Chapter 107 - Perfect Communication
"Please look the other way. It's embarrassing, after all."
I didn't know what she was going to do, but I could keenly sense that if I didn't obey, things would get bad.
I turned my back—meaning I was now facing the bathroom entrance—and decided to wait for Angelica to finish her business.
...Finish her business?
I realized it from my own monologue, but when a girl sitting on the toilet squirms her knees and says "don't look this way," isn't there only one thing she'd be doing?
...No way.
Angelica isn't that kind of girl.
She certainly makes repeated, over-the-top appeals, but at her core, she has proper common sense. She even has faith.
She should know her limits.
So I let my guard down, thinking that Ayako-chan was probably just about done putting Philia to bed.
I was a truly foolish man.
Even when I heard the rustling of clothes and the sound of water from behind me, I only thought that my ears or my head must be acting up.
Ayako-chan said so too. If a normal person goes through war and all that, they'd go crazy, right?
So this is an auditory hallucination. Yeah, a hallucination.
As I was staring at the wall, engaged in such fruitless escapism, I heard Angelica's voice say, "You can look this way now."
It was a development that made me very reluctant to turn around.
"I'll go outside first. It's not right to leave everything to Ayako-chan forever."
"You can look this way."
"It's my responsibility that Philia ended up in that state, so I should be the one taking care of her, yeah."
"You were able to flirt with Rio-san in the toilet, but it's impossible when it's me?"
"...Huh. You heard that from Rio?"
I was careless.
I ended up reflexively turning around, and fell right into Angelica's scheme.
"...You finally looked at me."
Angelica's face was red enough to boil over.
Her skin is so pale that changes in her complexion are immediately obvious.
And. The reason she was turning red.
Around her ankles, a twisted piece of white cloth was hanging.
Yes.
Panties.
She was talking to me with her underwear pulled down.
Unbelievable.
This girl, even though Oyaji was standing just a few dozen centimeters away, she went and did her business.
I wanted to ask if she had no shame, but judging by that complexion and how she was strictly guarding under her skirt with her hands so it couldn't be seen, she did seem to properly feel embarrassment.
While possessing such normal sensibilities, she simultaneously shows me these outrageous actions.
She's a mysterious girl.
"You... you're embarrassed doing this yourself, right... I mean, what the hell are you thinking, really?"
"I want you to do for me the same service you did for that other woman, Father."
Otherwise we won't be equal, Angelica said, frowning.
"Equal?"
"...In the battle for Father, I can't allow anyone to get an advantage. It's no good. I hate it. Father belongs to me."
"O-okay. Just put your panties on, alright? Okay?"
"I'll put them on if Father properly fulfills his support obligations."
"...What should I do?"
Angelica muttered quietly. I want you to do the same thing you did for the High Priest, she said.
"...The same as Philia... what do you mean?"
"Taking care of my downstairs! Isn't this common sense!?"
"No, it's not. As far as I know, there's never been an era where that was common sense."
"The High Priest is so unfair. Father was washing her lower body every day at this inn, right?"
She's not listening. She's completely ignoring my point.
"I just got dirty, right now. I want Father to clean me up."
"...That's impossible. I mean, you can do it yourself, right?"
"This sort of thing has meaning precisely because a girl's father does it for her."
"You mustn't attach meaning to something like this."
What is this? Why am I being pressured by a sixteen-year-old girl to wash her crotch?
What kind of chain of causality leads to getting caught up in an event like this?
Did I do something terribly bad in a past life?
Or is this a situation I should be happy about? How would a normal guy feel?
Not knowing what was what, my thoughts filled with confusion and agitation.
And the conclusion I finally reached was, "I just want to get this over with and be at ease."
I moved my legs unsteadily and took a posture as if leaning over Angelica.
"...I'll press the bidet button. That's fine, right?"
Angelica nodded rapidly.
Meaning, from now on, I am about to activate the washlet function on a girl while looking her in the eyes.
Her green eyes, framed by long eyelashes, had me perfectly in their sight.
Moist eyes. A gaze filled with expectation.
I struggle to understand.
Why am I in such a strange world...?
In a way, I even start to think, isn't this an isekai summoning?
This act is practically equivalent to jumping to a different world. This private room alone is another dimension.
"...Of course, you'll do it up to the wiping part too, right?"
I don't know what's "of course" about it, but since I had currently lost my normal judgment, I could only answer with things like "yeah" or "uh-huh."
"Ah, when you wipe, it would help if you rolled up your sleeves. I want to see the moving blood vessels and muscles..."
I wondered what kind of fetish that was, but since liking to look at a man's arms is a common preference among girls, I felt like, well, whatever.
I promised to roll up my sleeves as requested.
"Also, how should I say this... there's a line I want you to say."
The words "Isn't that a lot of requests?" rose to my throat, but I held them back.
I felt Angelica's mood gradually improving, so I decided to let her have her way.
"What should I say?"
"'Now, now. Can Ange not go to the toilet by herself? Here, Papa will help you.'"
"That's perverse."
"Add 'This is a secret from your mother' too."
"Well, I sure as hell can't tell my wife about this. It's grounds for divorce."
"And then, while wiping, I want you to say, 'It's so much prettier than your mother's. Ange... Papa, somehow, when he looks at you...' with ragged breath."
"What's with this rivalry you have against your mother? Is a scenario where you steal your father your thing?"
"To finish, while repeatedly calling out in anguish, 'I'm getting a divorce...! I'm divorcing your mother...! Ange...! Ange...! I'll go get the divorce papers with these hands that washed you here...! I'll get them right away...!' and then dressing me in my underwear, that would make me completely satisfied."
I definitely feel like she's getting a bad influence from Ayako-chan.
What has become of my daughter's sexual fetishes?
Or is this a desire she originally had?
"Whatever, fine... I just have to do it, right?"
After everything was finished, a system message crossed my vision.
【Affection Level of Party Member, Holy Maiden Angelica, has increased by 9999】