Chapter 244: The Youngest's Sulking Incident
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 244: The Youngest's Sulking Incident
When I woke up in the morning, there was a photo of an amusement park next to my phone.
“....”
It’s a mother’s duty to relieve morning wood. I was busy exploring the elf’s hole as she prepared breakfast to see if she was doing her job well, and when I stepped into the bathroom, there was a photo of an amusement park.
“....”
After eating breakfast, I packed my bag to go to work—no, to school. While checking the contents of my bag, there was a photo of an amusement park.
“....”
I was full of motivation today, planning to work the kids to the bone to ensure a victory in the upcoming sports festival, but inside my gym clothes, there was a photo of an amusement park.
“....”
After school, I had my penis cleaned at Yuseoha’s place. I grabbed her pink hair, ejaculated a thick mess onto her neck, and gave her another lesson on pure love. When I opened my violin case, there was a photo of an amusement park.
“....”
To head to the gym—the fitness center, that is—I poured a bunch of white ink deep inside Yuseoha’s hole as a "clock-out" stamp. When I opened the front pocket of my bag to grab a "Good Job" stamp, there was a photo of an amusement park.
“....”
At the fitness center, I wondered, “Whose hole should I pick today~!” I teased Youfei Lee, who still hadn't lost her virginity, and chose Aoi instead. I was planning to have a satisfying climax while holding her tail and telling her to bark like a dog, but when I went to change my clothes, there was a photo of an amusement park.
“....”
Lest anyone misunderstand and think they were all the same photo, let me clarify: they were all taken from different angles, and they all had one thing in common—the youngest was in them.
And the youngest’s face was practically screaming, “I’m incredibly sulky!”
The conclusion was simple.
The youngest was sulking because I didn't go to the amusement park with her.
***
“Yong-hwan~ just once~? Please~? Just once~?”
Morian was begging me.
Usually, when women begged me for something, statistical inference suggested a 70% chance they were asking for my dick. Unfortunately, that wasn't the case with Morian.
“No.”
Of course, if she had asked for my dick, I was more than willing to take her through the full course from A to Z—from a dick kiss to an irresponsible creampie pregnancy session. But since she wasn't asking for a sweaty, intimate workout in bed, I refused.
“Don’t you need some pocket money, Yong-hwan? Hmm? Want to go to the amusement park with your big sister? I’ll rent out the whole park for you! Just the two of us all day long~! No, let’s ride the attractions for three whole days!”
Her attempt to seduce me was admirable, but I wasn't a brat who would go to an amusement park and squeal with joy.
She had realized last time that tempting me with toys didn't work and had learned to offer something else, which was good. However, offering a trip to an amusement park—a place only kids like—as a reward was just laughable.
“Grasha keeps singing about how much Yong-hwan wants to go to the amusement park, though~?”
“....”
The youngest has no friends. She wasn't exactly bullied, but with that nasty personality of hers, making friends wasn't easy.
My hobby is easily overpowering and bullying girls my age, and since Gracia has the talent and skill to easily crush someone like me, there was no way she was getting bullied. "Having no friends" was the more accurate description.
I happened to need someone to vent to about this situation, and Morian was a perfect emotional trash can.
First, I explained Gracia’s recent behavior and the series of events that had occurred since I didn't go to the amusement park.
“...Isn't this your fault, Yong-hwan?”
“Mine? Why?”
Morian reached an absurd conclusion.
“Girls that age have these grand fantasies about their older brothers. Usually, for girls who actually have brothers, those fantasies shatter pretty quickly... but Yong-hwan is... well... you’re a good brother, so they won't shatter....”
She should have said I was a capable, talented, handsome, cool, smart, wonderful, and kind brother. It seemed Morian was speaking too freely about me because she hadn't been properly trained as a female yet.
“Anyway, I don’t want to go to the amusement park, and I want the youngest to stop annoying me. If you solve this, I’ll film about three episodes of that shota villain executive role.”
“Ten episodes.”
It seemed Morian had lost her human heart.
“Have you no conscience? Four episodes.”
“Nine!”
“Wow, Morian, you really are the worst scammer. Five episodes.”
“That’s a great compliment for a merchant. Eight episodes.”
“Seriously, no more. I mean it. Six episodes.”
The agreement with Morian was finalized.
***
Gracia’s demands weren't particularly difficult when looked at broadly.
It would be stranger for a magic genius who was talented, strong, from a prestigious family, and doted on by her aunts to lack anything.
Of course, lately, all the love from Mom had been focused on her brother, so she wasn't getting the attention and affection she deserved as the youngest. However, she was at an age where she could understand the "men must be cherished, you mustn't hit men, you must protect your brother" lessons from her ethics books—even if they were completely detached from reality.
Even so, Gracia had been noticing things. Like how Mom would often come out of the master bedroom drenched in sweat, or how she still bathed with her brother, or how the bedroom door was always locked when she went looking for Mom’s embrace in the middle of the night, or how Mom always claimed to be full and barely ate lately, or how her brother would smack Mom’s butt or be a bit too physical with her.
There were too many things to list here, and they weren't relevant to the current story, so I’ll set them aside.
Anyway, Gracia, who possessed incredible magical talent that could be considered treasonous in a knight family, lived under a mother and aunts who loved her, and an incredibly successful and handsome older brother. There was only one thing she could possibly want.
‘My brother is amazing!’
In the case of Mom or Mom’s friends, they had all tasted my hard meat stick, so it was natural for them to be polite and say, “Yes, yes, of course~ Yes, whatever you wish~.”
But from the youngest’s perspective, that alone was enough to instill a sense of respect for her brother. Though, it was a bit uncomfortable for her to see a man being touched so freely by everyone outside the family!
For the youngest, who lacked nothing and hated losing to others, the only sore spot was having nothing to say when the few kids who had brothers or male relatives started talking.
Other brothers or male relatives would obediently show up to birthday parties or events, but mine always slipped away using the excuse of being busy.
She seemed to have been quite hurt—or whatever—by the snide remarks that she was a "henpecked sister" who couldn't even manage her own brother.
Compared to me, who had to live through date education, curfews, and hearing things like "sexual harassment is justified because you dressed sexily," "you seduced her first," or "you have such a lewd body for a pervert brat," I couldn't understand why she cared about such things.
Still, even if it was a hassle, family was family, so I had to take care of her like this at least once.
So.
“Whoa, it really is her brother!”
“Oppa, I’m a huge fan! Please sign this!”
“Take a picture with me! A picture! Oppa!”
I didn't particularly like brats clinging to me and calling me "Oppa," but for the sake of the youngest, I had to provide some service.
I haphazardly signed autographs for Gracia’s friends, who were holding out merchandise from the tokusatsu show I starred in—the one where I played a villain executive and was becoming suspiciously popular with adults.
The reason the youngest was sulking was a trivial one: she had been planning to brag to her friends with photos of her and her brother having fun at an amusement park or theme park, but I hadn't played along.
Even though the school had thrown a party for her because she won the junior division of the magic competition co-hosted by the Empire and the Alliance, she had been wearing a pouty face. Even though I personally showed up!
“Don’t get all giddy just because girls are flocking to you.”
My mental strength was already hitting rock bottom just from signing autographs and taking pictures. I was already thinking about going home and drilling the youngest’s mother’s hole to see how she’d educated her daughter today to recover. Hearing that kind of talk from her was a real piece of work.
I soothed my rising irritation by imagining myself irresponsibly creampieing that rude brat’s mother.
“You’re the one who told me to come and congratulate you.”
“You should be congratulating me. Don’t go flirting with other girls.”
It was typical childish jealousy. I patted her head because she was being cute, but Gracia shook her head to dodge me and took a step back.
“Don’t touch my hair! You’ll mess up the style!”
“Why is our little brat so angry?”
“I’m not a brat! I’m almost as tall as you, Oppa!”
The youngest raised her voice, emphasizing several times that she wasn't a brat.
“And you have zero sense of caution around women, Oppa! Everyone is like a tiger. A tiger! They’re going ‘Roar!’ and thinking bad thoughts!”
I tried to imagine how I looked in the youngest’s eyes. It’s a bit strange to simply apply a gender-reversal filter to this place, but...
(An image of men stroking a busty woman’s breasts while acting friendly, and her accepting it with an innocent, oblivious vibe.)
Yeah, I get it.
Come to think of it, among the kids I took pictures with today, some had subtly wrapped their arms around my waist, touched my thighs, linked arms with me, or leaned their heads against my chest.
Compared to the sexual harassment I usually endure, it was nothing, so I hadn't thought much of it, but to the youngest, it seemed like a grave danger.
“Then is our Grasha going to keep protecting her brother?”
“Wha-What?! Th-That... I’ll... I’ll think about it! If... if I have... spare time, that is...!”
The youngest twirled her side hair, looking embarrassed.
Tsunderes aren't very popular these days, but compared to the past when she used to hit me because she wanted my toys, this was a huge improvement.
And so, I easily resolved the youngest’s sulking incident. I took two weeks off school to film six episodes as a villain executive for that tokusatsu show that was suspiciously popular with adults.
I lightly ignored the fact that the VOD sales for the episodes I appeared in were more than four times higher than the others.