Chapter 81: This Setup Looks Familiar.
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 81: This Setup Looks Familiar.
“Iris, that girl ate her fill and vanished again.”
Mom let out a long sigh as she stared at the empty seat.
“You used to give Master just as much grief when you were young. This is just karma. That time you snuck off to Earth was the real deal,” Morian said, nudging a bottle of booze the size of a medicine jar with her fingertip. Her clothes were loosened just enough to catch a glimpse of her areolas.
“I was confident I wouldn't get beaten up no matter where I went.”
“Compared to you back then, Iris is practically an angel,” Camel chuckled, tying her hair into a ponytail. I caught a glimpse of a single bead of sweat trickling down her white nape.
“Don’t you remember getting caught stealing Master’s booze and getting thrashed for it?”
“...We all got thrashed together, you idiot,” Morian snapped, glaring at Camel as if she were absurd.
“Save the trip down memory lane for when I’m not around. I’m starting to feel left out. So, tell me—what exactly did you do on Earth?”
“It was pretty famous. Does the General Political Bureau really have no records on it?”
“Your Master was the person of interest. As for the disciples...”
Alicia shook her head at Camel’s question.
“So you do have records now?”
“Of course we do, Morian, you dimwit. For high-ranking civil servants, we have data on everyone from relatives to acquaintances.”
“...That’s a bit unsettling.”
“Do you think the United Kingdom doesn’t have files on me or Hindel? I find it unsettling too.”
As Mom voiced her complaints, Alicia let out an annoyed sigh of her own.
“I want to hear what Mom did on Earth!”
“Can I tell him, Ame?”
“Say one more word, and only one of us is walking out of this room alive tonight.”
Mom growled at Morian’s suggestion. For a moment, the air in the room turned so frigid with overwhelming bloodlust that I let out an involuntary hiccup.
“Calm down, Ame. You’re frightening our son. As for Grasha... she’s sleeping soundly.”
Hindel patted my back, and a warm energy surged through my body, calming me down. I had almost pissed myself from that sudden burst of killing intent, yet the youngest brat was sleeping peacefully through it all.
That girl was definitely going to grow up to be something else.
It seemed like there was a lot I needed to hear from Camel today. More importantly, this felt like the perfect time to tease Mom.
“Grandma is a war hero, but Mom is just a drifter? How pathetic! You’re a total loser!”
“W-Wait...! Y-Yong-hwan...!”
“Loser! Stupid! Dummy! All you have are big boobs! And a big butt! Idiot! Weakling!”
Mom’s green eyes trembled. She looked like she desperately wanted to defend herself against her young son’s accusations, but she couldn't find the words—likely because of whatever dark past she was hiding.
“...!”
I saw Yuseoha’s eyes sparkle. I got a bad feeling that she’d try to make me act out some 'son disciplining his mom' roleplay later.
“Mom is strong, though? Mom is on the side of justice, right? Right? Mom is super strong...?”
The elf mama, who tempted me every day with her lewd body, crawled toward me on all fours, her massive breasts swaying as she approached.
“Mom is just a pathetic prosecutor who even loses on Earth!”
“Ugh...! S-Still, comparing me to those Earthlings is...”
That comment seemed to really sting her pride.
“A loser weaker than Earthlings! You’re a bigger loser than Earth men!”
“You shouldn't use such mean words, Jeong Yong-hwan.”
Mom spoke with a serious face. This was getting a bit dangerous. I ducked behind Camel.
“Hey, why are you hiding behind me?!”
Camel stood up abruptly, trying to push me forward. In times like this, I had no choice. I did what I usually did to tame her: I grabbed her butt firmly and shoved my thumb deep into the valley of her cheeks.
“Ngh...! Y-You little...!”
Of course, it wasn't actual penetration. I was still far from being developed enough for that, and the King Milk Cow’s ass was simply too gargantuan.
“I’m sorry, please forgive me! Let’s have a make-up kiss!”
“...Ugh. You better not say things like that again, okay?”
Mom was so easy. I scurried back to her and gave her a soft kiss on the lips.
Mwah!
“Mom is still mad. I think I need a few more make-up kisses!”
Mwah. Smack. Mwah. Mwah.
“Hehe, M-Mom is still a little...”
Smack! Mwah! Mwah!
“Ngh... mmm... C-Can we do it just a bit more...? Ah...! J-Just a bit more! O-One more time!”
How tedious. I pushed Mom away as she tried to keep clinging to me.
The atmosphere felt strange. Unlike Mom, who was still clinging to me, everyone else was staring our way.
“It’s just a make-up kiss...”
I found myself making an excuse. Even though a mother and son kissing was perfectly 'common sense' here, the way they were looking at us was bizarre. It looked like they were all exchanging glances.
“Yeah, and I should give him his goodnight kiss early too...!”
“Stop bragging about your son and just drink. I went through a lot of trouble to get this rare stuff.”
“You know I don’t drink. Mmph... W-Wait...!”
Morian threw an arm around Mom’s shoulder and pressed the bottle she had been drinking from against Mom’s lips.
Unable to spit it out, Mom gulped down several mouthfuls of the forced alcohol, her face contorting in agony.
“Ugh... I don’t even like alcohol.”
“This is exactly the kind of occasion where one should drink. Here, have this too, Ame. It’s rare.”
Hindel pulled an expensive-looking glass bottle out of subspace and began pouring a full glass for Mom.
“Is everyone bringing out the good stuff? Then I’ll bring out the brandy I’ve been saving...”
“...What are you all even doing? I don’t have anything fancy like you guys, you know?”
Alicia and Camel started pouring even more drinks for Mom. It was almost cruel how Mom’s friends were relentlessly making her drink. Of course, they were drinking along with her.
“Ugh... I’m getting drunk.”
“The brandy smells great, doesn't it? Come on, cheers!”
One glass with Alicia.
“...It’s herbal liquor, so it’ll give you some energy tomorrow. Let’s drink.”
“S-Slow... d-down a bit...”
One glass with Camel.
“This liquor was made by mixing the inner core of a monster that lived on a moon. It will help with your future training.”
“Wait... ngh... stop... I-I’m already drunk...”
One glass with Hindel.
“When else are you going to drink if not now? This is vodka made from crops grown in the frozen lands. It’s sweet, right?”
“Ugh... it’s bitter... ahh... my head is spinning...”
One glass with Morian.
Glug, glug, glug...
And then there was Yuseoha, sneakily filling Mom’s glass with something from a purple bottle.
Mom, who was drinking four or five glasses for every one the others took, was soon stumbling. It felt like they were all working together to punish her for bragging about her son.
“S-Stop...”
“Just this one and we’re done. This is the last one.”
“Ngh... I-I really... c-can’t...”
“Down this glass and I’ll let you sleep. Come on. Drink.”
“Ugh... mmm...”
“You won’t have a hangover tomorrow. Drink up. Drink.”
After about eight rounds of this, Mom went limp. They had ruthlessly purged her with alcohol.
By the way, this setup looked very familiar. The memory was hazy, but a lingering scent of a certain trope gave me a strong sense of déjà vu.
“Is Ame asleep?”
“Looks like it.”
“She only drinks occasionally; this much will keep her out until tomorrow. Hmm... it’s not acute poisoning. She’s fine.”
It felt like Mom’s friends had been trying to send her to the ER with alcohol poisoning. The Dragon Lord leaned in, sniffed Mom’s mouth a few times, and gave the final diagnosis.
Mom was completely wasted and slumped over. With a flick of Hindel’s hand, a cushion-like object flew over and settled under Mom’s head, while Camel and Alicia laid her down.
“Is Mom dead?”
“No! No! She’s not dead. She’s just sleeping because she drank too fast!”
I’d said it jokingly, but Alicia turned dead serious and shook her head frantically.
“Won’t Mom catch a cold sleeping like that?”
“I’ll provide something to use as a blanket.”
At Hindel’s gesture, a incredibly soft-looking fur was draped over Mom. Grasha, waking up momentarily, rubbed her eyes and crawled in next to Mom to fall back asleep.
“Well then, our stomachs are full and our bodies are warming up. Shall we head to the hot springs?”
“Have a good time~!”
“Our son should come too. I’ll adjust the water temperature for you.”
Hindel tried to take me along. I didn't mind the occasional mixed bath, but enjoying a hot spring with all of them was impossible because all the blood would rush to my lower half.
“No, I want to sleep with Mom.”
Mom’s friends exchanged glances once again.
“Yong-hwan, is there anything you want?” Morian asked sweetly, approaching me.
“Nothing!”
“I will teach you how to defeat Im Su-yeon.”
“You tell me that every time, but I keep losing to her! You loser dragon! You scammer dragon!”
Hindel tried to trick me, but it wasn't going to work.
“That’s because that girl is nonsensically...”
“Cut the excuses. Can’t you just play with your big sisters? Please?”
Alicia began to beg me. I wondered if she’d snap out of it if I 'shot' inside her, but unfortunately, my seminal vesicles weren't functional yet, so I couldn't punish her that way.
“Then take me to Earth!”
Everyone looked at Hindel. Was it possible?
“I cannot. There is a high probability you would be influenced by bad elements if you went to Earth.”
“Then I’m sleeping with Mom!”
As I tried to go to Mom, Hindel blocked my path.
“...There might be an opportunity to take you next year. Or the year after that.”
The Commie Dragon carefully watched my reaction. She was a smart dragon who knew that negotiations were impossible with a brat if she couldn't give them what they wanted right away.
“Fine! You have to take me next year or the year after, for sure!”
Since I wasn't actually a brat, I could easily wait two years if it meant being taken somewhere I couldn't reach through normal means.
“Alright, alright, let’s go in. Let’s go.”
As Morian gently pushed my back toward the hot springs...
I finally realized the source of the déjà vu I’d felt earlier.
This...
This is exactly like that NTR manga trope where they get the husband to sleep so they can do 'things' to the wife.