Chapter 239 - *Father’s Day Commemorative Side Story: Ayako’s Gift
After dealing with the Saito father and son, the time had already passed noon.
My whole body reeked of perfume, and foundation and lipstick were smeared all over me.
No matter how you looked at it, it seemed like the aftermath of something, but I’ll just say that everything ended before it went that far.
...How should I put this, I’m tired.
Also, I’m hungry.
When I stumbled back into the living room, there was a plate of chilled Chinese noodles covered in plastic wrap on the table.
It seemed that Ayako-chan had finished preparing the meal while we were making a ruckus at the front door.
It was probably a menu choice considering the recent heat, but I had to admit it was perfect.
This was exactly what I wanted, I thought, almost groaning at the thoughtfulness.
Truly a good wife and wise mother, a Yamato Nadeshiko. If only her personality were normal, I might have accidentally proposed.
Muttering “I humbly receive” with gratitude, I immediately started slurping the noodles.
The tangy sauce, the evenly chopped toppings.
As I smacked my lips, thinking chilled noodles just had to be like this, Ayako-chan, wearing an apron, came rushing over with a clatter.
“Hey, what’s up?”
“...I forgot the mustard!”
Looking, I saw a yellow tube clutched in Ayako-chan’s hand.
I see, she forgot to bring out the prepared mustard.
“You didn’t have to rush so much. Thanks.”
Smiling at how thoughtful she was, I appraised the mustard’s status.
The result was clean. It seemed no dangerous substances like sleeping pills, Viagra, or Ayako-chan’s bodily fluids were mixed in.
“...Nakamoto-san?”
“No, it’s nothing.”
Had I been appraising it with such a serious expression?
Ayako-chan was looking at me with a blank face.
That expression was childlike for her age and, if I could say so, even lovely.
I unconsciously stopped my chopsticks and stared at her intently.
“...”
“...”
As I thought, Ayako-chan’s eyes are big.
Her nose bridge is straight, and her skin is a translucent white.
She really doesn’t look like a girl who puts her bodily fluids into my food every three days.
“...It’s embarrassing when you stare at me like that...”
Ayako-chan covered her mouth with both hands and fidgeted, twisting her body.
She’s a shy girl. On the surface.
“Did you need something?”
“...Huh?”
“No, you’ve just been standing there. Or are you going to eat with me, Ayako-chan?”
“...No, I already ate first...”
Then what is it? Does she want to film me eating and add it to her collection?
Or does she want to pick up my dropped food and add it to her collection?
Or maybe she wants to collect my fallen hairs and add them to her collection?
How strange.
The one standing next to me should be a homely beautiful girl, but I can only imagine psycho-horror future scenarios.
“...U-um!”
Ayako-chan grabbed the hem of her apron and spoke as if she had made up her mind.
“...Today is... Father’s Day, right”
“Yeah.”
“...In this house... Nakamoto-san is the breadwinner... so... you’re everyone’s father... that’s why I...”
“Are you going to give me a present?”
She nodded vigorously.
A present, huh.
Considering who it’s from, I can only imagine something inhumane or sexual, I thought rudely, when Ayako-chan spoke up.
“...After you finish eating, please come to me.”
Saying only that, Ayako-chan walked briskly to the back of the room and sat down on the sofa with graceful movements.
Soon she took off her apron, folded it neatly, and placed it beside her hip.
...It seemed she had nothing else to do, and she entered a waiting state with a face that said she was ready anytime.
What is it?
From what I could see, she didn’t have any boxes or paper bags, so maybe it wasn’t a material gift.
This is just my intuition, but isn’t she planning to perform some kind of “service act”?
...Her chest?
...Or her mouth? Her hands? Maybe her legs?
I wondered which part she would use, letting my ominous imagination run wild as I finished eating, then immediately moved to where Ayako-chan was.
“I appreciate the sentiment, but we should maintain a moderate relationship...”
“...Nakamoto-san, here, please.”
Saying “here,” Ayako-chan patted her own lap.
“What’s wrong with your lap?”
“...Please put your head on it.”
“A lap pillow?”
She nodded with a voice that seemed about to fade away.
What kind of service act is she planning from a lap pillow position?
“Ah, is it the kind where you grope my lower half while breastfeeding?”
“...I thought I’d clean your ears for you. ...Since it’s Father’s Day... to show my gratitude.”
“...”
“...Nakamoto-san?”
It was me whose thoughts were wicked.
Probably because lewd events had been happening since morning, my mind kept drifting in that direction.
“How should I put it, I’m feeling intense self-loathing.”
“...Could it be you were thinking something weird?”
Chuckling, Ayako-chan took an ear pick out of her pocket.
A standard design with a white cotton ball on the tip. I was expecting something more unusual, so it was a bit surprising.
“I heard from Ange. You’re good at it, right? Ear cleaning.”
Who did you practice on? Don’t tell me it was your old man? I joked as I laid my head on Ayako-chan’s lap.
The plush feeling of her thighs, the girl’s stomach filling my entire field of vision. Since she was wearing the vertical-striped sweater that had practically become her uniform, I could clearly see the lines of her body. ...The heavily ripened fruits hanging just above my cheek were quite a striking sight.
“...The first person I ever cleaned ears for was Angelica-san. ...I’ve never even done it for my family.”
“Really? Then did you get good at it while cleaning your own?”
“...I used to make it a daily routine to try lockpicking to break into my father’s room. ...I think that’s how I got better at moving stick-like objects...”
“...”
Well, what matters is the skill, not the motive.
Since I’m letting her touch a delicate part, it’s best if she’s dexterous.
“...Well then, I’ll start. ...This is my first time doing it for a man... I’m a little nervous.”
Uttering those suspicious words, Ayako-chan slowly entered my ear.
But it seemed she was still in the feeling-out phase, only tracing around the entrance with probing movements.
“How is it compared to Ange’s ears? Is it different?”
“...The type of earwax is different.”
“Ah... so she’s got wet earwax because she’s a foreigner, huh.”
“...It’s not quite wet earwax, but it was moister than yours, Nakamoto-san. I think it’s somewhere between dry and wet earwax.”
I recall that people with sticky earwax have armpit odor, right?
But Angelica doesn’t smell bad... rather, whenever I smell her, she has an irresistible fragrance.
Her facial features seem Eastern European, so maybe her constitution is a bit different from pure Caucasians.
Also, I, who frequently have opportunities to sniff the armpits of teenage girls, might already be past the point of no return.
“...Hmm. It’s quite built up...”
“I haven’t cleaned it recently.”
“...I can see a big one deep inside. ...I’ll take this one out first.”
Ayako-chan seemed to have found a big catch and burrowed deeper into my ear canal.
The scraping sound right next to my eardrum always makes me nervous.
“I feel like fine powder is falling inside...”
“...I’ll scoop it up. I’ll scoop it all out.”
With a tone as if she were saving the world, Ayako-chan pulled on my earlobe.
She seemed to be switching to full-on digging mode, leaning forward more than before.
It was probably a posture to make it easier to see into the ear hole... I understand that... but...
When a girl with this kind of figure leans forward, well, you know.
Her chest rubs against my cheek a lot.
The forbidden swell boasting the second-largest size in our house at 87cm E-cup was pressing into my face with a soft, squishy feeling.
The sense of gravity was such that I could only say, “More, do more.” No, I misspoke. My true feelings accidentally slipped out.
Let me refocus and complain once.
--This makes me focus too much on the boobs and I can’t concentrate on what’s happening in my ear!
Even though she’s skillfully scraping away, I can’t surrender to the pleasant sensation.
No matter what, I end up allocating most of my tactile sense to my cheek.
But I can’t very well say, “I want to enjoy the ear cleaning, so could you please remove the E-cup resting on my face?”
I don’t think a guy who says that is a man.
Damn it!
How can I enjoy both sensations at 100%...!?
“Guh!”
“...I’m sorry. Did that hurt?”
No.
That was a groan I let out because she scratched a good spot.
Damn, Ayako-chan is really good at ear cleaning...
The movement of frequently going in and out of the hole to scoop out fine powder.
The movement of hooking the edge of the hole and using leverage to pry out the big one.
The movement of rotating the spoon while lifting it, peeling off the dirt stuck to the wall with a crackling sound.
Every technique was top-notch, and I could feel the dirt being precisely removed.
Ah... I want to keep drowning in this master’s skill forever.
I want to pour more resources into the sensation in my ear hole.
But I also want to feel the boobs.
He who chases two hares catches neither...
“--Wait, I have a skill for this.”
“?”
Ignoring Ayako-chan’s puzzled look, I activated my skill in a state of ecstasy.
[Hero Keisuke consumes 15000 MP. Activates Double Action Skill.]
I concentrate on the sensation of the boobs resting on my face.
I concentrate on the sensation of my ear hole being cleaned.
To enjoy both with 100% precision, I have to rewrite the rules of the world.
Deceive this world.
Deceive the laws of physics, as if two of me exist simultaneously.
Me A concentrates on the weight of the breasts, and Me B concentrates on the poking sensation in my ear.
The skin sensations experienced by the two mes are unified a few moments later.
With this, I can savor every bit of Ayako-chan without missing anything...!
“Aaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh~~~ this is so goooood~~~!”
“...I’m happy when Nakamoto-san looks happy...!”
And so.
I experienced such tremendous relaxation that it wiped out the morning’s foolishness.
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