She was no different from a beast

Chapter 11

—–CROW—– 

The day after witnessing the spectacle of Yuri’s father and his fishing buddies drunkenly cuddling together outside their tents…

I bowed to the men who were soothing their stomachs with honey-deodeok tea made from the honey and deodeok I’d gathered the previous day.

“Hello~”

“Ugh, yeah. Yeah. You’re that… Hercules, right?”

“Yes! Tonggumi’s Hercules!”

Wow, my nickname has spread even to people I don’t know!

“Wow. Our daughter. Now she’s even raiding beehives. Didn’t your mom scold you?”

“I’ll get the rest of my scolding when I get home.”

But Dad, you were there too, right? Shouldn’t we share the scolding equally?

“Ah, come on. I’m just kidding. How could a little kid like you raid a beehive?”

“Dad. Dad. Yuna… she can even make holes in trees with her fingers.”

“??”

“And she runs super fast on two legs!”

“Now what’s that supposed to mean?”

Yuri’s dad looked at Dad and me, as if questioning Yuri’s testimony.

Dad and I tilted our heads at his questioning look.

‘Sure, extracting tree sap with a finger poke is superhuman, but…’

Isn’t running on four legs faster than on two… common sense?

Apparently not.

There’s always that one person… at school, in society, everywhere.

The type who does things others can’t and goes, ‘?? Why can’t everyone do this?’

If they’re young, like teenagers or inexperienced 20-somethings, they’re usually just annoying show-offs trying to boost their ego…

But I’m not trying to show off or anything.

Here’s a perfect example.

Sometimes at the gym, you see a newbie struggling to lift even a light dumbbell, and some gym rats will genuinely wonder, ‘Crazy. Why can’t they do that?’

It’s similar to that.

Normal people can’t do it, obviously, but for me, it’s everyday life. My brain is fried, and my common sense is warped!

With pure, innocent curiosity, devoid of malice or mockery, the newbies and regular people can’t comprehend this madness. Sometimes they’re curious, sometimes terrified.

“Our kid is pretty… robust.”

“Ah, yes, yes…”

Hearing the dazed, half-hearted replies to testimonies that couldn’t be simply explained by “robustness,” I thought… Hmm.  This can’t be helped.

I can’t let these weak city folk think I’m just bragging.

I have to show them what real robustness is.

This is important for Yuri too.

Kids need to be raised strong and healthy so they don’t get sick easily and can withstand the hardships of adult life.

A child’s education depends on friends, but also on the parents!

“Dad. Dad. Did you eat breakfast?”

“Huh? No. Ugh, I’m craving something spicy… I was thinking of just adding water and chili powder to the leftover spicy fish stew broth.”

Perfect! Just wait a minute!

I stretched with some toe touches, tossed off my jacket, and tumbled into the ocean! Splash!

Ignoring the screams from Yuri and the men above, I entered the blue sea.  Fish were already swimming in the early morning, and…  I spotted an octopus!

The brown, eight-tentacled, suckered star of spicy fish stew made eye contact with me.

‘?? Why is someone from the humble land in these precious waters?’

‘Hungry.’

‘Aha.’

Having reached a mutual understanding through eye contact, it was time to catch it.

I’ll be modest today. Just one octopus.

Fish would add flavor and quantity, but the stew might become too much of a hodgepodge.

‘Why are you coming towards me?’

‘Hungry.’

‘Aha.’

Finally realizing it had been cast as the main ingredient for today’s meal, the octopus squirted black ink in my face and tried to escape… Hehe!  Not so fast!

A mere land-dwelling human chasing a native sea creature through the water!

The other fish blinked their eyes.

Wait.  Is this real life?

Dunno. Another human fishing, I guess.

Is a human catching an octopus directly also fishing?

Dunno.

The fish kept their distance, marveling at this bizarre sight. It didn’t take long before I grabbed the octopus, secured it in my panties to prevent escape, and emerged from the sea.

“Dad! Octopus!”

“Wow, you caught a good one. But putting it in your panties… really?”

“Wouldn’t it appreciate a warm-up before it goes in the pot?”

“The pot will be warm too. I think it’d prefer the cold ocean.”

“Ah!”

I didn’t think of that! Sorry, Mr. Octopus!

Dad, looking accustomed to this, took the octopus, washed it, and started preparing it.

Wow. Dad’s a true Ulleungdo islander now! When I was a toddler, he used to freak out at the sight of live fish.

“Wow. She really caught that. Yuri, can you do that?”

“N-No way! I can’t even swim!”

The octopus, after briefly experiencing the terrestrial landscape, was then deliciously enjoyed by Dad, his friends, and Yuri. Clap clap.

Back home, Dad and I, as expected, got chewed out by Mom for staying out so late… Wait. Dad got spanked too?

Seeing a grown man, who could pass for someone in his early 20s based on his appearance, getting his pants pulled down and spanked by a beautiful woman… was quite a sight.

“Ouch. Mom’s hand is so spicy. Why is our daughter so fine?”

“Aren’t you just weak, Dad?”

“Isn’t our daughter just too strong?”

Dinner was at home. While Mom busily prepared the meal in the kitchen, Dad and I set the table and chatted.

It was a bit strange that the topic of conversation was Mom’s “hand skills”… specifically, her spanking skills.

“Really, honey. Why do you keep saying that in front of the child?! Yuna is only seven!”

“But it really hurts!”

“Right, Mom! Even if you’re a dad who gets spanked by Mom in front of his seven-year-old daughter, you have to be understanding!”

“?? Daughter?”

Dad, isn’t it a bit embarrassing to get spanked by your wife in front of your seven-year-old?

Learn some shame!

Dad blinked, looking crestfallen at being betrayed by his supposed ally.

“Phew, it’s good that Yuna made a friend. You should stay close with Yuri, okay?”

“Okay! Next time, I’ll take her to the mountains again and give her delicious food!”

A pause.

“…You need to behave, okay?”

Was it my imagination, or did Mom’s gentle hand, stroking my hair, falter for a moment?

But eating honey and deodeok in the mountains is relatively well-behaved, right?

I didn’t climb any cliffs or jump into the ocean~

Mom definitely approves of that much.

I nuzzled my head against Mom’s warm, comforting hand and smiled.

…But now that I look closely, didn’t Mom’s breasts get bigger?

‘Bigger than that?’

Is that even possible with K-genes?

I’ll ask Mom to bathe with me later and check with my own eyes.

It’s not for any perverse reason, but… how should I put it?

‘I inherited Mom’s genes, so it’d be weird if I got that big too.’

It might be enjoyable to look at, but carrying around watermelons like that… it seems like a burden.

I’ve adapted to my penis-less body since I was a baby. I can’t pee standing up, I sit down to pee, and it’s more comfortable to sit with my legs closed than open. I’m used to those little things.

But having huge breasts like Mom in the future… I don’t think I can adapt to that.

For example, I absolutely refuse to wear skirts.

That’s my bottom line.  I might have to wear a school uniform later, but for now, no way.

I’m an open-minded, free-spirited water deer, but the breeze on my lower body is still too much for me.

Mom hasn’t suggested it since I practically had a seizure when she tried to put me in a skirt once.

“Mom.”

“Yes? What is it, Yuna?”

“I don’t want to have big breasts like you.”

“Pfft!!”

“Cuddling and looking at them is nice, but… they look so heavy.”

“Hahaha! Our daughter! So smart! That’s right! Breasts might look nice, but they’re a real hassle. Back when Mom was dating Dad, she used to ask him to hold them up whenever no one was around…  Aaargh!!!”

*Crack!*

“Honey! There’s nothing you can’t say in front of the child!!”

Whoa. That backhand slap sounded brutal.

Dad, are you still alive?

Mom placed the slightly cooled stir-fried squid on the table. I poked Dad’s limp waist.  Our peaceful, warm dinner was ready.

By the way, when I went to bathe with Mom and saw her breasts… wow.

‘They’re bigger than my head!!’

I understood why she asked Dad to hold them up.  Their majestic size left me speechless.

Getting that big like Mom is… a bit much.

—–CROW—– 

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