4 When your uncle is a manga villain... or MC?

Vi-biu!

Every door of the car was unlocked as a keyless remote was pressed.

Successively, its owner got into the silver vehicle.

That person was no other than Mr. Bercic of Sebastian's Chemistry class, carrying folders and notebooks.

"What are you two doing?" The man made the question he had had since he peered out of the window.

The doubt was justified to have, because, at the backseat, the siblings Eva and Mr. Red Tomato were one on top of another choking each other.

Make it clear, it was the illicit and no consent kind of choking done to enemies, not the carnal and erotic action of delicately surrounding your finger on the bare neck of that person who yells to be punished...

Just to be sure.

"Hi, uncle Tom." Eva, who came out victorious and unharmed greeted the 43-year-old man.

Meanwhile, Sebastian, who came out non-victorious and non-unharmed was barely breathing.

"I give up! I give up!" His hoarse vocal cords emitted an inaudible sound, but his raised hands made clear his surrender.

Eva finally released him.

"Ha.... uf.....ha....uf....ha...."

That was Sebastian's deep respiration.

Seeing this scene, Thomas Bercic grew a little speechless.

Not knowing if he should still bring back what happened in the classroom today to scold Sebastian. On one hand, he feels like looting a burning house, taking advantage when his nephew is down, but turn to the other side...

"Pfff-hahahahaHAHAHA, you look miserable!" The serious educator laughed from ear to ear at the face of his almost unconscious student, clapping the leather seat to cheer. "Wait, I need to take a picture of this, you look like one of those... what's the name? Ahe... Aheg-something faces."

Yes, this forty-old man was another weeb in the family. Ancient otaku of those who watched bleach when it aired, the first generation of figure and manga collectors, also responsible for dragging his niece to the hole.

"Decrepit old man! What kind of depraved things do you watch with your home wifi!" Eva immediately raised her voice, pointing him with the finger.

"You have a wife, Thomas, and a child! For god's sake, those things are for young people only!" Sebastian roasted too, after composing himself.

"Ah!" Eva suddenly gasped.

It was a sharp inward breath that made both men in the car turn to her.

"I... I just... just remembered that the plots of those doujinshis are about fat and ugly uncles forcing their nieces to... to do..." The girl dropped a crocodile tear and promptly was on alert looking at the adult with distrust while holding an Oscar-level scared aspect on her face.

Thomas's face turned dark-red, feeling attacked by the insinuation. His jaw started to clench too as he realized that he had to be one or another, 'a pervert' or 'a fat and ugly uncle'.

"And some others are about fat and ugly teacher who want to rape students by threatening them with... with photos! Oh, it cannot be! He was about to take us a picture with his phone!" Eva looked even more scared.

'Can you stop saying fat and ugly!' Tom's face changed color again, this time turning livid with rage.

"Oh my goodness! Don't worry sister, I'll do whatever it takes to protect you!" Sebastian interposed between the two, his arms stretched wide and his features firm and determined. "At all cost!"

"No! Don't say that! You'll get NTRed!" Eva cried.

Sebastian had no idea what NTR was, but he still kept his serious face against his uncle Tom.

On the other side...

"......." Uncle tom did know what NTR was.

Looking at the drama queen and king doing a whole theatrical performance on his car, the veins on the sides of his forehead started to throb.

He wanted to beat the crab out of both.

One, no, five well served 'bonks' for each.

.........

After, defeated, Thomas drove the kids back to their home as his daily responsibility.

He didn't wait a single second to start the car again and flew off.

"What is N-T-R?" Sebastian ask-spelled.

"Go find out yourself," Eva maliciously giggled.

Then the two teenagers entered the house.

"Hi dear."

"Finally. You guys are back."

Sitting on a sofa, a couple wearing the same sports outfit greeted Eva and Sebastian, those were their parents.

The mother, Molly, was a single eyelid Asian woman. Her black hair was tied in a convenient and practical ponytail, and under her thin lips, there was a small imperceptible mole. Because of her ethnic characteristics, her appearance was younger looking than her husband.

And speaking of him, Joseph, had a pair of sky-blue eyes, hawk shape nose, and brown hair over his head that is slowly turning gray. Except for the contour of his face, Eva and Sebastian looked nothing like him, it was even questionable if he was their biological father. But he was, three specialists at the DNA clinic claimed on several occasions that he was.

It all had to be attributed to Molly's genes being stronger than his. And to remedy that, when Sebastian started to need glasses, he immediately suggested a blue contact lens. Then when Eva requests color ideas to dye her hair, the obstinate father always advises brown or blond.

The family won't even be surprised if one day nose plastic surgery brochures start to appear around the house 'accidentally'. Poor Joseph genuinely wanted his kids to look just a little more like him, at least enough for the kinder garden teachers back then to not bring the mini-Eva or mini-Sebas to an Asian stranger man when he was right in front of them… or needing to call Molly to confirm that he was the actual father of these kids.

But coming back to the present, as the teenagers walked in, the screen on the living room was playing some national geographic documentary, the nonsense video of how panda mate was foreshadowing that it was the first thing that came out after turning on the TV. At least before Sebastian introduced the keys to the door, there was no sound coming from the house.

"Go get your stuff, it'll be nice if we make it there before night," Molly said, her face strangely red.

"Sure," Sebastian made a mysterious smile, it was an 'I know that you know that I know' type of grin.

Meanwhile, Eva was in a completely different dimension, she was thinking, 'Stuff? Stuff stuff…What stuff?... Wait! The stuff!'

The lass came to her senses that she didn't pack anything last night, but despite the inward screams, she hid her expressions very well... or that was what she thought of herself.

Son, father, and mother looked at each other speechless, they made together the family tradition rolling eyes to say 'I knew it.'

The siblings attended and walked the stairs up to their room.

Molly offered in silence to help Eva to pack.

"Mom, why are you going upstairs with us? We got everything; I just need to bring the baggage down. What, you don't trust us? No! Mom! No! Don't enter my room! I don't have any- I mean... Please respect my privacy! No! Just leave me to do it really quickly! I swear! I just forgot! Sorry! I won't lie again! No! No! NOOO! Not my Nekoma poster! NOO! Mom! Relax... leave my Nezuko figure alone, this is between you and me, she has- NOOOOO!!!! NEZUKO-CHAN!!!"