Can I Call You Dad? (R-21)

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"Are you really going?"

While preparing to go out, Aika keeps asking me over and over. The fact that she keeps confirming must mean she doesn't really want to go.

"Of course I am. This is about formally receiving you as my own, after all."

My proposal was to go and greet the Kutsuki family.

I'm going to meet that Kutsuki Daijirou. I know Aika doesn't want to, but now that we're engaged, it's only proper to formally greet her father.

After all, what I received (verbally, at least) was custody and parental rights over Aika, not permission to marry her.

That Kutsuki Daijirou doesn't strike me as the type to care about principles or sincerity. He's a man whose values are fundamentally different from ordinary people.

This is purely about my own sense of responsibility as a man—a matter of personal conviction.

Besides, marriage with a minor requires parental consent, and since we're refusing the once-approved adoption, we need to formally communicate that as well.

More than anything, I thought Aika herself needed closure—to formally leave that household behind.

And above all, it was only because I sensed a change in Aika's heart—that she'd be okay no matter what that man said to her now—that I made this proposal.

It might be conceited, but I pride myself on the fact that, for Aika, I've become someone who surpasses her original father.

And to me, Aika is irreplaceable.

"...Well, if Dad says so, I guess it's fine."

In the end, Aika reluctantly agreed to go to the Kutsuki household. The Aika from before would have flat-out refused.

I choose to believe this is proof of the change in her heart.

By the way, even now, after accepting my proposal, Aika still calls me "Dad." Part of it is for appearances, but it's also because she can't quite grasp the reality of being my fiancée.

I think that's something that can change gradually, and if Aika wants to keep calling me that, she's free to do so.

I am Aika's father, and at the same time, her fiancé. In this vast world, I think it's fine for such a unique relationship to exist.

"Wait, seriously?"

The first one to greet us at the Kutsuki household was Aika's younger sister, Suzuka.

Suzuka looks like a carbon copy of Aika, just shrunk down to elementary school size. I've had a physical relationship with her too, but of course, no one in this household knows that.

"...Well, if Big Sis is okay with it, then I guess it's fine. I don't think he's a bad person or anything."

When Aika told her about the engagement, Suzuka seemed a little awkward but ultimately accepted it.

This is the same girl who once stormed into Sazanami-so to take Aika back. I expected more resistance, but maybe after sharing a bed with me, she came to understand my good points. At the very least, that night at the hot spring inn, we embraced each other like lovers. The sight of Suzuka begging for my semen was one of the most erotic things I've ever seen.

"What do you think Kutsuki Daijirou will say?"

As part of my preliminary research, I asked Suzuka, his younger daughter.

"He'll probably be fine with it."

Her response was surprisingly casual.

I'd like to believe that too, but getting custody and getting permission to marry are two different things. And precisely because that man is so inscrutable, our situation is far from something to take lightly.

But—

"I don't see a problem. Whether you're giving your daughter away or marrying her off, there's not much difference."

Kutsuki Daijirou, whom I hadn't seen in a while, said something unexpectedly reasonable.

Then again, this is the same man who casually handed over parental rights to someone else. And let's not forget that I'm the one trying to marry a middle school girl. Neither of us was ever normal to begin with. But having it approved so easily just leaves me feeling deflated.

"So that's how it was. That whole 'lodging' incident back then had a reason behind it, huh."

Kutsuki Daijirou nodded as if everything made sense. Before the school trip, after Aika saw that video of me and Anna, she left Sazanami-so and "lodged" at the Kutsuki household.

It's strange to call staying at your own family home "lodging," but since Aika and Daijirou both consider it a separate household (verbally, at least), the term fits better than "returning home."

"I've done some research of my own. It seems you've been involved with quite a few young girls, Kasahara-san. My Suzuka has also been… thoroughly taken care of by you."

I nearly spat out my tea.

How does he know that?

"Our line of work gives us connections to various institutions, so we can conduct such investigations."

The Kutsuki family's business remains as mysterious as ever, but more than that, I was terrified by how casually this man spoke about me bedding his daughters (a middle schooler and an elementary schooler). It was like discussing the weather. I truly have no idea what goes on in his head.

"Suzuka seems interested in men like you, and Aika has her own… preferences. You must find them very convenient partners."

There was no sarcasm or malice in Daijirou's monotone delivery. At this point, he must also know about Aika's streaming. It seems we've been dancing in the palm of his hand all along.

Realizing that her father had seen those streams, Aika wore a deeply conflicted expression, but she didn't try to run.

Because I was beside her—that might be conceited, but I want to believe it.

"...Let me tell you an old story."

With the deliberate pacing of someone lighting a cigarette, Daijirou changed the subject. On the surface, it seemed unrelated, but sensing a glimpse into his mind, I decided to hear him out.

"Fifteen, sixteen years ago, I took in a prostitute I met through work. She was Aika and Suzuka's mother."

The old-fashioned term "prostitute" likely meant a soapland worker or delivery health girl. Given Daijirou's nature, he probably didn't meet her as a client but as part of his job. It only deepens the mystery of his profession.

"Taking in" (落籍) is also an archaic term, roughly meaning "emancipation" or "buying out" a prostitute's contract.

"She had a rape fantasy. She enjoyed being forced by men she disliked. It got to the point where she made it her profession, but I was drawn to that part of her. I like broken people."

Putting it rudely, broken people being drawn to broken people makes sense. The reason I was drawn to Aika is because I, too, have my own perversions, and Aika was drawn to that part of me.

But to think Aika's mother had the same kind of fetish is surprising. I don't know if such things are hereditary, but Aika's reaction upon hearing this was even more complicated.

"Then, thirteen years ago, Aika was born. I once told you she was my mistress's child, but that was a lie."

"Huh?"

The one who gasped in shock was Aika.

Aika had always been told she was the child of her mother and a lover—not Daijirou's.

To have that suddenly denied left her utterly bewildered.

"Aika is biologically my daughter. So is Suzuka. That woman's rape fantasy seemed to fade after having children, and there was no sign of her taking a lover afterward."

I could tell Aika wanted to ask why.

She had always believed she was unloved because she was a lover's child. To learn that was a lie must have shaken her to her core.

Depending on his reason, I was ready to punch this man.

No—I'd decided to punch him regardless. There's no justification for lying to avoid loving your own child.

"I wanted to know. If I raised two daughters born under the same conditions—loving one and not the other—how would the unloved one break?"

I didn't understand.

For such an incomprehensible reason, Aika was made into an experiment?

Denied the parental love she should have had by default, forced to grow up into a girl who left home at thirteen?

"Why would you do that?"

Aika was the one who spoke first.

I was glad she did.

If she hadn't, I'm certain I would've strangled this man on the spot.

"Without distortion, humans aren't human. The current Aika is distorted—and beautiful. I'm proud to call her my daughter."

That day, when Aika was streaming while I violated her, she was indeed beautiful.

Liberating her desires, surrendering to pleasure—she was obscene and radiant.

But that doesn't justify not loving your child. Nothing could.

"Then I want an environment where I can keep being that way. A place where I can be violated by this man while the whole world watches."

Aika, whose heart had nearly shattered, steadied herself by making demands of her former father.

"If you want me to keep breaking, give me everything—a house, streaming equipment, all of it. No compromises."

What Aika was asking for would likely cost hundreds of millions.

Yet she made the demand without hesitation.

As compensation for never being loved as a daughter.

This was her way of settling the score.

"Fine. If that's what it takes for Aika to keep breaking."

To my surprise, Daijirou agreed without resistance.

We came here just for marriage permission, yet things had escalated beyond anything I imagined.

But would Aika really be satisfied with this?

I can't imagine money alone could fill the void of a parent's love.

"...If you had loved me, I probably never would've met Kouichirou. I wouldn't have realized my desire to be violated by so many men, either. For that, I'm grateful. For everything else—no. But that's covered by the compensation I just demanded."

I couldn't help but admire her resilience.

Deep down, she must be hurting. But she's decided it's better to focus on the future than dwell on the past.

It might be the bravado of a thirteen-year-old girl, but compared to the girl who could only sob six months ago, this growth is undeniable.

And I know it's because of everything that happened after we met.

Finding her true desires and a partner who accepts them.

In that, I've been just as fortunate.

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"Are you really going?"

"Of course. We came to greet them—skipping your mother would be unfair."

The exact opposite of this morning's exchange.

With marriage permission secured and an absurd financial bonus on top, I thought we were done.

But then Aika made one last proposal.

"Let's greet Mom too. She's already passed, so it'll just be at the family altar, but we should at least pay our respects."

I get that it's proper etiquette.

Even if the person is deceased, reporting an engagement is a basic duty.

But after hearing all that about her being a prostitute with rape fantasies, I hesitate to even look at her portrait.

Not that I'm one to judge, but I'm not exactly eager.

"Mom. I brought the man I'm marrying."

Sliding open the door to what must be the Buddhist altar, Aika announced it outright. The way she avoided stepping on the tatami borders showed she was raised with some manners. But hearing her call me her "husband-to-be" out loud made me oddly embarrassed.

"...He's quite young, isn't he?"

The portrait showed a woman in her early twenties.

Short hair, striking features—a beauty who clearly resembled Aika and Suzuka.

Her calm demeanor in the photo was a far cry from the promiscuous image I'd been given.

"She died right after giving birth to Suzuka. She was around twenty-three, I think."

Aika's expression softened as she spoke of her mother.

If Suzuka was born when Aika was two, that means her mother died when Aika was two. Maybe somewhere in her heart, she remembers being loved by her.

"If she was twenty-three when Suzuka was born, that would make her around my age now."

Twenty-three plus eleven is thirty-four—simple math. Which means I've proposed to a girl whose mother was my age. My perversion just keeps escalating.

"Age gaps don't matter, right? Suzuka and I are both old enough to have sex."

In Aika's mind, "old enough to have sex" seems to equate to "old enough to marry." That works for me, though legally, we'll have to wait until she's sixteen—three more years.

"Besides, this isn't the kind of conversation to have in front of a memorial tablet."

Despite bringing it up herself, Aika's cheeks flushed slightly.

With practiced hands, she lit candles and incense, then clasped her hands before her mother's portrait.

Maybe the reason she could endure thirteen years in this household was because she had her mother—a confidant in her heart.

Memories are idealized.

Even if this woman wasn't as perfect as Aika remembers, the dead are remembered kindly.

But judging by the photo, Aika and Suzuka's mother seemed genuinely gentle.

She reminds me of someone I know.

A girl who acted tough but secretly wanted to be protected, to be treated like a girl.

If I had to compare—well, it's a memory I'd rather not dwell on, but she reminds me of Enka, the girl I briefly dated in middle school—

"Huh?"

Then, a strange sense of déjà vu hit me.

The young woman in the portrait.

Aika's mother's face overlapped with Enka's from middle school.

The woman in the photo resembled her daughters, Aika and Suzuka.

But at the same time, she also looked like Enka.

People can resemble strangers, but this is too much to be a coincidence.

Enka at thirteen.

I never saw her again after she transferred, but if ten years had passed, she might've grown into a woman like this.

Aika's gangbang fantasy makes sense if that's the case.

That day, when Enka was being assaulted by the delinquent Yanaga-senpai, even an outsider could tell.

It was hard to believe they were consenting. It was clearly rape.

Yet Enka was so visibly aroused because she must've had rape fantasies to begin with.

If Aika is Enka's daughter, her desires are no surprise.

"What's wrong?"

Noticing me frozen before the altar, Aika tilted her head.

At that moment, I wanted to confirm her full name over and over.

If her full name is Kutsuki Enka, formerly Kishibe Enka, then she's undoubtedly that Enka.

If so, then a decade after that traumatic memory, I've ended up engaged to Enka's daughter.

A miracle-like twist of fate.

But I decided not to confirm it.

Even if Aika's mother was Enka, nothing would change.

I'd still protect Aika just the same.

As her father.

And now, as her partner.

"Oh, right."

After I finished paying my respects, Aika spoke up as if remembering something. Given the context, it was probably about her mother.

"Before Suzuka was born, I asked Mom something once."

"Before Suzuka was born" means Aika was two. How accurate her memory is at that age is questionable, but—

"I asked, 'What will you name the baby?' She said if it's a girl, Suzuka, and—"

I wanted to believe this story.

Because if it's true, it would be—

"—if it's a boy, Kouichirou. What a coincidence, huh?"

—the happiest outcome possible.

"You just remembered that now?"

"Yeah. Seeing Mom's photo and Dad's profile, it just came to me."

There's no way Aika could know about me and Enka. It must just be coincidence.

Even if it is, I felt a little saved.

If Enka from back then had even a shred of feelings for me, then the despairing boy I was back then might've been saved too.

"So there was a chance you could've been my older sister. Wanna try a big-sis roleplay sometime?"

"N-No way! You're my dad and my husband-to-be, right? Not my little brother."

Flustered, Aika shook her head. To her, I'm already fixed in that role.

It's endearing and embarrassing—what a childish fiancée I've ended up with.

"Then what about fantasizing about being violated by a bratty elementary schooler while he calls you 'big sis'?"

Aika froze. She was probably imagining herself being taken by a young boy.

Even after getting engaged, human desires don't change. I'm no different.

I'll keep violating other girls, and Aika will keep fantasizing about being taken by other men.

"...How big is his dick?"

"Obviously huge. Easily adult-sized."

"...What kind of sex?"

"The aggressive type. Starts off acting like an innocent kid, then turns into a beast in bed."

Though she verbally resisted, it was clear Aika was intrigued. I've gotten better at understanding her "preferences."

Aika fundamentally enjoys being dominated, regardless of the other person's age or status. And a huge dick is non-negotiable. She definitely wants someone bigger than me.

"...If Dad wants to, I'll think about it."

Her cheeks still red, this was her version of a green light. We'll probably act it out tonight. I doubt I can convincingly play an elementary schooler, but it's all up to Aika's imagination.

And so, we've officially gotten engaged.

Thirteen and thirty-four.

An unconventional age gap, but in ten years, a twenty-three and forty-four couple wouldn't be so unusual.

If anything, I'm more worried about my parents' reaction when I bring Aika home in three years. But there's no point worrying now, so I pushed the thought aside.

Right now, what I need is to satisfy Aika's fantasy roleplay.

And to satisfy myself with other girls.

Suzuka.

Anna.

Mizuki.

Ayaka.

Anzu-chan.

And while we're at it, Charlotte and Claire too.

With this many, even a dozen dicks wouldn't be enough.

I should probably stock up on more Viagra.

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