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

And the time has come for the showdown.

It's a promised Saturday, 5: 00 p.m. (d) Enough.

Me and Mr. Hayasaka, and Mr. Kato's three men were gathered at the entrance to the apartment.

It should be time for Kwando to pick me up......

"You're too late, that guy."

Right, and the two female cops face to face.

Maybe we shouldn't expect criminals to be punctual.

To my blur, Mr. Hayasaka replied, laughing with his nose.

"Would you say that if you had a priori?"

... It has been so since we first met, but this guy makes one thorny statement at a time.

You look so cute.

Mr. Hayasaka has quite a child's face and looks very invisible to a police officer.

Hairstyles are twin tails, and the atmosphere looks like I could go undercover as a high school girl right now.

Yet the outfit is grown up, in a sleeveless high neck sweater, a combination of knee-length tight skirts.

It's a coordination that's going to kill a virgin.

Low-height boobs - because of their so-called transistor glamour shape, they could be killed by stray bullets, even if they weren't virgins. I would definitely die. You can be killed with these tits.

Stealing a swell of sweaters for such a shameful motive,

"What is it with Girosilo?"

He was quickly noticed in person.

But when I rush out of sight here, it's like confessing that I was watching you with nasty eyes.

Instead, we should see more cancer.

I frowned and kept staring at my breasts with a strong gaze.

I'm only buying time to think about excuses, but Mr. Hayasaka said, "What if there's something weird on my chest?" He began to twitch with his face.

It is a little.

"Hmm... you've been dressed properly and flamboyantly"

"That's what I ordered."

I'm pretty sure I asked you to come dressed like you'd never find out you're a police officer, more than infiltrating a Yakuza rally.

Mr. Hayasaka and the others decide that I'm the new talent to take care of, so I was wondering if you could dress me like an entertainer's egg.

"This coordination makes it look like a grave-idol atmosphere, so I'm going to have it work in that setting today. Does it look okay?

"I don't mind. I'm not sure what's going on in the entertainment industry, so I can only trust your judgment.... Oh, have you been thinking about how to disguise my identity?

"... well, that's right! We need to finally taste the atmosphere and make something convincing."

"Then you should observe it more dignified. Fair enough. All I have to do is pretend to be a gravure idol."

You seem to have misled me well, stroking my chest, and Kato next door said, "What do I look like? I've been curious."

You look like you're only a heartbeat.

"Hmmm Kato..."

In contrast to Mr. Hayasaka, the adult look.

He is in a smooth shape and wears a striped shirt without a scratch. Your chest would be in the form of an exquisite B-cup or something, but the hip shape is good anyway. He wears the right jeans so he can see the shape of his glutes.

I have to say eye bliss.

"Let's just say Kato is a model."

"Huh!"

Something seems delightful. Was that the answer you were hoping for?

"I'm a model."

"So what is it"

"Kei's not tall enough."

"So what is it!

... Kato apparently has a more sticky personality than Hayasaka.

Playing with small colleagues just seems OL.

Sugitani says Kendo Shidai, this guy.

"Oh, you're here."

As the two women had to, a black-painted benz appeared from across the street.

To an anti-social force vehicle from anywhere, the cop combo becomes a serious look in an instant.

Benz slowly slowed down and stopped in front of us as we sat back and watched.

The door opens and a tall man comes down from the passenger seat.

It was Kwon Fu's arrival.

"Noisy husband. Ah? What are those cute kids? My husband's oyster?

A oyster is an entertainer term, meaning 'a woman to make her sexually dispose of'.

In short, the Kundo guy was suddenly making fun of me for sexual harassment.

Luckily, Mr. Hayasaka and the others don't quite know what the oyster is referring to, and he leans his neck strangely.

"These people are private clothes cops."

"What...?

"Nothing good, right?

Kwon Fu's eyes get rough.

Well, how do you get out here? Well, I guess I can predict...

"Ho oh. There's such a coincidence. No, actually, I was gonna bring a cop I knew, too."

"... you're adhering to the local police."

"Let's see. We have a relationship. Come on, ladies! You're welcome to be a cop and a girl."

Mr. Hayasaka and Mr. Kato boarded the back seat with a flashing face.

I guess I'm shocked that my peers are in intimate relationships with gangs.

"Glad to hear that. But. Since the outrage, the young people have become completely alienated from us. I didn't expect a kid like you to come. Is that it? You know, tough norm for pistol control and reinforcement months? You want me to submit it to you? Anyway, my group is kind enough to smuggle guns in order to get the cops out of the world. I don't know. I'm good at this stuff. Or do you want to buy a handsome underage guy? No? Medicine then?

"Can I shoot this man right now..."

I'll be in the back seat, too, whispering Mr. Hayasaka with my hand on the pistol.

My head suddenly hurts from a difficult departure in the future.