Can I Call You Dad? (R-21)

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"Thanks, Dad. For sticking with someone like me."

After ending the stream, Aika was unexpectedly calm.

Honestly, I had expected her to break down sobbing upon discovering the hidden perversions within herself.

But the current Aika was closer to feeling refreshed, having fully understood her own desires.

To be gangbanged by every man she'd ever met.

Despite carrying such a twisted fantasy, the girl had accepted it all without resistance.

"I'm not… uninterested in your cock, Dad. But when I think about all those guys watching the stream, getting hard because of me, I just can't focus on anything else."

It wasn't an excuse, but Aika still offered an apologetic explanation for her behavior.

In her mind, the thrill of being ravaged by multiple men outweighed the pleasure of being taken by me alone.

Sexual desires are honest.

Her craving to be drenched in the cum of countless men ran deeper than the bond we'd built over our time together.

This wasn't about virtue or morality.

Just as I couldn't help getting aroused by Suzuka's budding breasts, Aika couldn't help imagining herself being gangbanged and driven to ecstasy whenever she saw a group of men.

"Sorry for being this kind of daughter. Sorry for being a girl who gets off imagining other men's cocks."

Aika smiled faintly at me, her expression tinged with sadness.

Honestly, I'd feared that after this stream, she might leave this house again—that she'd be unable to bear her own perversions, unable to stay with me, and return to her family.

But that worry had been unnecessary.

Right now, there was no sign she intended to leave the Sasazana Apartments.

Though her deviant nature wounded her, she hadn't reached the point of outright self-denial.

That was likely thanks to the time we'd spent together.

By exposing each other's fetishes and gradually bridging the gap between us, we'd avoided a catastrophic separation.

Ours was a twisted bond—far from the ideal father-daughter relationship.

But it was undeniably our bond.

Father and daughter.

Lovers.

Sex partners.

Countless variations existed.

They say no two people are alike, but a pair who embodied all these roles at once might be unique in the world.

Admittedly, wanting my daughter to be both my lover and sex partner was greedy.

But at this point, I had no intention of giving it up.

Humans are creatures ruled by desire.

When it comes to lust, individuality runs wild, and everyone seeks their own ideal circumstances through trial and error.

I no longer planned to let go of Anna, Suzuka, Anzu, or Ayaka.

Nor would I let go of Aika—not as my daughter, not as my lover, and not as my sex partner.

"Aika."

I looked straight into my daughter's eyes and pulled out a document.

The adoption papers we'd left pending for the past six months.

Just the other day, official approval had finally come through.

A thirty-four-year-old single salary man adopting a thirteen-year-old girl—under normal circumstances, such a parent-child relationship would never be permitted. But whether through the influence of the Kutsuki family or some other factor, we had been granted the right to become father and daughter.

"Wait… really?"

Of course, Aika's eyes widened in shock.

She must have never truly believed this day would come.

She had grown up unloved by her father, Kutsuki Daijirou.

Her mother was likely already dead.

And so, she had yearned for a father's love.

Desperate enough to offer her body to a stranger like me, to move into my home as a dependent.

Our relationship had been built on substituting sex for paternal affection.

But now, that era was coming to an end.

Once these papers were submitted, we would officially become father and daughter.

Aika would finally have what she had always longed for.

The unconditional guarantee of being loved—

An unbreakable bond.

"Dad… are you really okay with this?"

This was Aika's final confirmation.

Once these papers were submitted, there would be no turning back.

She was worried—would becoming the father of a girl like her ruin my life?

But deep down, she wanted to be my daughter.

It was what she had always craved.

And so, in front of her, I tore the documents to shreds.

The moment I did, the light drained from Aika's eyes.

Hope breeds despair.

And in that instant, I witnessed it firsthand in the eyes of the person who mattered most to me.

The sin and punishment of her own perversions.

A self-inflicted reckoning.

I could almost see those words flashing through her mind.

Which was why I spoke the words I had prepared long ago—

The line I had always meant to say.

"Marry me."

At first, Aika didn't seem to understand.

It was as if she'd been hit with an elaborate prank, only to realize the prank itself was part of an even bigger joke. Her confusion was palpable.

"Are… you serious?"

She was completely torn between belief and doubt—no, more like 10% belief and 90% doubt.

"Dead serious. I really want you to marry me."

I said it with complete sincerity.

Normally, a thirty-four-year-old single man proposing to a thirteen-year-old girl would be absurd.

The epitome of a Lolita complex.

But this was my genuine, unfiltered truth.

I was 100% serious.

"Even though I'm… this much of a pervert?"

Aika still couldn't wrap her head around it.

She never imagined a marriage proposal would come her way—especially not after admitting she fantasized about other men (multiple men, no less) while having sex with her partner.

"I'm a pervert too. I've slept with multiple elementary and middle schoolers besides you. Suzuka."

If Aika was a deviant, then so was I. I'd taken Suzuka and Charlotte without hesitation, fucked Anna and Anzu almost daily—raw, with creampies. Sometimes even using Viag◯.

"Well… yeah, I guess that's true."

The fact that she didn't deny my perversion stung a little, but now wasn't the time for that.

"I'm going to keep violating those girls. I won't be satisfied otherwise. So you should keep having sex with me like today. Even if the men in your fantasies aren't me, I don't care. I want you to indulge in being ravaged by as many other men as you can imagine."

"W-would you stop phrasing it like that?!"

Aika's face burned red, but I could tell the thought excited her.

We were both hardcore perverts.

"That's why I want to marry you. If we're both deviants, there's't be no problem, right?"

This wasn't conceit.

There couldn't be many men who'd accept Aika's fetishes.

And when it came to providing the kind of depraved sex she craved, I was the only one in her life who could.

"No problem? I think there are plenty of problems…"

Aika mumbled, embarrassed.

Even if two perverts got together, it didn't guarantee smooth sailing. But it still had to work better than pairing a normal person with a deviant. Aika seemed to think so too.

"...You won't regret it?"

She still looked uneasy.

She must have never truly believed I'd accept her kinks—let alone propose.

"I won't. If I would've regretted it, I wouldn't have let you do that stream."

Even I had to admit that was a solid point.

If I hadn't accepted Aika's desires, I never would've allowed such a deranged broadcast in the first place.

Normal people wouldn't willingly become a tool for someone else's fantasies.

"My desires aren't going to change, you know?"

"I don't care."

"I do love you, Dad… but I don't want to have sex with you."

"I know. You want to have sex with the multiple men around you—not me."

Aika's expression seemed to ask, Then why?

Most men wouldn't tolerate their partner fantasizing about others during sex.

"I love erect penises. Just… not yours. I love other men's cocks. I want to be surrounded by them, used like a fleshlight. Even knowing that… you still want to marry me?"

"Yes. Even so, I want to spend my life with you."

This barrage of questions was probably her last attempt to make me back out.

But I wouldn't bend.

I was the adult here. No way I'd let a thirteen-year-old talk me out of this.

"...Fine. If you're that serious… then I'll marry you."

Reluctantly, she accepted the proposal.

Though she let out a long sigh, it didn't seem entirely unwilling.

"Just know there's no take-backs. I'm making you marry me now."

"I wouldn't dream of backing out. Right now, I want nothing more than to take you in my arms."

"Even if I imagine other men's cocks while you do?"

Aika smirked, entirely unrepentant. Half-joking, half-serious.

"Like whose?"

"W-what does it matter? Anyone's fine!"

"Speaking of, who's this Nishimura-senpai? The upperclassman Mizuki mentioned you were hanging out with?"

"D-don't interrogate me right after proposing!"

Aika protested, her face scarlet. Clearly, I'd hit the mark. Despite brushing off the delinquent upperclassman's advances, she'd secretly fantasized about being violated by him.

"And Mizuki's dad showed up too? Seriously?"

"S-so what?! I just felt like being defiled by him!"

The subject matter was extreme, but this was our first lovers' quarrel.

Despite our age gap and differing kinks, sharing our secrets had brought us closer—maybe even made us seem like a real couple.

"Then next time, want to roleplay as that senpai and Mizuki's dad?"

When I whispered the suggestion, Aika's ears turned bright red. She denied it, but I could tell she was already getting excited.

What a perverted middle schooler. And she's my daughter.

"Meanwhile, you have plans with Anna and the others later, don't you? How are you not exhausted?"

"You like that I'm insatiable, don't you?"

"I like men with big dicks, not stamina! Like Tanaka-kun or Nishimura-senpai!"

"You've seen Nishimura-senpai's?"

"I didn't see it, he flashed it at me! That's why I can't forget it!"

Even I had to admit this was one hell of a conversation. Under normal circumstances, it would be unthinkable.

"...Next time, roleplay as him while you fuck me."

"Gladly."

But for us, this was just another day in our "normal."