Chapter 122: “Rin Turned Your Parents Into Mutants?”

Hanako’s face transformed gradually, her wide-eyed stare softening into something warmer, more impressed.

A slow smile crept across her lips, genuine and bright, lighting up her features as she shook her head in quiet wonder.

Her long black hair cascaded over one shoulder as she let out a soft laugh, the sound breaking the remaining tension like sunlight piercing clouds.

She glanced sideways at Rin for a brief moment, her expression carrying layers of meaning—the calm, capable young man beside her who had already shown his own extraordinary side, and now this younger sister who matched that depth in her own unique way.

"Wow..." "You all are truly amazing.

It really must run in the family.

Rin’s always so steady and powerful in his own way, handling everything without a fuss.

And now you, Chiyo—knowing so much, thinking so clearly, resisting something that would have anyone else completely under its spell.

It’s like this incredible strength just flows through all of you."

Her words hung in the air, warm and appreciative, as she looked between Rin and Chiyo.

The faint scent of the earlier maintenance work still lingered faintly in the room, mixing with the homely aroma of the apartment, grounding the extraordinary conversation in the everyday.

Akane nodded slowly beside her, her hazel eyes reflecting the same impressed glow, her fingers finally relaxing their tight grip on her sweater.

Chiyo’s response came with a light, breezy laugh that filled the space like tinkling bells.

"Haaaa..." She drew out the sound playfully, her cute face breaking into a wide, mischievous grin that showed her small teeth.

Her ponytail bounced as she tilted her head back slightly, the laughter spilling out naturally, her small hands clapping once in her lap as if recalling a fond, absurd memory.

"Just like the other day when Rin turned our parents into mutants for a bit.

It was such a mess, but he fixed it right after. You should have seen their faces!"

The words hung in the modest living room like smoke that refused to clear.

Afternoon sunlight slanted through the half-drawn curtains, painting long golden bars across the worn wooden floor and catching on the faint dust motes that drifted lazily above the low coffee table.

The air still carried that faint, stubborn musk from earlier—something warm and intimate that no amount of quick cleaning could fully erase.

Akane sat frozen on the couch, her thick thighs pressed tight together beneath her dark blue jeans, the fabric of her red sweater suddenly feeling too tight across her chest. Her hazel eyes had gone wide, pupils dilated, as if the sentence had physically struck her.

"Did you just say... Rin turned your parents into mutants?"

Her voice cracked on the last word, pitching higher than she intended.

One hand flew up instinctively to clutch the collar of her sweater, fingers twisting the soft red material as her breath hitched.

The image flashed through her mind unbidden—Rin, calm and powerful, doing something so absurd and terrifying.

Her cheeks burned hotter than when she had first walked in on him naked and glistening with cum.

Beside her, Hanako wasn’t much better.

The older girl’s long black hair had slipped forward over one shoulder, partially hiding her face, but not enough to conceal the way her dark eyes had blown wide open.

Her cardigan sleeves bunched up as she gripped the edge of the couch cushion with white-knuckled fingers, her high ponytail trembling slightly from the sudden tension running through her spine.

A visible shiver rolled down her arms, making the fabric of her beige cardigan shift.

The two girls exchanged a lightning-fast glance, their expressions mirroring pure disbelief mixed with something sharper—curiosity laced with unease.

Akane’s heart hammered so loudly she was sure everyone could hear it.

Rin? Turning people into mutants? The same Rin who sat between them right now, acting like the whole afternoon was just mildly inconvenient? It sounded insane.

And yet... something in Chiyo’s casual delivery made the claim feel dangerously plausible.

Rin, still wedged firmly between them on the couch, turned his head slowly toward his little sister.

His blue eyes narrowed just a fraction, the calm mask he usually wore cracking for the briefest instant.

The look he gave Chiyo was unmistakable—a sharp, sidelong glare that screamed what the hell are you telling them?

His jaw tightened for half a second, the muscles flexing beneath the faint stubble along his chin.

He shifted his weight on the cushions, his gray t-shirt pulling taut across his broad chest as he leaned forward slightly, one elbow resting on his knee.

The movement caused his thigh to press more firmly against Akane’s leg, but he didn’t seem to notice.

"What in the world are you even talking about, Chiyo?"

His voice came out low and measured, each word deliberate, carrying that signature calm tone that somehow made the question feel heavier than it should. He stared straight at her, unblinking, his blue eyes steady but carrying an undercurrent of warning.

The afternoon light caught the damp strands of his blue hair, making them gleam softly as he tilted his head.

For a moment, the room seemed to hold its breath. Muganda paused in the kitchen, her knife hovering mid-slice over a crisp apple, her voluptuous frame still as she glanced over one shoulder.

Inferna’s golden eyes narrowed from her corner spot, tail flicking once with interest.

Even Dracula’s fingers slowed on the tablet screen, though his elegant face remained impassive.

Then Rin’s expression softened.

The corner of his mouth curved upward into a slight, easy smile—the kind that didn’t quite reach his eyes but looked convincing enough from a distance.

He let out a short, breathy chuckle and leaned back against the couch, spreading his arms casually along the backrest so that his fingers nearly brushed both girls’ shoulders.

"Haa... you play too much. Is that even possible?"

He said it lightly, almost dismissively, shaking his head as if the very idea was ridiculous.

But beneath the smile, his mind raced. Of course it was possible.

The memory flickered through his thoughts uninvited—the tense night back in Nara, the desperate situation with their parents, the raw surge of power he had unleashed without fully understanding the consequences.

Turning them into temporary mutants had been a last resort, a chaotic burst of magic that had scared off an entire wave of monsters circling their old home.

The creatures had fled into the shadows, terrified by the unnatural aura radiating from his parents’ altered forms. He had fixed it afterward, of course.

Mostly. But no one outside the family was supposed to know. Especially not Akane and Hanako.