Chapter 261: The Crazy Nympho Grandma
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 261: The Crazy Nympho Grandma
Even before I stepped into the orbital elevator, two women in black suits approached me. They both had massive tits, which I appreciated. Judging by their pointy ears, they were definitely knife-ears.
“Young Master, we are the personnel assigned to escort you to Duchess Degrain.”
The one who introduced herself as Number 1, along with Number 2 and Number 3 beside her, acted like total lunatics. It was a bit dizzying, but for someone like me who engages in a daily UFC-style brawl with crazy bitches, this level of insanity barely left a scratch.
“There are twelve escorts in total, all hand-picked agents. It is an honor to serve you.”
Behind her sunglasses, her blue eyes looked incredibly cold and detached. I decided it was better to just ignore her rather than give a half-hearted response, so I simply gave a curt nod.
Number 1, the tall, busty sister, led me straight to a sleek-looking vessel.
I had been expecting a luxury shuttle or maybe a small private jet, but when I saw the sharp, triangular craft sitting there, I couldn't help but do a double-take. It could technically be classified as a plane, but at roughly 40 meters long with such a lethal silhouette, there was no way in hell this was a civilian craft.
“I apologize for the humble accommodations. Magic is prohibited in the area surrounding the Duchess for her safety, so this was our only option.”
“...Did you get this from the Air Force?”
“We borrowed it from the Aerospace Administration, but my juniors mentioned they’d be happy to give it to the Duchess as a gift if it’s for her use.”
Judging by the way she mentioned 'juniors,' this woman was likely a former soldier. And a high-ranking one at that.
The annoying thing about elves is that because they live so long, their promotions are technically slow relative to their years of service, yet they still manage to claw their way into high-ranking positions because they have so many opportunities.
Is my mom any different?
She’s been on the force for 120 years and still hasn't made Police Chief. That should tell you how messed up the system is.
Of course, thanks to the 'super merit' of being a war criminal’s daughter, her promotion track has been exceptionally fast compared to others. But in Mom’s case, that merit combined with her own diligent behavior meant her juniors were constantly pushing to get her promoted.
Most of those high-and-mighty elves usually pick departments where they can just slack off and kill time. They have a shitty habit of avoiding any real work, and their idea of a productive day is sexually harassing the asses of new male lieutenants.
Unlike those bitches, Ame Cal Degrain is a 'kind' senior who goes on business trips without a word of complaint even though she has a son. She doesn't harass the new recruits; in fact, she’s so popular she gets love letters from them. Between that and her high-ranking juniors constantly trying to pull her up the ladder, I couldn't just say I got lucky with my mom.
For the record, the current Chief (a human) once patted my head and told me how jealous she was that I had such a wonderful mother she could trust.
In return for that boost to my ego, I spent that night leaving plenty of 'praise stamps' in Mom’s womb, ravishing her until she passed out.
I wanted to chat and dig for more info on these sisters—to figure out if they were actually guarding me or just monitoring me—but remembering Lisar’s advice, I kept my mouth shut and just fiddled with my phone.
Fortunately, I had plenty of other sisters to kill time with.
First, it was time to throw some bait to the wealthiest one, the Duchess who had probably grown cobwebs in her pussy by now.
‘Garnet Noona, I want to go to the beach this winter break~!’ I sent the message. She seemed busy since she didn't reply immediately, so I moved on to the next Black Cow.
‘Lucian~ Have a great winter break! I’m going to ride you hard~ giddy-up! Look forward to it~!’ I sent. For those who might not know Lucian, she’s one of the four high-ranking executives of Marika’s mafia group (disguised as a security firm). She’s the silent Black Witch sister who serves as my personal mount without saying a single word.
If you don't remember her, you can probably find her popping up occasionally if you go back and read carefully.
– Thank you. I will train harder.
It was a characteristically blunt reply from Lucian.
I sent quick messages to the movie star Luinal Sil, my magic tutor Yvette, and Rhea Dupre. Just as I was finishing up those brief conversations, my phone started exploding with notifications.
It was Garnet de La Croix.
It seemed like the cobwebs in her pussy were getting really itchy. Judging by the stream-of-consciousness texting, she’d probably been a good girl and stayed celibate for the past six months.
Since we were close enough that I’d previously sent her photos of my dick pressed against a female’s face, I decided to send her a video I took recently of me railing Sooty, the elf. Aoi had filmed it for me, so it was shot perfectly for her to masturbate to.
‘I’m on my way to see my grandma, so I’ll let you know once my schedule is set~ I want to have fun with Garnet Noona again too~ ♡’
After I sent that, a flood of messages came back from Garnet, but I had to restrain myself. If I gave her any more attention, she’d stop being a candidate for 'Mother-in-law's sex partner' and start campaigning to be my wife.
The cabin was so cramped it was embarrassing to call it a room, and it didn't even have windows. I got permission from Number 1 to go to the cockpit so I could take some photos out the window.
I sent messages to Iris and Gracia saying I was going to see my grandma, then turned off my notifications. Both of them had a habit of dragging out conversations, so it was less exhausting to just ghost them for a bit.
I also messaged my mom’s friends, but only Camel replied immediately. They were all busy people, so they only replied instantly if they weren't in the middle of work, which was a hassle in its own way.
After finishing my marathon of texting, I got bored and closed my phone without replying to the latest messages from the sisters.
“Young Master, we will be arriving shortly.”
“Already? Isn't it quite a distance?”
Number 1 gave a small smirk and began explaining the specs of the bomber.
“This is a bomber, not a fighter?”
“Yes. It’s a supersonic bomber designed to be faster than most fighter jets.”
I truly feared for the future of the United Kingdom. If I ever married into the Empire, I’d have to find a job in the Inspectorate just so I could audit these tax-wasting bastards.
***
We arrived at the prison at a speed that far outstripped Alicia’s ultra-luxury supersonic shuttle. This was a place where magic was impossible for hundreds of kilometers in every direction, and the only land nearby consisted of a few tiny islands.
It felt like Napoleon’s place of exile. I’d heard that assassins constantly try to sneak onto this remote island to punish the war criminals, but honestly, it seemed like it would be safer to just stick the prison in the middle of a city.
As the fighter—no, the bomber—touched down on the runway, a crowd of prison guards rushed over. After a series of checks, they finally allowed us to disembark. Number 1 and the officer in charge seemed to know each other and were chatting about something. As I stepped off the plane, the sweltering heat hit me.
Fortunately, I don't mind the cold, so I usually dress light, which meant the heat wasn't a huge problem. However, the rising humidity was definitely starting to get annoying.
“Young Master, excuse me, but we need to perform a body search...”
“Oh, sure.”
I didn't quite understand why I had to be searched when my grandmother was the one who summoned me, but I wasn't raised to throw a tantrum when a civil servant was just following protocol.
After the search, I was led not into the prison itself, but up a mountain path to a valley stream.
“Oh...? You arrived sooner than I expected.”
The crazy nympho grandma was wearing an outfit so perverted it could give Garnet de La Croix, the Queen of Sluts, a run for her money. Beside her, two elves were holding towels and wiping the water off her skin.
“I should have visited more often. I’m sorry.”
“Fufu, what good is there in seeing this old woman so often? Come here.”
Seeing my grandmother kneel and open her arms, it was hard to suppress the urge to ask her for a taste of 'Grandma,' but since I’d arrived after draining plenty of semen, I felt I could hold back for now.
As I hugged her, the scent of soft milk mixed with the pleasant aroma of the forest, creating a sweet fragrance that made my head spin.