Chapter 11
Chapter 11
-----------------------------------------------------------------
Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 11
Chapter Title: No Such Thing as a Separate Beast Girl
-----------------------------------------------------------------
The next day after watching the uncles drunkenly hugging each other like old pals outside the tent.
I give a cute belly-button salute to the men soothing their hangovers with honey water brewed from yesterday's fresh honey and deodeok.
"Hello~"
"Ugh, yeah. Yeah. You're that... Peerless Warrior, right?"
"Yes! The Tonggumi Peerless Warrior!"
Oh, my nickname has spread even to strangers now!
"Wow, our girl. Now you're raiding beehives and all. Didn't your mom scold you?"
"She did. I've still got more scolding waiting when I get home."
But Dad ratted me out too, right? Maybe we'll split the punishment evenly?
"Aigoo, just kidding. How could a little kid like you raid a beehive?"
"Dad. Dad. Yuna... poked a hole in a tree with her finger."
"??"
"She runs super fast on all fours!"
"What does that even mean?"
Yuri's uncle stares at me and Dad like he's checking if it's true.
Dad and I tilt our heads at his puzzled expression.
'Sure, harvesting tree sap by drilling with her finger is beyond human level.'
Running on all fours is faster than on two legs... Isn't that just common sense?
Of course it's not.
In school or society, there's always that one type.
The ones who do things others can't as if it's nothing and go '?? Why can't they do this?'
For young, immature teens or twenty-somethings, they're usually the obnoxious weirdos showing off to protect their egos...
But Yuna has no intention of showing off or protecting her pride.
Here's a perfect example.
Sometimes at the gym, veteran lifters see newbie gym rats who can't even lift a light dumbbell and think, 'Crazy. Why can't they do that?' with pure confusion.
It's like that.
Things impossible by normal standards become everyday life, melting their brains and twisting their common sense!!
In that pure, innocent doubt free of malice or sarcasm, gym newbies and normals can't grasp the madness, feeling curiosity at times or an unknown terror at others.
"Our kid's pretty healthy, huh."
"Ah, y-yeah..."
A soulless reply comes out like he's dazed by testimonies that can't be summed up as just 'healthy'... Hmm. Can't be helped.
I can't let these frail city folk think I'm bluffing about my health—no way.
Guess I have to show them what real vitality looks like~
This is important for Yuri too.
Kids need to be raised strong and healthy like this—no minor illnesses, and as adults, they'll have bodies unbreakable even in harsh society.
Child-rearing: friends matter, but parents' role is key!!
"Dad. Dad. Did you eat breakfast?"
"Huh? No. Ugh, I want something spicy... Was thinking of watering down yesterday's spicy stew broth and adding chili powder?"
Perfect. Hold on a sec!
I stretch with some arm circles, toss off my jacket, and dive straight into the sea!! Splash!!
I ignore the screams from the uncles and Yuri above as I enter the blue sea, spotting early-rising fish swimming around... and an octopus!!
The brown star of spicy stew, with its eight sucker-covered tentacles that taste great and are good for you, locks eyes with me.
'?? Why's someone who belongs on land in this precious water?'
'Hungry.'
'Aha.'
Mutual eye contact seals the amicable deal—time to catch it?
No greed today: just this one octopus, nothing more, nothing less.
Fish too would be plenty and tasty, but it might turn the stew into a mishmash.
'Why me?'
'Told you, hungry.'
'Aha.'
The octopus finally realizes it's cast as today's meal, sprays ink in my face, and bolts... Hehe! No escape!!
A mere land human who builds houses chases a sea-native tentacled beast through the water like it's a game!
Fish swimming by blink in shock.
Wait. Is this for real?
Dunno. Probably humans fishing again.
Humans diving in to grab an octopus uncle counts as fishing?
Dunno.
In front of the fish spectating this bizarre scene from afar, I soon grab the octopus, stuff it in my panties to prevent escape, and surface.
"Dad! Octopus!"
"Whoa, a fat one. But bringing it in your panties? Not cool."
"Wouldn't it be better to warm up in a cozy spot before cooking?"
"The pot'll warm up too, but maybe it prefers chilling in the cold sea longer."
"Ah!"
I didn't think of that! Sorry, octopus!
Dad takes the octopus from me like it's routine, rinses it in water, and preps it.
Wow, Dad's a full Ulleungdo local now! Back when I was learning to walk, he'd freak at live fish.
"Whoa, she really caught one. Yuri, can you do that?"
"N-no way!! I can't even swim!!"
The octopus, after a brief land view, was deliciously eaten by Dad, the uncles, and Yuri. Clap clap.
Back home, naturally, Mom chews us out late into the night for playing in the fields... Wait, no. Dad's getting his butt spanked too.
Seeing a grown man who looks early twenties getting his pants pulled down and smacked by a beauty—quite the novel sight.
"Oof. Mom's hand stings so much. Why's our girl fine?"
"Dad's just weak?"
"Daughter's too tough?"
Dinner's at home. While Mom preps in the kitchen, Dad and I set out side dishes and utensils, chatting away.
The topic being Mom's handiwork... specifically her spanking hand—kinda weird.
"Seriously, oppa. Why say that in front of the kid!! Yuna's only seven!"
"No, it really hurt."
"Right, Mom. Even if Dad's bragging about getting spanked by you in front of his seven-year-old daughter, you gotta understand!"
"?? Daughter?"
Still, no shame taking a spanking from your wife in front of your seven-year-old? Not cool, Dad.
Time to learn some shame!
Dad blinks in betrayal from his supposed ally.
"Phew, at least that's good. Yuna made a friend. Get along with big sis Yuri from now on, okay?"
"Yeah! Next time, I'll take her to the mountains and feed her yummy stuff!"
Mom pauses.
"...You mean behave nicely?"
Her gentle hand stroking my head halts for a split second—was that my imagination?
Nah~ Eating honey and deodeok in the mountains counts as tame play, right?
No cliff-scaling or sea-diving~
Mom surely allows that much.
I rub my head against her warm, comforting hand and grin.
...But wait, has Mom's chest gotten bigger?
'Even bigger now?'
Is this possible with K-genes?
Later, I'll ask to bathe together and check with my own eyes.
No impure motives—it's just...
'I inherited Mom's genes too, but that size...'
Might be fun to look at, but carrying watermelons around? Kinda meh.
I've adapted since baby days to a flat chest: peeing sitting down, keeping legs closed is comfier than spread-eagle.
But massive mom-boobs in the future? No confidence adapting.
Good example: I never wear skirts.
My last line of defense? Uniforms later unavoidable, but for now, nope.
Wind whistling up the crotch is too much even for free-spirited roe deer me.
Last time Mom suggested a skirt, I freaked out so hard she hasn't pushed since.
"Mom."
"Yeah? What's up, Yuna?"
"I don't wanna get boobs as big as yours."
"Pffft!!"
"I like not leaning on them or looking good... but they seem heavy."
"Puhahaha!! Our girl's smart! Right! Right! They look nice but annoy the heck out of you. Back when dating Dad, I'd ask him to hold them when no one was around... Aaaah!!!"
Smack!!
"Oppa! Nothing you won't say in front of a kid!!"
Ooh, that back-smack sound.
Dad okay?
Mom sets the cooled stir-fried squid on the table, pokes limp Dad's waist, and our warm family dinner is ready.
By the way, Mom's boobs I saw while bathing together... Wow.
'Bigger than my head!!'
That majestic size explains why she'd ask Dad to hold them on dates... Speechless.
Getting that big like Mom... maybe not so much.