Like Father, Like Son
A countless number of beastly friends began gathering before me. Boars. Snakes. Eagles. Sparrows. Dogs. Cats. Before I knew it, a whole menagerie had assembled in front of me. They let out cries of confusion, wondering what was going on.
"Oink oink oink!"
"Kyaaooook!"
"Haaahaaak!"
"Chirp chirp!"
"Meow~."
"Ed...ward......Oppa..."
"Hey, someone shut that bastard up and rip off the wig right now."
[The genre almost changed there.]
'How ominous.'
I hurriedly yanked the wig off the dog's head. The dog immediately started barking like nothing had happened. What a relief. I showed the beasts the photo I'd gotten from the lizard beastman earlier.
"If any of you find this guy, let me know."
The beasts began studying the photo intently. Their expressions varied. One looked like it wanted to hunt and eat it. Another looked disgusted. One seemed annoyed that it had to search for something so repulsive. Then I noticed a female boar that wasn't paying attention, so I held the photo up to her.
"Hey, this looks like another pig. What do you think?"
"Oink?"
"Want me to set you up on a blind date?"
The female boar examined the photo of the president's son carefully—then spat on it.
"...There's only one of him, you damn bastard."
She spat on the photo. Then she strongly protested to me. This was an insult to all boars. She turned her head sharply, refusing to meet my eyes, as if she didn't want that disgusting thing in her sight.
While I was wondering what to do with the saliva-covered photo, a solution appeared. The escort elf who'd run away earlier was now climbing the mountain toward us.
"Escort Elf, perfect timing. Could you come over here for a moment?"
"What seems to be the matter?"
As she approached, I wiped the boar's spit off the photo onto her clothes. The escort elf screamed and bolted back down the mountain.
"...Shinwoo, she's still an escort. Is it okay to treat her like that?"
"Darling! You did great! Their discipline has been slipping anyway—they've been stealing my food!"
"The camp folks are all a bunch of idiots."
"...This lady agrees with Lady Hyeji."
"Anyway, let's do another headcount. Raise your hand if you're not here."
At a glance, it looked like everyone who could gather had gathered, aside from the usual stragglers. While I was checking numbers, Piece suddenly asked me a question.
[Where did Captain Rat go last time?]
'Apparently the Plus subscriber count dropped, so he's busy at the countermeasures committee.'
[Tell him to fix the subtitles first.]
Meanwhile, a stag was pacing anxiously, saying his wife was missing. He looked like he was terrified something terrible had happened to her. We decided to search for both the president's son and the doe at the same time.
We hadn't been searching long when good news arrived. Someone had spotted the president's son at a lake inside the mountain. The discovery came when a dog followed the smell of rotten oil and found a massive lump of flesh floating in the lake that looked like the president's son. Since the stag looking for his wife knew the lake's location, we headed there together.
"Oh! It's pretty big!"
"Darling! Let's wreck this place with battery fishing!"
"Shinwoo, wait. I learned from Cle how to catch fish with bombs."
"Finding the person comes first right now. Don't get too excited."
"......Confucius, put down the fishing rod you're holding first."
"If we fish here, we might run into a red Gyarados."
The lake we found in the mountains was stunning. It sparkled like finely ground glass had been scattered across it, and its surface reflected everything like a clear mirror. The sun. Trees. Grass. Birds flying overhead. In the distance, a small reflection of a doe. And finally, a massive lump of fat.
'......Fat?'
[Did that idiot writer mess up the description again?]
— I wrote it properly, you bastard.
'No, this time it was written correctly.'
[Hmm. Then what is that incongruous thing?]
On the opposite shore of the lake stood a doe and a massive lump of fat. Yes. Exactly the ones we'd been looking for. But the atmosphere between them wasn't good. The president's son was unilaterally beating the doe, trying to drag her away by force. It looked like a kidnapping scene.
'Good thing we left the stag waiting outside, just in case.'
[Indeed. He would've charged in if he'd seen this.]
"Shinwoo, what are you going to do about that?"
"Can you record it? We might need it as evidence."
"At this distance, I could snipe him right now."
"......Just record it."
Hearing my words, Jung Ayeon started recording with her phone. Since we'd found our target, we began slowly circling around to the other side of the lake.
"Shinwoo, that looks pretty serious."
"This lady thinks so as well."
"Let's turn that into tonkatsu!"
"Let's walk a little faster."
The president's son still hadn't noticed our approach from the opposite shore. He kept hitting the doe until she collapsed from exhaustion. Then he rummaged through his pockets, pulled out several cable ties, and bound the doe's legs tightly—specifically forcing them apart. After that, he started fumbling with his pants.
'Ah, fuck. Like father, like son!'
[My dear, we must prevent NTR!]
'NTR combined with bestiality? What kind of fucked-up combo is that!'
Realizing what the president's son was about to do, I quickly circulated mana through my legs. I could feel far more mana flowing much faster than before. It was probably thanks to the mana tattoo engraved on the top of my foot last time. When I dashed forward in that state, my body moved at a speed incomparable to before. Thanks to that, I closed the distance to the president's son and the doe in an instant—close enough to clearly see their current condition.
The doe didn't look good. She was covered in large and small wounds from resisting. Her breathing was so faint it was barely audible even up close. Only her faintly trembling body proved she was still alive.
In contrast, the president's son wore an utterly repulsive expression. Greedy eyes. Dirty cheeks trembling with anticipation. Opaque fluid running down the side of his face. A mouth stretched wide with ecstasy. And his male organ slowly beginning to swell.
'You fucking hack writer, don't describe the last part!!!'
[What a dogshit description!!!!]
— Sorry.
The president's son still hadn't noticed me. Instead, he reached out toward the doe with his thick, swollen hand, completely dominated by his lower head. As he slowly caressed the doe, he muttered,
"Hehe... don't worry. The pain will only last a moment."
Seeing the president's son about to commit the act, my body accelerated even faster than before. I launched into a powerful jump, extending my foot toward him in the famous Rider Kick pose from Japanese visual media.
"Because of you, the entire webtoon adaptation plan is ruined!! You pig bastard!!!"
— BOOOOOOM!!!!!!
"Kweeeeeeeeeck!!!!!"
Just before the president's son could take his final step, my kick landed squarely on his head. Sent flying by the powerful blow, he let out a scream befitting his appearance as he soared into the distance. Thanks to his nearly spherical body and heavy mass, he didn't stop even after hitting the ground—he just kept rolling and tumbling.
"Kghhh..."
When he finally stopped moving, the president's son groaned in pain. Honestly, I'd half-intended to kill him, so it was surprising he was still breathing.
'Whoa, he's alive.'
[He must've inherited his father's durability.]
I quickly approached the doe. Materializing a dagger from the 5 o'clock position of my mana tattoo, I immediately cut through the cable ties and freed her. The doe, suddenly liberated, looked bewildered as she slowly got to her feet. Once she roughly grasped the situation, she began thanking me. Just then, the stag who'd been waiting impatiently arrived at the lake, spotted the doe, and rushed over frantically. Tears streaming down his face showed how worried he'd been. The two deer embraced each other, repeatedly thanked me, and left the lake together.
At the same time, my companions arrived. They began speaking to me urgently.
"Young Master, how do you intend to handle this after doing such a thing!"
"Shinwoo, why did you do that?"
"I couldn't help it. How could I just watch that?"
Hyeji shouted in disappointment.
"I was going to test whether that thing even works first!"
"......Jung Ayeon, edit that part out of the recording."
"Darling! After you cook it all, just give me the bacon!"
"Edit that out too."
We approached the president's son, who was still groaning. This time he noticed us. Opening what looked like eye sockets, he pointed at me while lying on the ground.
"You! You! What the hell are you doing!!"
"I'm Jesus."
I immediately grabbed the president's son by his hair. Unlike his completely bald father, the son still had a bit of seaweed left to grab. "I'm going to make you walk soon." I started dragging him. Unable to resist my grip strength and the pulling force, the president's son was forced to stand and follow. It was the miracle of Jesus making the paralytic walk—happening right here at the Academy. I dragged the president's son to the edge of the lake, tripped him forward with my leg, grabbed him by the hair again, and made eye contact.
"What were you trying to do here?"
"Do you think I'll talk?!"
The president's son was full of fear, yet displayed an unyielding will to never answer. I smiled menacingly.
"If you don't want to die, you'd better talk."