Chapter 41: Is There No Such Thing as a Born Villain...?
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 41: Is There No Such Thing as a Born Villain...?
"Giddy-up, Big Sister! Yah! Giddy-up! Go faster!"
The muscular woman, who was biting down on a jump rope folded about eight times, began to slow down. I didn't want to do this, but I raised my hand high.
Slap!
Using the spanking skills I’d honed while handling my pet 'Sheep,' I delivered a sharp blow to her well-toned, perky buttocks.
"Move it!"
"Ngh-!"
I couldn't tell what she was saying since she was biting the rope, but I was quite satisfied to see the muscular woman resume her diligent crawling.
I thought they were scary people at first, but seeing how well they treated me, they must have joined the mafia because of some tragic, unspeakable circumstances.
"Ah! You're slowing down again! Go straight!"
The Horse Beastwoman sister, who moved sluggishly every few meters, was surely the same. Since her buttocks were so hardened from training that my palm actually hurt, I decided to hit her chest instead.
Slap!
"Kh-!"
"When I say 'giddy-up,' you do it right!"
When I slapped her chest and gave the jump rope a firm tug, the Horse Sister began to move quickly. Unlike before, when she was crawling on her knees, she switched to a full quadrupedal gallop, and her speed surged.
"Giddy-up! Giddy-up! Giddy-up! Faster! Faster!"
Slap. Slap. Slap! Slap! Slap!
I thoroughly enjoyed the ride, slapping the chest of the muscular woman—who even had the horse ears and tail to match—as she galloped. Just as I was starting to get bored, I hopped off her back, which had provided a surprisingly comfortable ride.
"Are you... are you done?"
"Yeah, I'm bored now!"
The Horse Sister’s shoulders slumped as she tightly hugged the jump rope she had been biting. Between that Sheep and this Horse Sister, it seemed these beast-bitches really loved being ridden.
"Th-then, what about us...?"
Waiting behind her were the Wolf Sister, the Dark Elf Sister, and the Cow Sister, all looking at me with faces trembling with a sense of betrayal. My hand was sore from hitting the Horse Sister’s butt so much, so playing 'Giddy-up' was out of the question.
I could have hit their chests, but the fun was wearing off, and I didn't feel like it anymore.
"Then do you want to play house?"
The sisters' eyes sparkled.
"Good girl, good girl, who's a good doggy? It feels good when I rub your belly like this, right?"
"Haah! Haah! Pant! Pant! Pant!"
The grey-haired Wolf Sister curled her body, exposing her belly like a puppy begging its master for affection. Judging by her heavy breathing, she seemed to be putting a lot of effort into the act.
"Moo~ Mooooo~!"
The Cow Sister let out a soulful lowing beside me, rubbing her cheek against my thigh and stomach. I absentmindedly ruffled her golden hair.
"Yes, yes, our cow is such a good girl. Good girl~!"
I grabbed her horns to make her bow her head, then gently stroked the nape of her neck. I could see the Cow Sister’s arms and legs trembling.
"Papa~!"
"Yes, yes, my daughter. Are you home from school~?"
I stroked the Dark Elf Sister’s black hair as she clung to me, giving it a messy rub.
As expected, they were all kind souls, likely forced into this line of work by their tragic circumstances. After about ten minutes of petting and playing with them, I got bored again.
Normally, I might have satisfied my own interests by groping their breasts, but since I thought of them as 'kind sisters,' I felt too guilty to sexually harass them.
"House play is over."
"Can't you play with us a little longer...?"
"No! More! Let's play more! Please? Please?"
"Mooooooo~!"
I didn't understand why they wanted to play house more than even Hindel did, but I wasn't having fun anymore.
"It's not fun!"
"P-please, just a little more? Pretty please? I'm a wolf, but I can live as a dog for you!"
Whitey clung to my leg, her bright grey eyes welling with tears as she began to beg. When I gave her head a light pat, she let out a cute little whimper and acted adorable.
"I-I'm a cow too... but I can live as a dairy cow for you!"
Goldie, who had a pair of milk jugs that were embarrassingly small compared to Camel's but massive compared to a normal person's, rubbed her cheek against my side.
"Papa~! Don't abandon meeee...."
The Dark Elf Sister buried her face in my stomach and began to sob. I could have played more if she rubbed her lips between my thighs instead of my stomach... No, that sounds a bit perverted. Cancel that thought.
Anyway. These people seemed crazy.
"No! It's boring!"
However, I was living my second playthrough after being exposed to constant sexual harassment and child abuse; this level of madness wasn't enough to swallow me whole.
"Why did you guys get jobs here? I heard there are a lot of scary people in this place."
It felt like it was time to hear their tragic stories. I figured I’d listen while I took a break.
I looked at the Wolf Sister.
"Me? I came here because they said I could beat people up legally! I used to be a martial artist!"
My heart ached at her effort to hide her tragic past. I looked at Goldie.
"I was in the special forces, but I beat up a superior who kept picking on me and deserted. I was sold to the Chairwoman as a condition for my pardon."
The tragic past...
Actually, never mind. I looked at the Dark Elf Sister. Her red eyes looked very charming and kind.
"M-me? I am..."
Seeing her blush, I felt like this person truly had a tragic story.
"I was running a small clan in the countryside, but I caught the Boss's eye and got scouted..."
Since her breasts were quite large and she was so shy, I started to wonder what kind of 'clan' it was.
"Sister, what do you mean 'countryside'? That region has 300,000 people. Besides, didn't you have 1,200 people under you?"
The Wolf Sister corrected the Dark Elf. She seemed to have a good head for business. 1,200 people meant she was basically the CEO of a major company.
"What kind of work did you do, Elf Sister?"
"I... I just collected protection fees, and if people fought, I’d help them reconcile or mediate..."
The details were strange.
"Isn't that usually what the Yakuza do?"
The Dark Elf Sister scratched her cheek and laughed.
They definitely all had tragic stories they couldn't tell others. Despite what they said, they seemed like truly kind people.
Naturally, it would be hard for them to talk about their cruel fates. It would be weird to speak honestly in a place like this, so I decided to listen to their stories later when the opportunity arose.
It was about time to go have dinner with Hindel.
"Bye-bye, Whitey!"
Calling her Whitey when she was grey felt a bit odd, but the Wolf Sister waved her hand longingly anyway.
"Bye-bye to you too, Goldie!"
The Cow Sister sobbed as she waved back.
"Goodbye, Big Sister."
"Uh, y-yeah... G-goodbye..."
I gave a polite bow to the provincial mob boss sister and stepped outside.
Leaning against the wall by the door was Hindel, waiting for me with her arms crossed.
"Did you have fun? You seemed to be playing quite enjoyably."
"Yeah, they're all so nice!"
"...Those thugs?"
Hindel glanced through the glass wall at the 'sisters with tragic pasts' and her eyes widened.
"Yeah, they're nice! They played with me so well! They were cool!"
"...They're bad news, so try not to associate with them if you can help it."
Hindel was slandering my sisters.
"Hindel, you're mean! The sisters are nice! You're not Mama!"
"I should let you win to protect my status as Mama, but wrong is wrong. Those women are so uncontrollable that Marika has to keep them with her 'personally.'"
The slander was getting out of hand.
"I don't care! Mama is mean! I'm going home!"
"Listen to me. At least hear what I have to say."
I was a bit curious about what kind of false information the dragon would give me.
"The Wolf Beastwoman, Aoi Takahara..."
"Whitey!"
Whitey's name was prettier than I expected.
"...Fine. Whitey is a combat maniac who was banned from international competitions for various fouls and cruel match conduct. After being banned, she was a crazy bitch who enjoyed breaking her opponents' joints in what were called 'execution ceremonies' in underground fighting arenas."
That sounded a bit scary.
"And as for the Cow Beastwoman, Youfei Lee..."
"Goldie!"
"...Fine, Goldie. She's from 'Stone's Avengers,' the Empire's multi-purpose special mountain ranger unit. She's a criminal caught for assaulting a superior, desertion, and twenty-eight other charges. She's a crazy bitch whose reason for doing it was simply that she didn't like her superior—a reason no sane person could give."
That also sounded a bit scary.
"And the Dark Elf, Lisar Wintershard."
"Big Sister!"
"Fine, Big Sister...? Whatever. Anyway, Big Sister was a mob boss known as the 'Devil' of a city with 300,000 people. She didn't touch civilians, but she was a lunatic who didn't hesitate to torture, assault, or kidnap rival organizations."
For some reason, it felt like I’d gotten involved with people I shouldn't have.
No, this was definitely false propaganda born from societal prejudice and Hindel's overprotectiveness.
It was far too harsh a criticism for these stupid, perverted, idiotic bitches who were happy to be spanked, delighted to have their bellies rubbed, and turned into complete mush just from a little bit of pampering—perfect candidates for meat toilets.
"...But they're still nice, aren't they?"
Hindel let out a long sigh.
"Well, I suppose it doesn't matter as long as they're good to my son."
It seemed the Dragon Lord was keeping quiet about their painful and sad pasts that she couldn't share with me. Indeed, how could anyone commit such crazy acts without a tragic backstory?
Since they all had such painful and sad pasts, I felt like I should be the one to warmly embrace them.