Chapter 194
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 194
Chapter Title: Family at the Invitation Ceremony is Just Common Sense? (3)
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"...It's Eugene."
As soon as the words left my mouth, the carriage door flew open, and a hand shot out from inside to yank me in.
It was a pull I could have easily resisted if I'd wanted.
But since it might hurt the wrist doing the pulling, I let myself get dragged in naturally.
Thud—!
The door slammed shut the moment I was inside the carriage.
'As expected... this carriage is on another level.'
I swept my gaze over the interior and swallowed a gasp of admiration.
It was so spacious and opulent that at first glance, you might mistake it for a full room rather than a carriage.
"O~ra~bro~ni~!"
Reika called out to me in a sultry, melting voice as she rubbed her cheek against mine.
"Reika..."
When I tried to nudge her away gently, she whipped her head back and forth, throwing a full-on tantrum.
"Aaaang~ Stay stuck to me longer. I missed you so much, Brother."
"Tsk. Don't act so cheap, Reika."
Reika scoffed at Garcia's words.
She'd been primping her makeup and spritzing perfume right up until she called for Brother—now pretending she didn't care was just absurd.
"...Mother. Why not drop the pointless pride and throw yourself at Brother right now? You've been training hard; your tits are way firmer than before."
"...This mother has no plans to do anything like that in a carriage."
"Oh? For someone saying that, you look awfully eager."
"Reika. Hallucinations now, too? I'll summon a doctor when we get home."
"No need. Look—your lips are curved up, Mother."
Garcia clapped a hand over her mouth in surprise at Reika's words, but the gesture alone proved her point.
"Pfft... Ah, my apologies."
"Reika...!!"
Garcia gnashed her teeth at her daughter's mocking laugh.
'...And they're off again.'
I let out a sigh at the mother-daughter standoff that kicked off the second they laid eyes on me.
"Enough. Both of you, behave."
"Yes~ Brother."
I planted Reika in the seat beside me and looked up to meet Garcia's gaze.
"...Mother, how did you find out about the invitation ceremony?"
"I have eyes and ears... Every noble around is heading there—how could I not know?"
Garcia replied with a slight pout.
In truth, I'd half-expected her to catch wind of the invitation ceremony.
'No way it stays hidden...'
Just her tea parties drew plenty of Carnea parents.
'But...'
Garcia had the sharp instincts honed from years in high society.
She had to know what it meant that I hadn't sent an invite—yet here she was, ignoring it. No clue why.
I narrowed my eyes and fixed her with a stare.
"...Weird. I didn't send an invitation."
"W-well, you never know? Maybe it got lost en route, or you forgot to send it..."
Garcia couldn't meet my eyes, fully aware it was a flimsy excuse.
I itched to snap back, but hadn't I decided just earlier to let it slide so long as no drama erupted?
I huffed a short sigh and asked Garcia,
"Haa... So why didn't Emma come along? She'd have wanted to."
Under normal circumstances, inquiring after a mere maid to Calliope's lady and daughter would be unthinkable—but Emma was no ordinary maid.
She was my direct hire, tasked with keeping tabs on this mother-daughter duo.
Daytime status tilted their way, sure—but nights belonged to Emma.
"Emma's in the middle of officially taking over as head maid, so she couldn't leave the estate."
"She told me to pass on her regards, Brother. Oh, and if you're curious—Cale's doing fine. Even dating these days."
Reika beamed as she butted in.
I scowled and shot back,
"Cale's dating?"
"Yep. He's always been useless with a personality like a mutt, but that face of his? Solid. The chastity belt's mellowed him out, and now noble ladies are fawning over him."
...Couldn't argue that.
Looks-wise, Cale didn't lose out to anyone.
The real shock was him failing to land even one girl despite that face and the Calliope name.
"Anyway, a Ferris lady confessed to Cale... and he just dropped his pants and flashed the chastity belt."
I couldn't believe my ears at Reika's tale.
"Hold up... He whipped it out and showed her the belt? Just like that?"
"Yes! Total psycho move, right, Brother?!"
Reika cackled, gleefully trashing Cale.
Hard to disagree, though.
'Fucking lunatic.'
I'd locked that belt on him to keep him in line—not so he could parade it for his freak kinks.
"Eh, the Ferris girl's nuts too. Agreed to date him anyway. Something about 'semen management'—grossed me out, so I tuned out the details."
How the hell was I supposed to process this?
Cale sprouts some twisted fetish, but hey, at least he found a girl who rolls with it?
"Alright, Brother. Stories can wait—focus on Reika now."
"Reika...?"
"C'mon, you know... I can't hold back anymore."
Reika straddled my lap, looped her arms around my neck, and purred seductively.
"...Brother. Any hole you want right now. Cleaned 'em spotless with slime before Carnea. Front, back—pick your poison."
I shut my eyes for a beat, weighing the temptation, then said,
"...Back it is."
Reika lit up with a grin and shot Garcia a triumphant look.
"See, Mother? Told you!"
"...Fine. Never figured anal first thing."
I frowned at their baffling exchange, and Reika clapped her hands, launching into an explanation.
"Oh! Brother, I made a bet with Mother—which hole you'd hit first."
"...Thought it'd be pussy first, at least one load..."
"Brother loves trying new stuff, though? Anyway, I won—so pound me first!"
Reika snuggled in laughing, but I set my face stone-cold and growled,
"...Cheeky bitch."
Obedient sex slaves now, sure—but back in round one, Reika and Garcia had offed my big bro and taken a swing at me too.
"Bro...ther?"
I could slack off other times, but in bed? Time to yank the leash tight.
"...Since when do you bitches pick the order?"
I amped up the anger on purpose, and Reika flinched hard.
"D-don't be mad, Brother... W-we just..."
"...Guess I need to drill it in: I decide. Mother—over here."
At my summons, Reika went sheet-white while Garcia bloomed with delight.
"...Yes. My son..."
"B-brother... th-then what about me..."
"Your funeral. Can't wait? Grab a dildo."
"I can't! Mother broke it!"
"I-I never broke it, you little liar...!"
"If not you, then who?!"
"I've told you a hundred times—I didn't! Washed it, stored it fine, but come morning? Smashed!"
One listen, and I pegged the culprit.
'...Emma.'
Shed eyed that dildo from day one—guess she swiped it for a joyride.
'But how do you even break one...'
I shook my head, faked dipping into my inner pocket, and fished out the spare I'd stashed in the shadows.
"Reika. Catch."
"B-brother... Y-you carry... dildos on you?"
"...."
Hit me then: to anyone else, I looked like a total maniac toting sex toys.
I rumbled low to shut her trap.
"Shut your hole and stuff your pussy."
"...Hnnng... Y-yes... Brother... Shutting up... pussy-stuffing now... hnng..."
With Reika muzzled, I turned back to Garcia—who'd hiked her dress to her waist, ass thrust out and ready.
"...Cl-clean... all prepped... anytime you want..."
True to her word, her asshole gleamed pink and pristine, like flower petals.
I tested her twitching hole with a finger.
"...Nngh...!"
"Mother, really your first? Slid right in."
"F-fir... first time! Really... first!"
"...Unlike me, you weren't a virgin—so yeah, Brother's got reason to doubt."
Reika poked.
If Garcia'd been a virgin, she wouldn't have birthed Reika.
"...Reika. Didn't I say shut it and fuck your cunt? One more peep without leave, and it's dildos only till the ceremony's done."
"Ngh...! S-sorry... Forgive me... Brother..."
"...R-really... virgin back here."
Dunno if "ass virgin" even counted.
Still, she sounded miffed at the doubt, voice cracking tearfully.
Didn't matter. Playtime started—no holding back.
"Then explain. Why'd it take so easy?"
I twisted my lips in a smirk and demanded.