Chapter 38: I’ll Even Accept Being a Concubine, but...
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 38: I’ll Even Accept Being a Concubine, but...
The training I wanted—the kind where you pant and sweat and push yourself to the limit—hardly happened.
Instead, we were just focusing on how to use my body, how to distribute force, how to relax my muscles, how to feel mana, light massages, and assisted stretching.
In other words, it didn't feel helpful at all! Not one bit! Seriously, not a single damn bit! I didn't need this futuristic, theoretical talk.
I needed the strength to beat Im Su-yeon right now—or at least by the time this two-week holiday ended. The sweet big sisters were great and all, but now was the time to surpass Im Su-yeon.
Whether it was because of that damn Goddess or some kind of demonic talent, it was obvious the gap between me and that crazy bitch was only going to widen.
Please, please let me beat her just once, I prayed to the Goddess, but the damn Goddess ignored me as if she had no blessings to spare for a mere male.
It made no sense that I, who had even consumed the incredibly rare elixir known as Ice Essence, would lose to that monster. I had to train hard before Im Su-yeon grew any further.
This was my only chance to crush that fiendish girl.
To make matters worse, during the sports festival, all the sisters who saw Im Su-yeon praised her talent, which only deepened my resentment toward her.
It was a complete contrast to how Hindel had judged me as a mere commoner, saying I had the kind of talent that required blood-boiling effort!
After eating at an incredibly delicious sushi place with Hindel, we did a light jog to digest the food. Then, Dragon Mama threw some toys at me and left. As of today, she was disqualified from being a "Mama."
Sure, that dragon was gorgeous, had a huge chest, a magnificent ass, a swaying dragon tail, plenty of money, was kind to me, and had immense social influence. Her actions were a bit questionable, but she was so well-connected that I couldn't just cut her off. Plus, she never stepped into the spotlight herself, so no matter how much you dug into her background, she just looked like a wealthy benefactor, making her "safe."
But even so, just because she filled my room with every version of transforming robot sets—from the early models to the latest limited editions—didn't mean I could just forgive her.
It wasn't because I got bored after playing with them for three hours.
Definitely not.
The playroom Hindel had set up for me was on the top floor of a building she owned. Looking at the departments packed into the building, which was over fifty stories tall, I went in search of the cafeteria.
If I acted cute and turned on the charm, I figured I could score some of those jellies they gave out as snacks.
I hung around the cafeteria in the basement, watching the sisters walk out with jellies. I managed to snag about five of them. I ate them on the spot, took a few photos with the ladies, and continued wandering around the basement levels.
One floor below the cafeteria was a gym. It looked like a good place to work out, but when I peeked inside, it was packed to the brim with formidable-looking sisters, so I kept exploring.
The floor below that had a gym, but it was full.
The floor below that also had a gym, but it was full.
And the floor below that had a gym, but it was full too.
Four floors of gyms were completely packed. Each floor seemed to focus on a different discipline, but seeing dozens of steel cages with people fighting like they were trying to kill each other made me realize I was in the wrong place.
As expected of these crazy thugs, their workouts were brutal.
Below those was a somewhat more normal fitness center. Except for the fact that it was packed with sisters pumping iron.
And the floor below that.
And the one below that.
And the one below that, too.
As I went further down, the crowds thinned out. When I reached the very bottom floor, I found a single brown-haired sister lightly warming up by herself.
At this rate, I figured I could work out in a corner alone. I took a jump rope I’d "borrowed" from the floor where the sisters were brawling and started swinging it vigorously in a corner.
"Hm? What’s a brat doing here... are you lost?"
Just as I was about to start, a tall, tanned, white-haired delinquent sister started taking an interest in me. I hadn't even hit a hundred jumps yet, and my body was already gasping for air, but she committed the unthinkable atrocity of poking my cheek!
I scowled and glared at her, about to complain.
She was muscular, and there was a scar between her left jaw and cheek that looked like it had been torn away by a beast. I immediately looked up at her with the kindest, most polite, and cutest expression I could muster.
"T-That is... I-I mean... I'm..."
My damn brat of a body was so intimidated I couldn't even speak properly. My mind was that of an adult, but because my body was still a child's, I couldn't control it.
It wasn't just her muscles; I felt overwhelmed by the dangerous aura she radiated. It was as if my biological instincts as a male—a natural-born prey—were screaming in alarm.
"Are you looking for your mom? If a kid like you was around, there's no way I wouldn't have known."
The giant sister suddenly hoisted me up and gave me a shoulder ride. She looked to be at least 180cm tall. Her sweat-drenched neck felt sticky against my pants, which was gross, but she didn't seem like a bad person.
"Let's go find your mom with Auntie. Where did you lose her?"
Actually, she seemed like a very kind person. Since there were no handles, I grabbed onto her hair to steady myself.
"But what do you have in your pocket?"
Suddenly, the sister reached behind her head and started fondling my sausage.
"It doesn't feel like the jellies they gave out today. Is this...?"
"T-That... you can't touch that. I don't like it. Stop."
"...?"
The tall, tanned, white-haired sister didn't seem to understand what she was doing at first.
"Wait, this... it's not a dick, so why would... Kyaaaah! No, no! I didn't mean to do that!"
She was so shocked that she let go of my legs and started shaking her body from side to side.
At that moment, my vision began to flip.
Uh oh, am I falling? I needed to break my fall, but my head was a bit heavy. Come to think of it, this body wasn't even used to break-falling yet. I was screwed.
The receding ceiling stopped moving. The gravity pulling at my body vanished, and I saw the brown-haired sister.
"How can a kid have such a massive... N-No! I-I didn't mean to do that! I-It was a mistake! I'm sorry! I'm really sorry!"
The sister apologized like a proper woman. I had no choice but to forgive her.
My mom's friends, those total lesbians, would touch me on the sly and act like they didn't know, but this woman apologized for an accidental touch. What incredible character.
"It's okay! My dick is super big, right?"
The sister lowered her head, looking embarrassed. To see such a gap moe from a tall, muscular woman... it made me want to sexually harass her.
"Don't cry, Noona!"
I patted the tanned, muscular sister's chest to comfort her. It seemed to work, as she began to take deep breaths.
Then, she buried her face in my stomach and took a deep inhale.
"Ssssssssip!!!! Haaaaaaa~!"
This was not a scenario I had ever considered. Even in my second playthrough, I couldn't help but be flustered, but considering I was already giving Dragon-nim "womb massages" disguised as perverted playing house, this was a relatively mild fetish.
Thinking it was acceptable, I stroked her head.
"Don't cry, Noona. There, there. Good girl."
The tall, tanned, muscular, white-haired sister began to tremble. It seemed the "Shota-Papa" archetype, treated like a "Loli-Mama," was popular here.
"Let's get married, Noona."
"Pardon?"
This was the first proposal I'd received since Morian, so I had to ask for clarification.
"My name is Marika Olgaevabich. Let me introduce myself first. What is our husband's name?"
"Me? I'm Jeong Yong-hwan."
"Yong-hwan... what a lovely name."
Marika nodded, then suddenly launched into a long speech.
"Noona makes a lot of money. I'll make sure you never have to get your hands wet for the rest of your life. I have so much money that even though my work is a bit dangerous, you'll be able to live well forever even if I die. I don't care about things like keeping your chastity, so if I die, you're free to..."
What on earth was this person saying to a five-year-old?
"I can't get married."
"W-Why? Do you hate me because I'm old? No, even if I'm a Fist Master, I'll probably live longer than you, Yong-hwan! I'll stay beautiful forever!?"
That was a bit tempting. But unfortunately...
"I promised I'd do it with Mom!"
I had to give a childish excuse to dodge it.
"I'm fine with being a concubine!"
Marika's response made my head spin. This sister was out of her mind. Still, if she was okay with being a concubine, it seemed fine. A tall, tanned, muscular sister... I was down for that.
"Then I'll let you be my concubine!"
"Yahoo~!"
My tanned sister was overjoyed. I felt like I was losing my mind.
"So, which subsidiary does your mother-in-law work for?"
"The Police Agency!"
"Hmm... I see. So you don't have a guardian here. Good, I'll have to go for a visit."
"...?"
I think there was a slight misunderstanding.
"Still, there are a lot of dangerous sisters here. Who told you to come down?"
"I came here in secret!"
"Hmm... I see. But it's dangerous here, so you can't stay. I'll make sure you meet your mom, so don't worry. Shall we go up?"
My mom wasn't in a prison or a detention center; she was tapping away at a keyboard at the main headquarters.
"I want to work out too! I want to be strong like you, Noona!"
"Tsk... I suppose it's fine if I watch over you..."
"If I don't work out, I'm not going!!!"
At my voice, filled with all my might, Marika nodded as if she understood. It seemed I had found a good trainer.
"Put strength in your pussy... no, I mean, put strength in your stomach."
Marika, the tall, tanned, white-haired woman, began my training. She had taken a 1kg dumbbell, stretched and bent it with her bare hands, and whipped up a piece of equipment suited for me on the spot.
"Yes, that's the trick. You know how to do it. You're talented!"
"I have talent?"
"Yeah, you're better at this than those girls with pussies!"
Hearing her doting encouragement almost brought tears to my eyes. After always hearing evaluations from aunties about how I had no talent and needed to work harder, hearing this kind of praise felt like a dream.