Chapter 222: Wagging My Tail and Playing Dumb
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 222: Wagging My Tail and Playing Dumb
I’ve always thought closed-eye characters lacked appeal, but there’s a certain demand for them because of the "gap moe"—that sudden charm when they snap their eyes wide open in moments of climax or panic.
"…!"
Just like now.
It was cute seeing her eyes go wide with surprise before she hurriedly looked away.
This was our first meeting since the "event" where I taught her how to masturbate properly. I’d come here telling myself it would be fine, but seeing her look like she was about to die of embarrassment made her practically radiate an aura that invited a ravishing.
The massive rod pressed against my thigh throbbed, feeling like it was about to leak a steady stream of pre-cum. I had no choice but to sing the national anthem from my past life in my head to calm down.
If Mom were here, I could’ve just called her to the bathroom and used her to blow a load or two to solve the problem, but she’d been dragged away on some "classified mission," so I had to endure it.
Wait, why do I have to endure it? I just need to coax the person next to me into completing the formula: "Meat Toilet = Mom’s Friend."
Come to think of it, Tiria, sitting right there, was quite the beauty herself.
Despite her rigid tastes, bad habits, and the way she spat out sexist remarks, she was ultimately a "Black Cow" who chased after men. It would be perfect to give her a thorough education on the fact that my lower half was already that of a grown man.
"Tiria, what kind of guy is your type?"
"Me? Why? Did you fall for me, kid~?"
"Oppa!"
The youngest raised her voice unnecessarily. Lately, as she matured mentally, it seemed her instincts to protect the pack in this matriarchal society were growing.
"Hehe, see? When you become a cool woman like your auntie, men start hitting on you like this~."
The way she spoke to the youngest, who was just entering her rebellious phase, was truly a work of art. Her choice of words was so vulgar it was almost painful to think she was a civil servant living off the state’s dime.
"Ugh… Oppa?"
The youngest looked at me with an uneasy expression. She seemed worried that I’d actually fallen for Tiria. While Tiria was indeed a great beauty, I had no intention of making her my sister-in-law, but I was too lazy to explain that.
"So, is our little brat curious about this 'Big Sister’s' type~?"
Since I stayed quiet, Tiria took the lead.
I could understand her excitement. She was used to being called a crazy bitch, a pervert, or trash whenever she hit on handsome guys, so having a "brat" like me show interest must have made her feel like she was walking on air.
"Hmm~ First of all, he has to be handsome!"
She was incredibly bold about it. Well, I like pretty people too, so I could chalk it up to human nature.
By the way...
"...."
The soldier sister, who had crept closer to listen, was masking her presence. Since the youngest was also staring at me with wide eyes, I did my best to ignore Cassia’s attempt at a stealthy approach.
"How about someone like me?"
"You’re handsome, but you’re still a kid. You’ll need to mature a bit more to keep up with this 'Big Sister.'"
Seeing as she switched from "Auntie" to "Big Sister," she clearly had some ulterior motives toward me.
"And? What else?"
"Hahaha, don't get so excited and clingy."
When I wrapped my arm around her waist and leaned in, Tiria didn't push me away. Instead, she gently patted my back, seemingly enjoying the contact.
"And he needs to have a solid body. Men these days know they’re precious, so they don't even bother taking care of themselves. Oh, right. And he needs to know his place. Men are creatures born to crawl before women. Ah, but our little brat is so well-behaved, I’m sure you’ll grow up just like that, so no need to worry~!"
It was clear that I wouldn't fit Tiria’s "ideal type" at all.
"I… I think it’s good for a man to have some level of autonomy."
The witch sister, who specialized in ice magic, cautiously offered her opinion while stealing glances at me.
"Cassia, what are you talking about?"
"...Isn't all that talk about 'men this' and 'women that' just outdated? If a man has talent… I believe he deserves sufficient respect."
They were wonderful words, but seeing how she kept checking my reaction, it was obvious she was just saying what she thought would earn her points with me.
"I didn't expect you to say something like that. Aren't your thoughts a bit too soft for a soldier?"
"...."
Cassia didn't answer. Tiria clicked her tongue and shook her head.
"It’s a compliment, a compliment. You always think I’m being sarcastic whenever I praise you."
"I believe your usual behavior is the problem."
Tiria almost flipped her the bird, but realizing that Grasha and I were right there, she quickly balled her hand into a fist.
"Still, be careful when you talk to the kids. You should teach them standard social norms. They’re still too young to discuss individual exceptions."
"He’s not… that young."
Tiria’s eyes lingered on my hand with a suggestive gaze before she looked away.
No matter how hard she masturbated on her own, there was no way she could replicate the technique I’d used to plow her vaginal opening—a technique fueled by Sexual Arts and a body overflowing with Yang Energy.
How was I so sure? Because the "Sow" at my house had already reported that she’d quit masturbating because she couldn't feel anything doing it by herself anymore.
Of course, she still seemed to thoroughly enjoy the "masturbation" her son provided, or when she got to pleasure my penis with her mouth.
"This guy? He’s still a brat, a total brat. But seeing how conscious you are of him, even if he does resemble Ame… are you still a virgin?"
"You’re a virgin too!"
Tiria’s expression stiffened at Cassia’s sharp retort. Well, it stiffened for a split second before she immediately regained her composure.
"Is being a forced virgin because you were stuck on the frontier the same as being a virgin because none of the suitors from the political and business world meet your standards?"
"Urgh…!"
It was terrible to see a civil servant mocking the sorrow of a soldier. They should be working together, huddling up to contribute to the nation’s development…
Then again, they were from different countries. Tiria was from the United Kingdom, and Cassia was from the Empire.
Anyway, I didn't know why someone with so many "suitors" would get reported for groping a male waiter’s butt at a high-end bar, but since that was her claim, I had to believe it.
Objectively speaking, Tiria was excellent marriage material. She was one of the disciples of the legendary slaughterer, Rune Cal Degrain, and a high-ranking official who was "friends" (?) with the Empire’s Hindel Dun Vurdia.
Just as high-level female martial artists were known for being "good in bed"—a rational deduction based on the fact that "high mastery" requires "talent," which usually comes with superior genes and, naturally, beauty.
As if to prove her high-born status back home, she was indeed a beauty.
Her constant habit of judging men, her sexism, and her misandry were major drawbacks, but if she just kept her mouth shut, she was someone who would be popular even in this world where the male-to-female ratio was absolutely fucked.
Actually, I knew she was popular. She appeared on the news often enough as a "clean and honest prosecutor" or a "star prosecutor," and she even had a male fan club.
She bragged about it so much that her friends and I usually just looked at her with pity and ignored her.
In my opinion, Cassia wasn't much different in terms of qualifications, aside from public recognition, but seeing her sigh without being able to offer a rebuttal, it was clear she lacked self-esteem.
I suppose I’d have to fill her up by thrusting into her tight flesh pot repeatedly until her self-esteem grew nice and tall.
"Anyway, I have no interest in any man who isn't handsome, capable, and on my level. Little brat, if you like me, you’d better work hard, okay~?"
Tiria chuckled and stroked my hair.
Having a beautiful woman stroke my hair was nice, but it was annoying how arrogant Tiria was being.
"Cassia, what kind of guy is your type?"
"M-Me…?"
"Yeah! I’m curious! Because you’re super pretty too, Cassia~!"
I immediately clung to the slit-eyed witch. Since we were sitting, hugging her meant my face was buried in her ample chest, so I gave them a subtle squeeze.
I could feel Tiria’s gaze from behind. She probably couldn't tell if I was hitting on Cassia or just gathering information.
"I… don't really have a specific type. Someone kind… and a cool man would be enough."
"Am I a kind and cool man~?"
Personally, I was the scum of the earth, a total bastard who went around seeding every beautiful woman I could find.
But that was my subjective view. From Cassia’s subjective perspective, it could be different.
While some might "subjectively" view me as a disloyal son for making "Motherfucker" and orgies my main occupation, from my mom’s perspective, I was the best, most filial son—a cool, powerful son who worked hard for his mother every single day!
"I… I think you are kind… and cool…."
Seeing Cassia’s timid response, it seemed her "conquest" was already mostly complete. To think she’d be won over just by one session of masturbation and a bit of waiting—this was the original sin of being a seeding, mating Alpha Male.
No, this was Hindel’s fault.
I just wanted to live a life of pure love, having sticky orgy parties with people I cared about, but this was the result of being maliciously trained by that Commie Dragon who turned me into a rapist, a trainer, and a sadistic master!
I stole a glance at Tiria.
One of her eyelids was twitching.
She was looking at me with the same face I’d expect from someone watching my mom tell her friends she was going to marry me while she was drunk.
Beside her, the youngest clenched her fists and glared at the blushing Cassia.
If that crazy sister of mine ever found out that the flesh club between my legs was living a life where it never stayed dry, she’d definitely attack me with magic.
"Hehe! Thanks~! I think you’re a super beautiful woman too, Cassia! Even more than Auntie Tiria!"
In times like this, it was best to just wag my tail and play dumb.