holding a sword. With one hand, she held a claymore that looked easily over two meters long—a weapon that didn't seem to match her slender arms at all.
“Sweetie, come here.”
I scrambled behind Tiria.
“Son... why are you going over there?”
I could see Hindel’s blood-red eyes trembling with a sense of betrayal.
“I hate Mama! She’s trying to force me to do things I don’t want to do!”
“Urgh... But I’m doing it all for your sake...!”
“Ame Mama doesn't make me do things I hate! She doesn't force me! Hindel is disqualified from being Mama!”
The Ten-Thousand-Year Fire Carp or whatever was something for my future self to eat. But the breast milk from the King Milk Cow sister currently inside me was something the present me had worked for.
“Disqualified from being Mama... Don’t say such mean things.”
“Hindel Mama is the worst! You’re a loser! You’re a bad person! You’re disgusting!”
“Uuuugh...”
Hindel, who had been full of intent to fight Tiria just a moment ago, seemed to lose all her will to battle.
“Guh.”
As expected, the overeating was a problem; I felt the breast milk rising up again. I clamped my hands over my mouth.
“Sweetie, are you okay?”
I nodded. This was a battle of endurance. Even if my esophagus was raw from stomach acid, I had to hold this in.
“...You don’t look so good. I’ll press some pressure points that help with digestion.”
Tiria reached out. I slapped her hand away.
“No. Stop. Don’t do it.”
I saw Tiria’s eyes twitch.
“No, sweetie. I’m not threatening you like Hindel was...”
Our prosecutor sister reached for me again. I had no choice; I had to switch sides.
“Hindel Mama! I’m sorry! Sniff! I’m sorry for saying mean things! Protect meeee!”
“It’s okay... it’s okay... I’ll protect you, son.”
Hindel stepped in front of me. Tiria looked utterly dumbfounded, her face scrunched up in an expression of disbelief as she tossed the claymore behind her. The massive sword, which had such an overwhelming presence, vanished without a trace.
“This is ridiculous. What is even happening?”
“Now, Mama will help you digest.”
“Eek?! No, Mama, I don’t—!”
Before I could say anything, Hindel grabbed my hand. Once again, a tingling sensation surged up my arm. I couldn't hold it back any longer as I felt my stomach churn.
“...Bleeaaaarrgh!”
And then, I vomited Camel’s breast milk all over Hindel’s lower abdomen.
“You don’t need to throw it all up, but you’ll get rid of whatever your body considers past its limit. You’ll feel much better then.”
This crazy dragon had finally done it. Even as I vomited the extra-rich milk all over her, Hindel didn't dodge; she took it all while gently patting my back.
Tears wouldn't stop falling as I vowed to get my revenge for this.
“It must have been painful. You did well to endure it. But overeating is foolish. While wasting food is bad, forcing yourself to eat is just as foolish, so always remember the word ‘moderation.’”
It was a good lesson, but not exactly the right thing to say to someone currently vomiting milk. And certainly not something to say to a five-year-old brat. Just you wait, Dragon.
“So, what’s the story?”
“My son seems to have overeaten. I was just trying to help him.”
“I’m telling you, that kid is Ame’s son.”
“And he is my son.”
While I was suffering through the dry heaves, the silver-haired prosecutor sister and the Dragon Lord began to chat amiably.
“Fine, whatever... This isn't a big deal, right?”
“My son overate; it is a very grave matter.”
Ha, holy shit. I could hear the silver-haired sister swearing under her breath. By the time I had finished retching and could finally catch my breath, Hindel began wiping my mouth with a handkerchief.
It was all over. It felt like I’d thrown up more than half of my precious milk. As I whimpered in sorrow, Hindel, looking flustered, pulled me into a hug.
“I’m gonna get revenge...”
“Yes, yes. It was your fault for eating too much, so calm down.”
“Hic... I’m gonna get revenge...”
“There, there. Good boy.”
Hindel did her best to coax and soothe me. My anger subsided just a little. The silver-haired sister, who had been watching the Dragon Lord with a look of disgust, waved lightly at me.
“Hi, sweetie. I’m Tiria Le Piats, a friend of your mom’s. I’m a prosecutor. I see your mom often for work, but I’ve been so busy that this is the first time we’ve properly met.”
“Sniff... H-Hello... hic...”
While I was sobbing in sorrow, Tiria began poking my cheeks.
“I saw you yesterday, but you really are cute. I saw you at the banquet hall last time too; do you remember your auntie?”
“A little...”
Now that she mentioned it, I remembered there being six people at the banquet. There was someone doing something in the corner, and it seemed it was her.
“Right. I was going to say hello after finishing one last task, but then this one started acting up.”
Tiria sighed, poking Hindel’s side-boob.
“Ame told me to do it.”
“...I wonder when that Ame will ever grow up. She’s a Senior Superintendent now, but she still lives like she’s back in her days as a Superintendent.”
The mom’s friend I met this time seemed like a very normal person.