Chapter 39: No to the Tall, Muscular, Tanned, White-Haired Delinquent!
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 39: No to the Tall, Muscular, Tanned, White-Haired Delinquent!
Marika’s training was grueling. However, it felt productive. My muscles tightened, and the heavy sweat gave me the distinct feeling that I was truly working out.
“There, there. You need to drink some water, right?”
I couldn't even stand up; I just lay there, panting, with my head in Marika’s lap. As she slowly trickled water into my mouth, her kindness was so overwhelming I felt like I could almost fall for her.
This was the kind of person I wanted. I liked the feeling of getting stronger, and I especially liked how she took care of me purely, unlike those perverts who would slyly grope my butt or crotch.
With my muscles pleasantly tense and a sense of fulfillment—or perhaps just lactic acid and magnesium—filling my body, a surge of confidence washed over me. I felt like I could even take on that girl, Im Su-yeon.
“I think I can get strong!”
“That’s right. Proper exercise, stretching, and the right diet—anyone can get strong with those.”
Marika shook up a protein shake and began chugging it down. How petty of her to keep the performance-enhancing supplements for herself. I couldn't let such tyranny slide.
“Give me some protein too!”
“No. Unless you’re on a strict meal plan, protein is forbidden.”
“Why?!”
She was being incredibly stingy. Was she trying to hog all the muscle growth for herself?! Maybe she was sulking because I said I’d take her as a concubine. It was a shame, but I figured I’d have to accept her as my main wife in exchange for a sip of that protein.
“Too many amino acids will give you gout, Husband. For a modern person’s diet, protein supplements are overkill.”
“Then I won’t eat dinner! Just give me the protein!”
“Then you won’t grow tall. Is that what you want?”
“Nuh-uh!”
Height was a serious matter. Marika playfully pressed down on my head and ruffled my hair. Unlike Iris’s clinginess or the suggestive touches of the other older sisters, her touch was a pure gesture of praise. It felt like all the toxicity I’d built up was slowly draining away.
“Good. Now, let’s stretch! Come on, relax your body...!”
“Gah! Argh! Stop! Ack!”
Having her chest pressed against my back was nice, but her manners when handling a boy were non-existent. My muscles screamed for mercy as they were stretched to their limits.
Her chest definitely felt large, but with my groin muscles shrieking in pain, it was hard to gauge the exact size.
“I suppose boys really are flexible. Or maybe it’s just because you’re a child. You’re doing great. Now, don’t just push down blindly; put strength into your puss—I mean, your core. That’s it, good boy.”
As she pressed down on my lower back, my body folded forward much further than before. This woman had incredible abs, but her personality and teaching skills were even better. I liked her. I could definitely see myself taking her as a concubine.
With her around, I didn't need a "sweet mama" like Hindel.
This was the big sister I needed. But just as I was enjoying my stretching session with Marika, someone slammed the door open and stormed in.
“Hm? Boss, what brings you here?”
“…Don’t touch him.”
“Pardon?”
Judging by the distortion on Hindel’s face, the situation looked grim. I could see sparks of fire—crackle, crackle—flickering around her.
“I said, don’t lay your filthy hands on my son!”
In an instant, Marika was sent flying. The big sister who had been pressing down on my shoulders just a second ago had vanished. I looked around to see what had happened. The tall, tanned, white-haired sister was now embedded in the wall.
Holy shit, what just happened?
“You brat! Do you have any idea how much your mother looked for you?! Didn’t I tell you to play in the office?! Do you know how worried I was?!”
That wasn't the important part right now. I shook off Hindel, who was trying to hug me, and ran over to Marika.
“Big Sister! Big Sister! Are you okay?! Big Sister?!”
I checked on Marika as she stumbled out of the wall. She didn't seem to be seriously injured.
“I’m fine. My strength is my best trait, after all. But Boss, why so suddenly?”
I could feel the murderous intent radiating from Hindel’s eyes. It wasn't directed at me, but the sheer pressure of being near Marika was enough to make my legs tremble. Behind Hindel, I saw the phantom image of a dragon’s head with its massive maw agape.
Its size was impossible to fathom, as if perspective itself had shattered.
“…What were you doing to my son?”
“Huh? Son? You mean Yong-hwan?”
Marika looked back and forth between me and Hindel.
“But Boss, aren't you a virgin?”
—BOOM!
Marika pulled me into an embrace to shield me. I saw a 0.5-ton barbell flying toward us, launched by Hindel’s foot. Had she just kicked a half-ton weight?
I definitely shouldn't mess with Hindel. No, that wasn't the point. Things were taking a turn for the worse.
“Don’t bully my Big Sister! Hindel is mean! You’re not my Mama!”
Hindel, who had been pulling a longsword out of the shadows, suddenly let go of the hilt.
“No, child. That’s not it. I…”
“A Hindel who bullies my Big Sister isn't my Mama! You’re not a sister either! You’re a bad villain! I’m not playing house with you! I’m going to play house with my Marika Noona! I’m not letting Hindel join!”
I couldn't tolerate this tyranny. Bullying Marika, who was helping me train and giving me a chance to get revenge on Im Su-yeon, was practically a challenge directed at me.
“Yong-hwan, still, you shouldn't talk to your mother like that. Let’s hear what she has to say first, okay?”
This woman was so big-hearted. I really liked the way her large hand stroked my head. Her "alpha female" energy was almost making me swoon.
“So, this child... I mean, the Young Master is the son of Police Superintendent Degrain and the Boss?”
“That is correct.”
Even after hearing the explanation from Hindel, Marika seemed to struggle to understand, as if she were a bit slow.
“If Superintendent Degrain is his Mama, and the Boss is also his Mama... then who is the child’s father?”
“There isn't one.”
My Big Sister really didn't get it. Still, she had a great body and a kind heart, so being a bit dim-witted was fine.
In times like these, I had to use my experience as an academy instructor to explain.
“Hindel was going to be my Papa, but she decided to be my Mama instead! Along with my other Mom!”
“So, can I assume the Boss has become his godmother?”
“No, not a godmother. A mother.”
My Big Sister looked at me with a face that said she found this very hard to grasp.
Hindel cleared her throat. She seemed to realize that letting this conversation drag on wouldn't lead anywhere good.
“Introductions first. This is Marika Olgaevabich, the Chairwoman of our security firm, Guardman Security Company.”
“I didn't realize you were the Young Master. My apologies.”
Marika bowed her head in apology. Not knowing how to react, I just said it was fine and placed my hand on her head, patting her and saying, “Good girl, good girl.”
“So, child. Do you like having this woman look after you?”
I had to choose my words carefully here. I wanted to ask Marika to train me all the time, but our petty Dragon Lord would surely sulk.
“Yeah! But it’s tiring, so I can’t do it all the time. I think I can do two hours a day, though!”
“…Of all times to be busy… Fine. I can entrust you to her for that much.”
“Yay! Hindel Mama is the best!”
It seemed I’d struck the right balance of what the dragon-head could accept. As Hindel picked me up, I buried my face in her chest and rubbed against her. I felt her slender fingers stroking my hair.
While the Dragon Lord couldn't quite compare to Camel, her breasts were certainly as substantial as my mother’s. Seeing how "sweetly" she treated me, it felt like she’d only scold me once a year rather than once every three days, so marrying her seemed like a decent option.
Besides, the Dragon Lord’s chest was like a warm hearth—probably because of her fire breath—and it felt great.
“Then, Boss, does that make you my mother-in-law?”
At Marika’s tactless remark, Hindel’s face turned stone-cold.
“What on earth are you talking about?”
“We promised to get married!”
Hindel glared at Marika with wide eyes before looking at me to confirm if it was true.
“Yeah, I decided to take her as a concubine!”
“Th-that’s…”
Hindel looked flustered.
“Then what about Ame?!”
“Mom will be my main wife! Since I promised to marry Mom too!”
A child’s answer was always the most convenient. Taste the power of my innocence! You can’t even get mad, can you? What can you do to a kid! What can you do even if I go around promising to marry every woman I meet!
“Then are you saying I should be your wife as well?”
Uh, wait, that’s not what I meant.
“Yeah, I’ll take Hindel Mama too!”
I managed to keep my poker face. If you’re going to talk nonsense, the key is to commit to it until the very end. Going overboard once is a problem, but if you push past the limit and keep going until it becomes a performance, it becomes art.
“Well, if that’s the case…”
I wasn't sure if Hindel was actually taking a child’s nonsense seriously, but she seemed to just laugh it off.
“Then does that make us sister-wives?”
At Marika’s words, Hindel kicked the table. It slid across the floor and slammed into Marika’s shin. It must have hurt, but Marika didn't even flinch as she looked at Hindel.
“That’s cruel, Mother-in-law.”
“Shut up. I’m not accepting you. My son belongs to me and Ame. You’re just there for him to use, Marika.”
Hindel hugged me tight and turned her back on her.
Ah, the price of popularity.