A few moments away from the town of Edo to the east, running demons imitating horses. In the mountains where the trees grew, there was a house where fatigue dwelt.
A splendid martial arts mansion with long gates and gardens. Being in an unpopular mountain is uncomfortable in itself. Tired purposefully manipulated the carpenters and made them build this mansion in the mountains.
Cleaning the mansion and taking care of the garden plants is letting the tiring demons do it. Only a limited number of people know about the existence of this mansion because the humans who are unluckily close to it will fit in the bellies of those demons. Thanks to this, rumors arose from the nearby villages as monstrous mountains, and no one was closer.
Tired lived alone until a few years ago, but now we have another cohabitant.
Welcome home, Father.
One girl greets a tired girl at the front door when she returns home when the night is about to be whitened.
The daughter who called tiredness her father is older than tiredness, no matter how she looks. When I was old, it would be something like sixteen or seven. Taller than tired, too. Sleek figure, slightly long-lasting elegant face. White skin. Dark hair stretched to hips tied behind neck. Cut long eyes, same emerald eyes as tired. Clothes were the same as tiredness. It's not a woman's outfit.
Tired silently hugs her daughter full of strength.
After slaughtering people, tiredness often lusts, but if there is an affordable daughter in town, she lays it together to handle it.
I didn't finish processing my libido that night, but I don't know anything about my libido against this girl. But still seek the self, and embrace it strongly.
The girl looks thin at first glance, but if she touches it, she can see that her chest and feet are well fleshed, even from the top of her clothes, and that she is the bearer of soft skin. It's a more comfortable, superbly worthy substitute than any daughter I've ever seen tired of. But what tiredness wants is not just physical pleasure.
Tired souls heal. My heart fills up. This is the only girl who gives me the healing of my heart tirelessly.
That was the same for my daughter. Even for my daughter, tiredness was the only thing in the world that opened her heart.
The name of this daughter, who calls her Father Tired, is Ayane, the fruit daughter who drew the blood of Tired.
A few years ago, an inhuman boy with eyes the same color as himself, who appeared abruptly before Ayane, who lived in the countryside, told Ayane that he was his real father. And the days began when he was taken by agreement and trained as a sorcerer.
Feel the temperature and flesh at all. Walk closer to each other if you miss it. As you enter between the floors, try to fall down and lie on the futon. Tired and aye sound.
Because she is a real daughter, I can't really see her as an object of lust because of her tiredness. I just want a hug, only a plush one. Just a hug is enough, but what is filled by that hug is huge.
My body is smaller and younger looking than I am, but my love does creep up against my blood-connected father, and Ayane turns her hand behind her tired head and hugs her dressed as if to embrace her.
Naturally, Ayane also understands that tiredness is far from that of the world's father. But I am not dissatisfied. Even if he was a villain who repeatedly slaughtered and raped outside in an attempt to sweeten his fruitful daughter, tiredness was irreplaceable to Ayane. He was a master, father and salvation. Ayane admired tiredness, and tiredness admired Ayane. But...
"If I hate you, as a magician... sharpen your power, and with that power... try to kill me"
Tired shrugged with a pleasant cool voice in his ear. That's a word I've whispered in my ear over and over again while holding the Ayane sound. I was whispering every time I hugged Ayane.
There can't be hatred or anything. Tired brought Ayane out of the abominable little world. It gave Ayane a new life. It gave me the joy of being loved and loved.
But such tiredness has such comatose feelings as hindsight for Ayane. Suffering. That's what Ayane knows. That's distressing for Ayane, too.
I would like to do something about the pain of tiredness, but Ayane, like her father, was clumsy. I don't know what to do.
At best, to the extent that we embrace sweet and tedious tiredness, it is about each other, even from the sound of Ayane. Ayanomoto is also tiredly sweet and annoying.
"You... have been... stretching lately..."
Tired of wearing the futon from his head and burying his face in Ayane's chest in a lateral position, he whispered.
"Yes. Shame on you"
Ayane returns so with hesitation. I am touched on my training as a sorcerer. Certainly not feeling well these days. I know why, but it was an aye sound that I didn't want to be touched on if I could on that topic. If they ask me any more poking around, I also have trouble with the words to give back.
Because of Ayane's disturbing mind. Hard to concentrate. I become conscious. Aware of his future to be visited soon, he has no energy for training.
It was exhausting in the first place to create a cause of disturbance in Ayane's mind. Ayane is saddened to be told that from her tiredness.
"I know it can shake your heart... but it's also... one of your training, right?
The words sounded painfully in Ayane's ears, saying away in a slightly ill-intentioned tone.
I feel more pity pointed at me than Ayane, and Tired flinches his eyebrows.
"Let me tell you something business, but that's the same for your father, isn't it?
It was a reluctant tone, but an aye sound that mouths what I thought.
"Doesn't that mean me and my father are alike to each other? It shakes my mind easily and trivially, and the effect is bad and it comes out easily again."
As I've said for a long time, Tired learns to love Ayane, while feeling terribly heavy.
(I didn't expect you to see me like that with a father like yourself, exposed and dropped into the demonic path...)
Feeling himself looking at him with a pitiful gaze, Tired puts his strength into his hand holding Ayane's body.
While Tired loved Ayane, he also neglected him. I couldn't wait to be seen with my eyes as if I had seen through all my heart.
Tsukuba or rape, after returning from working evil, Tired couldn't help but worry about Ayane's eyes. He feels like he gets his heart stabbed with a needle by hindsight.
Until I met Ayane, I also remembered and enjoyed the sin consciousness and other shards, but after I started spending time with Ayane, I became more aware of Ayane.
I hate the world, and I think of Ayane with a parent like myself, who works evil things such as slaughter and rape to do Usa Sunshine, as a pitiful daughter. And I am tempted by hindsight.
From the sound of Ayane, it didn't change that he truly admired his father, and Tired thought the opposite on his own, suffering.
Tired faces out of the futon and looks up at Ayane with slightly moistened eyes.
Ayane also stares tired. I fall in love with a face I'm supposed to be familiar with. A close look at the beauty of the Father, with beauty and adorability not unlike those of the world, Ayane gently touches his cheeks with her hands.
Touch the paler blonde hair with your hands. Ayane can't wait to be glad that such a beautiful, adorable, daunting, strong, bad, funny being belongs to her. Filled with emotions that are neither superiority nor exclusivity.
In such a happy time of awesomeness and exhaustion, the end was imminent.
Ayane is aware of that. I'm not ready, but I give up that it's an inevitable fate.
I'm giving up, but I'm not convinced. Irrational destiny. Irrational sayings. Ayane sounds only in her mouth, but at the bottom of her heart, she is disgusted. against a father who unilaterally decides to make ends meet in happy times.