Chapter 221: No Such Thing as Human Consideration
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 221: No Such Thing as Human Consideration
I couldn't understand what Her Majesty the Empress was thinking. Even though that dragon whelp has her own private soldiers, she still lets Hindel—who handles every dirty job imaginable—spread everywhere like poisonous spores.
Still, the future where I can suck Hindel’s warm pink nipples isn't far off, so it’s definitely a good thing for me.
I received an invitation to hang out from Garnet, who was pinning her hopes on the Mother-in-Law Admission Track, but I ignored it because there was absolutely nothing inside the envelope.
It was the absolute worst that she didn't even show any "sincerity" as payment for piercing the cobwebbed hole of a Sow Great Archmage. I looked at my report card, thinking about how I’d play with her back hole and train her thoroughly the next time I visited.
Today was the day the midterm exam results were released, but no one mentioned scores or rankings. I didn't go to Yuseoha’s house for pure love sex, nor did I stop by Marika’s office for some irresponsible seeding pure love sex; I came straight home.
I sat at the table and took a deep breath, debating several times whether or not to unfold the paper.
"Oppa, what are you even doing there...?"
The youngest, Gracia, showed some curiosity, but I ignored her because this was a sacred moment. Taking another deep breath, I decided it was time to accept the results.
I was certain I had won this exam. There wasn't a single question I didn't know, I had plenty of time, and I even double-checked my answers twice.
For every single subject.
So, I could win. For the first time in my life, I could win. With that thought, I opened my eyes, only to find the report card I had placed on the table was gone.
"...?"
"Oh~ You're 1st place?"
The youngest was looking at my report card.
"How did you beat Su-yeon Unnie?"
"1st place? You mean in the class, or the school rank?"
"Yeah, it says 1st place right here."
I snatched the report card from Gracia’s hand. Since this brat didn't have a monster competitor like Im Su-yeon, she had been 1st place ever since she started school, so she clearly didn't understand the weight of being 1st in the entire school.
I took another deep breath and checked the scores. Every single subject was a perfect score. My rank was written as 1.
"Finally...! At last...! With this genius brain, this terrifying intellect, and talent that insults even God...! I’ve beaten Im Su-yeon!"
Today had to be made into a national holiday.
I felt like I should be flying through the sky in joy, but strangely, I only felt a mild sense of pleasure. I had expected my dopamine levels to hit 100, but in reality, it only felt like 20.
For reference, a dopamine level of 20 was roughly equivalent to the amount released when I ejaculate while pressing firmly against Mom’s sticky cervix, mixed with the sense of depravity from the thought that I might actually get her pregnant.
"Sigh..."
I put the report card down and slumped into my chair.
By all rights, with the victory I had anticipated, I should have been having a fountain climax right now, putting on a pathetic sow-climax semen fountain bukkake show in front of my younger sister...
"Yeah, yeah, Su-yeon Unnie. Oppa got 1st place, I guess you lost~? Huh? You're 1st place too?"
It seemed the youngest was on the phone with Im Su-yeon.
"Oppa got a perfect score. In every subject... Ah, you got 1st place too, Unnie? Then it’s a tied for 1st place. Okay, got it~! Yep~! See you next time~!"
Unbelievable words reached my ears from the youngest’s phone call.
"What? Im Su-yeon got a perfect score?"
"That’s what she said. I guess it’s a tied for 1st place?"
"Ah...!"
I wondered why the fountain climax hadn't come; it must have been the hollow feeling resulting from the draw of a tied for 1st place.
A rage began to boil up from the depths of my lungs. I felt like I needed to rape that sow—no, Mom—the moment she got home to vent this anger.
"Hey, brats~! Have you been good~?"
While I was waiting for Mom, the bob-cut Angel suddenly paid our house a visit. It was Tiria Le Piats, her silver hair swaying neatly, wearing a suit that accentuated her curves.
"Tiria Auntie!"
"Aigoo, my little brat. When did you grow so much?"
"Hehe! Just a little longer and I'll be taller than you, Tiria Auntie!"
The youngest lunged at the Prosecutor Sister, who had zero sex crime convictions.
Because everyone usually favored me, they tended to be a bit indifferent or give less attention to Gracia. However, this Prosecutor Sister—who had zero counts of sexual harassment and a firm preference for tall, handsome adult men—treated me and Gracia similarly, making her quite popular with the youngest.
For the record, while it was true she had zero convictions, there was a terrifying rumor that her number of dropped charges and settlements reached into the triple digits.
She coolly claimed she was just a sexy woman who never did such things and had simply been targeted by scammers, but in my view, it was because she would hurl the most unspeakable insults at people whenever she failed to sneak a feel of their butts or trip them.
"Where's Mom?"
"Your mom got dragged off on a secret mission. You won't be seeing her for a while."
"Without even telling us...?"
"That’s just how it is."
"I went through the same thing last year," Tiria grumbled, lifting Gracia with one hand while stroking my hair with the other.
"But Tiria Noona, you can't cook or do housework! How are you going to look after us?"
"That Cassia fellow is coming too, so don't worry too much."
"The soldier is just as bad!"
If I helped her masturbate once, she should help me back to realize the value of coexistence. The thought of that pervert soldier sister coming, who just enjoys herself and then acts like she doesn't know anything, was despairing.
"I'll order all the food Ame didn't let you eat. How’s that?"
"Tiria Auntie is the best~!"
It seemed Gracia had fallen for Tiria’s cheap tricks.
I, however, would not be swayed by such petty schemes.
"Should we start by ordering one of everything from the pork cutlet place down the street?"
"Noonaaa~!"
I couldn't help it.
***
"Boss, what’s the daily revenue here?"
"Pardon?"
The proprietress, startled by Tiria’s question, asked back.
"I want to rent out the whole place. How much is it?"
"Uh... well... what do you mean by that...?"
Even the head chef sister, who had been frying pork cutlets, came out to try and understand the situation.
"I’m saying I’ll take responsibility for today’s sales, so can you pull down the shutters? Oh, I’ll pay for the food separately."
She couldn't compare to Hindel’s wealth, who could rent out an entire floor of a luxury restaurant, but perhaps the corrupt Prosecutor Sister had amassed quite a fortune from handling various dirty jobs, as she boldly declared her financial dominance.
"Ah, that’s..."
"I’ll pay upfront, of course. Including the food. First, bring us one of every single item on the menu."
Tiria pulled a stack of cash out of subspace.
The fact that it wasn't a card payment made it immediately obvious that the money was very dirty and in dire need of laundering, but there was nothing to be done.
One must encourage consumption like this to help the domestic market and stimulate the economy.
And so, I indulged in the bourgeois play of taking just one bite of every menu item before happily leaving the pork cutlet restaurant.
"Ugh... the smell of fried food is making my head spin..."
The youngest, who doesn't like meat that much but eats it well when given, followed us out while staggering.
"Wasn't the fried salad delicious?"
"That was actually good."
It wasn't a salad sandwich; it was a pork cutlet where the salad was stuffed inside the breading like meat. It was quite a novel dish.
Perhaps impressed by Tiria’s wealth—having paid the daily revenue plus a bonus on top of the lunch—they even served us items that weren't on the menu, which made me happy too.
"This is the power of money. You kids should study hard so you can have a great job like your auntie~!"
It was obvious she’d taken bribes, so seeing her act all high and mighty was annoying.
"Auntie, your salary probably isn't that different from my mom’s, right?"
"I get a lot in special activity funds. Your mom gets them too, but she shares them with her subordinates, so for her, it’s just like a small bonus."
"Shouldn't you share it so everyone can use it...?"
The youngest made a valid point for the first time in her life.
"I do pay for things like business trips and meals, but why bother with more? And besides, I’m actually very kind. The real pieces of trash don't even give their subordinates money for food."
She was talking as if she were superior, but this person—no, this Angel—had the mindset of a total scumbag. She seemed to think that special activity funds were her own personal pocket money the moment they touched her hand, rather than something to be returned to the national treasury if left over.
The future of the United Kingdom was truly dark.
Still, while I’d seen a restaurant floor being rented out, it was my first time seeing a common eatery being rented, so it was quite entertaining.
The youngest, who had never enjoyed the luxury of a rented restaurant because her sisters hadn't invited her, chattered away, discussing Tiria’s wealth.
Showing off such things in front of children, Tiria bragged to me and Gracia about how competent she was, how much money she made, and how capable she was.
For the record, bragging about oneself is a mandatory course for black cow sisters, so I’d heard it plenty of times. But since she didn't seem to have much ulterior motive toward me, she directed most of her boasting toward Gracia, who gave better reactions.
"...You're late."
When we arrived home, the silver-haired witch sister was waiting for us, her eyes so narrow it was hard to tell if they were open or closed.
"This little guy eats incredibly slowly, just like a man."
Tiria immediately started shifting the blame onto me.
She should cherish and value children, but it seemed this malicious trash of a Prosecutor Sister possessed no such thing as human consideration.