"Tch. You're lucky she's here tonight. Else..."
Else...?
"Go. Don't return. Do not talk to my daughter again. If you do..."
She leaned forwards, whispering into your ear.
"...I'll crush those pathetic balls of you like a bug, and you'll never even have the chance to impregnate another girl."
Your brow creases at the threat to your manhood, the final straw you didn't even know you were at with this woman.
Just as softly and as steadily as Kronii's mother, you told her to go fuck herself.
She scowled a bit and her arm twitched, but somehow you were faster than she was.
You caught her wrist with an iron grip and spun Kronii's mother off of you in a rage, rolling with her until you found yourself sitting on her back with her arm locked behind her back.
The woman struggled and cursed in what you assumed to be the foulest Korean slurs she could think of, but by then you were lost in a rage of your own.
How dare she, tell you what to do, or her daughter even. At this point it wasn't the threat that stoked your anger, but the demand that you never talk to Kronii again.
You wrenched her arm up further, her wince and renewed cursing telling you her shoulder was at its limit.
With as much calm as you could muster, you told Kronii's mother that you were going to marry her daughter, though your rage was evident in your voice.
The woman went still as you spoke, further telling her that while she might not approve, you were going to get Kronii pregnant whether she liked it or not.
She was going to have grandchildren.
She was going to love them.
Last of all she was going to give you her blessing, or so help you god you were going to lay into her in more ways than one.
You brought out of the red haze of your anger by a lilting laugh from.
"Okay, now that's more like it. For a moment I thought you actually would run away."
What?
In that brief moment of confusion, she broke out of your hold and left you dazed on the floor, smiling down at you.
She tossed your pants back to you and said something in Korean.
At your quizzical look, she gave a huff as she left the room, a startled Kronii scrambling out of her way as the door opened.
"Brush up on your Korean, son."
And like that, she was gone, off to the kitchen to prepare dinner you'd expect, leaving Kronii to glance between you and her mother's back.
Kronii sighed in relief.
You just sat there with your dick hanging out still trying to process what the fuck just happened.
You can go to hell, Anon, alternate ending!
This is the first time someone wrote fic for my fic. I'm honoured, and I respect you for taking charge and changing the world as you see fit.
t. tulpanon.