Chapter 277: What In The Wincest?!



A tense silence followed the initial shock, like the calm before a comedic storm.

Both Rodalina and Ronali exchanged a glance, looking at Candy for just a second before the dam broke. Rodalina turned her head, stifling her laughter to avoid offending her elder sister.

But Ronali? Oh, she couldn't hold back. She burst out laughing like a lunatic, her entire body shaking as she pounded on the bed frame with all the finesse of a drunk gorilla.

Then, she aimed her assault at Kaisen's chest, thumping him with every ounce of her strength.

Kaisen winced—not because it hurt (he could shrug off way worse), but because getting hammered in the chest out of nowhere while you're trying to fake unconsciousness was a bit of a buzzkill.

His body could handle it, sure, but his pride? That took a hit. He had no idea what had triggered this barrage of laughter, but he damn well knew Ronali was pissed.

The harder she hit, the louder she laughed, which, of course, confused the hell out of him.

What the hell had he missed?

His eyes were still closed, trying to maintain the whole "I'm totally unconscious and vulnerable" vibe, but now he was dying to peek.

Even with his heightened senses, he couldn't quite figure out what was going on.

But he didn't have to wait long for an explanation—because Candy, bless her unfiltered mouth, was ready to deliver the punchline.

"Wh-why are you two ugly hags laughing?!"

Candy snapped, clearly pissed that her triumphant moment was being undercut by her sisters' mockery.

She was the one with a claim here, dammit, not them.

Rodalina, already halfway out the door, gave her a look like she couldn't care less.

"Sister, someone like him could have a damn queen if he wanted to. Why in the world would he settle for a village harlot?"

She snickered, walking away, clearly done with this conversation and ready to let Candy dig her own grave.

"H-harlot?! You're calling your elder sister a harlot?! You old crone!" Candy yelled, stomping behind her. "I'm telling you, it's true! W-well, not the marriage part, but he definitely grabbed my ass!"

Candy was doubling down now, her voice rising with frustration.

Maybe the marriage thing was a stretch, but that ass grab? She wasn't imagining it. She felt it. Kaisen's hand had gotten more acquainted with her cheeks than she ever expected.

Rodalina spun around, the smirk never leaving her face. "Oh? So now it's just that he grabbed your sagging, half-century-old filthy ass? What's next, sister? You gonna claim he didn't grope you but only saved your ancient ass too?"

"Ronali, come on," she added, turning to her daughter, "give him some space. He's 'sleeping,' and we don't want to overwhelm him with your aunt's delusions."

Rodalina called out for her daughter, trying to save Kaisen from any more harassment.

She knew the poor guy needed space—and her lunatic sister, Candy, was the last thing he needed near him right now.

Honestly, keeping Candy in check was like trying to wrestle a drunk cat.

But as Ronali watched her mom and aunt go at it again like two hormonal teenagers, her eyes couldn't help but drift. And, oh boy, they drifted right where any other pair of eyes would go—straight to the goods.

Aunt Candy was a whole mess of crazy and curves, but her mom? Her mom was on a whole other level.

In her simple tunic, Rodalina wasn't just your average beautiful mom. Nah, she was a damn snack. A whole meal, actually.

Those hips could hypnotize a man into doing dishes, laundry, and fixing the leaky faucet all in one afternoon.

She mentally scolded herself, feeling a mix of confusion, curiosity, and... something else she really didn't want to unpack.

Ronali shook her head, trying to snap out of it, but damn it was hard not to think about her mom's free-jiggling cheeks.

'Get it together.'

She scolded herself, feeling a twinge of inadequacy next to the blatant display of her mother's voluptuous freedom.

She glanced at Kaisen, who was still pretending to be asleep—probably because even he knew if he opened his eyes, he'd be pulled into whatever this chaotic family circus was.

With a sigh, she approached her mother and Aunt Candy, trying to shake off the weird feelings swirling inside her.

The village was slowly recovering from the madness, and people were starting to pick up the pieces.

Camps had been set up, and folks were finally sorting things out after the chaos. Yeah, they were battered and bruised, but at least they'd survived the storm.

Food rations were being handed out, clothes distributed to those who needed them.

And those damn dogs, the ones who hadn't managed to escape or meet their unfortunate end, were now locked up tighter than a nun's chastity belt.

Even the magicians and artisans were pitching in, fixing the weak spots in the bamboo walls, ensuring that no more freakish disasters would breach their defenses.

The village wasn't going to be rebuilt overnight, but with the hero around, these cat-kin had hope. They might have been down, but they weren't out.

Unity, optimism, and maybe a little blind faith in their savior were enough to keep them going.

Meanwhile, Kaisen wasn't having any of it. Helping them rebuild? Hell no.

He'd already saved their furry asses once, wasn't that enough? Now they expected him to roll up his sleeves and start hammering away like some construction worker? Please.

He had more important things to do—like sleep, get pampered by these sexy cat girls, and enjoy his well-earned rest. Let them figure out the rest. He was here for the *perks,* not the heavy lifting.

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Meanwhile, somewhere far from the cozy comforts of lazy hero life...

"Tell me everything that happened... and don't leave out a single detail."

The voice was deep, cold, and absolutely terrifying. It echoed inside the dimly lit tent, as if the walls themselves were cowering from it.

The source of that voice? A massive figure, a literal mountain of a man. One look at him and you could tell he wasn't the type to give second chances.

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This guy was the real deal—Commander, General, whatever the fuck you wanted to call him. He had "I'll crush you without blinking" vibes written all over him.

Kneeling on the ground in front of him, shaking like a leaf, was poor Jacky—a mangy mutt of a creature who had clearly seen better days.

His whole body trembled uncontrollably, and to add insult to injury, his pants were soaked in his own piss.

The General hadn't even laid a hand on him yet, and this sorry excuse of a being had already pissed himself just by looking at the man's legs. Pathetic.

"Y-Y-Yesss... R-Royal G-G-General..."

Jacky stammered, his voice barely audible, teeth chattering like he was freezing despite the suffocating heat in the tent.

This wasn't going to end well for Jacky. Not at all.