Meat (1)

Could the term ‘earthquake pupils’ ever be more fitting? She was literally embodying the word ‘confusion’ perfectly. All she could do was parrot the same question like a bird. Cecilia’s eyes were shaking violently.

“Mom, you say?”

The pungent smell of chestnut blossoms stung my nose.

Her outfit barely covered her, nipples and underwear visible in a vulgar display.

She looked cheap enough to pass for a street hooker.

“…Well, for now. I’m being called Mom, anyway.”

I chuckled at the gaze crawling over me. A mom created later than her daughter. This family tree was a mess.

“No, never mind. What am I doing?”

But just saying it made me feel incredibly resistant. My stomach churned every time I saw Aileen grinning like that. I wondered if we could even live together.

“Yujin.”

“Uhm, yes?”

“Why the honorifics? Too lazy to think, so use some Clean magic on me.”

Hajin said, swiping at the semen flowing between her thighs. Tasting it, it was still sticky. It was still bland and fishy, but smelling that nasty odor reminded me of being gang-raped, which made me involuntarily excited.

“…”

Cecilia’s face turned red.

‘Semen…?’

Why was she eating that, no. That wasn’t the issue. Her outfit was vulgar. I compared her to a street hooker, but even they wouldn’t dress like that.

“Pfft… cough, heh… Yes. I understand.”

Yujin finally burst into laughter she’d been holding back. Aileen’s expression changed to one of slight pity. Hajin frowned at this incomprehensible scene and pouted-

“-‘Mom’ is really high-maintenance.”

Cecilia and I sighed simultaneously.

“Really, Mom? This person? The one who holds all the power in Lecan- no, that’s.”

“It’s bullshit, so fall for it.”

“Bullsh-, yes?”

This bitch was up to her usual nonsense again. Hajin, realizing it instantly, pouted and sneered.

“Do you like acting like a daughter after giving birth?”

A look of contempt.

Yujin squirmed under the gaze that treated her like trash.

“Uhm, it’s not bad. I didn’t know I had a talent for contempt.”

“Crazy bitch.”

“Bringing drugs into the house is okay, though?”

“How did you-“

• Tuk.

The waist I reflexively touched was empty.

* *

Cecilia, having tasted the Magic Fruit, bowed deeply and expressed her extreme gratitude, promising to repay me and never forget my kindness, but unfortunately, she didn’t pique my interest. However, instead, reflecting Aileen’s opinion, it was settled that I would spend a night with her.

The reason Cecilia was making such a fuss was that Magic Fruits only bear fruit when the essence of nature gathers in one place. No one knows when that will be. It could be decades, or even centuries. It was like a lucky encounter in a martial arts novel.

…That didn’t mean she became incredibly strong. An ordinary magician can’t absorb even a tenth of the natural essence contained in the Magic Fruit. Cecilia was the same. So, I thought about helping her absorb it for a while, but I stopped because it could mess up the balance between her magic and mind.

That’s how the night passed.

The wary look in her eyes was still there, but thanks to Aileen’s sociability, we were able to have a girly night. We chatted, stroked each other’s hair, and ate muffins. I was the one being stroked, but anyway. It was quite amicable.

“…When did you take it?”

Until Hajin came.

• Doongshil doongshil.

“It’s a bit strong for a human… Hmm. Is it not for humans?”

I muttered, grabbing the syringe floating in the air. As I pressed the plunger of the syringe, a transparent liquid spurted out. I dabbed it on my finger and tasted it; it was incredibly bitter.

“…It’s an awakening agent for Ain.”

At that moment, Cecilia’s eyes turned fierce as she spoke.

“Does eonni know about this?”

“Haa, it’s a prohibited item. Getting caught means suspension.”

It seemed to be a pretty troublesome item.

“Ah, I confiscated it! Don’t misunderstand!”

Chwareureuk! She snatched the syringes lined up in the air. Hajin shouted, her face flushed red.

“Enough, just wash yourself! Are you going to stay like that?!”

I chuckled and snapped my fingers. The snap sound rang out clearly, and the semen covering Hajin’s body disappeared cleanly.

“…Her clothes changed?”

And she changed her clothes too. Not the maid outfit for sexual favors, but a proper maid outfit. A black dress that reached her ankles and a white apron over it. Thanks to that, Cecilia’s face, which had nowhere to look, became comfortable.

“You weren’t planning on going around dressed like that, were you? Hehe. Mom is something else.”

“…I’m seriously asking, aren’t you embarrassed?”

“Well… I was getting tired of it anyway.”

It’s fun, but that’s it.

If it were a son instead of a daughter, I might feel some forbidden pleasure.

“I feel a little guilty for deceiving you all the time, so should we stop the prank here?”

I snapped my fingers again.

• Hwareureuk.

Her clothes burned away, replaced by a dress as black as could be. A cool off-shoulder dress that revealed her collarbones and shoulders. Her slender arms were exposed below her elbows, and a black skirt with small frills and spiral embroidery spread out.

It was the outfit I wore when I was active as ‘Lord Yujin of Lecante’. I shyly covered my slightly exposed cleavage with my palm and opened my mouth.

“I greet Cecilia of the Amelda family’s Golden Branch.”

A mere Baron greets the daughter of a Marquis family.

“I am Yujin, the owner of Lecante. I am a commoner-born founder who did not inherit the family name, so I have no surname. Please forgive my rudeness until now.”

Cecilia tried to shake her head, saying it was okay, but soon fell silent, only moving her lips. It was just a mere Baron, but she offered an apology, even mentioning her flimsy status. She had to give a clear answer according to etiquette.

“…Amelda Cecilia, I accept the apology.”

“Thank you. If the Third Prince’s banquet ends, you are welcome to come to Lecante as much as you like. Here, this is a handkerchief with my seal on it.”

Come to think of it, is this my first diplomacy?

Cecilia was the only noble I had revealed my identity to and met face-to-face.

“And, Amelda?”

“Yes?”

“You’ll get along well with Aileen, right?”

The last words were dry. A threat that could be understood because it lacked emotion. Cecilia swallowed hard and nodded.

‘Should I wrap things up roughly?’

It’s not like Aileen caused trouble with bad intentions, and she made a friend like this, so I’ve confirmed everything I needed to confirm.

It was a bit disappointing that Shuriel couldn’t come here, but my work had doubled due to my promise with Hairak. The fact that I was officially active meant that he also had to be active as a partner of Lecante.

‘I have some free time for a while…’

The Imperial Palace isn’t that far, so it would be nice to stay with Aileen.

“Aileen.”

“Yes, Mom!”

The way she answered with a vibrant voice was just like a puppy. I stroked Aileen, who was rubbing her face against my chest, and said.

“I’ll stay with you until the first day of next week.”

“Waaah-! Really-?!”

“And even when I’m not here, Hajin will be here for you. You can play with her as much as you want. She looks like that, but she’s sturdy.”

Am I a toy? Hajin grumbled.

* *

I didn’t go outside the room. Partly because seeing the bright and cheerful students gave me severe depression, but also because just being with Aileen was very busy.

Aileen would rush home after finishing her life at the academy. She would often leave her seat with Shuriel’s handkerchief, but I didn’t look into it separately. Seeing Aileen’s face suspiciously red when she returned, well. I don’t want to think about it. I would have sternly warned her if she was like that in front of Shuriel, but I didn’t want to say anything here.

“Hehe. Then I’ll wait anytime. More than that, can’t I attend the banquet? Amelda said she’s going….”

“I’m sorry. Only those who received an invitation can go.”

Cecilia was either intimidated by me or felt dizzy from Hajin’s shocking outfit, as she never visited again after her first visit. Seeing that she didn’t come even when I put her in decent clothes instead of a service uniform, there must have been another reason.

“…Euehe.”

…Hajin.

She’s addicted to drugs. After alcohol, it’s drugs. I don’t know how far she’s going to fall.

Hajin’s room had long become a drug manufacturing lab. When you go in, the rising steam stings your nose, and the white powder flying around makes you feel dizzy. She mixes all sorts of things based on stimulants, but I don’t know where she gets the ingredients. Did she get them from the Iron Bear Tribe?

“Just don’t get caught. And don’t lure the bear cubs down the wrong path. You might get screwed.”

“Ue… Gaa…? Going is gooood… Heeee….”

• Ttak!

As I snapped my fingers, the drug components were rapidly purified.

“…Uh, ra?”

“If you’re going to do drugs, take out the addictiveness. Are you going to live as a drug addict for the rest of your life?”

“Ah, eugh. It was the best part. Tsk.”

“Wipe up what you spilled and then talk.”

Hajin scratched her head, looking at the vaginal fluid that had soaked the floor.

“This one’s a bit weak. The strong ones make me cum five times in a minute….”

Drugs, huh. I develop a tolerance when I do them, so it ends with a one-time thing. Reconstructing gets rid of the tolerance, but it gets boring. I get tired of doing the same thing over and over again. It’s the same with drugs; once I do it, I don’t think about doing it again.

“Do you want to try it once?”

“Do you know that sounds like something a loser would say?”

“…Is that so?”

Hearing her say that makes me interested, but still, drugs are a bit much. Drugs shine the most when someone forces them on you. If you voluntarily get addicted to drugs, it doesn’t taste as good.

“Ah, and.”

Then, Hajin said, stroking her womb.

“Can you strengthen the Reconstruction Art a bit?”

“Why?”

“I feel sorry for the bear cubs… I want to feed them something delicious.”

“What does that have to do with the Reconstruction Art….”

Ah, is that so.

“Be careful not to die. Unlike me, you can’t use Spiritualization.”

She was slow on the uptake.

I nodded and snapped my fingers.

Blue light permeated Hajin’s body.

“Done. Want to try it out?”

“Try it out? Um, then lightly below the elbow–“

I created a blade and threw it like a shuriken.

“–Keuheup?!”

• Seogeok!

Chwaak! Bright red blood splattered. Hajin shuddered, even gagging. But that was only for a moment; bubbles boiled from the cut surface, and new flesh sprouted.

“Haa, heu, eugeuk… Say something before you cut, ssibaal….”

“It’s rapid reconstruction, so you might feel like your energy is being sucked out when it regenerates.”

“Heueu, ha. Okay. Thank you.”