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

"... Oh, um... but why did you suddenly propose to me...? I replied with a spinal reflex..."

I'm crazy, too, but Ayako, who skipped the process of thinking with her brain and accepted the proposal, is pretty kidding too.

Although I appreciate the madness now.

"Your father turns out to be involved in the study of interworldly entanglements. They're spinning around Goblin's brain."

"... your father?

"You can say you're crossing a dangerous bridge. Thanks to you, public safety seems to be watching."

Most importantly, the public safety investigator seems to have lost the power struggle and left the mainstream, but it's not me who tells such inconvenient facts.

"I want you to stop the project to protect your father."

"... I don't think I can... Your job is worth living for your father..."

"I know. That's what researchers are for."

That's why I'm marrying Ayako.

"It's decided that someone else in the red asked for that, and it's not going to work. There will be remorse if intimidation is used. This kind of thing wouldn't listen to me unless it was a favor inside me."

"... a favor within you...? Wow, should I ask your father?

"You can't do that. Why is my daughter known to be involved with goblins? and your father is suspicious." What if my daughter is threatened by? 'And it is the och who finds himself. You may interrupt my research into my child's cuteness, but you won't want to join our camp. "

"... do you want to bring your father into your company...?

"Hopefully."

I embrace Ayako even harder.

"If I marry you, from your father, I will be your stepson. Yes, I'm going to be Professor Otsuki. This will make it easier to negotiate some."

"... would that work out so well?????

"That's an arm show. Oh, look at that."

Because Ayako's father didn't have enough room for you to shake a few years of his career on a stick in the study of fazacon treatments!

No matter what kind of pretty girl you are, it's just disgusting to be seen as a sexual object by your real daughter.

Thanks to Chloe, I know better.

I know it's possible.

As a feeling, it's no different than being pressed by your mother.

On the day a man with the same face showed up and said, "Please give your daughter to me."

'Please, I'll do anything to get it for my wife. Free me from Ayako!

Wouldn't that be?

It is too unbroken to be true to Ayako herself.

"I'll just get you some tea. Just for two."

When I gently let Ayako go, I turned back to the front door.

"Have we finished our discussion?

Mr. Sugitani turns his exploratory gaze as he drags Professor Otsuki, who is still asleep.

"It's just that. Ayako seems to be working with us."

"As long as you're reliable.... Oh, it's time to wake up."

Professor Otsuki, who began to roar small, is rushed into the living room.

Philia and Chloe, who were relaxing in front of the TV, were asked to evacuate to their bedrooms because the conversation was going to be confusing. Sugitani saw me with white eyes because we were both wearing thin clothes, but now I can't care less.

"You're beautiful ladies. I've always grasped the silver hair, but when did you pick up the other one? From what I've seen, foreigners, no, it looks like a half."

"That's the co-star of the information show."

"Then you said you used the authority of the moderator to get your hands on the girl? I see you're enjoying the entertainment industry."

I originally arranged that show for you to have that pleasure, Sugitani nods.

"I don't trust people without greed. Move for puzzling reasons and betray for puzzling reasons. In that regard, Mr. Neutron found that the woman had no eyes, so it was easy to understand. Let's continue to dedicate beautiful women regularly."

"Ha, please be as fresh as possible"

"Let's think about it. Do you need any options?

"I'm glad it's a wifeline"

"... shouldn't you prefer a fresh woman, i.e. a young girl? But isn't it inconsistent that you like wives?"

"What? There's no contradiction at all! Young and immature wives can be! I want my younger mom! It's the bubbly pheromones that make a girl stretch out and brew when she's hitting her mother that make her attractive! Taste the extraordinary motherhood that you have nourished with decency...! How can you not know such a basic thing!? In ninety-nine, that's two steps. Hayato, my sixteen-year-old mom, is going to have her ear cleaned by Hayako, the mother of sailor clothes! I learned how to give up before I finished my compulsory education!

"One, you seem to have strong restraints. Or is this the first time Mr. Neutral has roughed up words in front of me...?

"... Ha!?... I'm sorry, I seem to forget me when I talk about this."

"Well, there are things that can't be given to anyone. I also change the color of my eyes when golf is involved. I guess that's the 'younger mom' for Mr. Neutral."

Professor Otaki finally began to open his eyes when he was having a conversation without any shards of human rights awareness.

At the same time, Ayako comes from the kitchen. Hold the basin with both hands, with careful footsteps to avoid spilling.

"... go ahead..."

With a smooth trick, Ayako leaves the yukata on the table.

One before Mr. Sugitani. The other before my real father.

"... then I'll go to the bedroom too... I'm sorry to interrupt the discussion..."

Grab the arm and pull it back where you tried to walk away.

"You're here too."

"... yeah... but..."

"You have to be there. There's something I have to report to your father, isn't there?

"... ok"

Quiet, courteous sitting is fun like a Yamato stroke.

Sugitani seems to be in love, and she won't believe me when I say, "Ayako comes in my miso soup on a dangerous day".

"Are you Professor Otsuki's daughter?"

"... Yes... Um... are you from Mr. Neutral's work relationship..."

"Back job."

It was almost at the same time that Sugitani and Ayako finished their greetings and Professor Otsuki woke up.

"... is this...?

I plead calmly to my face, which I can only imagine twenty years from now.

"All of a sudden, please give me your daughter"

He returned, "What? cold reaction."

That was the reply I expected.