Chapter 43: Survival Rules for a Gender-Reversed World
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 43: Survival Rules for a Gender-Reversed World
After I gave that pervert dragon a taste of "true education," Hindel behaved herself quite demurely the next day, and the day after that. She stopped fiddling with my stuff while I was bathing and quit prattling on about how I was a male, or about my fire qi, or how big I’d get when I grew up.
There were a few times I woke up to the sound of her masturbating—letting out moans like, "Hngh, ah, ugh, mmm, I’m—I’m coming! Why... why from something like this...? I’m coming...!"—but since sleep is so vital for a child, I made sure to only vaguely remember it by the time morning rolled around.
Aside from her late-night sessions, there weren't any major issues. I spent the next two weeks focusing on my training and enjoying a long, long holiday playing with Whitey, Goldie, Big Sister, and that horse sister whose name I never caught. Finally, it was time to head home.
"My son! Do you have any idea how much Mommy missed you?!"
Mom was waiting for me in front of the apartment complex, greeting me with teary eyes. I felt a bit guilty since I’d been a little harsh when I first set out on my "journey."
"Me too! I missed you so much, Mom! You're the best! You're the greatest! You're so pretty!"
I gave her breasts a casual squeeze as a display of affection while we stepped into the elevator.
"Did Aunt Hindel buy you lots of yummy things?"
"Yeah! We went to restaurants! People came and cooked right in front of us! I ate so much~ delicious stuff!"
Watching a chef do a fire show was actually a pretty fun experience. Plus, she bought me basically everything I asked for. Even though I was only allowed two candies a day, the sisters playing with me would sneak me an extra one or two, so there was one day I ended up eating eight!
"I was worried because she seemed to dislike our Yong-hwan, but I guess she’s not so bad..."
She went from disliking me to seeing me as a son, and almost to seeing me as her "darling," but I figured I didn't need to tell Mom that.
I also decided to keep it to myself that a route almost opened up where I’d be captured by the Red Dragon—a mob boss, mafia don, and yakuza leader—and forced into a mother-daughter threesome while seeding her. I’d successfully blocked that path and preserved our family's peace.
Actually, that’s definitely something I should never mention.
"Mom, do you like Hindel?"
"...Well, I think she’s a good person. Though it’s hard to tell between women."
Poor dragon. Actually, what am I saying? "Poor" nothing. It seemed the route to my mom was impossible for that pervert dragon anyway.
My innocence might have been shredded, but considering I showed my potential as a dragon slayer and overcame a trial, it was probably a profitable venture.
Besides, thinking about how hot and cozy the Dragon Lord’s throat felt made me feel a vulgar surge of strength in my "third leg."
But if it gets twice as big from here, it won't just be a large soda bottle; it'll be a full-sized PET bottle. I wonder if that’ll be okay.
"Why? Do you like Aunt Hindel, Yong-hwan?"
"I like Mom more~!"
Still, after dealing with a dragon, I was starting to get a feel for how to avoid becoming a leather dildo.
She taught me an aggressive doctrine: if you're going to be victimized, strike first. It was one way to navigate this world. In that sense, Hindel was practically my mentor—aside from the pet who had turned into a "sheep."
I was finally liberated from Mom, who seemed to be suffering from a "I love my son so much, he’s so cute, what do I do, I love him" sickness. She’d held me tight for two hours, sniffing me, kissing me, and nibbling on me everywhere, claiming she was low on "son-energy."
It was hard to understand why she kept leaving tooth marks on a child’s sensitive skin, but what could I do? She loves her son. Patting her head and telling her she was a "good girl" was the least I could do for the head of our household.
First, I knocked on Iris’s door. She was currently in the third week of her "no going out" punishment. An aura screaming "don't come in" wafted through the closed door.
My sister had been furious that I was treated like a dildo, so as her brother, I needed to comfort her to ensure she didn't reconsider whether I was worth protecting.
"Sis~ Iris sis~."
I spoke with a slight lisp. My voice was decent, and the clear, youthful tone sounded good even to my own ears. Pass.
"Don't come in."
Iris was holding out. Puberty is a difficult time. I understood her, seeing as I was also being swayed by hormones while trying to enjoy being a child. Though, of course, she was cute!
"Sis... do you hate me?"
I lingered in front of the door for a few seconds, trying to sense her presence inside. It had been easy when Hindel was beside me teaching me how to use mana, but doing it alone was incredibly difficult.
The mana felt like a lump of stone, refusing to move.
"I'm sorry... Yong-hwan will just play by himself..."
I turned around and began to walk away slowly. Three. Two. One.
"...Come in and stay quiet."
The door opened.
"Yay! You're the best, Sis!"
I clung to Iris. I could tell she’d had a growth spurt over the last two weeks; her legs had gotten noticeably longer. It was like she was growing centimeters every day. Now, I actually had to tilt my head back to look up at her.
She was really leaning into the "rabbit" character trait with those long legs. They were exactly my type.
"I'm busy studying. I'll play with you after my exams. You have to stay quiet, okay?"
"But Sis, you're bad at studying."
"I'm good at it now!"
Since I’d helped her solve math problems and those weird questions that were a mix of magitech and science before, she couldn't hit me with a "What do you know!" retort.
"Why are you working so hard, Sis?"
"...You don't need to know."
I climbed onto her lap as she sat at her desk. At first, she tried to nudge me off, but after I forced my way up a few times, she leaned back slightly to make it easier for me to sit. It was nice.
I didn't think a proper conversation was possible right now. I just leaned against her and watched her focus on the problems.
Mom and my aunts were worried about her being in a rebellious phase or going through puberty, but she seemed fine to me.
"What do you want to be, Sis?"
"A police officer, or maybe a prosecutor."
A noble dream. I poked Iris’s chin. She tilted her head back and forth, looking tickled.
"Do you want to be like Mom?"
"That too... but I think those jobs would be good for protecting our Yong-hwan. I'll protect you."
She was just a total bro-con. I didn't think I had to worry much about Iris. I spent about two hours with her, helping her with her studies.
I wanted to tempt her into playing, but I couldn't be selfish when she had such a clear dream.
I had no choice but to go play with the youngest toy Mom had given birth to.
However.
"For a mere boy! For a mere boy!"
The youngest, who was reaching that "troublesome age," was mimicking something weird she’d seen on TV again.
"Grasha, it's bad to say things like that!"
"For a mere boy! Don't take orders from you!"
I could "educate" my older sister and Mom just fine, but the youngest was actually the hardest to handle.
"When Grasha says things like that... it hurts Oppa."
"It's okay for boys to be hurt! Because they're boys! Take this! And this!"
Grasha’s tiny hands started pummelling me. What on earth had been on TV during those two weeks to turn my sweet little sister into such a devil?
I curled into a ball, acting heartbroken.
"Sniff... G-Grasha... hngh... uwaaa..."
"Huh...? Oppa, are you crying?"
Grasha, who had been hitting me, started nudging my body to see if I was actually crying.
"I'm not gonna play with Grasha. Oppa won't play with a Grasha who hits boys."
"Uuu... G-Grasha is sorry. I'm sorry. Grasha is sorry. Play with Grasha! Waaaaah!!!"
The youngest burst into tears. I hadn't intended to make her cry, but if she kept wailing, she’d distract Iris from her studies, so I gave her a hug.
"Really? You won't hit boys—I mean, Oppa—anymore? Right?"
"Waaaaah, I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"
I really wished Mom would handle this kind of discipline, but it pained me that I had to do it myself.
I’ll have to train her well so she catches the "I love Oppa so much, I love him to death" sickness. I’ll raise her into a healing-type younger sister who thinks it's "cute, so cute" even if her brother lives like a total bum.
Anyway, having grown stronger as a reward for my two weeks of training and playing, I lightly warmed up my body for an arm-wrestling match with Im Su-yeon.
"Hey, Im Su-yeon. You think you're so tough?! Let's settle this with arm wrestling!"
With my talent—having completely succeeded in sensing mana after two weeks of blood-sweating training—even the great Im Su-yeon shouldn't be able to beat me.
Hindel had said some nasty things, like how if I actually had talent, I would have been able to manipulate mana like Iris, but Marika had praised me, saying this much was already amazing. There was no way I’d lose to a brat like Im Su-yeon.
Lately, the texture of the "sheep's" butt seemed to be getting better.
"Teacher, have you been exercising lately?"
"Yes, I've been doing gym workouts and yoga."
Taking care of herself—excellent. It seemed I wasn't the only one who had gotten stronger over the last two weeks.
"Do you... like it...?"
"I'm the teacher right now."
When I frowned and glared at her, Lee Ji-yeon shrank back, clutching her apron and trembling.
"I mean... do you like that your teacher is exercising?"
"I like you regardless, Teacher! But of course, I like a Teacher who exercises even more!"
A sense of accomplishment, a feeling of "I did it," appeared on Fluffy Teacher's face.
"Does our Yong-hwan want to play with Su-yeon too? That arm wrestling from earlier..."
"Be quiet. Know your place, female."
I slapped Lee Ji-yeon’s butt.
"Y-Yes...!"
I might have been a bit too harsh without realizing it, but Fluffy Teacher answered more submissively than usual. Judging by her reaction, it didn't seem like a bad move. I slapped Teacher Yang’s butt—which was filling out her jeans quite nicely—two or three more times before heading to a corner of the institute where there were no other children.
To beat Im Su-yeon, I had no choice but to practice the training Marika and Hindel had taught me.