Chapter 78: Sisters Who Are Easier at the Sea
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 78: Sisters Who Are Easier at the Sea
All I wanted was to just go, scavenge whatever food was there, and enjoy some no-strings-attached pleasure. But these sisters—who talk a big game about men despite never having even tasted a male—were making a huge fuss, babbling some bullshit about the "vibe of camping" while grilling meat themselves.
Of course, as a man, I didn't do things like grill meat or lift heavy objects. But compared to my ideal of slicing into a steak in a place with a cool air-conditioned breeze, eating food grilled at a campsite was nothing short of a chore.
If we were dating, I’d grumble a bit while selling them some lines like, “Oh, honey, you look so cool~” but my relationship with these women was beyond a simple "some" phase. Lately, we were closer to "secret friends," meaning I could comfortably tell them I was in a bad mood if I felt like it.
“Yong-hwan, try this.”
Despite sweating quite a bit, the Snow Woman sister, whose body remained cold, pressed close to me and tried to feed me seafood she had grilled herself.
She had blown on it until it was completely cool, so there was no risk of burning my tongue. I stuck my tongue out far and licked the abalone.
“Mmm… lick… slurp… lick….”
“Wa-waoh….”
Morian’s face turned bright red, and her hands trembled; it seemed I’d given her enough fan service. She sat there with her thighs pressed tightly together, looking like she didn't know what to do with herself. It was cute, but I didn't let it show.
“It’s a bit salty.”
“I-Is it…? T-Then… I-I’ll bring something else!”
The perverted exhibitionist sister quickly snatched up the abalone I had licked and sucked on a few times and tossed it into her own mouth. She really was a total loser.
Aside from the cool side she showed occasionally or when she gave off that suggestive, erotic vibe, the way she usually acted was… well, she was a truly impressive person in her own way.
It was a sad state of affairs.
Still, I owed them for a few things, so giving them some service wasn't a bad idea. Everyone was spending their time leisurely, grilling as much as they needed, taking walks, or just lying around.
The sisters, desperate for my attention, kept bringing me various foods. But after I played hard to get a few times, saying I was full, they stopped pestering me with food offerings.
“Aren’t you hungry? I grilled some sausages….”
This time, it was the Vampire’s turn. I immediately snatched the sausage she had grilled so lewdly. The fact that she brought it on a wooden skewer made her look like a total pervert.
“Ah…! I-I’ll feed you!”
“No, you grilled it. And I’m full right now. You eat it, Sister. Here, say ‘ah’~!”
The perverted slender Vampire sister’s eyes fluttered.
“Why aren’t you eating? Alicia?”
“N-No… that spot is… how should I put it? It’s a bit strange?”
Perhaps the problem was that I was holding the tip of the stick against her lower abdomen—not her groin, but close enough—and telling her to eat the sausage. Alicia cleared her throat softly, avoiding my gaze.
“Just suck on it already. Stop making excuses.”
At my command, Alicia flinched. She scanned the surroundings to make sure no one was watching, then finally got down on all fours and took the sausage into her mouth.
“Good girl. Suck it well. Don't chew.”
This perverted masochistic bitch-in-training, a third-generation chaebol sister, had no intention of hiding her perverted tendencies from me. No, if anything, she seemed to want to reveal them actively to turn me into a sadist.
Of course, having been born to a mother who was a naturally lewd elf, I did have a soft sadistic streak in me. It was a bit heartbreaking to realize that I actually found enjoyment in these unwholesome games.
“Is it tasty?”
Alicia swallowed hard with the sausage still in her mouth and looked up at me with her red eyes.
“....”
Because I had set the stage so thoroughly, she was playing along as if possessed, just like usual. Yet, she would occasionally do something ridiculous like look away, as if she were feeling some non-existent pang of conscience.
“Answer me.”
“I-It’s delicious….”
I stroked Alicia’s hair and then shoved the sausage deep into her throat. Her body jolted as if in pain, but she just stayed there dazed, not knowing what to do. After I repeated the motion a few more times, she let out a few gagging sounds.
“Now, you should eat it properly, Alicia.”
I pulled the sausage out from her throat and waved it lightly in front of her face for her to see. I playfully stuck out my tongue and gave the saliva-covered sausage a light lick before putting it back in her mouth.
Leaving Alicia there, unable to do anything with the sausage in her mouth, I lightly patted her head and walked toward Hindel and Mom, who were slowly making their way back from afar.
“Mom~ what were you doing with Hindel~?”
“We went on a date.”
“Stop talking nonsense. You know that place Mom went for her business trip? We were just talking about things related to that for a bit.”
I was glad she hadn't gone off to some secluded spot to rub lower bodies with the perverted dragon who demanded I be both her "Papa" and her son.
“Are you bored~? Should we go back to the room and play~?”
“No, I have to play with Hindel! Can I take Hindel with me?”
“Pfft… she says you have to play with her. What do you think, Mr. Dragon?”
Mom asked, poking Hindel in the side. She seemed to find the situation quite innocent.
To play with our dragon, I had to act as her Papa and develop her erogenous zones; I was busy as hell, yet Mom treated it like child’s play.
“...It is true that he plays with me.”
At Hindel’s response, Mom’s green eyes widened in surprise.
“That’s unexpected. I didn't think you were capable of saying something like that.”
It seemed Mom was deeply misunderstanding again. That red-headed dragon-brain was simply stating a fact; she wasn't playing along with some "I'm playing with him out of the goodness of my heart" nonsense.
“You’ve become a bit cooler.”
Mom glanced at Hindel, a soft atmosphere radiating from her.
“...Is that so. If it is a good change, then I am glad.”
The dragon-brain, lacking any tact, started creating a heartwarming atmosphere with someone else’s mother.
Her only son was out here selling his body and soul, working as a male escort to make sure his mom didn't get devoured by a vicious demonic dragon, and she was betraying me so easily.
“...Hindel, come with me.”
I grabbed the wrist of the perverted lesbian dragon who was clearly thinking about devouring my mother and pulled her away.
“W-Wait a moment…. I want to talk to Ame a bit more….”
“Follow me! Play with me!”
Hindel flinched at the word "play" and began to follow me silently, exactly as I led her.
I hadn't even had a bite yet; there was no way I was giving any to this perverted dragon. I pulled her toward a long, secluded bench without a word. Hindel looked down at me with a face full of tension.
“We play often enough…. You do not have to do this….”
“Is that any way to talk to Papa, Hindel?”
Her red eyes widened like saucers, then settled back down, flickering with a strange sense of joy.
“I’m sorry….”
It seemed the Dragon Lord was ready to listen to me obediently. I guess I’d have to sell my body again today for Mom’s sake.
“Right, Hindel. We’re at the sea with Papa. Is there anything you want to do?”
“Hindel likes anything as long as she’s with Papa~!”
Fortunately, this crazy dragon didn't use baby talk to act spoiled. Though her voice was pitched a bit higher than usual!
“Right, Hindel. I guess I’ll have to tell you you’re a ‘good girl’ today too, huh?”
The dragon sister’s body trembled.
“Where should I tell you you’re a ‘good girl’?”
Her red eyes began to shake like a leaf. What a perverted dragon. The reason I couldn't live a normal life was that being broken by these perverted sisters was my daily routine.
“M-My belly… tell my belly I’m a good girl….”
What a perverted dragon. You all need to realize that it’s because of this Yonggary that I’ve become an expert in portio development.
Otherwise, people might mistakenly think I have some legendary past of being a master at developing erogenous zones.
“What kind of good deeds did Hindel do this time?”
“T-That is… I sent children to do volunteer work. And I donated a lot. And…. Hic!?”
—Slap!
I roughly slapped the area below Hindel’s navel with my palm. Dragons are naturally sturdy, and since my hand hurting would only serve to induce shame anyway, I could hit her without holding back.
“Did you get along well with your friends?”
“Yes…. I agreed to sell some shares to Camel at a reasonable price…. A-And I helped Ame with her work. A-And… I promised to help Morian create a new platform….”
Tap. Tap. Tap. I lightly patted Hindel’s lower abdomen. While listening to the Dragon Lord’s report of her good deeds toward the "friends" I had approved of, she let out pleasant moans.
I didn't really understand the details even when I heard them, so it was enough to know that things were proceeding in a friendly manner.
“Hindel is such a good girl, isn't she?”
“Yes, H-Hindel… is a good girl… so… t-tell me… I’m a good girl….”
I was training her well, but she was still a crazy dragon who could snap at any moment. I had to keep patting the center of her lower abdomen—the spot they call the "womb-thumping" zone—while whispering things like, “I like good girls,” playing with her until Liquid Dragon Breath started leaking from between her thighs.