Chapter 77: The Simp Cries "Man-Man!"
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 77: The Simp Cries "Man-Man!"
“Since we decided to sleep together tonight, make sure you’re waiting in the room wearing that cow bikini.”
Camel swallowed hard. She looked like she wanted to know if I was playing with her while knowing everything, or if I just enjoyed taking the lead while milking her, but she didn't seem to realize that none of that mattered anymore.
I felt like I could probably go as far as using my fingers today.
“You should answer, shouldn't you?”
I asked, grabbing Camel’s small horns and gently tilting her head up.
“Ugh… Ye-yes….”
I was quite satisfied with the sight of this female cow acting like a proper, submissive girl. When I let go of her horns, Camel wrapped herself tightly in a towel and scurried off toward the lodging, her pace quickening as she fled.
Compared to our first meeting, where she confidently lectured me as an educator on how men should be raised, she seemed to have been quite thoroughly "normalized."
The way she kept stealing glances back at me while walking away was cute, but I made an effort not to show it and remained expressionless.
“Where did everyone go~?”
Mom arrived, carrying a limp Grasha under her arm. Beside her, Hindel was carrying toys that looked like tools for building sandcastles.
“They all said they were going in to rest! I offered to rub oil on everyone, but they all left!”
“...Did the aunties ask you to do that?”
True to her profession as a police officer, Mom started to get a bit suspicious. I shook my head vigorously.
“I said I wanted to try rubbing it on them, so they let me! It’s slippery and really fun!”
“Really? Then I guess Mom should have our Yong-hwan rub some on her too~?”
Mom lay down right on the sunbed where Camel had been spraying breast milk just moments ago. Seeing my immature mom making such strange demands of her son, I had no choice but to slather my hands with lukewarm oil and apply it haphazardly.
“Hehe, our Yong-hwan is already rubbing oil on his mom~.”
“Yep! I’ll do it every day! Since Mom works so hard! Here, you’re all knotted up right here~!”
Thinking I should take this chance to be a good son, I kneaded Mom’s shoulders. She let out soft groans of delight, but I found myself having to suppress the tension in my lower body.
An Elf mom who makes her own son horny is truly the worst. Still, since I was putting in the labor, I decided to take a little reward. I kneaded her buttocks a few times and felt the firm muscles of her inner thighs to satisfy myself before giving her rear a playful slap.
Smack!
“Done!”
“Do the front too~!”
My greedy, perverted mom kept making additional demands. Did she have any idea how expensive my time was? She was trying to get all this labor for free. As she quickly flipped over, I gave her chest a slap.
Smack!
Those bouncing breasts were truly unfair. Does this woman even know how hard I’m doing Papakatsu just to save her from Hindel’s clutches?
“Done!”
“Can’t you do the front too~? Please~? Pretty please~?”
It was a hassle. I tried to get away, but I couldn't win against her when she grabbed my wrist and looked up at me with teary eyes.
When I nodded, Mom rolled over and presented her obscenely attractive body to me, completely defenseless.
Even though she worked a desk job, she never neglected her swordsmanship training. Unlike her big, plush booty that looked so generous from behind, her abs were sharply defined. Reciting the Heart Sutra from my past life was useless against this.
“Mom’s still got it, right~? See~? My abs are still firm, aren't they~?”
I seriously began to wonder if I should teach this clueless, crazy mother exactly what happens when you provoke a male.
“Hindel is firmer!”
“That girl is a dragon….”
Trying not to overthink it, I poured more oil onto my hands and rubbed it randomly over her chest, lower abdomen, and thighs. She squirmed occasionally, perhaps because it tickled, and my hand almost slipped between her groins, but I managed to hold back.
“Hng… Ah… There, please do more around there~!”
“Do it yourself, Mom! I’m going to play with Sis!”
I escaped from the perverted mom who kept lowering her body while I was gently massaging her inner thighs, practically begging me to touch the dangerous parts.
“Iris! Big Sis Iris!”
I ran toward the bunny-eared girl I saw in the distance. If I stayed there any longer, I was going to turn from a coward into a full-blown incest enthusiast.
Damn that Elf mom, getting sexier by the day. Anyway, seeing Iris look like she was about to back away, I intentionally tumbled a couple of times in the sand. At that, the "Iris Coin"—which I thought had been delisted from the market—flinched and started trending upward again.
“...Are you hurt?”
“Nope! I’m fine because you’re here, Sis!”
Iris let out a long sigh and ran her fingers through her waist-length straight hair, pushing it back. I hadn't seen her in only a few months, but seeing my sister return having grown so much it felt like years had passed made my heart race.
Aside from her small chest, the way she tempted me with those sharp eyes—despite being a rabbit girl—was nothing short of spiteful. If I didn't make this coin moon and drag her to bed, I’d probably die of a stomachache from the missed opportunity.
“...Don’t come too close to me.”
“Why? Do you hate me, Sis?”
“It’s not that I hate you…. No, never mind. Just for the time being.”
What on earth happened at the Academy to make our sweet Iris—who used to suffer from a terminal case of "I love my brother so much I might die"—discard me like this?
My lower half hardened at the thought of taking thorough revenge on that King Milk Cow brat.
“You never call me, so I have to ask Ophelia… Did I do something wrong?”
“Of course you di— No, no. No. Our Yong-hwan didn't do anything wrong. I’m the bad one.”
The fact that it almost slipped out the moment I asked meant I did do something wrong, but I couldn't think of anything in particular.
“I’ll give you my Alpha Tyranno, so can’t you forgive me?”
“It’s not about that….”
Sis looked flustered. She was clearly still sulking about the fact that we almost went to a lawsuit over that Alpha Tyranno. Seeing that she was still a child at heart despite her physical growth made me feel a bit relieved.
“I’ll even let you borrow my Green Brachiosaurus Beta XII S2! Don’t hate me!”
Iris stared at me in silence for a moment before suddenly pulling me into a hug.
“I’m sorry…. I’m sorry for being a bad sister….”
I lightly rubbed Iris’s back as she spoke with a sobbing tone. To apologize over something like this—she was far too fragile. I wondered if she could even survive in this harsh world with such a tender heart; I might have to re-evaluate the Iris Coin.
“Then will you play beach volleyball with me?”
“...Yes.”
“Will you wear a swimsuit while we play?”
“...Huh?”
“Will you?”
“...Fine.”
Unlike the perverts who were practically female in spirit, Sis’s swimsuit was a plain school-style one that felt a bit modest. Still, it had a pure vibe to it, so I liked that I didn't feel embarrassed playing with her.
Compared to slingshots, micro-bikinis, and things that were more scraps of fabric than swimsuits, she was practically an angel.
“I heard you can use mana now? I won’t use mana, so give it a try.”
“...It might be tough for you.”
Sis gave a relaxed smile and lightly tossed the ball up.
“I’ve learned a lot from Hindel, you know?”
The ball went up.
“You’re the one who shouldn't be carele—?”
The ball kept going up.
“Uh…?”
It kept rising.
As the ball soared several meters into the air, Sis leaped up after it.
“...?”
I thought you said you weren't using mana?
Then, the ball slammed into the ground. A huge crater opened in the sand. Technically, it was only about the size of an adult man’s head, but the destructive power was nothing to scoff at.
“You really didn't use mana?”
“So, can you do it?”
“...I surrender.”
I immediately raised both hands.
I was glad to realize the Iris Coin hadn't been delisted, but this was… how should I put it? We were different species.
“Iris is a beastkin, so she’s naturally strong.”
Tiria, the Angel in a micro-bikini who had been giggling nearby, hugged her knees and comforted me as I felt the wall between our races.
As I watched Iris having a great time playing beach volleyball with Alicia, Morian, and Mom, I felt a pang of sorrow. Why was I born as an Elf who had nothing going for him but good looks, instead of a race better suited for being a breeding machine?
“There, there, cheer up. I have to go play over there now. If the moms look for me, tell them I went somewhere else, okay?”
Tiria—the exhibitionist Prosecutor (job) and Angel (race) whose areolas were fully visible thanks to her micro-bikini—pointed toward the forest area with a beach attached to the floating high-rise hotel I had wanted to visit.
“Tiria, can’t you stay with me~?”
“I’ll stay with you when our Yong-hwan grows up a little more!”
This damn simp was heading out again to hunt for men.
“What’s this? I told you to watch the kid, so where are you going now?”
“There are no men here since it’s a private beach. I’m going over there to find a healthy, cute boy.”
“Good grief, there she goes again. Just can't stop her bullshit.”
Alicia looked at Tiria with a fed-up expression, but our Angel just walked briskly toward the hotel with a confident face.
“...Is Tiria popular?”
“If she keeps her mouth shut and stays still, she’s very popular.”
Which meant she wasn't popular because she never shut up and went around sexually harassing people. Alicia clicked her tongue as she watched Tiria walk away.
“Mom~! Tiria said she’s going over there to play!”
I immediately snitched to Mom.
“Don’t worry. She’s so unpopular she’ll be back by the day after tomorrow anyway. She’ll probably lie and say she seduced a ton of guys, though.”
Mom, who had come over with Alicia to get some water, answered.
“By the way, Alicia. That girl gets so many reports for sexual harassment, why hasn't she been disciplined?”
Alicia let out a long sigh.
“My mom says she likes her. She’s managing Tiria’s career because she wants to raise her well and use her when it counts.”
“Your mom is something else too…”
“Is it just my mom? From Commander Degrain to Morian, even you guys let her slide!”
Mom looked away. I think I finally understood why, among Mom’s friends, "a bitch like Tiria" was a worse insult than calling someone’s mother a whore.