By the time I got to the apartment, it was after 10: 00 p.m.

I'll take care of the woman elsewhere and go home late at night.

I am a bad father.

When I opened the front door in self-loathing, Ayako in an apron came out.

"... welcome back"

As I stretch my neck and peek into the back of the room, I see Angelica circling on the bed.

"I'm home. Looks like Ange's asleep."

"... I think I was about to wake up, because I'm a morning shaped person. I noticed that."

"You're weak at night, that guy. Ayako's not sleepy?

"I've been waiting for Mr. Neutral."

"Me?

"Thought you might be hungry. I was stumba so I could make a night meal. Maybe he's been eating outside."

"... is that why it's an apron"

Yes, and Ayako smiled lightly.

I feel like I'm doing something very bad.

I feel, or I guess it actually does.

I've been soaking things up in the bathroom with the woman I keep in the hotel (illegals), keeping the girl (under eighteen) waiting for me to cook for me.

It is an outer road that I have never even heard of.

... Let me make an excuse, I'm not crossing the line with Philia.

It's so close to it, but it's stuck in a critical place.

I want to think of it as acquittal per assault.

"Is that it? You smell like shampoo. Did you take a bath somewhere?

"- Huh?"

It's not your fault, is it? and take off your shoes, soaking up everything you can.

"But you'll get a floral scent."

…… A woman leaned on me on the train home, and maybe it's because of that. "

"Hehe. It's a woman, isn't it, Mr. Neutral?"

He says hehe, etc., but Ayako's eyes are not laughing.

"May I ask"

"What?

"Why have you been home late the last few days? I'm on vacation now using pseudo sickness...... what is it? You don't have errands to put in late, do you?

Ayako is looking at me without a single blink.

You can't physically lose, but you're incredibly scared.

"Oh, sometimes I want to stretch my wings, too. It's always been a job pack."

"... playing with your breath, do you mean"

"I wonder if it will."

"... what kind of play is that?

"Why do you care so much?

"Is this a game I can't tell you?

I'm putting an outsider under house arrest, dressed and undressed, I couldn't have said anything.

"... pussy! Actually, I was pussy! Ha ha! No, I know it's not a good hobby."

"... do you like gambling?"

"Yes, it is. I'm doing it with a decent penny, but you still don't have a good image, do you?

"... maybe that's generally the case"

"You know what? I had a boring look, too, and I couldn't tell you."

I'm sorry for your weird worries. I'll make a laugh.

As for the mood, he was a rat stared at by a cat.

I'm not a bad rat, I'm a fucking unsavory stuffed animal, I throw up when I eat it, and I'm a shivering, pathetic prey.

"... I don't care. Your father used to hit it once in a while."

"Huh? That's surprising. Well, a college professor can be stressful."

I know it must be tough, and with all the clutter, I head to the living room.

I feel mysterious pressure from Ayako behind me, but I pretend not to notice.

Sit dokably in front of the table and turn on the TV.

Any show would be an irreplaceable dragon noise feature anyway, but it's better if it just sounds.

Now I want a reason not to talk to Ayako at all.

"The government asks us to avoid dark stimuli about giant organisms that have flown into the city government..."

I can't help but stare at the screen with the news of the night.

Ayako sits right next to me, staring at my face silently.

... No way, did you get caught up in the Philia thing...?

I peered in sideways and my eyes met.

Gosh, I can smile at you.

You don't look angry. But there is an inexplicable force.

I want to physically release Ayako for now, and I'll lie about "I think I'll eat something" and so on.

"I'm hungry because I walked around. I was wondering if you could make me a night meal."

"Really!

As soon as possible, he was seventeen years old, making his face shine.

"My father also eats something the day he comes home late. You're right, you're a man."

If it's not my fault, Ayako's voice seems to be playing.

Would you be so happy to have hand-cooked food?

When I can show off my homely side, I feel so sorry for myself.

"Please wait. I'll be ready in a minute."

Say, Ayako turned around.

I use hair rubber and keep my hair together cleverly.

So I figured it out, but Ayako hasn't come up with anything on her back today.

It is a noble bra.

If you're either cold, what the hell is wrong with you?

He's also opened about two buttons on his chest, and he's turned into a strangely radical girl.

It was me who remembered the worst feeling that this kind of collapse was in charge of Rio.

Anyone who has an acquaintance with a high school girl in charge of collapse and a high school girl in charge of cooking can say ace of the inhuman world already.

While I was thinking about that, Ayako was headed to the kitchen and was starting to open the fridge.

Watching as if teenage girls could make a night meal that the old man likes.

On the day that I put out a small, healthy menu, I can feel safe and disillusioned.

What a young child. It's self-satisfying to cook.

On the contrary, on the day they cook the exact dish I prefer, "I'll keep such a thoughtful child waiting at home..." my suicidal desire would shake off the meter.

I just want you to give me a break.

There isn't, is there?

Never, huh?

As I continued to observe in a prayerful way, I witnessed Ayako's hand gripping a pack of frozen dumplings.

Lies, right...?

Ayako lit a frying pan as she shook in amazement.

After a while I took a bottle of sesame oil and draped the contents out,

It sounds puffy and playable, and the fragrant scent tickles my nostrils.

Nevertheless, dumplings are.

Although a middle-aged man will want to eat in the middle of the night, it will be a menu that goes to the top.

Why, I want to say.

How do you know exactly what your uncle wants you to do?

When she looks terrified, Ayako tells her in a quiet voice.

"Your father would like a fat meal at night."

I see, that's something like a fazacon daughter.

If you think about it, it's simple, but there are girls all over the world who can't even do this.

I even get a vulgar thought that Ayako is an excellent property.

"... what else do you make?

"It's fried tofu. It's the rest of dinner, though. It's okay to just chin over here"

"Did you eat that with Angelica?

"Yes! I thought Neutral would want it too, so I made more."

Don't, don't bring all the popular people from the tavern menu.

I can't drink alcohol physically, but I generally like dishes that go with a pinch of alcohol.

Why are you doing all this like a carefree young lady?

My guilt is no longer all clear, driven by the urge to reveal everything.

But I suppress my feelings and push my heart to death.

What are you gonna tell Ayako about Philia?

It's just a waste of trouble.

Now it's time to act like a Yamato stroke, but don't forget that the inside of this kid is the bad guy himself.

When I lent my computer, my search history was contaminated in one day.

"Father Daughter R18 Video"

"Adult Male Sleeping Drug Effect Time"

"Neutral Keisuke Stripped Cora"

Don't forget that chill when it turns out you're doing research with words like that.

The last one was too maniacal, and no search engine came out.

Where is the demand?

Even so. Ayako sees no other example, she's an authentic pervert.

Relax about your superficial attitude, is that it? You're usually a good kid, aren't you? Don't think of it as something like that.

Waiting ahead is a trap. Downstairs awaits a pit full of thorns.

This kid is a pervert.

This kid is a pervert.

This kid is a pervert......

I look at the TV as I chant in my chest.

Something tells me another dragon showed up, an old announcer was reading it out.

They're working with the dragon who showed up earlier to build a nest.

In short, it's a catastrophe, but now I was concentrating all my nerves on Ayako.

From the dragon outside, she is the girl inside.

Whenever I am late returning from babysitting in Philia in the future, I find it intolerable to wonder if this kind of day will continue.

No matter how much I tell myself it's because it's weird on the inside, it's weirder not to have feelings, being worthy of a young, beautiful girl.

What am I supposed to do?

Should I have told you everything?

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