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Chapter 223: Dad v/s Daddy



Chapter 223: Dad v/s Daddy

Kaisen's eyes narrowed as the new guy made his entrance. Teasing women? Sure, that's all in good fun. But straight-up slapping one? That's where he drew the line.

He had expected some spineless pushover based on Rony's earlier remarks—after all, the kid had mentioned how this guy didn't even flinch when the village Elder mocked him.

But what Kaisen saw now was anything but a doormat.

"Momma!"

Ronali darted toward her mother, who was on the ground, rubbing her cheek like she was just dealing with an annoying itch rather than a slap to the face.

There wasn't a single tear or sign of defiance, almost as if this was a regular Tuesday evening.

"It was me who brought him here. You don't have to punish Mom for that!"

Ronali shouted, her voice thick with desperation. She turned to face her dad, who was still glaring at her mother like she'd just insulted his favorite beer.

And then, as if on cue, another slap echoed through the hut, barely drowned out by the relentless downpour outside.

Slap.

Ronali clutched her face, her eyes wide with terror as she stumbled backward. Silence fell over the room like a heavy blanket.

This wasn't the first time she'd faced her father's wrath, and she knew all too well that standing up to him when he was in one of his moods was like poking a bear with a stick. A really angry bear.

She turned her gaze back to Kaisen, and guilt washed over her. She had invited him here, thinking he'd be safe, and now he was about to witness the darker side of her tribe.

The side that wasn't just about playful teasing and furry tails.

"Momma...?"

Rony's small voice broke the tension as he shuffled into the hall, rubbing his sleepy eyes. The sight of his mother and sister on the ground, cheeks flushed red from slaps, made fear bubble up inside him like a bad potion.

"What's happening, Dad?" he asked, his voice trembling like a leaf in a storm.

The man didn't respond, and that silence was more terrifying than any shout.

Rony, now shaking with fear, slowly crawled over to his mother, clinging to her waist like she was the only thing keeping him from being swept away by a tidal wave. He buried his head in her bosom, trying to hide from the storm that was his father.

"What have I told you about tarnishing our family name? Every single day I have to remind you."

the man spat, his voice trembling—not with fear, but with a cold, simmering rage.

"If not for me, you'd have ruined us completely."

His anger was the kind that made your bones rattle, the kind that didn't need yelling to be terrifying. It was calm, cold, and worse than any scream could be.

"And you have the audacity to bring a cursed being like him here? That too, serving him at our table? Have you lost your mind, woman?"

Rony's fear grew with each word.

He knew this version of his father too well—the one who let the village elders walk all over him but took out his frustration on his poor mother and, sometimes, his sister too.

This wasn't just anger; it was the kind of cold fury that left no room for escape, no crack to slip through.

Rony had had enough. He was done with the idea of handing over his sister to some pompous jerk connected to the village elders.

He didn't want to become a man like the one standing before him.

The small head buried in Rodalina's bosom turned, his gaze locking onto the human by the table. There was a burning anger in those young eyes, but beneath that, a spark of something more—courage.

The human met Rony's gaze and nodded slowly, as if silently urging him to take a stand. Rony had seen this man use his powers, but never in a cruel or abusive way like his father did.

Despite being stronger, this guy had never forced anything on Rony, never even cussed at him. Hell, he'd even beaten Rony in a fair race that Rony himself had challenged him to.

Rony admired that. He didn't want to be someone who abused power; he wanted to be someone who used it for the right reasons.

And if he didn't act now, he might never get another chance.

Taking a deep breath, Rony sprang to his feet. Rodalina sensed something was up and tried to catch her son, but she was too late.

Rony's nimble legs hit the ground running, and he spread his arms wide, blocking his dad from getting anywhere near his mom and sister.

"If you want to punish anyone, then take me! I was the first one to see the human, and I was the one who agreed to his terms. Not Oneechan or Mom, but me."

Rodalina and Ronali stared at him in shock, their mouths hanging open like they'd just seen a kitten sprout wings.

Rony never talked back to his father. The kid had been as timid as a mouse around his old man, despite all the lessons on standing up for himself.

This was a first, and it was nothing short of a miracle.

Kaisen glanced down at the kid, a spark of pride flickering in his eyes. The little guy had guts, no doubt about that. But Kaisen knew this wasn't the time to be playing the proud papa figure.

"You dare talk back to me, boy?! Have you forgotten who's the head of this family? If it weren't for me, you wouldn't even be here! And yet, you choose to side with a cursed being like him over your own flesh and blood?"

The man's rage boiled over, and in the next instant, his fist was flying toward Rony, aimed straight at the boy's face. Rony, bracing himself for the impact, squeezed his eyes shut, ready to meet the force head-on.

But the hit never came.

Rony blinked, slowly opening his eyes to see the most unexpected sight. There was Kaisen, cool as a cucumber, standing in front of him, one hand gripping his father's wrist like it was nothing more than a pesky branch.

"Slapping your wife? Only a two-incher does that. Slapping your daughter? Now that's prime loser territory. But slapping your seven-year-old son? That's a whole new low. Congrats, old man, you've hit rock bottom!"

Kaisen's voice was calm, but there was a steel edge to it, the kind that made you think twice before crossing him. The cat dad, towering at the same height, glared back, but the firm grip on his wrist made it clear he wasn't going anywhere.

"And what does any of this have to do with a human like you? This is my family, my business. If you want to keep that ugly mug of yours intact, you'd better keep your nose out of beastkin affairs."

Kaisen's eyebrow twitched, resisting the urge to roll his eyes. What a grade-A hypocrite. The guy was the one throwing a tantrum like a toddler, and now he was acting like Kaisen was the one overstepping? Classic.

"Oh, so you're the head of the family, huh? Or are you just a coward letting the village elder walk all over you?"

Kaisen shot back, a smirk playing on his lips. He wasn't entirely sure where he was going with this, but he could sense the man's anger was a bubbling cauldron of insecurities and unresolved issues.

The way he looked at his wife wasn't the gaze of a loving husband—it was more like a man haunted by the pressure to be the perfect beastkin, forcing that same twisted ideal onto his kids.

The cat daddy's eyes flared up like a firecracker with a grudge.

"A human preaching morals to us beastkin? What a crock of shit! Your kind pillages, rapes, flays us for fun. Peaceful? Please! You humans are the cursed ones, not us. We beastkin have our own values, ones you'll never understand."

Kaisen snorted, his eyes narrowing with a wicked glint.

"Oh, so your morals include smacking around your wife and terrorizing your own kid? Nice values. Real impressive. Do they also teach you how to make a seven-year-old afraid to look his own father in the eye?"

The air between them was thick with tension, like a rubber band stretched to its limit.

Their hands still locked, Kaisen could feel the man's anger pulsing through his veins, like a beast ready to pounce. It was a showdown, and the atmosphere was crackling with electricity.

Everyone else in the room was frozen, eyes wide, hearts racing. This was a first. No one in the family had ever dared to stand up to the cat daddy before.

They had always watched in silent fear as he raged and ruled with an iron paw.

But now, here was this human—this stinky outsider—standing up to the man they all feared, and doing it for them. The sheer audacity of it was enough to make their jaws drop.

Kaisen could feel the tension ratcheting up, and he knew that if he didn't do something quick, things were about to get real ugly. But then, a sly grin spread across his face as an idea slithered into his mind.

He wasn't about to let this turn into a full-on brawl—not when there was a hot milf in the picture.

Time to try something new, something he'd been saving for a rainy day.

'Activate Hypnotic Voice.'

He thought, the words humming in his mind as he prepared to use a skill he'd never tested before.


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