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

While I was thinking about that, the pacha and the water started ringing.

When I shake off the footage in my head telling me where I'm washing it by now, and no, I shouldn't imagine that, I realize the fact that it's not even a rock.

No, I'm not getting that kid dressed.

You can't wear dirty clothes again because of incontinence...

I can't help it. When you leave the hotel, have it go no-pan and no-skirt.

Until I buy a change of clothes, I assume you'll be patient with the crazy style.

Fortunately, I have cover-up magic, and you can use this to keep him invisible from the surroundings.

All you have to do is do something about Shinano's shame, but this seems to be the best neck.

It's going to be a hassle to make you believe in magic in the first place.

"... it's hard."

What are we gonna do?

Then should I walk with my hands on my groin so that Makno is not shy?

The best way to escort a girl with a round lower body to a gentleman is to hide her with the big hands of an adult boy......

Angelica and the others would be thrilled with this, but you usually decide to be donned for otherwise.

What are you thinking? You and the chilling part of me come in the penetration.

I forgot that teenage girls like me too much these days, and the average minor creeps out the old man.

Oh, boy, that was close.

… common minors.

Right, they're very normal girls, aren't they?

I can't believe JC is blind to love when it comes to this and if you make me fall in love with you, it might be easier to handle.

That's the quickest part, isn't it?

"Thoughts are becoming more and more sluts!

"... done"

When I was surprised by my own thoughts, I heard the bathroom door open.

A little late, a bump of wet footsteps comes.

"Are you a slut?"

Makona-chan snorted as she sat down next to me.

My hair hasn't been cut dry yet and my hair tips are quite damp.

And horribly - the body is only wrapped around a bath towel.

Beneath this cloth is the unclean fourteen-year-old naked.

Even though it's all hidden where it matters, I feel like I'm going to be arrested if I stare too enthusiastically.

So keep it to a minimum of information.

Yes, from here on out, it's the minimum necessary observation... Shinachi was the owner of a medium and even body.

The height would be about 155cm even if quoted high, but I get a smooth impression because of my small face and long hands and feet.

Her skin was white and slightly red because she had bathed in hot water until recently. I'm sure if you touch it, you'll be able to indulge in the richness of your youth.

Firmly floating clavicles have ball-like droplets on them, giving them an age-appropriate gloss. I feel kind of weird watching this place, so I have to lower my gaze.

Then he was to look directly at his defenseless chest.

The swelling covered by a thin cloth is small but high in position and seems tense. Around 77 in B? It's over the towel, so I can't say for sure, but from this shape, things like semi-ripe. Meat around the bust top is booming, ending growth until the stage when it spreads laterally. It is therefore the average JC2 milk, and the meditation is only about to grow. That is, it is not the size to rub and enjoy the feel of meat. If you really want to play with this milk, you'll have to enjoy the colors and flavors.

The hips...... may be bigger for your physique. It's a so-called cheap type, ready to have a baby, and it appeals to the female in a healthy way.

My thighs were in great shape and my lower body was totally that of a "woman". If I rub my butt and thigh all over him now, the female hormones accumulating there might flow up there to help him develop his chest. I have such a feminine line to make you think so.

She's an obscene figure girl for what she needs, but her face is guilty of the gap between a sweet child's face. Diluted eyebrows and jaw porcupines create what a bleak air. Together with the big head, it's a young face with a somewhat retro vibe.

or is there no color from the neck to the top, that's not true at all. I feel a handful, no, two handfuls of eros in the rusticity.

Maybe it's because my lips are a little thick even though I have a Japanese-style face. Terra and pink glowing lower lips are sure to taste good if sucked. Experience tells me. Those colored lips under eighteen are worth the shave. I know Angelica well, thanks to Rio and Ayako.

"You're so visually raped...... I knew you were Mr. Loricon"

"Never mind. It's just a habit for me to observe underage girls, and I don't want you personally."

"I think it's against the ordinance at a time of habit."

You can't help it.

The house and the workplace are full of young girls, so it's going to be a matter of dying and dying to tell who's in a bad mood today, who's murky, and who's alley day.

It is because of this that, once a teenage girl is in sight, it has become a habit to look around to lick her.

It's not my fault.

Sexuality and visual abilities were distorted by the routine sexual violence of the girls living with me, so I'd say I'm a pathetic victim.

I was formerly a wife loving man, but now I'm an embarrassed teenager loving uncle no matter where I show it.

Damn, how can you take responsibility for me? Where's Angelica and the others?

Where am I supposed to ask for help like this? You're a lawyer?

Female kids under eighteen have been rubbing and velveting their milk, trying to correct my strike zone downwards! This is a human rights violation, isn't it!? If you sue, you might win the trial. But there can be a lot of developments where public opinion pushes me to sentence me to death.

Above all, it is practically suicide because it will die socially at the time of such a trial.

"Well, we do, don't we?"

"What's wrong with you, my strike zone...... why don't you just be like a hitter who can only hit a fork ball by spreading too far down there. When you get home, you should play with the philia and adjust upwards."

"Oh, that! You're going to do it now! Eh!

Live with bumps and sexuality baseball, Makoto has had a physical relationship with a bright red face.

I thought it was the end of the world.

When I stroked Makoto's head softly, I said in a calm voice.

"I won't."

"... Shh."

"You can't do that. Because I'm a police collaborator."

"... Keisatsu...?

I started talking in the most gracious voice I could get out of my vocal cords.

That I'm here to help Makoto. That this is a consistent police investigation.

I will set you free now and make you free. Your father will be caught, but we'll see you soon.

I tried to speak with all my heart, staring straight into my eyes, but they didn't believe me at all.

"You can't trust someone who was looking at my tits and thighs with cancer."

It was an honest argument that didn't even make a sound.

"Sure, I have a bad habit of gazing at a girl's body, but that and justice are something else altogether! Believe me!

I don't know what to do.

Last time downtown, I preached while bungling a college student who was trying to rape me, should I show you even the pictures I took then?

Look, I'm on the side of justice. Okay, I thought if you showed me a two-shot shot shot of a young man with a bloody rib sticking out of his chest in return, you'd understand that I'm fighting to keep the peace in town, but yeah, this isn't it.

That just scares the hell out of you.

And this one more case is of course an attempted murder, but I think it's not guilty (maybe) because I cured it properly and magically. Mr. Sugitani, who was next door, was laughing.

"I'm just worried about you, not that I was looking at you with nasty eyes. Seriously."

"... incredible. Every man is a jerk."

So much so that his father made a living from the remarkable footage of Junior Idol, I guess I've seen so much of a man's sexuality that I don't like it.

There is no reason for Makoto to become a man of distrust. It's not this kid's fault.

Hold your head, how can you believe me... and I roar out.

"I just really want to help you."

"... Shh."

"He said it wasn't a lie. By and large, you don't think that's weird? If it's for physical purposes, you must be pushing it down pretty fast, right?

"That might be true, though."

"I'm talking about having such a superb treat right in front of me, but I don't know if there's a Lolicon I can handle. This is the proof that I'm not Loricon."

"Something's nasty about the expression. I knew you were a child molester."

He said, "No! All I'm saying is, objectively, is that you're going into a beautiful girl! Well, I'm not into junior high, so I'm not gonna get my hands on it!

"Hmm."

"Anyway, just get some clothes... uh, it's gonna be wet down there, so why don't you just put on your jacket and wait? I'm gonna get the hell out of here and get me some new pants."

As I tried to get up as it was, my white hand reached out as if to stop me.

"Shinano?

"If Neutral says he's not really Uncle Buy Chun, he's here to work with an officer to help me... I think we just have to prove it"

"I see. What am I supposed to do?

"Do this"

Makoto grabbed my hand up and pressed it against his chest without hesitation.

……

A soft, then definite feeling of elasticity is transmitted from the palm of the hand.

"If I seduce you, if Mr. Neutral's body doesn't respond... doesn't that mean it's not Loricon?

Shinano-chan's gaze was pointed near the bottom of my heso.