At the end of a metastasis that fell into a rift in dimension.

I was just going to say hello to Sigal's parents and go back, but I also had my father's strong clasp and ended up spending the rest of the two days at the Studlers' house.

Now it is the second night.

My father still challenged me there for a long time today to deal with him.

The father is now taking a bath with Kroto.

I invited Sigal to eat the body blow out of my head.

Inai was also a beautiful body blow that spilled.

Niccoli, smile. I was the only one who remembered the war body since I came.

Father, why can't you do it?

"That guy, looks like he's up there, and Mr. Tallow, please."

"Ah, yes. Thank you."

I heard your father go up, too, so I nodded at Mr. Sierina's words and headed to the bathroom with a bigger towel in my hand.

Naturally, they are different from each other in the hallway, but your father's face should be.

I really understand how you treat me like a grandson.

"Phew, that was good water, Mr. Kroto"

"... yeah."

"Cold drinks for a bath -"

When my father finally realized that I was standing there, he turned to Kroto, wondering if he had chewed up the bitter bug for a moment.

"Mr. Kroto. Bring Grandma a cold drink. I'll be there later, too."

When I smile and tell Kroto, he turns to me, Father.

The look on my face always makes me feel different.

Kroto looked alternately at my father's face and nodded and walked over to the living room.

"Bath?"

"Oh, yes."

"Kid, you can come up later. Come to my room alone."

"... yes"

His father turned to the living room when he told him with a quiet expression and voice.

"... about Cigal, right?"

That's all I can think about is your father being serious about me.

"As much as I get hit once, I'm really ready"

I have a consciousness that I don't care about my father.

A kid who's still sweet and good for his family went downstairs to another guy.

Then you won't mind.

'Cause I'm not gonna let it go.'

Going to the bath whining.

This house has only a big house and a big bath there.

It's not a bath like an inn on a boulder, but it would be big enough to extend your legs.

Take off all your clothes, wash your body, and go into the hot tub.

"Uh-oh."

I knew the bath would be good.

Umuru is an ordinary country because this kind of culture helps a lot.

I bathed in the tree sea almost every day.

"Hmm?"

That, why did you come to Sigal and Inai stripper?

I wonder if something happened.

... That, I'm not coming to the bathroom.

The door that separates the bath from the stripper is not glazed, so I don't know what I'm doing over there.

"What's wrong with you?"

Leaning his neck, the door opened and two naked people came in.

It's not the first time we've had a bath together, and I'd rather have it there, so that's good in itself... but I wonder if Dad was okay.

"Oh, Mr. Tallow, I'm already in the hot tub. Have you washed your body yet? Too bad."

"Too bad you, what are you going to do in your parents' bath..."

Sigal, who seems sorry I'm already lenient in the hot tub, and Inai, who goes into it.

Inai is still a little shy of things he doesn't hide.

Though, you just can't resist that much from the first person when it comes to taking a bath with you, can you, this guy?

"Of course I'll wash your whole body, okay? Like before this."

"You're not just going to wash it, that face."

Niyah, Inai telling Shigal to laugh lusciously, like a shudder.

I think the opposite is normal when you think of things of your age.

"Your father missed it a lot."

"Father, Kroto, if I had a moment with you, I would have gone to my room."

Oh, Cheng Cheng, since I didn't have a chance to know what Sigal was doing, did it feel like there was nothing wrong?

Even so, I feel pretty good about being with a guy in my parents' bath.

"Well, if cigars are good, they're good."

"Nothing good. Okay? Well, Mr. Tallow, I couldn't wash it, and I'll wash it for you, sister. Here, sit down. Sit down."

"Oh, I'm good. He said he'd do it himself."

"Because it's good, it's good."

In a chair for the bathroom, Cigal seats Inai half forcefully.

Inai looks a little troubled, but seems to make her like it with the face she gave up.

Sigal carefully washes Inai's hair as she sings her nose song, and her body washes all over her body without intentionally washing Inai who is also slightly shy.

I think I heard something just a little glossy along the way, but I'll pretend I didn't.

When Inai had finished washing, only revenge and now Sigal had been washed by Inai.

If you do this, you really look like a sister-in-law with a call from Sigal.

"You two are close, really."

"Well, yeah"

"Well, well."

The two of you respond to my words with your eyes together.

There are times when I am terrified that the two people around here are in tune or that there is a response that includes something.

Though I try not to think in depth.

When they're done washing their bodies, they go into the hot tub and lean against me in line.

You're both small, so this is what you can do.

"Ha, kimochi"

"Oh, you feel good"

Sigal, who meditates her eyes as she leans against me and shows her trance-like face, and Inai, who leans over at an angle where her face cannot be seen and answers quietly.

I felt both the temperature and the comfort of the bath while feeling signs that I might be able to climb up a little.

Conclusion. Above.

"Mr. Tallow, are you okay?

"I wish I'd gone up there without worrying"

I roll on the couch, Sigal with a thin plate and a slightly troubled face Inai.

Inai knows why I let her up, so she must feel a little guilty.

No, well, either way, I was just comfortable stuck with you two.

Mr. Sierina is laughing at Couscous while holding Kroto.

"Uh, yeah, it's okay now"

"Really? Shouldn't we just roll some more?

"No, I'm fine. I need to talk to your father for a little while."

"With your father?

"Yeah, I'm coming a little"

"You don't have to ask me anything weird."

I go to my father's room, grinning bitterly at Sigal's words.

When I knocked lightly on the door, I was told to come in with a quiet heavy voice like I had never heard before.

When I went inside with a little surprise, I saw my father's back sitting in the chair.

Apparently he's writing something at his desk.

"Sorry to call you this way, but wait a minute"

"Yes, sir"

I can confirm that your voice was your father's, heavy voice.

A very quiet voice my father has never heard before.

Wait quietly while I get a little pressure on it.

"You kept me waiting. I just wanted to make sure it was in a good place. You should sit down."

"Yes, excuse me"

Father's eyes, which placed the pen and turned to this side of the chair, were very sharp.

My father, who I've seen, is so sharp that I think he's fake.

"Don't be the first to talk to a decent kid like this"

"Right."

"Because I'm stuck with you, but I can't apologize for that."

"Absolutely."

To my words, my father sniffles like he doesn't care.

"Sigal is a pretty daughter. It doesn't hurt to put it in my eyes. She's the daughter of the year I still want to keep it with me. Even if he had the strength, the feeling of a father who had been grabbed by someone could not be justified."

I couldn't snort cheaply at the words to myself without a real daughter.

I thought I shouldn't snort.

"Still, I am convinced once and for all that he is the one my daughter admitted to. Disgustingly, you're not angry at me for what I did. And now you're not what you used to be... no."

Father opened his tease there with a deep, very deep sigh.

"Kid, I hate you. I hate you for grabbing my daughter. I hate you, which my daughter likes from the bottom of her heart. I hate you because I know my daughter really needs you."

"... yes"

"But that's why I have to tell you because I know my daughter loves you."

Your father's voice is gradually plundering so that he can indulge in something.

Waiting for his father's next words as he breathed heavily to calm his heart, he rose from his chair, kneeling one knee and bowing his head.

As if it were a thank you to His Highness.

"My daughter, please. Love him. Protect him. Take care of it. Be as happy as you can be.... please."

My father told me to squeeze it out, tearing along the way.

I don't know how much that emotion is. But you only entrusted me with my beloved daughter from the bottom of my heart, and that's all I know, no matter how stupid.

He said he had forgiven the people he hated for grabbing his daughter.

"I'll never let that kid go.

Take your kneeling father's hand, look him in the eye and respond.

If you ask me if I am confident that I will be happy, I have no confidence in honesty.

But I'm not letting that kid go. I'll do anything to keep you from letting go.

To me, Inai and Sigal are the ones who think so.

"... right"

When Dad wipes his tears, he gets up, pulls my hand and makes me stand too.

Taking a deep breath and laughing quietly, he put his strength into his fist.

"But I still don't care about eating! Get hit one time!

"Huh."

In an instant your father took his place in his usual form and came waving his fist.

I could see the fist, but I take it with my face without moving.

"Eh, kahu."

Your father's right hook stabs me in the cheek, hits the wall and collapses.

It was an avoidable speed, and it was a good time to do some defense, but I dared to eat it.

I thought I could get one shot or so originally.

Yeah, but sooo powerful. Head Gwang Wang.

"... well, you got beat up on purpose"

I can hear your father whining, but I don't know what you're talking about.

The damage is too big. Don't do any defense or anything on the boulder. Eat decently and it won't be stylish.

"At all, wouldn't this scold my daughter again? I'll lend you my shoulder, so you can stand," Tallow. ""

"Ah."

I manage to get up as I jerk off and walk with my father's shoulder.

My vision is still ticklish and disgusting.

"... at all, can I count on you"

My father then took me to the living room where there were signs of a deliberate beating, and when he saw it, Sigal was angry at my father for the fire.

My dad used to apologize down at his usual rate, but I wonder if that's a bully being a father.

'Cause your father knows my magic arm. If you take a short break and then use magic to treat it, there will be no evidence left.

My dad can use magic himself in the first place, so if we treat him at all, Sigal won't get so mad.

I wonder if it's a good idea that you've been properly admitted.

I'm glad to hear so.

Let's just stop Cigal now. Your father really sucks if you keep doing this.