Chapter 132 - Strongest VS Most Beloved
Angelica whispered in a damp voice, raining kisses upon my face.
My reason gradually receded, eroded by the softness of her lips and the scent of a young girl.
"...I'm going to give birth to Father's baby, you know... Every single year, you know..."
Every year, she says...?
I pictured Angelica, pregnant almost without rest, giving birth at a high pace of once every ten months.If that happened, a great many children would be born.And some of them might end up in a situation where, despite being siblings born a year apart, they're in the same school grade.
That would be bad.
They'd be bullied by classmates, asking just how much their parents go at it.Even as it is, they'd look half-foreign, and if their parents' procreation pace was abnormal on top of that, they'd be an outsider among outsiders.I should at least give them normal names, or they'll probably resent me when they grow up.
For names that sound half but are normal, I guess you'd pick names common to both Japan and the West, like "Ken," "Lisa," or "Anna."If I also consider the stroke count, the candidates get narrowed down considerably...
...
No, that's wrong.
No, that's wrong, wrong, wrong.
Why am I worrying on the premise that we'll have kids!?
The moment I make a baby with my stepdaughter, it's game over, isn't it!?
I muster what little morality I have left, flickering like a candle in the wind, and stare hard at Angelica's face.A beautiful girl whose white skin is flushed bright red with the flames of desire.If my reason is a flickering candle flame, Angelica's lust is a campfire.I'm clearly outmatched in firepower.
How on earth can we return to our original relationship from here?How can I pacify Angelica?
Isn't there a way to relieve her pent-up frustration without resorting to sexual acts?
...Think.
Wasn't there something off about Angelica's words and actions?That's it.This girl has been talking about pregnancy, skipping right over romance and marriage, hasn't she?
Angelica is excessively eager to give birth to children.Along with her sexual desire, she also has an excess of maternal instinct.
Then there's a gap to exploit there.If I can reach a state beyond human limits, casting aside reason and dignity, it might just be possible.
That's right.
From this moment on, I abandon being human.A means to soothe her rampaging maternal instincts without impregnating Angelica. A means to provide a baby without making a baby.There is only one such thing in this world—
"...Babuu."
—For me, myself, to become a baby.
"F-Father!?"
"Ta-ii."
I picture myself as a fetus.I focus my strength in my core, and imagine an umbilical cord growing from just above it.Limbs curled, I chant in baby-talk with a lisping tongue.
Henceforth, I am an infant, and Angelica is my mother.
A heretical act of finding an air placenta in a girl half my age. A method likely impossible for any normal human being.It was a vicious attempt, possible only for me, who will choose any means for certain victory.Or rather, it might be more accurate to say it's not just possible for me, but something only I would do.
"T-To think, at thirty-two years old... Soon to be thirty-three once your birthday comes, and you're doing something like that, are you really okay with this!?"
"Babbuu, babubuu, manmaa (Hey now, Mama Ange. Are you okay? I'm not thirty-two years old, I'm thirty-two seconds old, you know? You just gave birth to me a moment ago, did you already forget?)"
"Th-Thirty-two seconds old...!? That's...!? Father's regression to infancy, has its limiter been released...!?"
"Nmanmanmanmanmanmaa (You're pretty far gone yourself. How can you understand me when I talk like this?)"
"Tch... To think Father's infantilization has reached this level..."
Now, prepare yourself, Angelica.I can't help you vent your sexual desires, but I can be an outlet for your maternal instincts.Use me to consume that overflowing mama-ness of yours.
"Babuu! (What's wrong, Ange? I'm the newborn you've been longing for, right?)"
"...I'm surprised myself, but I'm starting to feel like this is cute in its own way..."
Angelica's expression softens.—An opening.Without missing a beat, I push Angelica away, leap high with the muscles of a full-grown man, and retreat onto the bed.
"Babuu!"
But the moment I land, I return my heart to that of a baby.Immediately I get down on all fours, shifting into a threatening pose.
"Babububuu (Surely you can't do naughty things with your own baby, right? Right, Mama Ange?)"
"W-Well, certainly... Father as he is now isn't at an age where he can do naughty things..."
To Angelica, who approaches with sweat beading on her forehead, I show off my victory crawl.
"Babbubu... Ba-bbubbubbu! (Ah-ha-ha! Aaah-ha-ha-ha! I won! Perfectly! With no hard feelings after!)"
"...Somehow, looking at Father now... I've started wanting to give you milk."
"Babuu?"
Milk?But there aren't any dairy products in this room, right?Wait. What are you planning to do, Mama?
Silently, Angelica sat on the edge of the bed and placed my head on her lap.A Lap Pillow.The feel of her plump thighs, her hot breath on my cheek, the rustling sound of clothes.
I have a bad feeling about this.
Following my intuition, I timidly raise my gaze.Then I see Angelica, with her left hand, lifting up her own hoodie.A pure white bosom wrapped in a black bra appears, right before my nose with a bounce.
As for her right hand, it was reaching toward the area below my navel—
"No, that would be a problem. Please stop."
"You've forgotten your baby talk."
"Babu, babubbabuu. Babubuabuu."
What... what an outrage!I don't know where on earth she learned it, but Angelica intends to breastfeed me while simultaneously playing pranks on my lower body.
"Anmuaa! Babubbubaa! (Don't screw with me! I don't recall teaching you such shameless acts! Who put you up to this!? Speak!)"
"It was you, Father."
"Babuu!? (Hah!?)"
"When I was fiddling with Father's computer together with Ayako, we found a folder named 'Tax Related.' I didn't know what it was, but Ayako seemed to catch on immediately. She said things like, 'That's a naming scheme typical of a decoy folder, and the file size is unnaturally large.' And when we opened it, a bunch of videos came out."
"Um, shouldn't we be heading home soon? Ayako-san might have made dinner and be waiting for us, you know?"
"What's with that tone of voice?"
My body trembles as I take shallow, wheezing breaths.Damn it. I can't deny that I've been busy lately and neglected managing my computer.Living with a modern kid like Ayako-chan, I should have anticipated this kind of situation.
"Father, you usually act all high and mighty like a dad, but you're actually a big baby at heart, aren't you? It's okay, you don't have to push yourself. In front of me, please return to your baby days, in body and soul... Ah, but it's fine if just your lower body stays adult. That's what you like, isn't it?"
"Ba, babuu... (K-Kill me... If you're going to humiliate me further, just kill me...!)"
I writhe in shame and humiliation, uttering lines almost like a female knight.Even though I'd finally gotten things going at my pace, to allow the tables to turn like this...
No matter how much I cry like a baby with all my might, if my opponent brings it into breastfeeding sex, it's all for nothing.Even if my heart is that of a baby, Angelica can easily balance being both "Mama" and "Woman."The atmosphere instantly reverts to a sexual one.
What do I do...?
Should I just wet myself?If I do that, this sickly sweet and indecent atmosphere would be blown away in an instant, but I feel like the cost would be my authority as a father vanishing without a trace.Though my paternal authority is already in shambles the moment I'm babbling like a baby, I still had a sense of shame that wanted to protect that one line at all costs.
"Father, please wait with your mouth open, okay? I'm preparing some delicious milk for you right now, okay?"
With an alluring smile, Angelica is in the process of unhooking her bra.Am I going to end up sucking her breast like this?
—Wait.
Did Angelica just say "open your mouth"?
Don't I feel something off about that?After all, I'm still a healthy baby boy, thirty-two seconds old, weighing 2600 grams.In that case, isn't there something else to do before breastfeeding?
I delve deeper into the heart of an infant.I recreate my newborn self.That's right, I haven't yet—
"Gahah, gohoh, gohoh! Geheh!"
"Father!?"
"Efuh, efuh!"
"What's wrong, why are you suddenly choking?"
To Angelica, who peers at me with worry, I reply with a smirk twisting my lips.
"How naive, Mama Ange... My mouth is still full of amniotic fluid! There's no way I can drink breast milk!"
"Ahh!"
I immediately follow up with an attack on the faltering Angelica.I clink-clink off my belt and tuck it into my pants.If I stretch it out like a tail, the birth of an "umbilical cord."
"Look, look, the umbilical cord is still dangling, see? There's something to do before breastfeeding, right? At this rate, won't it mean I haven't been properly born yet? You have to gently and carefully snip it off, right?"
"Th-That's... I'm not a midwife, so I don't really understand this kind of thing...!?"
"Well, take your time thinking it over."
Angelica's face is pale.As expected of someone with an almost maddening amount of maternal instinct, her heart must have completely become that of a mother who has just given birth.
"Now then, I think I'll go soak in my first bath."
Since we came all the way to a love hotel, I might as well take a bath, I think as I get up.
"Mama, you stay there and think long and hard."
"Y-Yes, you're right. I don't know how much I can handle with my knowledge, but I'll think about it..."
Leaving Angelica, who has started groaning in thought, I head to the bathroom.I quickly strip while humming a tune and fill the tub with hot water.Then I briskly wash my body and lower myself into the bathtub.
"It's a bit of a problem that she can see me over there, but well, I'll just think of it as an open-air bath."
I enjoy the bath while gazing at Angelica, who is still racking her brains on the bed.And so, about thirty minutes passed, I suppose.
"Nn."
Before I knew it, I saw Angelica standing on the other side of the glass.As expected of a sleazy hotel, it's structured so you can talk with your partner outside while in the bathtub.Good thing I wrapped a towel around my waist just in case, I think about something trivial as I call out to her.
"What's wrong, Mama Ange? Did you finally find a solution?"
Angelica's reply was a weak "No."
"I see. Well, don't worry about it. After all, this is Ange's first birth. It's no wonder you can't deal with amniotic fluid and umbilical cords. Give up for this time."
"I've realized something, though."
"Mm?"
"I've realized, but Father isn't a baby, is he...? You're a thirty-two-year-old old man, aren't you...? I was caught up in the atmosphere and seriously thinking about it, but it's just a matter of having normal sex, isn't it...?"
...So she realized it.
"So what will you do? Are you going to start it up now? I'll tell you, I'll resist with all my might."
"It's fine, already. The mood isn't right for that."
Angelica lets out a sigh.
"Because I've gotten the message that, while Father does properly feel a woman's charm from me, you swear you absolutely won't lay a hand on me until I become an adult..."
O-Oh?Does this flow mean she's giving up?Is everything resolved?
"So for today, how about we compromise by taking a bath together?"
"Mm?"
"Call it a draw."
I meet gazes head-on with Angelica, who is sending me an intense look.
"...Well, I guess that much is fine."
I search for a compromise. This is a very important thing.
"Yay!"
And so, Angelica and I bathed together, washing each other's backs and having fun.After that, I took pictures of Angelica as she changed into a sailor uniform and frolicked around, we had a light meal, and when we got bored, we left the hotel.
What we did was pretty much compensated dating with an old man, but I want to believe that I protected the final line.