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

The next morning.

I was rocked by a transport bus with my hips and handcuffs on and headed to the detention center.

Note that I'm not the only one on board.

The detective in charge is aboard, as are the other suspects who were being investigated at the nearby police station.

By the way, I'm not a criminal yet, so I'm free to smoke inside.

Other than me, the suspects are sprinkling spa and cigarettes, and the inside of the car smells like crabs very badly.

As I happened to frown, the detective sitting next to me spoke to me.

"You're not gonna be able to smoke when you get into detention. Now it's time to smoke."

And what I've been offering is a single cigarette.

Probably an act of pure kindness, but I'm not in the habit of smoking when I'm fifteen and I'm flown into another world.

Cigarettes originate in South America. It is a substitute for a medieval European-style world.

I shook my head sideways and said, "I'm not shy. I don't smoke originally," he politely said no.

"Right."

And the detective shrugged, "Young guys don't drink or smoke these days," he looked somewhere lonely.

From what I've seen, his age is in his early fifties. From this age on, they say I'm going into "The Young Guy".

"I know you. Are you a magician neutral? Why are you here when you seem serious? What the hell did you do?"

Apparently, this man doesn't know my guilt.

"It's a woman relationship."

"Wow. Did you hit him with a crazy fight?"

"No... I had a relationship with a minor child"

"I see. You look like a performer. Oh, my God, if you're an entertainer, whether you're having an affair or sleeping with a high school girl, you'll be back soon. If this is an actor or an idol, I don't think so."

"For some reason, privacy is a permissible profession."

"If I was born in front of a man, maybe I should be an entertainer now.... That's not why I'm quitting."

"I know."

It doesn't look like a bad person.

They say it'll take over an hour from here to the detention center, so I sigh in relief.

If this was a difficult Osama next door, it would have been the worst ride ever. I was thinking about that on a smooth, curvy bus.

but this guy's seemingly good detective is gonna make me suffer.

It wasn't until about five minutes after I noticed the anomaly.

Thank you. You smell like old oil coming from next to me.

After trying to make sure it was unnoticed, I found out that the source of the odor was undoubtedly the detective in the example.

It was a so-called aging smell.

……

It didn't taste good.

I've spent the last few weeks or so in the house and in the studio surrounded by teenage girls, so my resistance to the stench is falling apart.

From what I routinely smell or contain in my mouth, this ossan smell is pretty tight.

The smell of cigarettes I give you and the smell of other suspects' bodies have also mixed to make me feel worse and worse.

I also feel a mild car sickness.

"Ugh..."

"What's up, you look pale. Bus, you drunk?

Shit, why did this happen?

How come I've been wrapped up in smells like a gutted workplace smoking place all morning?

My morning would have started with a kiss from the girl I was sleeping with.

Wow - to wake up smelling good.

Today for sure...... Angelica and Rio should have been on escort duty.

If I hadn't been arrested, I would have woken up with a beautiful blonde western girl and a brunette JK sucking her tongue.

Then I would pull off Angelica, who would have cancer to "show me and show me" the area that changed due to the morning physiological phenomenon, rubbing Rio's milk for no particular reason, and would have moved to the bathroom.

That's how I open the door while sleeping, and I get eyes on Phyllia in the middle of adding something for her.

As is often the case.

If Phyllia is sane, she leans ashamed and enters the Love Comedy event, "... Lord Brave is aggressive in the morning".

When you're insane, you go into the special sexuality route of, uh, wiping the lower body of the philia you're talking about.

Either way, it's no different than flirting in the toilet in the morning with a beautiful woman.

After doing those obscene events, when I head to the living room, I see Ayako making breakfast behind me.

I'm gonna stick around my arm, play with Chloe and Erin, and I'm like, "What are you making?" and would speak up.

Then you will be murmured by Ayako's sense of young wife, who turned to one hand of the balls, to taste both breakfast and Ayako.

There's no particular reason to try rubbing Erin's milk afterwards, or letting Chloe take off her pyjamas if she can't do a porn event but can help her get dressed because she's my real daughter, and she should have had a soft, good smell and a routine full of female hormones, because I'm the only guy in the car like this, full of nicotine odors.

"Gu... gu... gu..."

"What the fuck!? You throw up!?

Seeing me suddenly starting to get bored, Detective Stinky panicked.

"... No, I can't... I'm getting withdrawal symptoms..."

When I think about it, the smell of the last woman I smelled is the body odor of a policewoman, and it's been half a day since then.

And those people, they weren't that young.

Obviously there's not enough girl odor.

I can see my body screaming for the scent of a minor girl.

"You were doing the kusuri too!? Cocaine!? Is that marijuana!? There are so many entertainers......!

"Angelica... give me Angelica... I want to aspirate the scent of steamed Angelica all over my nasal cavity..."

"Angelica is the name of the new Yak!? Is that what's out there now!?

Rocking his shoulders, the detective repeats the question, no interrogation.

"Say it! What route did you get it from!?

"Isn't it decided by the other world... Ugh... I want to nod my nose and take a deep breath into Angelica's sweaty valley..."

"The other world?... Damn, you're totally kidding me. So you're not out of your meds yet, are you?

I'll test Shomben as soon as I get to the detention center! and the detective comes awesome, but my ears were barely listening to anything anymore.