Chapter 35: The Cow Big Sister Isn't a Bad Person.
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 35: The Cow Big Sister Isn't a Bad Person.
By gently prodding Alicia, I was able to learn the details of the academy King Milk Cow Camel was building.
I gathered the information using lines like, "That’s so cool! Amazing! Is that all? Wow, Alicia Big Sister, you’re incredible!" so it wasn't exactly what you'd call perfect intelligence.
However, I was able to extract high-quality information from the vampire Big Sister, who panted like a dog in heat whenever I gave her a single compliment.
The private school foundation run by King Milk Cow Camel was famous for cultivating talent—essentially, a place that "manufactured" students to be sold. Camel was a sort of modern-day slave trader.
She managed separate academies for clever children from good families, and her main source of income was identifying talented individuals, feeding them scholarships to raise them slowly, and then selling them off to corporations, the military, or as civil servants.
While she was raking in money from all over under the guise of "donations," she actually needed a "little bit" of money laundering to use those funds personally.
Looking at it this way, it could be seen as embezzlement of donations, but this slave-trading business—no, let me rephrase—this private school foundation had started with Camel’s mother using the family’s private fortune.
Not only the United Kingdom, but even the neighboring Empire was handing over money and asking her to sell them some talent. However, since the appearance of selling people for money was quite poor, the current situation was that the payments were disguised as donations.
The problem was that these donations were supposed to be handed over secretly. Instead, because of tax benefits, everyone was reporting them as official donations. This "dirty" practice left Camel in tears, suffering from a perpetual cash shortage—that’s the basic background I should explain first.
On top of that, Hindel was involved, the Empress of the Empire was involved, the United Kingdom’s IRS was involved, and various interest groups were involved, all of them skimming a portion of the laundered funds. From Camel’s perspective, she couldn't help but feel like she was getting the short end of the stick!
So, Camel had been steadily saving up to create a completely new type of tax haven and slush fund—no, that sounds weird when I put it that way.
Under the pretext of a "Super-Ultra Elite Academy," she had devised a grand plan to cycle cash through a city and an academy in a way that would be impossible to track.
But she lacked the funds.
Building a planned city is something that requires a national-level investment. No matter how rich a person might be, even one owning dozens of academies and related companies, it wasn't something they could pull off alone.
On the other hand, if she just built something on the scale of a small village and attached an academy to it, the money laundering would be easily traced.
So, she scrapped the planned city idea and changed her strategy to planting it in a city within a neutral country, one large enough but where the influence of the bastards shaking her down was minimal.
Then, suddenly, major sponsors like Hindel, Morian, and Alicia hopped on board. Camel was happily looking for good real estate, thinking about installing a relative as the city's mayor, when something happened—a stroke of luck or a disaster, I wasn't sure which.
I don't know what our Dragon Whelp has been up to, but upon hearing the news that Hindel was investing a massive amount of capital, Her Majesty the Empress from next door decided to butt in.
Alicia had thought there was no way Camel would let the Empress join, considering how much the Empire already extorted from her.
However, when the Empress offered land in the most prosperous city in the neutral zone (which happened to be the Empress’s private territory), along with tax exemptions and various concessions—all while only asking for the same amount of "tribute" as Hindel—she had no choice but to accept.
Camel calculated that as long as she charmed my mom, there was a high chance Hindel would settle for a few useful talents instead of cash tribute.
Plus, she was maintaining a very good relationship with the "brat" who was the obsession of that senile dragon—the same dragon who had recently gone crazy enough to plaster posters of the little kid all over her mansion. She figured she could resolve things smoothly.
That "brat," as everyone knows, was Hindel’s self-proclaimed son: "Me."
I didn't really care how the Cow Bitch did her business, but the fact that she was planning to sell me off without giving me a single cent of commission made me want to flip the whole table.
Still, I decided to let it slide with a smile. If I could just soothe Hindel and resolve the tribute issue, I figured I could keep the King Milk Cow around as a useful "milking Big Sister" to play with occasionally.
Anyway, Camel’s modest(?) dream of a simple money-laundering scheme and a Super-Ultra Elite Academy had lost its original purpose once the Empress and the Red Dragon got involved.
With the Empress involved, the nobles weren't about to stay still. Naturally, they started investing under the guise of donations. Then the United Kingdom jumped in, asking why they were being left out if the Empire was doing it. Other nations joined in as well, not wanting to be ostracized. It had turned into a total hodgepodge, far from its original intent.
"...The competition is incredible."
My mom muttered, looking surprised after hearing the competition ratio.
The application period hadn't even closed yet, but based on the information I squeezed out of Alicia via Camel, the ratio had already surpassed 1:2000. And this was less than a month after applications opened.
You could assume that the children of anyone who held even a bit of influence were applying. Those quick to catch onto rumors were applying too. Combined with the top students from Camel’s own foundations, a truly "Super Elite Academy" had been formed.
Because Camel, famous for producing elites, wasn't just putting her foundation forward but was personally taking the role of Chairwoman, the competition had become even more cutthroat.
My sister Iris could have used the Chairwoman or Hindel chance, but she stubbornly insisted on taking the exam herself.
Seeing the state of this chaotic society and its educational scene, I felt inspired—not to attend such a dangerous school, but to focus on learning housework and preparing for marriage.
Being showered with love under my mom, then marrying a kind, pretty, rich wife who wouldn't beat her husband, and living a life of leisure—that was the ultimate goal.
"I feel like I'm going to die, too. I reached an agreement with the Empress to significantly increase the student quota, but then she told me I have to buy the construction materials for the expansion from her company. That crazy bitch."
At Camel’s lament, Mom gave a bitter smile and served her coffee.
"The construction period will be short, won't it? You'll have plenty of mages, anyway."
"The problem is gathering the teachers. I want to scout them from other academies, but the level suited for this academy would usually be the most elite talent in a normal school. Sigh. Ame, do you want to be a teacher?"
Mother chuckled as if she had heard a funny joke.
"I'm in charge of public security, so that would be difficult."
"Iris is the same way. I told her I’d handle her admission, but she insists on taking the exam. Does she even know what kind of kids are coming there?"
Camel let out a long sigh and rested her heavy, explosive breasts on the table.
"She’s a girl, so she has her pride."
"Acting like a woman just because she is one... I know Iris has been focusing on her studies lately, but it hasn't even been a year, has it?"
As they talked, the King Milk Cow Big Sister kept glancing at me as if conscious of my presence, using her slender arms to slightly cover her chest. It was practically an invitation.
"Yes, but she’ll do well. I’ve sent her to Hindel for now. You’re sure there are no attendance points for the school?"
"Would I lie to you? I have no one else to deceive. The rumors say attendance is vital, but in reality, it counts for zero points in the evaluation. It’s a secret known only to the Empress and you, so don't go spreading it around."
My sister wanted Spartan-style education. She had liked me since we were little, and after I felt her up a bit during "playing house," the Dragon Lord promised she would take care of my sister's overall education, including room and board.
"Can't you get me the exam questions?"
"I’ve decided to stay out of it completely. I don't want to deal with the backlash. Instead, Hindel and the Empress are on the committee setting the questions."
"...That woman must not be busy at all."
Camel smiled bitterly.
"She spent twenty years struggling to fix the administrative system; she deserves a breather now. She did tell me to give her the profiles of any male students who catch my eye during the education process. Apparently, they absolutely have to be handsome."
"...That crazy bitch, acting like a fool at her age."
It seemed the ruler of the neighboring Empire wasn't quite sane either.
I loved my mom’s breasts, but right now, I had to play with the "Super Explosive Tits" who had come to visit. I slipped out of Mom’s arms and clung to Camel.
"Camel Big Sister~!"
"Hiek?! Y-Yes... Oh, hello...!"
As I approached her directly, the "Cow" made a sound as if frightened, her thighs tensing up. Mom’s eyes narrowed.
"Camel Big Sister, I'm sorry about last time! I won't pinch your breasts!"
"Uh-huh... I-It’s okay... I was just a little surprised and screamed without thinking."
Since it would be embarrassing for her to talk about being pushed to a climax while having her breast milk sucked by a little brat, I provided a plausible excuse for her.
Camel hugged me, her body stiff with tension. Her breasts were incredible. There was no way a woman with milk tanks capable of feeding two grown men wouldn't have maternal instincts. I began to miss the taste of the milk I had sampled that day.
Squeeze, squeeze.
First, I kneaded her breasts.
"...S-So, where were we?"
Mom didn't seem to notice that Camel’s thighs were pressed tightly together under the table—she had even crossed her legs.
"Just talking about my daughter. I don't usually ask for favors like this... I think I overstepped."
"No, i-it’s fine... Considering Iris’s talent, we should be the ones saying thank you while carrying her in."
I felt up the Cow Big Sister’s breasts. Her bra was so stiff that I couldn't feel their soft texture properly. I started to feel a bit sad.
When I touched the upper part of her breasts, however, my hand began to sink right in.
"Ngh... Do you like breasts that much?"
"Yeah~! Because Camel Big Sister even gives milk! I love them so~ much!"
At the mention of milk, a faint blush began to creep onto the King Milk Cow Big Sister’s face.
"Yong-hwan, don't cling to Aunt Camel so much."
"No~! Camel Big Sister likes me so~ much. Right? Right? Right?"
I couldn't play the "find the nipple" game because of the bra, but as I spoke, I pressed my fingers firmly into the spots where they likely were. Camel began to nod her head frantically.
"Y-Yong-hwan is... I like him so much I w-wish he were my own son, so i-it’s okay!"
Camel gently stroked the back of my neck and pulled me in. As I buried my face in her cleavage and took a deep breath, I could smell a faint scent of milk.