Chapter 162 - Father Complex (Diaper)
I finished washing between Philia's legs, carefully wiped away the moisture with a bath towel, and laid her down on the floor on her back.
It was time to move on to putting her striped panties on.
I crouched down at Philia's feet and lifted both her legs up with a tug.
"For a manager, your legs are pretty plump, you know. Did you keep exercising regularly even after getting promoted?"
"I love youuuuuuuuuuuuuu! Keisuke Father, I love youuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!"
...We can't have a conversation.
I gave up on communication and silently threaded her ankles through the panties.
The striped fabric slid smoothly up her white calves, passed through her plump, fleshy thighs, and finally reached her voluminous hips.
The children's panties, likely designed for a Japanese girl, were stretched to the breaking point around Philia's adult hips.
I wonder why.
Even though I properly put underwear on her, it feels like the criminal vibe has increased compared to when she wasn't wearing anything.
But that's just a matter of the observer's subjectivity; maybe my heart is simply dirty.
Even if a silver-haired, blue-eyed beauty is showing off the crotch of her striped panties in a diaper-changing pose, whether or not you find lewdness in it depends on your state of mind.
It's like a Rorschach test.
Even a simple inkblot can look like a butterfly or a monster's face to different people.
Even Philia's spread-legged striped panties might look like a pastoral scene if your mental state is clean enough...
"Nah, any human would find this erotic."
Accepting that there was no excuse left, I asked Philia a question.
"Hey. A system message just appeared. Didn't you learn a new skill?"
"..."
Philia shook her head from side to side, trembling. Maybe she doesn't want to talk about that skill.
But to break through our current situation, confirming each other's combat capabilities is absolutely necessary.
"What kind of performance does it have? Tell me, it might help us escape from here."
"...It's a weird skill..."
"If you don't want to talk about it, that's fine. I can just look at your status screen normally."
"Ah, no!"
"What are you being shy about now? You had me wash some unbelievable places while regressing to a child. Your sense of shame should be blown away by now."
"That's different from this! No! I'll do anything! No... don't look! Don't look!"
You're so dramatic about everything, I thought with exasperation as I opened the status window.
I long-pressed the skill section and displayed the effect details.
[Father Complex (Diaper)]
'If there is a male in the party who is younger and possesses the Fatherhood skill, all stats increase.
Additionally, performing actions such as urinating in front of a father figure or having one's diaper changed temporarily raises all stats.
A decadent skill born from a mixture of father complex, infantile regression desires, and a bedwetting fetish.'
"...That's not a skill a priest should be learning."
Philia covered her eyes with both hands and apologized, "I'm sorry..." Her ears and neck were so red they looked like they might catch fire.
"I'm not blaming you. If it's useful, anything is fine. ...Hmm, it looks like your magical attack power is getting a pretty big boost right now, Philia. With this, can't you break the wall?"
"...What kind of face am I supposed to make to live from now on..."
"Since only you and I know about it, it shouldn't be that big a problem."
"The big problem is that the Hero-dono knows!"
I love you, you know!? Philia protested, half-angry.
"...Just kill me!"
"Even if I kill you, you'd just come back, right?"
Philia sniffled. She looked like she was about to cry at any moment.
Whether we can get out of here depends on her condition, but does she understand that?
"Calm down. I'm the Hero, you know? I'm not going to hate you just because my comrade awakened a diaper-changing fetish."
"I think that makes you a Hero in a different sense..."
Even while we're talking like this, Erin might come back. There's not a moment to lose.
I combed Philia's hair with my fingers and spoke to her in a tone like post-coital pillow talk.
"...I like Philia even when she wets herself in front of the man she loves. ...Right? You'll break the wall for me, won't you?"
"H-how can I believe that?"
"I think most men are pretty lenient when it comes to a woman's bodily fluids, you know? I mean, maybe not the big stuff, but I bet there are a lot of guys who can forgive the little stuff."
"...Then, if I said I like being lifted from behind by the Hero-dono and going pee-pee, you wouldn't hate me?"
"Sorry, that's gross."
"See, I knew it!"
She turned her face away with a huff.
...
Why am I being forced to do something like cheer up this difficult woman?
I'm starting to get annoyed.
If a young girl showed a cat-like moodiness, it'd be cute, but if you take a tsundere attitude at your real age, the first thing people will suspect is menopause, you know?
"That's it, I'm done. You're annoying. Look at me."
"?"
I grabbed Philia's chin and forcibly turned her face toward me.
"......!!"
And without hesitation, I pressed my lips to hers. I tangled my tongue with hers and licked every last bit, even the backs of her gums.
"...Phew. Philia, try shooting a spell at that wall over there."
"I'll do anything you sayyyyyyyy"
Ah, so this is how you handle her, I understood in that instant, as a heat ray fired from Philia's palm directly hit the wall beside the entrance.
Rubble crumbled, smoke billowed, and a large hole big enough for two people to pass through side-by-side was created.
"Great job! That's amazing. Your instantaneous magical firepower might be higher than mine, you know?"
"Kiss. One more kiss."
"..."
Ignoring Philia, who was begging for a kiss, I got dressed again.
Then I searched the room, stuffed all the usable things I could find into my pockets, and carried Philia on my back toward the hole outside.