Chapter 122
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 122
Chapter Title: The Beatrice Family's Daily Life (2)
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The day I swore to protect Vivian.
A small dream took root in my heart.
It was embarrassing to tell anyone, but it was a precious dream...
To make it come true for Vivian someday, I had to revive the Beatrice family.
Kwang—!
The opponent I punched flew far away.
"...Winner! Bianca Beatrice!"
Hearing the referee's declaration, I looked down at the tattered bandages wrapped around my fist.
My hand was now so ugly that I felt ashamed to show it without bandages.
"You had a little slump for a while there and we were worried, but that was needless concern!"
"Exactly. Everyone goes through a slump, right?"
"Talent like yours doesn't just vanish."
My stomach twisted at the adults chattering away on their own.
...Idiots.
What slump? What do you mean my condition was off?
Do they even know how much effort I've put in?
I poured almost every moment into training without a single day of rest.
And this was the result.
Through blood and sweat—literally vomiting blood—I, who had been nothing more than mediocre, had barely stepped into the realm of geniuses.
...And they dismiss it as mere talent.
It made me sick.
"...The only flaw is that she's a bit short. It's fine now since she's young, but..."
"Yeah. She hasn't grown much compared to last year."
"Hey, she can hear you. She'll grow plenty."
If I stuck around for more nonsense, I might swing without thinking, so I left without even a greeting.
"Haa..."
After showering and returning to my room, I hugged my pillow tight and closed my eyes.
Someday, I wanted to have a kind, cute daughter just like Vivian.
...And I hoped that child would have hands free of scars or calluses, unlike mine.
That was my small, precious dream.
I'll braid her hair myself... Oh! I should braid Vivian's the same way!... Hmm... Would that make Vivian look like the mom instead of me?
Every time I fantasized, my lips curled up on their own, making me grin like an idiot.
Aah... What if Vivian and our daughter ask who I love more...? Should I pick our daughter since she's my mom? No... Vivian would feel left out... Aah! This is too hard!!
Rolling around in bed with those fantasies until I fell asleep—that was my happiness.
The next day, I woke up with blurry vision and no strength in my body.
Still, I couldn't skip training, so I dragged myself to the field but couldn't even throw a proper punch. In the end, I had no choice but to see the healer.
"Oh my, what brings you here, Miss Bianca?"
"My... body... feels... kinda... bad..."
"...Miss!"
When I opened my eyes again after blacking out, the healer was sighing in front of me.
"Haa... You've accumulated way too much fatigue. I've recovered you somewhat with my abilities, but it's temporary. If you don't eat well and rest, it'll happen again."
"...Thank you."
"I didn't say it for thanks. If you don't want to collapse again, take better care of yourself."
"Yes..."
"...And one more thing."
"...?"
As I tilted my head, the healer took a deep breath, her expression hardening.
"...Miss... have you had your period recently?"
"...No."
What kind of random question was this?
I frowned, thinking she was teasing, but her face was deadly serious.
"...When was your last one before that?"
"...I haven't even had my first yet. Why do you ask?"
She let out a long sigh and rubbed her temples.
"...It's rare, but it happens. Using physical enhancement abilities from a young age can cause this... Haa... If only you'd come sooner..."
Her ominous tone made me urge her on without thinking.
"Why?! Just tell me straight!"
"...Miss... calm down and listen carefully..."
"...Actually, it's for the best."
Periods are just inconvenient anyway.
Look at Vivian—she groans in pain every time.
Not having them is way better.
—...Your body has already adapted to the ability... You won't grow anymore, Miss.
"That's fine too! Totally fine! So much easier!"
Not growing means no need to readjust to a bigger body—I can keep honing my techniques as is.
No growth pains like the other kids either.
—...Yes. I'm sorry, but... you won't be able to have children either.
My steps halted abruptly.
"...Y-yeah...! T-that's... f-fine too... N-no need... to... g-get married..."
The dream of bearing a cute daughter like Vivian.
After all this effort, I can't even achieve that small dream?
If I can't fulfill the first dream I've ever had since birth...
What for...?
What have I been working so hard for?
I bit my lip to hold back the tears.
One drop, and my heart would shatter.
As I rushed back to my room like I was fleeing,
...Vivian was there, decorating with magic.
"S-sis...! Y-you're... back early...?"
"...Vivian, what are you doing here?"
I barely severed the emotions about to burst and spoke.
"Hehe... Busted? You told me not to use magic, sis... but I wanted to celebrate your win..."
Vivian approached and hugged me like always.
"...Congrats, sis. A bit late."
She'd grown taller than me by a handspan and looked down as she said it.
"...."
"Sis?"
Unlike my flat chest that would never produce milk, I felt her full, swollen breasts.
...My teeth ground together.
Why?
Why can you smile so happily?
Why do you have everything I want?
I...
I've sacrificed it all...
All that's left is reviving the family...
If even that, you're ahead of me...
"...Sis? You okay? Hurt somewhere?"
What for?
What did I sacrifice everything for?
"...Sis?"
"H-hic... Hic... S-sorry... Hic... I'm sorry... I'm sorry. I'm sorry."
...When I came back to myself, bloodied Vivian was sobbing in the corner.
What?
I couldn't comprehend.
Who dared do that to my precious Vivian?
Then, feeling a sticky, gross sensation, I looked at my hand...
Blood soaked the bandages.
"...Ah?"
That instant, flashes of what I'd done raced through my mind.
—Guh... Haa... I-it hurts... Sis...
—S-stop... Sis... B-blood... I'm...
—Hic... Hic... I-I'm sorry... Sis... P-please... forgive me...
Nausea surged.
I'd done to Vivian exactly what Mother did to me.
I couldn't believe it.
N-no... No...! No! No! No!
This wasn't what I wanted.
I was just tired, that's all.
I never meant to do this to Vivian.
I... have to apologize. To Vivian...
Say I'm sorry, it'll never happen again, forgive me just once.
"...Vivi..."
The moment I reached out, Vivian flinched and begged in a hoarse voice.
"...H-hic... S-sis... Hic... I-it hurts... D-don't hit me... Hic... I-I'll never... use magic again... Hic... Forgive me."
Realizing her eyes held only fear, no love...
Something inside me completely crumbled.
...After that, my relationship with Vivian changed completely.
Betrayed by her trusted sister, Vivian shut herself in her room, and cowardly, I dove even deeper into training to escape what I'd done.
A few years later, my admission to Carnea Academy was confirmed.
My first thought upon receiving the permit was one thing.
...What about Vivian?
I knew better than anyone how she'd be treated, left alone in the family.
...I have to protect her.
I knew it was too late for forgiveness now.
But even so... I was her sister.
From that day, I endlessly planned her escape from the family.
With Vivian's talent...
She could pass Carnea. Resolved, I faced her for the first time in years and said,
"...So you come next year too."
"Y-yes...? H-how could someone like me get into Carnea...? I-it's impossible."
I knew she feared me.
It hurt, but I had to use it now to separate her from the Beatrices.
"Vivian... are you arguing with me?"
"N-no! That's not it."
"Hmm..."
"S-sis. My fault. I-I'll get in. Somehow."
And as expected, Vivian passed Carnea.
...Truthfully, after her acceptance, I wanted to see her over and over.
But fear stopped me.
If she rejected my touch again, I wouldn't endure it.
So when Vivian came to me first, I doubted my eyes.
Vivian, seeking me out.
Joy nearly brought tears.
Of course, what followed was the worst...
That was Eugene's fault, that pervert.
Asshole.
I'm truly grateful deep down for letting me see Vivian again.
But that's that, and this is this.
Knocking her out slyly, shoving a slime up her butt...
...And above all.
Who starts something like this and just ends it suddenly!
Thinking of the day he released her from confinement still boils my blood.
If you start, take responsibility to the end—how dare you mess her up and just leave.
"Asshole! Fucker! Dickless bastard!"
After experiencing that pervert tamer, nothing satisfied me alone.
Suddenly realizing I was thinking of Eugene again, I slammed my head against the wall.
...Am I really crazy!!
I was just thinking of Vivian, and somehow it's him again.
I-it's all built up...
Taking a deep breath, I pulled a jar with a slime from under the bed.
"...Reddy."
At first, I hated the gross thing, but now I'd grown fond and named it.
Pong—
I slipped a pillow under my waist and carefully spread my legs.
Then opened the lid on Reddy's jar.
Slither slither—
Reddy burrowed into my back hole so familiarly.
"...Grrgh...!"
The gut-wrenching pain remained, but now I couldn't calm without it.
"Eek! Grk...! ...H-haa... Grk...!"
But still...
Not enough!
The stimulation was plenty, but something was missing.
...More.
I wanted someone to pin me down harder, so I couldn't resist.
"...A bit... more... h-harder... Hic...!"
"...S-sis?"
"...Hk... Haa.......?...Grahhh!!"
The moment Bianca noticed Vivian's flushed face, she let out a bizarre cry.