Chapter 169 - Can You Say the Same Thing in the Savannah?
I shudder as my eyes trace the system message.
...According to the menstrual cycle written on the calendar, Angelica's dangerous days should have been much later.
Could her strong will to bear my child have even affected her ovaries?
Is this girl really human?
Is she actually some kind of womb fairy or something?
Trying to feign composure, I silently step into the elevator.
At the same time, Angelica and Ayako-chan board, holding my arms from both sides.
Angelica's side-boob presses against my right arm, and my left arm sinks into Ayako-chan's side-boob.
No matter how you look at it, it's a situation with a flower in each hand, yet why do I feel like I have a pistol pointed at me?
...Maybe it's because, for girls, breasts are weapons. They're the main weapon for bringing down a man, serving the role of claws and fangs.
In other words, this situation is equivalent to being bitten by two lionesses.
I'm a pitiful prey, a pitiful zebra separated from its herd.
"Huh? High Priest, there's a bandage on your chest."
My heart pounds with a thud. The sudden increase in blood supply causes a sensation akin to dizziness upon standing.
"I wonder why that is. It's a mystery. Maybe Erin put it on while I was sleeping, ha ha ha."
"What meaning is there in going out of your way to protect an enemy's nipples with a bandage?"
Saying that, Angelica traps my right leg between both of hers. The feeling of her plump, firm thighs is now purely terrifying.
"...Could it be that Father put it on for her?"
"Huh?"
Keisuke Nakamoto, a "Huh?" with all his might.
I'm trying my best to mimic that I'm not a tasty zebra, but a disgustingly foul-tasting donkey whose stripes are from a skin disease.
"Something like... you felt sorry for the High Priest moving around braless, so you stuck a bandage on her. Because it hurts when it chafes, you said."
"Ah, a Thomson's gazelle that looks tastier than me is eating grass over there."
"...But to get the adhesive tape to stick perfectly, you'd need to gently rub around the areola with your fingers, wouldn't you...?"
"There are hippos and giraffes too... lots of animals that look tastier than me..."
"Jeez! Where is your consciousness flying off to, Father!"
My shoulders are shaken violently, forcibly pulling my consciousness back from the savannah.
"...Philia-san isn't wearing a diaper..."
This time from the left side—Ayako-chan extends her white arm and unabashedly flips up Philia's dress. Being between girls, her peeking is quite brazen.
"What is this... these tight-fitting striped pants..."
"..."
"Did Nakamoto-san put these on her? Going out of your way to choose pants with a childish pattern."
"Th-this is, well..."
"If this is the kind of underwear you like... should I wear the same?"
The elevator doors close, and the ascent begins.
With a distinctive whirring sound, the box carries us upward.
"...I had a vague idea that Nakamoto-san liked the older-sister type... but if you put her in children's pants and played with her, your fetishes are a complete mess now..."
"Listen to me! There's a reason for this!"
"...But, I'm glad. If you were purely into older sisters, a younger girl like me wouldn't have a chance. ...And I definitely think a young girl like me would look better in the striped pants Nakamoto-san likes..."
My breathing was already becoming ragged. Not from excitement, but from fear.
Just what will they do to me once we get back to the room...?
"...You can do whatever you like, Nakamoto-san."
"Wh-whatever I like?"
Ayako-chan presses her chest against me even harder and whispers in my ear.
"Reproductive acts, in whatever outfit Nakamoto-san likes."
I'm going to be devoured!
The moment my defensive instincts reached their peak, the elevator stopped.
A high-pitched chime rings out, and the doors open.
"Ah! Father!?"
Using every spring in my body, I shake them off and leap outside.
I sprint down the hallway, heading straight for the room.
It's utterly pathetic, but it's the "I'm tired so I'm going to sleep" strategy.
I'll jump into bed as soon as possible and pretend to be asleep. It was a cowardly plan to appease them once the heat had died down.
Since I'm still holding Philia, with my leg strength I can reach the front of the room in an instant.
Those two shouldn't be able to catch up.
I can do this!
I can quickly slip into bed!
Just as I reach the step of unlocking the door, I realize my pockets are empty.
"—"
And then, from behind me, I hear a cruel laugh.
"Father. You dropped your key and wallet."
"...He didn't drop them, I pulled them out..."
"Is it okay to say that?"
Footsteps echo with a clack.
It's the sound of the two girls catching up to me.
"...Anyway, let's talk inside, okay? Okay?"
"Aaaah..."
I hang my head in dejection and decide to accept everything.
I watch blankly as Angelica unlocks the door.
...It's no use anymore.
Surely, Angelica and Ayako-chan will assault me without rest.
I'm going to become a papa. Isn't this normally the other way around for men and women? This makes no sense.
Grabbed by both arms, we enter the entranceway in a composition resembling a suspect being taken into custody.
"We've finally come home."
Angelica stretches with a gentle voice. ...Her good mood is, on the contrary, terrifying.
First, I take off Philia's shoes, then take off my own.
Ayako-chan's sidelong glances bother me greatly, but this is a necessary task.
We proceed down the hallway, head to the living room, and I carefully lay Philia down. Once she's sleeping on the sofa, my arms are finally free.
"Well, I'm tired so I'm going to sleep."
"Please wait."
My sleeve is tugged lightly. Angelica's white fingers had caught me with a pinching gesture.
"...Um."
"I'm not particularly angry."
"...Really?"
"What do you take me for, Father?"
What do I take you for? Isn't it a dangerously obsessed daddy's girl who can even control her ovaries through sheer willpower? Is something I wouldn't dare say even if my mouth were torn apart.
"Father, carry me."
"Huh?"
"Carry me."
"L-like this?"
"Ehehe."
When I spread my arms, Angelica threw herself into my chest with all her might. Her arms wrap around my back, and she hugs me tight.
"...A real father. ...You came back properly."
"Of course I came back. I'm your Oyaji, you know."
"...Father... Father..."
I was sure I'd be thoroughly questioned about the Philia situation, but it seems she was more damaged than I expected by my not coming home for a night.
Apparently, Angelica weakens just from being apart from me for a mere half-day.
"Don't cry... Ayako-chan will see you."
"I don't care if she sees..."
Angelica's voice had become nasal.
She has a body that would put adults to shame, but inside, she's still a child after all.
I run my fingers through Angelica's hair, stroking it affectionately.
"Father, let's go to bed."
"Hey."
"I don't mean it in a weird way. Didn't you say you were tired and wanted to sleep?"
I'll sleep beside you, she says in a bright voice.
When I glance to the side, my eyes meet Ayako-chan's, who is smiling broadly.
"Huh? You're not going to stab me?"
"...Does Nakamoto-san think I'm some kind of psychopathic criminal...?"
Looking at her, Ayako-chan also has an overwhelmed expression on her face.
"Actually, we didn't sleep last night. We were running around looking for Nakamoto-san the whole time. ...We don't even have the energy to be angry."
"...Is that so. I'm sorry."
"...It's fine. You must be tired too, Nakamoto-san. ...Um... shall the three of us sleep together...?"
"...Hmm."
Angelica, clinging affectionately to my chest, and Ayako-chan, wearing a somewhat tired smile.
Both of them stayed up all night and are exhausted because of my blunder.
Then, maybe I should make it up to them a little.
"Alright. I want to rest too, so let's just go to sleep."
"Yay!"
The sun is steadily rising higher, but our sleep was just about to begin.
I actually wanted to discuss countermeasures against Erin, but that can wait.
The three of us, nestling close together, head to the bedroom and slip into bed with peaceful hearts.
However.
As soon as we were under the covers, Angelica and Ayako-chan simultaneously slipped their tongues into my mouth.
"Now then. Once we're in bed, it's our game."
"...Today, for sure, I will be impregnated... please give me lots of your Seed..."
I realized I'd been tricked.
I understood that the crying face and the gentle smile were all the hunting skills of lionesses.