Chapter 74: What Is Everyone Talking About?
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 74: What Is Everyone Talking About?
Everyone was starting to get a rough idea of the source. More importantly...
"Is Hindel Grandma's disciple too?"
"I'm her rival."
It seemed Grandma was stronger than I thought.
"Though she's never actually won," Mom added, prompting Hindel to click her tongue.
"A loser dragon who's never even beaten Grandma!"
"What?!"
Hindel's eyes went wide as she stared at me.
"A loser dragon who can't even beat Grandma! Weakling!"
"T-That's mean. Don't say things like that..."
Hindel looked at me with a conflicted expression, clearly wanting to get angry but unable to bring herself to snap at the person providing her with sugar daddy dating. It was fun to tease her, but I had to manage the situation; if she got too mad, she might toss Mom and me onto a bed for some mother-son 3P.
"I guess it can't be helped. I'll protect you! You weakling dragon!"
"Hmm... Then... may I ask that of you?"
It was honestly hilarious to see a dragon, of all things, wanting protection from someone.
Feeling like I'd smoothed things over enough, I went back to clinging to Yuseoha. Hindel reached out a hand with a look of utter desolation before letting it drop limply.
Playing with that dragon-head was always a treat.
Personally, I preferred playing with the various amenities on the airship rather than running around under the scorching sun, but because of Iris, I was forced to contend with Mother Nature.
Actually, to be precise, I had to crawl outside because of Grasha, who kept acting like, 'You're such a total loser, lol.'
Anyway, there was at least the enjoyment of seeing the older girls in their suggestive swimsuits on the beach.
"Yong-hwan, Yong-hwan, play with me? Please? I'll show you something cool."
"Shh. I'm building a sandcastle. Come help."
I happened to need Morian. I was building a sandcastle with Grasha, but the brat's handiwork was absolute garbage.
"H-How?"
"Freeze the parts where I put water. Keep them frozen!"
The purple-headed Snow Woman sister, wearing a black slingshot bikini that left her areolas practically on display, crouched down beside me and helped build a castle made of a mixture of ice and sand.
"Hey...! Don't freeze it too much! It'll expand and ruin the shape!"
"I-I'm sorry..."
As Morian apologized, I gestured to the vampire who was watching us from under a parasol.
"Come over here and help!"
"I don't really find this kind of trivial stuff fun..."
Despite her grumbling, the vampire sister came running over like a puppy the moment I called. I made my demands boldly.
"What are you talking about? Build the frame for the sandcastle! You said you're an engineer!"
"No, I'm into magitech, not civil engin—"
"Then I don't need you. Go!"
"Go!"
Grasha mimicked me, trying to shoo Alicia away.
"I can do it! I can do it!"
The perverted vampire sister, who clearly had masochistic tendencies, was wearing a white swimsuit with layers of lace that looked quite girlish despite her desire to show off her decent-sized chest. She racked her brain and began roughly constructing a frame using the ice rods Morian had made.
"What's so fun about this anyway?"
Camel, who was wearing a cow-print bikini, looked pouted because I wasn't paying attention to her...?
Wait.
"...What are you looking at?"
With a face flushed deep red, Camel slightly covered her massive tits with her arms. I doubted those slender arms could even hide her areolas, but the generous amount of fabric was doing a decent job. I had to admit, the visual impact was quite destructive.
"Perverted brat..."
I let out a hollow laugh at the sight of Camel hovering around me, clearly desperate for attention. Ignoring her, I continued building the sandcastle with Grasha, while Morian and Alicia began to help in earnest.
As expected, when you mix engineering with magic, a plausible sandcastle is easily made. I don't know how people lived without magic in my past life.
Camel tried to sneak over and stand next to me, but since Alicia and Morian were already glued to my side, there was no room. She ended up sitting next to Grasha, staring intently at me.
I intentionally ignored the gaze of that annoying milk cow.
"Everyone, let's eat meat! Hurry up, my little piggies!"
Mom waved a pair of tongs. Yuseoha, who had nothing but a flat chest but a respectable enough backside, was the first to run toward Mom. Seeing that, everyone else started to swarm over.
I lightly grabbed the hand of the cow sister who seemed to crave my attention.
"Do you have something to say?"
"That outfit looks great on you. You're pretty. Let's play lots of milking games at the inn today, okay, Camel?"
"Ahem..."
Since she had satisfied my aesthetic standards, I felt I should give her a reward today. Camel's pale violet eyes quivered. Giving a small fake cough, she ran off, and I watched her backside as she retreated.
Judging by the way her hips swayed left and right, she seemed to be full of anticipation.
Tonight, I'd have to give her some training with a bit of milking and spanking.
"Son, hurry up. It's delicious."
Hindel, who was grilling meat next to Mom, called out to me.
***
"...What's that smell?"
While I was happily tearing into the meat Mom gave me, Alicia frowned and looked around. I didn't know where they'd gotten such good charcoal, but there was no smell of burning—only the aroma of grilled meat. Being a vampire, maybe her nose was just acting up.
"...I'm going to the bathroom."
Camel covered her chest and hurried away.
"Eh? Is she lactating?"
"Suddenly? It's not even heat season."
Alicia and Morian chatted as they watched the retreating back of the milk cow.
"What's a heat season?"
"Kids don't need to know!"
The slender vampire with the big butt was trying to suppress my intellectual curiosity. Avoiding Alicia as she tried to sneak up beside me, I went over to the purple-headed proprietress.
"Morian, Morian, what's a heat season?"
"Ugh... I-It's nothing much."
This woman was capable and rational, but she seemed particularly weak at times like this.
"Hmm? What's a heat season~?"
I wrapped my arms around Morian's waist and looked up at her. Seeing her face turn bright red, looking like she didn't know what to do, was adorable.
"Tell me, tell me."
I slowly moved my hands to stroke her lower abdomen. Lately, I'd been getting used to portio stimulation massages through the dragon, so when I pressed gently, Morian's body trembled.
"A heat season refers to a time when the urge to reproduce becomes overwhelming."
While I was playing with Morian, the clueless dragon-head cut in, grabbing my hand. Then she moved my hand to her own lower abdomen.
"When the urge to reproduce becomes overwhelming?"
"It means when you're ready to make a baby."
Mom spoke up as she brought over a plate piled with meat. Morian was crouched down, letting out soft moans as her body quivered; it looked like she was past the point of being teased.
"Then when is Mom's heat season~?"
"Elves don't have cycles like that. Usually, it's the beastkin types~ Why~?"
"Because! I want to make a baby with Mom!"
I teased Mom with a smile, putting on my most innocent face.
—Pffft!
Tiria, the useless glutton who was doing nothing but eating meat next to us, spat out the beer she was drinking.
"Hehe, once our Yong-hwan grows up a bit more~ I'll make one with you!"
Mom's reaction was strange. The other women looked at Mom with aghast expressions, and the Angel (she says she's an angel, but I don't know where she hid her wings) frowned at her.
"You crazy bitch..."
"Let's just eat. Eat the meat."
As the atmosphere turned cold, Alicia hurriedly changed the subject. My mom was no pushover. Usually, in this situation, a woman should be embarrassed, saying things like, 'No...!' or 'T-That's... well...' but this lady was truly formidable.
Unlike my friends who were easy to tease, if I tried to play with her, I felt like I'd be the one getting beaten until I cried.
"Eat a lot and grow big, Yong-hwan~!"
"Okay!"
I was starting to get full, but meat was being piled aggressively onto my plate. It was incredibly greasy, and I really needed some kimchi, but it was sad that I couldn't find any in this world.
"You have to grow big enough to completely pin me down!!"
"Okay!"
Alicia sneakily moved the vegetables from her plate to mine. For someone her age, her pickiness with food was no different from a child's.
"I, I want you to be able to... lift me right up...!"
"I'll lift you with one hand!"
Morian made a strange request, but that much wasn't hard. If I reinforced my body with mana, I could already bench-press the weight of my pet dark elf, Lisar!
I saw Camel returning from the bathroom after presumably draining some milk.
"What. Why."
"Camel, how do you want me to grow up?"
"...I think it's fine as long as you grow up just like you are now."
The way she answered while pressing her thighs together was incredibly suggestive. That damn bitch... no, that damn cow. Tonight, I'd have to make her get on all fours and milk her like a dairy cow.
"Hindel, how do you want me to grow up?"
"...A head taller than me."
Hindel was on the tall side, so being a head taller would make me quite tall even among men. Well, that was the height I wanted anyway, so that sounded fine.
"And I'd like you to have a fair amount of muscle."
"...?"
Her requests were getting a bit long. Was it because she was a lizard instead of a human?
"And specifically, I'd like you to be big enough to cover my entire body so I can't move when we're lying down."
"...?"
Wait.
"And I want your palms to be big. I want your fingers to be thick, too."
This dragon...
"Since you have the Fire Carp core, the size should be..."
—Slap!
"Stop talking nonsense and just grill the meat!"
Mom slapped Hindel on the back and handed her the tongs. Hindel looked like she wanted to say more, but I ignored her.
"...What is wrong with these people?"
The angel-slash-prosecutor sister, who had almost no connection to me, shook her head as she looked around at her friends in disbelief.
For the record, she was wearing a white micro-bikini that matched her hair color. The fact that she was a "simp" who planned to go to the opposite shore after eating to find a man always commanded my admiration.
Though, according to the information I'd gathered from the other sisters, her success rate at picking up men was exactly 0%.