Chapter 93: Society Seems Like a Scary Place!
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 93: Society Seems Like a Scary Place!
When I entered the hot spring ryokan, the sisters dressed in Oriental-style clothing explained—with quite a bit of tact—that everyone else had gone to enjoy the various amenities the hotel offered.
This place had the perfect atmosphere for an affair, but compared to the spa buildings attached to the floating high-rise hotels, the so-called "amenities" here were practically non-existent.
Yuseoha-ssi said she wasn't feeling well and needed to rest, then headed to her room. In my estimation, she was probably going to spend a long time masturbating, so I didn't bother trying to stop her.
First, I sent a text to the King Milk Cow who had run away.
『That was super fun, right? Let’s play again next time, Camel Noona!』
I saw that she read the message immediately, but no reply came back.
Perhaps because I’d spent nearly half the day roaming around under the sea, I was exhausted, and my eyes kept fluttering shut. I grabbed a noona passing by in a hanbok.
“Young Master, how can I help you?”
“I’m sleepy…”
“Pardon?”
“Give me a piggyback ride.”
The Hanbok Sister blinked as if she didn't quite understand, then crouched down to make it easy for me to hop on.
“Goodnight, pretty noona.”
“...A-ah, understood.”
The positioning was a bit awkward, and I could feel her hands supporting my butt, but I was too tired to care and just closed my eyes. By the way, this lady was really kneading my cheeks.
***
When I opened my eyes again, the first thing I saw was a group of sisters I’d never seen before, all staring at me. For a split second, I wondered if I’d been kidnapped and was being human-trafficked, but seeing how they were all dressed in various mismatched Oriental styles, that didn't seem to be the case.
Given that there were even traditional Southeast Asian outfits in the mix, it looked like the Greater East Asia Co-Prosperity Sphere had been realized right here.
“He’s awake!”
“Really? Wow, wow, he looks like he’s still half-asleep!”
“Whoa, he’s seriously cute. Like a doll!”
The noonas were huddled around me, appraising me. Honestly, rather than "cute," I would have preferred them to hype me up with words like "looks like he’d be great at getting someone pregnant," "so masculine," or "SSS-Rank," but unfortunately, none of that came up.
“Young Master, are you awake?”
“I’m sleepy…”
To truly wake me up, I needed a pair of god-tier milk jugs or a butt that was just begging to be smacked. Unfortunately, the chests of the sisters here weren't enough to rouse me.
Especially not for someone like me, who was being raised by an elf mama named Ame Cal Degrain—a woman determined to turn her son into a brave and fearless member of the Incest Squad—and whose standards were set by women slightly larger or smaller than Alicia!
Seeing that I wasn't fully awake, the noonas began to cautiously poke my cheeks with their fingertips. When I lazily turned my head away to avoid them, a chorus of annoying squeals erupted.
“Did they say this is the one who’s going to be the future husband of the next Marchioness?”
“Isn't that just another rumor? Last time, too...”
“Ah, you mean the one who was being raised so well, only to be snatched away by a relative?”
The sisters were discussing something interesting. Since they were Alicia’s employees, they were likely talking about her.
“I heard she claimed she released him because he was a male who didn't meet her standards.”
“Who knows if her standards are just that high, or if he really was stolen from her.”
To think Alicia had suffered the pain of NTR; I felt like I should comfort her. But then I remembered hearing this story from Alicia before.
Something about how she’d caught a young boy and tried to raise him to her tastes, but it didn't work out and she was sad... I didn't care enough about Alicia to remember such trivial details, so it had barely stuck in my mind.
I kept my eyes closed, figuring they’d keep talking about interesting things.
“Do you guys know who the people who came with him are?”
“Aren't they just Lady Alicia’s friends?”
“No, no, I know for a fact. That red-haired beauty? That was definitely Hindel Dun Vurdia.”
“Eh?!”
I wondered if these people were even fit for the service industry, considering how incompetent they were. In this business, you’re supposed to embrace and understand everything about the people you serve—their names, backgrounds, ideologies. To have spent the whole day not even knowing who they were serving was pathetic.
“Aren't we going to get slaughtered if we slip up?”
“And the one they call Morian? I think that’s Lady Morian Siador.”
“Wait, why would someone like that be here? I thought this place had a good reputation. Are they planning a massive restructuring?”
We just came here to play, but these sisters were starting to write a whole thriller novel in their heads.
“Then who’s that blonde elf?”
“Maybe Rune Cal Degrain? She’s famous for being Lady Hindel’s rival.”
“My god, that psychopathic mass murderer...”
I didn't know why my maternal grandmother’s name was being brought up, but I decided to just roll with it.
“No, I heard it when I was serving them. Lady Alicia and the others called her Ame. She’s probably that monster’s daughter.”
“...Should I ask Lady Alicia to transfer me somewhere else? This place feels really dangerous.”
The Oriental-style sisters were trembling in fear. They were all just a bunch of unremarkable perverts, but seeing them scared was actually a little cute.
“If not here, where else would mixed-bloods like us go? Aren't you all here because you couldn't get into the Earth Colony?”
A noona in a cheongsam with a very nice leg line delivered a cowardly fact-bomb. The atmosphere turned somber.
“Still, they said if we work here for a few years, they’ll send us to the colony... Let’s just hold on a bit longer, okay?”
“...Senior, what are you going to do when you get to the colony?”
“I’m going to snatch up a cute boy and get married right away. Then I’ll have tons of kids and live happily ever after. I heard that in the colony, boys and girls are born in equal ratios...”
“Equal ratios? Is that why everyone wants to go to Earth...?”
“Exactly. They say the talent of those born in the colony is pathetic, but whatever. If it’s a boy, aren't they all pretty much the same? Their value might be low since they’re colony-born, but a boy is still a boy. I can marry him off to some decent nouveau riche family. That’ll be my retirement plan sorted.”
“Selling your own kids... that’s a bit much. Especially a precious male child...”
“I’m telling you, the value is different there. Just being born in the colony means their talent is abysmal. Their value is low because there are so many of them.”
I started to think that Camel, that total pervert King Milk Cow, might have been right when she said there’s a hierarchy in professions. This conversation was getting a bit—no, very—nauseating.
“Then is that why they don't send men to the colonies...?”
“I heard it’s for a different reason. Think about that world—it’s crawling with men, and they even have the same voice as women. They’d come back tainted with terrible habits. Like talking back, raising their voices, or coming home late.”
“My god... isn't that usually because the wife couldn't manage them properly?”
The sisters’ chatter continued.
“Is it even appropriate for a man blessed by the Goddess to go around spreading his seed in a colony? They might be lowly men, but they still have a tiny speck of the Goddess’s blessing in them. Bestowing that upon colonists is simply preposterous. I heard that in the past, men were treated more leniently, which is why if you trace back the ancestry of the 'talented' bitches in the colonies, they all come from this side.”
I could pretty much grasp the situation now. I didn't know about any Goddess nonsense, but talent was definitely tied to bloodlines. They probably blocked men from going to the colonies because they feared it would make it harder for the elite to maintain their monopoly on power.
That said, I couldn't entirely dismiss the existence of a Goddess, given how everyone kept harping on about "pathetic talent if born in the colony."
“Ah, I seriously want to fuck a man so bad. For real. If I go to Earth, I’m gonna grab a cute one and drag him straight to...”
“I heard most of the Earth kids are subpar, though. They age fast, can't handle mana, and don't have the Goddess’s blessing, so most of them are just ordinary.”
“I’m not asking for someone on the level of the men here. As long as he’s decent-looking, I’ll live with him. A few slaps and he’ll listen well enough. And affection? That’ll grow naturally after I’ve poked him a few times.”
“But still, can you really just snatch a man and fuck him without any problems? Even if the sex ratio is similar...”
“We might be lower-class here, but over there, we’re treated like semi-nobles. Lady Alicia and the others tend to turn a blind eye to that much. Besides, even if we mess with a few, it won't even make a dent in a population that large, right?”
Listening to a conversation that sounded like 20th-century American macho culture made me feel a bit dizzy.
“I heard Earth men have huge dicks, too?”
“You’re talking about stories from over a hundred years ago. I heard that’s only true for the ones born before the Gates opened. Those guys probably don't even have the strength to get it up anymore.”
Watching the sisters giggle while trading dirty jokes, I figured it was time to pretend to wake up.
“Mmm... Mama...?”
“I think the Young Master is waking up. Everyone, shut your mouths.”
“He’s so cute. Ugh... if I gave birth to a boy like this, I feel like I could even give birth to my own daughter and granddaughter.”
“You crazy bitch. I feel like I’d give birth to my own son and grandson.”
“That’s enough, everyone. You know if the Young Master hears you, you could all be dragged to the guillotine and have no right to complain, right?”
The noona in the cheongsam began to rein in the others again.
“Young Master, Young Master, it’s time to wake up. If you sleep any longer, you won't be able to sleep tonight.”
The Hanbok Sister holding me lightly patted my back.
“Mmm... okay...”
I rubbed my eyes and shook my head from side to side. I didn't necessarily have to go this far, but in front of these monsters with broken personalities, it seemed best to maintain the position of an innocent young master who knew nothing.
The noonas crowded around me with sparkling eyes. This was a crisis.
“Excuse me, I heard my child was being looked after here...”
Before I could be subjected to the humiliation of being stuffed with snacks and having my cheeks pinched by this group of perverted trash, Mom appeared like a savior.
“Yes, guest. Are you perhaps the Young Master’s mother?”
“Ah, that’s right. Yong-hwan, you should have contacted Mom once you got back. You little rascal!”
She pulled me away from the Hanbok Sister’s back. Mom rubbed her cheek against mine, looking satisfied by the sensation of her massive breasts. What a wicked elf mama—being so erotic every single day and working so hard to turn me into a member of the Incest Squad was just plain unfair.
“Thank you all for looking after him. I’ll be sure to mention this to Alicia so you’re properly rewarded.”
“Not at all, guest. The Young Master is so cute that we enjoyed ourselves as well.”
The Cheongsam Sister spoke demurely, skillfully seeing Mom off. Lately, the females I’d been meeting were so incompetent that my sense of danger had been dulling, but today, my alertness was starting to spike again.
“What did you do at the sea with Seoha today~?”
“I met a Great Whale! It had eight pairs of eyes! It was huuuuge! And I met a Sunfish, too!”
I told her about the Sunfish. Hearing that I’d talked to a fish, Mom added that I might have a talent for being a Tamer.
“A whale, though? You were lucky~! They’re usually so hard to find!”
“Seoha Noona called it for me!”
“Seoha did? That’s surprising.”
To me, Yuseoha-ssi was just a total pervert, a cowardly member of the Incest Squad who would strip if I told her to and whose butt was made for kicking, but Mom seemed genuinely surprised.
“Seoha Noona likes me a whole lot! So she does everything I ask!”
“Of course she should if my son asks. You’re just so cute~!”
Mom lifted me by my sides and rubbed her cheek against mine vigorously. I pushed her face away, annoyed.
“Heeing... do you hate Mom?”
“I like Mom! But it’s annoying! It’s annoying when you keep sticking to me!”
The mother of three took on a wounded expression. She was so much work.
“Fine, I’ll give you a kiss, so stop rubbing your cheek!”
“Yes!!! Okay, mwah! Mwah! Mwah! Mwah!”
Mom, who threw off her gloom instantly, kissed my lips several times, so I had to push her face away again. She made a hurt face once more, but this time, I wasn't falling for it.