CHAPTER 220: [GOODBYE KISS]

“Iroha-chan, help me~!”

“Mai.”

“Iroha-chan…!”

“Don’t dogs using human language bother you?”

“Whaaat!?”

Playing along with kids is also our job as adults.

Well, in my case, I can understand whether it’s a dog or not.

“Kuun! Kuun!”

“….Ah. Good boy, good boy.”

“”!?!?!?”

I pat Mai’s head as he whines. I’m just treating him like a dog as planned, but for some reason, Maigets is excited.

“Kyuuun, purr purr~. Ehehe~. Mai maybe could become Iroha-chan’s dog.”

Mai says quietly, and I’m astonished, “Is that okay with you?”

Then, embarrassed Ah-nee pinches the hem of my clothes and shyly speaks.

“Da-Darling…”

“Uh, um… Yes, Honey.”

Unconsciously, we stare at each other.

Mama and Papa are in love~!

W-wrong perception!?

I also feel embarrassed and quickly avert my gaze.

Damn it. What is this? Even though she’s that rough Ah-nee!

Mama cooks meals~, here you go.

“Um, is this okay?”

With toy cooking utensils in hand, Ah-nee pretends to cook.

It’s good acting, really.

I once tasted Ah-nee’s handmade chocolate on Valentine’s Day, and it was hell.

If I become her husband, it will surely be tough every day.

“N-no, no.”

Since a while ago, my thoughts have clearly been drifting in a strange direction.

Thanks to Ah-nee’s weirdness, I’m losing my composure too.

“Dinner’s ready~. Here, Darling. Aah~”

“A-ah~”

“W-wan~!? Woof~!”

Desperately barking, Mai tries to disturb us.

But it’s our daughter’s request, so I can’t help it.

Moreover, this is just acting.

Just acting, that’s all.

After eating, Papa goes to work, okay?

Ah, right. W-well then, I’m off.

Finally, I can be released.

Just when I thought so, our daughter dropped a bombshell.

Hey, you can’t do that, Papa! You haven’t kissed me for “I’m leaving” yet!

K-kiss~!?

“W-what’s wrong, Iroha-chan… Darling? I heard something about a kiss.”

“Eh, ah, y-you see…”

“W-wan~~~!?”

Hearing “kiss,” even Mai panics.

Why is this happening!?

Faster~!

Pushed by our daughter, I face my Ah-nee, feeling her encouragement on my back.

Ah-nee’s face is also beet red, and she’s flustered.

“What should I do… ugh, seriously!”

I scratch my head vigorously and confront Ah-nee head-on.

I’m getting irritated in a full circle.

Why do I have to allocate so much brainpower to something other than being a VTuber?

This is just playing house; it’s odd to be troubled by it.

“Ah-nee, don’t move.”

“Hyahyai…nggh!?”

I grabbed Ah-nee by the collar and pulled her down.

Perhaps because it was a surprise attack on her, she easily

Her face approaches…

— Chutsu.

“Gyawaaah~!?”

Mai’s scream resonates in the American sky.

After finishing my business with Ah-nee, I push her away with a thud.

“W-wait…!?”

Stepping on the plate, she collapses from her knees, holding her face with a deep red blush.

Wiping my mouth, I say to my daughter,

Is this okay?

Yeah! Papa, you looked cool~! Have a safe trip! And the dog is too noisy.

With my daughter’s approval, I leave the scene.

Exiting the playhouse, I return to the table where the parents are.

Ugh~, tired~

Sorry, had you deal with our daughter.

And what were you two doing? Mine suddenly screamed, and it startled me.

Hm? Ah~ Just some fan service for our daughter.

Saying that, I make a kissing sound with my lips.

Come to think of it, since it’s just playacting, there was no need to seriously kiss.

So, what I did earlier was just mimicking a kiss near Ah-nee’s face.

Well, from the perspective of those around us—especially Mine, who was crouching and pretending to be a dog—I don’t know how it looked.

Huh? I don’t really get it, but more importantly, about the barbecue…

Hey, don’t change the subject.

Angu Ogu starts talking about the barbecue.

This girl, completely unaware of our struggles, is immersed in the meat.

Angu Ogu… Next time our daughter calls you, it’s your turn.

I send her a resentful look and take a sip of the juice I was drinking.

By the way, come to think of it, Papa-san was drinking the same thing.

Papa-san, you don’t drink alcohol?

Iroha, in America, drinking alcohol in public places is illegal.

Oh, I see.

Drinking alcohol while enjoying cherry blossoms or on the beach is unique to Japan.

Or so I thought, but Papa-san denied it with a “no.”

Well, technically, we can drink in this barbecue area since it’s private. But my wife is strict about alcohol. I’m completely under her control, you see.

Wait, that makes it sound like I’m scary.

Oops, my wife has sharp ears, by the way.

Haa~. If you say that, I won’t give you this potato salad.

Of course, it’s a joke. I love you, my wife.

Me too.

The wife, who was preparing side dishes at another table, appears with a large plate.

Ignoring our gazes, they reconcile with a kiss.

Iroha, when we argue next time…

Be quiet.

Watching this, their daughter must have grown up.

No wonder. I nodded in understanding.