Chapter 3
Chapter 3
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 3
Chapter Title: No Exceptions Among Beast Women
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Clatter clatter. Ungh. Ahh.
"......"
Wow. Here we go again.
It's autumn, the season when your sides feel chilly, but my whole body is drenched in sweat and burning up. Gotta be because of those fresh, sweet parents in the next room.
Sigh. Our house doesn't need a boiler.
A cold November wind blows at the tail end of autumn, but our home is basically a sauna, pumped full of thermal energy from Mom and Dad's overflowing love.
'Personally, a little sister.'
A little brother might be easy to overpower and establish dominance over with sheer strength, but for a family you'll see forever, wouldn't a little sister be prettier to feast your eyes on?
A beauty little sister who'll inherit Mom's looks and massive rack!
Doesn't your heart go doki-doki?
But if it's a little brother who takes after Dad—smart, a bit of a smartass, but with killer banter... Ow. I might end up punching his face without thinking.
"......"
Yeah. A little sister it is.
I don't want to turn a little brother into an ex-little brother.
And I can't, anyway.
Squeak squeak!!
"Arrrgh!! You're too damn loud!!"
I got my own room at six years old, and I thought, 'Oh? Sweet deal?' Turns out there was a reason!
They isolated this cute, tough daughter for their private baby-making session!
No helping it.
I'd usually hold out for the sake of my future sibling, but Dad's not just smooth-talking—those hips of his are no joke. Mom's lewd moans and the bed shaking are keeping me awake!!
I bolt upright, hop off the bed, and sneak quietly into the living room... Hmm. Still going at it.
Mom's cries of pleasure echo clearly through the door.
Sneak sneak.
Unlike my usual roe deer-on-adrenaline rampage style, I tiptoe carefully up to the master bedroom door.
Hehe, this is karma for you two. Savor it.
Getting caught mid-real-time baby production by your wild six-year-old daughter?
Oof. If it were me, I'd shut my eyes and smash her head with a hammer to wipe the memory—but Mom and Dad love me too much for that.
Alright. Big deep breath!!
Bang!!
"Mom! Dad!! You're so noisy I can't slee—Eek. Whoa."
"Kyaaah?! Y-Yuna?!"
"Gah?! Wh-what?!"
Wow. No way. Insane. Huh? Uh?
Wait. That... Weren't you just doing it on the bed?
You've already switched positions.
And of all places... right in front of the door. Uh. Hm. Wow.
Dad behind Mom, right there at the door... Oof. Wow. Seeing this live right in front of me? Words fail.
It's just... way more vivid than any video. Can't even put it into words.
Catching this unexpected scene, my face flushes red. I cover my eyes with my tiny hands, peeking through a slight gap in my fingers... Wow. I notice it every time, but Mom's boobs. Wooow.
Our family genes are something else.
Silence flows between me, who witnessed the unintended spectacle, and my parents, flustered by their uninvited intruder's illegal entry.
Gulp.
"G-Go on, you pretty... lovebirds."
In the suffocating game of chicken, the first to wave the white flag was me—a total virgin in my past life and zero dating experience in this one.
Even if I'd resolved to charge ahead ignoring all hints, I'm not deranged enough to interrupt my parents' blazing passion.
Y-yeah. That's it. Right.
At this point, even Mom and Dad won't keep their daughter up anymore.
I quietly close the door, take deep breaths to calm my pounding heart...
Bang!
"Mom! I want a little sister!!"
"Yuna! Enough!!"
But hey, since I'm already teasing, might as well go for the second verse.
"......"
"......"
This should be a harmonious, peaceful breakfast time, but today it's awkwardly silent.
They're both watching my face while picking at their food... Hm. Did I go overboard with the prank at dawn?
But they started it!
Daring to broadcast bed-thumping to a pitiful virgin with zero experience next door—how could I not get mad?!
Still, I hate this vibe.
No choice~ Time for atmosphere-maker Yuna to break the ice!
"Dad."
"Y-yeah? What is it?"
"Sister or brother?"
"Pfft!!"
"......"
Dad sprays water spectacularly all over my face mid-sip, while Mom turns tomato-red and quietly buries her face.
Yup. That's the reaction. Love it.
Most people might think breaking the tension means changing the subject.
But that's amateur-hour coping for normies.
A true pro like me—inheriting the roe deer's grit and physique, with a beast's heart—barrels straight through like a bulldozer.
What? Sex ain't bad.
"I want a sister."
"A baby? We can't control the gender like that..."
"Sister."
"......"
"Little sister."
"W-We’ll... try."
Okay. Message received.
See? Even Dad caves when I bulldoze like this.
Time to push a bit more.
"If it's a boy, make another one!"
"Babies aren't stamped out like factory goods. What am I, a baby factory...? Aaaah!!"
Smack!!
"Your brother!! Has no filter with kids!!"
Ooh. Baby factory.
Spot on.
Sure, it earns Dad a smack on the back, but you can't mass-produce just 'cause the kid wants it.
"You make 'em by hand? Custom order? Can you make the pretty sister I want?"
Sister customization available?
"Handmade, yeah... but no guarantees on the result."
"Then definitely a sister."
A bit of teasing, and Dad groans in response.
Ooh. Even getting smacked by Mom, he answers every time.
"Yeah? Why does our girl want a sister so bad?"
"She'll be pretty like you, Mom."
"Oh my."
Mom's hand, poised to smack Dad's back again, pauses happily to scratch her cheek at my unflinching reply.
Be grateful. Dad.
Your eldest daughter just saved your back.
"What about me? Don't I look good too?"
"Average. And if I get a sister like Mom, her boobs'll be huge. I'll play with sister's boobs later."
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If I were a full-grown adult... no, even a teen, this could've landed me on a registry. But who am I now?
An innocent six-year-old kid! Tonggumi's Peerless Warrior, Han Yuna!
It's teetering on the edge, but safe 'cause I'm a little kid.
Not serious anyway.
"O-Our girl takes after you too, so hers'll grow big. Why bother?"
Huh? True that?
Thinking about it, I inherited Mom's genes too.
Living experience counts for something, huh? Spot on.
"Dad. Wanna talk boobs with your daughter?"
"Huh? ...Aaaah!!!"
"Cut! It! Out!!"
Smack!!
Classic Dad! Always saying the exact thing to get smacked by Mom!
November's busier than you'd think.
In 2024, you'd just crank the boiler nice and toasty, but now plenty of homes still run on briquettes.
Plus, prepping for blizzards and cold: stuff insulation under the roof, cover with tarps or sheets.
Seal door gaps with weatherstripping. Save bubble wrap from mainland packages instead of tossing it—stick it on windows before the real cold hits.
Some houses even foam-board the walls, all to avoid freezing.
"As expected of our neighborhood Peerless Warrior! When did this tiny thing haul all this?"
"Tell me about it. Sometimes she seems stronger than my runaway daughter."
Places like Dodong or Sadong have shops and young folks, sure.
But in Tonggumi? Aside from my parents, practically zero young people.
All grandpas and grandmas.
Sometimes kids my age show up, but they're not locals—just visiting with parents from way over in Dodong.
"Ahem! Leave the heavy lifting to me!"
So it's up to this overflowing-with-strength, energy, and spunk Peerless Warrior kid to step up!
From Cultivator Grandpa's place—where I nearly wrecked his tiller—to Supermarket Grandpa's, I hauled most of the briquettes. On this cold, hectic day, they drag their old bones out just to praise me.
"Man. Saw it last year too, but unbelievable. Would've taken us all day. Done before sundown."
I stick my hands on my hips, puff out my chest, and grin confidently in front of the elders. The Office Worker Uncle pats my head.
Right? All thanks to me! Praise me more!
...Can't say that.
This guy's paid to work, stuck at a desk all year—then this time of year, loading trucks and circling Ulleungdo.
He's wiped from other runs already. Of course I'd help!
"Nah~ Helping neighbors is just being good, right? I'm a good kid, so it's nothing!"
Grinning ear-to-ear, covered in coal dust and grime. He laughs too, says it's cute.
That's the warmth keeping the elders smiling.
A cozy, comfy neighborhood with a glow you can't imagine in modern cities.
Treating neighbors like family, everyone knows each other, sharing and giving.
For me, who'd melted into a dull life in that cold, harsh era—this haven feels perfect.
As harsh winter gales approach.
Body cold, but heart warm—this place is so, so comfy.