Chapter 45: The Golden Ringlet Villainess Big Sister!
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 45: The Golden Ringlet Villainess Big Sister!
I had been adapting well to this world of gender reversal, skewed sex ratios, and flipped standards of chastity, enjoying the perks of being a male. However, hearing Camel’s stories had left me feeling a bit unsettled.
Right now, I was safe under the protection of my mother and sister, but I realized I might have to spend my days worrying about being bullied by girls or being kidnapped and raped.
Lost in these thoughts about the harshness of reality, I found myself dragged to a hotel where my mother was meeting some acquaintances. I had planned to milk Camel and give her some "education," but it seemed both of them couldn't miss this party—some sort of exchange meeting between the United Kingdom and the Empire.
Fortunately, the hotel where the exchange was being held was owned by that total pervert King Milk Cow, who tends to climax while being milked. Thanks to that, I was able to wait for my mother in a suite.
Personally, she seemed to want to show off her son at the exchange meeting, but meeting people requires a lot of effort and preparation. I managed to secure some free time by deploying my "I don't want to, I'm not doing it, I hate you, Mom" triple-threat combo.
Transforming robots are great and all, but the problem is they stop being fun after about three hours of play. My body’s instincts would command me to play with toys again the next day, making them fun once more, but it didn't feel great having my second life dictated by bratty hormones.
Having obeyed my body's command to play with toys for a good thirty minutes, I managed to crawl out of the top-floor suite while muttering things like, "Our Yong-hwan is such a good boy, isn't he~?" to myself.
I acted friendly toward the room maids and bodyguard sisters passing by, gifting them once-in-a-lifetime memories provided by a peerless pretty boy, and then followed my nose toward the most delicious scent.
It smelled incredible, but a group of bodyguard sisters was blocking the door. Normally, I wouldn't bother trying to get close, but an impossibly sweet fragrance was wafting from inside.
It was so potent that even other passersby stopped for a moment, looking toward the room with curiosity.
"Hi, Big Sisters!"
I started by acting friendly. Behind dark sunglasses, eyes of an indiscernible color glanced my way before ignoring me.
No, wait—they started stealing glances again. Right, there’s no way they wouldn't react to a peerless pretty boy acting cute.
"What are you sisters doing here~?"
I had to lay on the charm. If I could just get inside—or rather, if I could just get the person inside interested—getting through the door wouldn't be difficult.
"...You are not allowed to enter."
The way she restrained me with a suppressed voice showed she had a very strong sense of professional duty.
"But it smells so good inside!"
"Young Master... this area is currently being leased by the House of La Croix."
I knew it was a significant place, but hearing it was a Ducal family made me feel a bit intimidated.
I figured it might be some random noble, but a Ducal house—the highest rank below the Empress? It seemed like a good time to make a quick exit.
And yet, the smell coming from inside was ridiculously good. My mind was trying to resist, but my damn body was completely enchanted by the scent.
"What is going on?"
"My Lady, I apologize. I was in the middle of turning away someone whose identity couldn't be verified. I will remove him immediately."
Seeing how she apologized first and then explained the situation, this bodyguard sister was definitely an elite.
"Someone whose identity can't be verified... How interesting, little young master. Would you care to keep me company for a moment?"
The voice from inside grew closer, and suddenly, a big sister with golden ringlets appeared at the door. Or rather, it would be more accurate to say she stepped through a transparent, veil-like barrier that had been obscuring the interior.
She was a bit too young to be called a woman, yet too mature to be called a girl. Her stubborn-looking blue eyes looked down at me with interest.
She looked like the type of person it was best not to get involved with. If she were someone easy to handle like my mom or Camel, I’d run wild, but a Duchess’s daughter? Even Hindel would probably have trouble controlling her.
I didn't trust the abilities of a dragon who became a masturbation addict after a single round of irrumatio.
"I'm sorry! It just smelled so yummy..."
"Fufu, what a good boy. I shall share some snacks with you, so come inside."
I was fully prepared to run away, but my brain momentarily stalled when the long-haired ringlet sister grabbed my hand and pulled me along.
Actually, as the sweet scent grew even thicker, my body began following the ringlet sister of its own accord.
"What brings our little young master to this hotel?"
"I came with my mommy!"
Since it had come to this, it was better to build up some favor. If I just stood there stuttering with my mouth shut, whatever favor I had would vanish.
She was smiling with one eye slightly closed as if 'judging' me, so I decided I needed to get a bit 'serious' too.
"Thank you for inviting me to such a place. I have many shortcomings, so please look upon me kindly if I commit any discourtesy."
"You are... a very clever child."
A wonderful compliment.
"What does your mother do?"
"I heard she's in charge of public security."
If she wanted my mother's exact title or name, it would mean she was interested in me. If not, she was still just testing the waters.
"She does very noble work. Here, eat. It is difficult to find Royal Jelly made by the 'Queen Bee'—a specialty of our fief—anywhere else."
This person was triggering my competitive spirit. You're telling me that even though I'm this cute, smart, and polite, she isn't going head-over-heels for me?
"Thank you for letting me eat something so precious, pretty sister."
"Ahem..."
As the Young Lady of the Duchy cleared her throat and looked away after I complimented her looks, I started to feel a bit better.
"Everyone, please leave us. Our little young master seems uncomfortable."
"But, My Lady..."
"Do I have to say it twice?"
At the sight of the ringlet-haired noble lady 'requesting' with a gentle smile, the bodyguards filed out of the room in a swarm.
What on earth is she planning to talk about now that we're alone...?
Once she confirmed all the guards were gone, the ringlet sister slid her chair back slightly.
"Come here."
Then, she patted her lap.
"...?"
"Big sister gave you something yummy, didn't she? I said, come here."
She patted her lap again.
Unlike me, who expected to engage in a battle of wits with a noble lady—discussing swordsmanship or probing each other's backgrounds to gauge our respective values—my golden ringlet sister just patted her lap once more.
"If you keep acting like this, I won't give you any more sweets."
I hadn't even touched the sweets yet. I should have eaten them the moment she offered. I trudged over to her, and she grabbed me by the waist, lifted me up, and sat me on her lap.
I wondered if my brain had finally short-circuited, or if this charismatic villainess sister had just decided to start acting however she pleased. Well, I suppose villainesses are supposed to be selfish...
"So cute~! Do you want more? Hmm? This one is delicious too, so try it. Don't force yourself to be so polite. Just be comfortable. Relax."
I munched on the sweets while trying to make sense of the situation. For now, since the Young Lady of the Duchy had lowered her mental age by at least ten years, it was only polite for me to act my age as well.
"It's yummy!"
"Isn't it? Right? Fufu, you're so adorable. Do you want to be my little brother? Hmm?"
The villainess sister, looking absolutely delighted, began kneading my cheeks. I had been through so much with perverted aunts who were always touching my crotch or squeezing my butt that this was actually quite cute in comparison.
"Yeah! I want to! I'll be your little brother!"
"Kyaa~! You're just too cute!"
I wished she wouldn't hug me or touch my face while I was eating, but I decided to forgive her because the sweets—which smelled like the very scent that had been brainwashing me—melted in my mouth.
"What's your name, little one? How old are you? Why are you at the hotel? Do you live here? Or in another city?"
It seemed this was the true personality of the House of La Croix's villainess. She must have been putting on an act to save face while the guards were around.
I answered her barrage of questions one by one.
"So your sister is taking the Academy entrance exam... How interesting."
"Is Big Sister La Croix taking the exam too?"
"Well, it's more for confirmation. I do plan on entering."
The fact that she said she "planned on entering" rather than "taking the exam" showed immense confidence. She might be entering through one of the special tracks Camel mentioned.
"Are you good at studying, Big Sister?"
"Yes, I'm quite good. I'm known as one of the top talents in the Empire. I'm sure I'm much better than your sister."
Slowly, very slowly, she was returning to the formal persona she had shown at first. I wondered if I should match her tone, but I decided to stick with the "cute kid" act since it seemed more effective.
"Nuh-uh! My sister is way better at studying!"
"Fufufu, I suppose you'd think so. But the result won't change."
The ringlet lady lightly tickled my chin and tilted my head up.
My head brushed against her chest. Her breasts were larger than I expected. And as someone who is truly dedicated to vulgar tits, I could instinctively tell that, unlike Iris, hers would continue to grow very well in the future.
"No! My sister is gonna do waaaay better!"
"Fine, fine. I shall remember your sister's name. What is it?"
"Iris!"
Iris. Iris. The ringlet sister muttered the name a few times and then nodded.