Chapter 40: They're Mafia, but They're Probably Good People!
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 40: They're Mafia, but They're Probably Good People!
With Marika joining us, my daily routine was finally reaching a level I could be satisfied with. Hindel focused on my posture and teaching me techniques, while Marika handled strength training, leading me through height-increasing gymnastics and exercises to stimulate my growth plates.
Aside from the daily struggle of drinking that bizarre-smelling liquid Alicia sent as a gift—which tasted absolutely foul, leading me to foist half of it onto Marika one sip at a time—it was a peaceful repetition of ordinary days.
There is, however, one crucial piece of information we must acknowledge: our "alpha female" white-haired tanned delinquent, Marika, had an absolutely massive chest.
Her breasts were so huge they could be compared to Camel’s, and the way she lived with them tightly bound in bandages was a major charm point. She’d started using bandages because she hated constantly having to change bra sizes, and now it had become a habit. She had the mindset of a true alpha female who found bras cumbersome and unnecessary—I felt like giving her extra credit for that.
During our shared shower time after workouts, I secretly wanted to swipe those sweat-soaked bandages, but unfortunately, I had nowhere to hide them. Then again, they seemed to be enchanted with some strange magic that kept them fresh and dry over time, so they functioned like regular underwear. Pilfering them was likely impossible.
"Marika, what kind of man do you like?"
"Me? I think I’d like a husband who is devoted to the family, stays home, is kind to the children, and comes out to the foyer to greet me every time I get home from work."
"That sounds pretty ordinary."
"A-And… I’d like him to be… a strong man."
I had a feeling this woman was hopeless when it came to marriage.
"What defines a 'strong man' to you?"
"Well, first… he should be around my height… with a body built from lots of exercise… and his… well, his…."
Contrary to her appearance, Marika was quite boyish in this regard. She stammered and got embarrassed easily. Quite unlike a typical woman of this world, she was shy when talking about romance or the opposite sex.
But that was only by this world's standards. To me, she was just a cute older sister overflowing with gap moe, so it didn't matter.
"You know… someone really big… who gives off a… a feeling of p-pressing down on me…."
She certainly had unique tastes. Considering she should have been about 20cm shorter than she was, maybe she was just born in the wrong body.
"Do you like chubby people?"
"I don't mind… No! That's not it! I like a firm, solid feeling better! Someone who can subdue me… that kind of…."
It seemed she shared a similar perverted streak with Alicia.
"Marika, what kind of man do you want me to become?"
"Are you asking for my preference, Young Master?"
"Yep!"
"I… I like a man who is muscular… who presses down on me… and does that. It seems you’re already well-equipped down there… so if you just grow taller…."
This lady sure had a lot of requirements. As someone with a thing for strong women and distorted sexual desires, I could handle it, though!
"I don't really get what you mean. Say it simply."
"You don't need to know, Young Master!"
Marika was adorable, being so shy despite her large stature. I reached out toward her as she cleared her throat with a reddened face. I couldn't reach her head because of the height difference, but my (future) concubine, the white-haired tanned delinquent, lowered her head to let me pet her.
"I don't really get it, but~ I'll become the kind of man you want, Marika! Since you're my concubine!"
As I ruffled her slightly sweat-dampened hair, Marika let out a little chuckle.
"Right. That’s a pleasant thing to hear. In that case, shall I give my future husband a little help?"
"Help?"
"Yes. Lie down comfortably."
Following Marika's instructions, I lay down on the yoga mat, and she climbed on top of me. I wasn't mentally prepared for this yet—was the wedding night starting today? She was beyond bold; it was actually a little scary.
"Let's start with the circulation of Qi."
This incredibly pure-hearted woman didn't even seem to consider the option of "tasting and enjoying" me—since I couldn't even produce "seeds" yet. Instead, she placed her hand on my chest and pushed something—no, mana—deep into me.
When Hindel did it, I felt like I was going to vomit, but with Marika, it just felt comfortable.
"Huh? What is this? What's going on?"
"Is there a problem?"
"Young Master, did you eat something? An Elixir… no, that might be too difficult a word for a child. Did one of the adults give you something they said was 'good for you'?"
"Ice Essence!"
Marika blinked blankly.
"Ice Essence? A male ate that? He should be lacking Fire Qi as it is… No, for someone who ate that, this is… W-Wow… the Fire Qi is…."
"Is something wrong?"
"No, ahem. It just means our Young Master is quite the impressive man. Yeah… if this is how you are after eating Ice Essence, then before that, you must have been…."
It seemed like a good thing, at least.
"Can I become your ideal man, Marika?"
"…It seems you’ll have no choice but to become that. But I’d like it if you worked even harder."
I patted the thigh of my future concubine, the white-haired tanned delinquent, who was smiling very happily.
"Marika, you're heavy…."
Marika’s blue eyes trembled.
"I-I just have a lot of muscle mass! I'm not actually that heavy!"
Given her size, she was indeed quite heavy for a young child to support.
***
There was a heart-wrenching effort from Marika to prove she wasn't fat by showing me her body fat percentage, but there was no way the numbers would come out right when she was carrying those massive lumps of fat on her chest.
And what was I supposed to do when she brought me "doctored" results, claiming they were the numbers after subtracting the fat from her breasts?
"Yeah, I like big chests! You're slim, Marika! You're cool! You're strong! I love muscles~!"
As always, I had no choice but to act as an emotional laborer in the service industry. Flattering others while receiving money, virginity, a house, and gifts… my heart aches…?
Wait, thinking about it, this was basically a miracle of economic engineering.
My heart began to feel warm at the thought that I could just keep shaking my tail and live off these sisters for the rest of my life.
"Young Master, you're not lying, right? Really?"
"Yep~! I want Marika to stay a cool, muscular big sister forever~!"
Providing this much lip service to our white-haired tanned delinquent wasn't hard. Besides, considering my broad "strike zone," having a heroine with this kind of charm would make my life as a kept man even more enjoyable.
Marika seemed to love my "service," as she started carrying me around on her shoulders everywhere.
We usually only met during workout hours, but since the Dragon Lord was so busy, I ended up being left with Marika instead of being stuck in the toy room.
Sisters who looked like they’d chewed on razor blades—all beauties, mind you—stared at me in wonder as I sat on Marika's shoulders, clutching her hair. However, I wasn't so weak that I couldn't handle this level of embarrassment.
"Who's the brat, Boss?"
"Oh, he's cute."
"Boss, did you have a secret son?"
I just wished they wouldn't talk to me. Having them swarm around and pay attention to me was pretty embarrassing.
A healthy-looking, South American-style black-haired sister standing in the center, looking quite rowdy, approached and started poking my cheek.
I tried to dodge by turning my head left and right, but this person had clearly mastered some high-level killing techniques; she easily ignored my evasion and poked my cheek anyway.
"Don't bully him. He's my husband."
At Marika's words, the sisters' eyes twitched as they looked back and forth between me and Marika. They exchanged glances, their faces contorting.
"Where did you kidnap him from? Kidnapping a boy is a huge deal! The Big Boss will kill us for not managing you properly!"
"Go return him right now! No, I'll call the cops. I know a guy I give pocket money to. We can just say we were 'protecting' him for a bit!"
"Fuck, I knew this day would come."
The sisters' evaluation of Marika seemed a bit harsh. The white-haired tanned delinquent let out a long sigh and then gave a small laugh.
"He's the Big Boss's son."
Everyone was struck with shock at the muscular sister's words.
"The Big Boss's?!"
"That old maid's?!"
"Wait, the Big Boss who was acting all lesbian toward Superintendent Degrain because she said there were no males worthy of her?"
It seemed Hindel's reputation wasn't great either.
"Then who's the dad? Are there even any male Black Dragons right now?"
"Might be an elf. Look at his face. He's damn cute."
"…No, seriously, when did she even make him?"
The sisters began to show even more interest in me. Even in my second life, this was a bit much. I buried my face in the crown of Marika's head, wrapped my hands over my own head, and curled up.
"Kyaa~! He's seriously cute. Is he being shy right now?"
"Khu… Boss, is there a spot left for a concubine?"
"If we just train him well and raise him… Hey, you lesbians. Come over here. The Big Boss's son is here!"
More people seemed to be gathering. In times like this, there was only one thing to do.
"Heh… hugh… don't come closer…. I'm scared…."
I pretended to cry.
"You jackals! Get lost!"
Marika shouted threateningly.
"Aigo, aigo, the Boss is attacking us!"
"Kiddo, we're not actually scary sisters. Hmm? Hmm? Want some protein? Huh?"
"Peek-a-boo~! Peek-a-boo~!"
It was clear these sisters had never taken care of a child in their lives. Even our Grasha wouldn't fall for that peek-a-boo crap. I was going to accept the protein, but Marika cut them off.
"Sisters, are you good people?"
I asked cautiously while sniffing. Even if they were sisters from a security company managed by a Mafia Dragon, it was obvious they probably did some secret stabbing or shooting.
But if they were kind to me, it must be because they were good people who were forced into this line of work by a series of incredibly complex and tragic circumstances they couldn't tell anyone about. I could understand that.
"...."
No one answered.
"…Are you bad people?"
Still, no one answered. In fact, they all avoided my gaze.
I think I'm screwed.