Isekai Kaeri no Ossan wa, Fusei Sukiru de Fathercon Musume-tachi o Tororori ni

I had a strange dream.

It's a dream that makes me worry about deep psychology: becoming a black bald butterfly and sucking honey stained out of a girl's armpit.

Obviously, he was influenced by the behavior he softened just before he fell asleep.

"... what happened to me?"

Blur, open your eyes.

I've never been up in such a weird mood before in my life.

Much better than a traumatic round battlefield dream or a dream of losing Elsa, but seeing it as one person seems to be moving in a stranger direction......

Fair enough.

Think in the right direction.

Thanks to playing with Angelica and the others, my heart is healing. I'm sure it is.

I wake up my torso while I force it to reopen.

"Mmm."

As soon as I did, the sweet scent tickled my nostrils. Smells appetizing, like when you wanted to walk in front of a cake shop. Something sounds like you're using fire from the back of the kitchen, or maybe someone's making rice.

Peek into the smartphone, it's already at 1: 00 p.m. I see. It's lunchtime. You should put something in your mouth.

I tried to crawl out of bed and put my strength into my legs. Then I found something soft tangled up in my right leg.

"... Ange"

I don't know what kind of sleeping minister the hell you are, but Angelica stuck to my right leg and her face was riding around the navel.

If you breathe your nose in this state, won't you be sniffing my groin right away?

"Ange, Ange. Wake up."

Shake your thin shoulders and prompt them to get up. Angelica had been shouting "Nannya" for a while, but eventually opened her eyes with a patsy,

"... good morning"

and laughed lightly.

"You slept pretty well."

"Right."

"Ayako seems to be making something for me, let's eat"

"Auntie, auntie"

"What?

When Angelica woke up, she took her hands in front of her head and strained her chest. It's a bust and armpit accentuating pose, like Gravia Idol does. The expression looks like it, and he has an inviting eye.

"... what are you going to do?

"Huh? Aren't you going to bump into me?

"I don't care anymore."

Where did that flame of burning desire go?

Perhaps while asleep, the rational decline was lifted.

Clear, normal, abstinent, healthy, gentleman. I'm going to hear protests from all sides, but I'm a gentleman if I'm a gentleman.

"I'm going that way first."

Leave Angelica still sleepy and head to the bathroom.

When you finish urinating, which is only slightly worse beautiful than when you were in your twenties, you wash your hands in the washroom, rinse your mouth, and then also your face.

The Arather man stands up because of his eyes and his sleeping habits, which are already terrible.

Living with a young heterosexual makes me wonder how I'm being seen.

I turned my face in front of the mirror and walked to the kitchen after being seen.

Good morning, Ayako.

... Good morning, or a fine reply.

Ayako was in an apron and stared eagerly at the frying pan. I guess I can't get my hands off the cooking.

Then I guess I shouldn't interrupt, and I just tried to pull back, and there was a sound of stopping the fire.

"... Mr. Neutral, yes"

"... go ahead!

Ayako is raising her hands and shyly looking away.

"... that, what?

"Is that it? Don't you smoke, armpit"

"Suck it!

Apparently they think I'm quite an axillary fetish, but not at all, and I want to say it out loud.

That was temporarily weird because of a loss of reason, and I'd have a slight obsession with my armpits during normal times. Exquisitely, I think it's going to replace teak soy sauce with a hint of salt and acidity if you dip sashimi in a pretty girl's armpit sweat, it's going to taste good, and I'm not a pervert enough to put that into action.

I am even normal.

It's normal, isn't it?

What do you say?

You're losing confidence in yourself, aren't you?

I can't deny that things are already going wrong as a result of being seduced every day by the fashionable fazacon daughters.

Seriously, what's going on with me? You can't think about eating sashimi with a pretty girl's armpit sweat or anything...... Safe if it's Alasar's wife's armpit sweat though.

"It was a dangerous place. I can't believe I'm obsessed with underage axillary sweat because I'm only a pervert."

It's not about age, the alarm is ringing in the corner of my head, but I decided to ignore it.

"Speaking of which, what are you making? Wow, it smells good."

"... I tried baking hot cakes. They're all tired, so they want something sweet."

"Don't be shy. Yeah, that's definitely what I wanted."

At least you don't feel like rice, snorts.

"... good... if Mr. Neutral will be happy, it's worth making..."

Ayako lowered her hands, which were banzai, and pinched the apron hem and began to shake her torso and body.

I feel queen and masculinity stimulated by behaviors such as homely, understated, and just like a Yamato stroke.

Something good.

"Ayako will surely be a good wife when she gets married.... to a good wife..."

"... eh..."

What's the sudden matter, Ayako dyes her cheeks? Blue and white skin burned up in an instant, shading like apples. Even when applied from the clavicle to the top of the chest, it can still be seen as bright red and illuminated all over the body.

"Heh, please don't say anything weird... I'm embarrassed to see you about Mr. Neutral..."

"I'm a beginner."

You're gonna get caught up in a bad guy, aren't you? And I get worried, but at the time you're living with me, it could be like you're getting poison teeth from a bad man.

... It doesn't taste good.

I'm supposed to have to play the role of guardian, but every day Ayako and I are getting less distance in a male and female way. Besides, Angelica and Philia are getting closer together.

Am I being too guessy? and I'm getting sober, so I'll try to switch the subject in a serious direction.

"That's right. I think Ayako broke the debuff she put on me."

"... Ah, yes. I get it.... you just have to weaken it again."

"Oh. But not only Ayako over here, but Ayako over there has to be helped again. You're a pain in the ass."

"... am I not very cooperative over there?

"I'm not, because I'm not that close to Ayako over there."

"... So why don't you use this for trading material?

"This?"

Ayako removed her smartphone from her pocket and kneaded it at face height.

"I often steal the contents of my abs and pants while Neutron's asleep, and I think if I show you this image, I'll listen to whatever I have to say over there."

"Ooh. Why did you think it was okay for me to tell you that?

"'Cause isn't Mr. Neutral mine anymore?... I don't care about that obvious, so I'll try to contact me, myself over there now.... If your address hasn't changed, you should be able to..."

Foreword withdrawn.

You can't be such a dangerous girl, a good wife.

Who else could take care of him but me?

Even in the sense of isolating dangerous people from the public, I might have to feed them for life...