Chapter 94: You’ll Understand After a Few Hits, You Know?
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 94: You’ll Understand After a Few Hits, You Know?
I managed to reach Mom’s room only after fending her off with a few swats as she tried to grope my chest and lean in for a kiss.
“Grasha~ Big Brother is home!”
“Oppa...?”
Our youngest saw me and started pitter-pattering toward me. Sure, at home, she was a bratty younger sister who always tried to toy with me and get the upper hand, but since I hadn't seen her for over half the day, I missed her just a lit—
“Come be the villain! Mom! Put Oppa down! He has to be the villain!”
Grasha started tugging at my clothes. Mom, looking far too amused, let out a small giggle and set me down.
“W-wait a second. Grasha, Oppa is a Beta Brachio...”
“Be the villain!!!”
The youngest’s shouting made my body freeze up. It was beyond aggravating how a mere brat tried to boss her older brother around, but I couldn't win against this crazy elf girl; she was already manipulating mana at will and was stronger than me.
“Come here and be the villain!!!”
“No.”
However, after making a perverted dairy cow like Camel come like a dog yesterday and going on an outdoor play-walk on the beach with Ms. Yuseoha today, I couldn't let myself lose to a kid like this.
Gracia’s green eyes trembled violently.
“A mere Oppa, talking back to me?”
Gracia’s blonde hair began to flutter. It wasn't the wind; it was an external phenomenon caused by the manifestation of her mana. I turned around to ask Mom for help, but she was gone.
That idiot Mom, with a body that was nothing but lewd, was never helpful at times like this.
“I want to play the hero too! You always make me the villain! I want to be the hero for once!”
“Oppa, you’re a boy! Be the villain! Boys are villains!”
I had no rebuttal. In those damn children’s TV shows, males almost always played the role of the bad or stupid villain!
I really needed to go to a tokusatsu filming set and give them a piece of my mind. It seemed my youngest sister was gradually falling into a mindset of female superiority after watching that idiot box.
This malicious world seemed to be doing its absolute best to put men down, not just through education, but through culture as well.
“Still! Oppa wants to play the hero too! Grasha is always the hero, and Oppa is always the villain! It’s mean! It’s cheating! It’s not fair! Playing is supposed to be about taking turns, but only Gracia has fun every time. Is Oppa just a toy for Gracia to play with?”
I felt I had to show a ‘little’ of my true feelings. Being the villain every single time was incredibly boring and exhausting. Besides, the villain’s job was to get hit!
“Yes!!!!”
My soul-searching voice didn't reach my crazy sister at all. The DNA of my annoying blood relative definitely contained a command to kill me.
“So be the villain! Or else I’ll punish you!”
I grit my teeth. Without Mom, I didn't have the confidence to beat this brat. If she were a stranger and not my family, I would have bullied her into a submissive villain-role female by starting with a spanking and moving on to things like womb massaging...
“...J-just for a little bit, okay?”
“Yay!!!”
Captured by my sister, I had no choice but to be beaten as the villain by an Alpha Tyranno until dinner time.
It was truly unfair.
***
By the time I finally endured those grueling three hours of being pummeled as an Alpha Tyranno by my sister, everyone was in a harmonious mood, receiving their dinner trays.
I wanted to protest—asking how they could laugh and chatter while I had just been beaten like a dog for three hours—but unfortunately, I was weak, powerless, and held a low social status. I was just a pathetic man whose only assets were a face called a super ultra pretty boy and a massive cock.
I sat down modestly.
“Yong-hwan, are you feeling sick?”
Morian began to show interest in a male pipsqueak like me. I was grateful. I gave her a slight smile and sat demurely, like a proper man. Ms. Morian’s face seemed to turn slightly red.
“The kid’s acting a bit strange. Does he have a fever?”
Alicia placed her hand on my forehead. To make a woman worry when I was just a man—I had committed a wrongdoing.
“I am in good health. Thank you for your concern, Alicia Noona.”
“O-oh...? Uh, okay...?”
Alicia looked at me as if I were strange. When I gave her a reassuring smile, she cleared her throat and stepped back.
“What’s this? Did the brat get beaten somewhere? He’s finally starting to act like a man.”
“Tiria, what do you mean by that?”
Even though the Angel had given a positive evaluation of my normal and sensible behavior as a man, Mother frowned and glared at Tiria.
“No, no, I’m not insulting him. I just mean he’s cute and well-behaved. You know I sometimes cause misunderstandings, right?”
“...Your mouth is the problem, Tiria. If you’re bad at expressing yourself, you should watch what you say. People will misunderstand.”
At Mom’s pointing out, Tiria nodded as if she understood.
“Aunt Tiria! I hit him!”
Our youngest spoke up proudly. Everyone looked at Gracia with surprised eyes.
“You hit your Oppa?”
“Yeah! Oppa wouldn't listen and was being arrogant, so I hit him! That’s why he’s listening so well now!”
Realizing that there was significant domestic violence occurring between the siblings without her knowledge, Mom’s eyes flickered.
“Hahahaha! Our Grasha has talent, doesn't she? Do you want to be a prosecutor like your Auntie when you grow up? Hmm~?”
“I’d love to!!! Prosecutors are cool!!! Swinging swords around like swoosh-swoosh-swoosh!”
Tiria patted and stroked Gracia’s head. Mom was looking at me in shock, and Mom’s friends, excluding Tiria, were looking at me with disbelief.
“...I think I need a bit of an explanation.”
Hindel suddenly approached my side, grabbing my chin and moving it side to side as if to check where I had been hit.
“It’s because I did something wrong. Gracia did nothing wrong.”
Hindel’s eyes twitched. She suddenly lowered her head and whispered softly into my ear, “Papa?”
“Yes, Hindel. What is it?”
“...This is, in its own way...”
The Dragon Lord looked at me with a peculiar expression as she saw me, now a "normal" man who had been well-disciplined. Specifically, it was an expression that said, ‘I know this shouldn't be right, but this seems pretty good too.’
“No, even so, you should protect your Oppa, not hit him. Are you hurt anywhere? Any bruises...?”
Alicia came over and examined my arms and legs.
“I hit him so he wouldn't get any scars!”
Gracia announced proudly.
“Oh~ you’ve got skill. As expected of the Master’s granddaughter!”
Tiria cheered Gracia on from the side, and Gracia puffed out her chest with a proud huff.
“No, how did you end up getting hit? If there was no reason, I cannot let this slide.”
Hindel tried to get angry over the natural occurrence of a man being hit. No, wait. She was trying to get angry on my behalf, so I couldn't understand why I was trying to stop her.
I had a slight headache. I remembered resisting well until I was being lightly hit as the Alpha Tyranno. After that, I started to feel a bit dazed, and for some reason, I felt like I should be hit, so I just stayed still.
“We were playing Alpha Tyranno, and Grasha said the villain has to be hit. Nothing else happened, Hindel.”
“...Is that so?”
Hindel seemed unable to decide whether she should interfere in this matter or not. Since she was clinging to me, there was no need to whisper.
“You’re not seriously thinking of doing something about a child’s prank, are you? That would make you a bad girl, wouldn't it, Hindel?”
“...I understand.”
Papa. Hindel added the word at the end in a voice so tiny it was barely audible. Perhaps because it was the first time I had been beaten by my sister for so long, something felt strange.
“Gracia. You mustn't hit your Oppa.”
Mom began to scold Gracia, taking my side. Our youngest brat looked up at Mom with surprised eyes.
“Why not? Men are supposed to be hit...”
“Gracia, did people tell you to hit your Oppa or your younger brother?”
“N-no...”
“Then, did they tell you to hit your Oppa on TV?”
“No...”
The youngest began to shrink back. It was a very, very pleasing sight. I stood next to Mom.
“That’s right. You should cherish your Oppa. To think a girl would hit her Oppa instead of protecting him... that’s a really, really bad thing to do. Right, Mom?”
“Mhm... that’s true. Ahem, anyway, Grasha. You mustn't hit your Oppa. Understood?”
“Are 'men' and 'Oppa' different?”
The youngest asked as if she truly didn't know.
“When people say men should be hit, they mean husbands or boyfriends. They aren't talking about your Oppa. Understand?”
“Okay...”
The youngest didn't seem to fully grasp it, but this was enough. It seemed Mom was speaking at the kid’s level, so she didn't go into dictionary definitions of what a man was or wasn't.
“That’s right, Grasha. You shouldn't do that.”
“You have to protect your Oppa.”
“Laying a hand on your Oppa is a bad thing.”
Mom’s friends began to gang up on our youngest.
Seeing the aunts, who usually doted on her, turn hostile, the brat didn't know what to do and nodded with tears welling in her eyes.
Seeing that I couldn't just watch that indifferently, she really was my sister, no matter how much I disliked her.
Still, she had been scolded thoroughly this time, so if I thought of it as a sort of growing pain she had to experience once to stop hitting me in the future, I could live with it.