Chapter 220: [Goodbye Kiss]


    “Iroha-chan, help me~!”


    “Mai.”


    “Iroha-chan…!”


    “Don’t dogs using humannguage bother you?”


    “Whaaat!?”


    ying 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 nned, but for some reason, Maigets is excited.


    “Kyuuun, purr purr~. Ehehe~. Mai maybe could be 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 chocte on Valentine’s Day, and it was hell.


    If I be 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 myposure 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 ying house; it’s odd to be troubled by it.


    “Ah-nee, don’t move.”


    “Hyahyai…nggh!?”


    I grabbed Ah-nee by the cor 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 te, she copses 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 yhouse, 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 yacting, 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,pletely 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,e to think of it, Papa-san was drinking the same thing.


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    <<Iroha, in America, drinking alcohol in public ces 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’mpletely 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 sd.>>


    <<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 arge te.


    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.