Chapter 253 - Forkball is a Sinful Taste
As I was thinking about that, the sound of splashing water began to echo.
I wonder what she's washing right now... no, it's better not to imagine that, I thought, shaking the image that flashed through my head, when I realized a terrible fact.
Come to think of it, I never prepared a change of clothes for that girl.
But I can't exactly make her wear the clothes she soiled from losing control of her bladder...
No choice. When we leave the hotel, she'll have to go without panties and without a skirt.
Until I buy her replacement clothes, she'll have to put up with a pervy exhibitionist style.
Fortunately, I have Concealment Magic, so I can use that to make her invisible to those around us.
After that, I just need to deal with Mano-chan's sense of shame, but I think that's going to be the biggest hurdle.
For starters, it'll probably be a pain to make her believe in the existence of magic.
"...What a pain in the ass."
What should I do?
Should I have Mano-chan walk with my hand pressed against her crotch so she won't be embarrassed?
To gallantly escort a girl with her lower half completely exposed, the best way is to hide it with the large hand of an adult man...
Angelica and the others would be thrilled with that, but with anyone else, they'd definitely be creeped out.
"What the hell are you thinking?" my rational side cut in.
Lately, I've been so liked by teenage girls that I'd almost forgotten that normal minors find old men creepy.
Oh well, that was a close one.
...Normal minors.
Yeah, that's right. She's just a completely normal girl.
A JC with no particular distinguishing features is probably blind with love anyway, so if I make her fall for me, she might become easier to handle.
Wouldn't that be the quickest way?
"My thoughts are turning more and more into those of a lecherous old man!"
"...I'm done."
As I was startled by my own thoughts, I heard the bathroom door open.
A moment later, the pattering sound of wet footsteps approached.
"So you are a lecherous old man."
Mano-chan sat down next to me and sniffled.
Her hair wasn't dry yet, the ends were limp and damp.
And terrifyingly enough... her body was wrapped only in a bath towel.
Underneath that cloth was the untainted naked body of a fourteen-year-old.
Even though all the important parts were hidden, staring too intently felt like it would get me arrested.
So I limited myself to gathering the minimum necessary information.
Yes, from here on out, it's just the bare minimum of observation... but Mano-chan had a surprisingly well-proportioned body.
Her height was probably around 155 centimeters at most, but with a small face and long limbs, she gave a slender impression.
Her skin was white, faintly flushed from having just bathed in hot water. If I touched it, I could probably enjoy that springy, youthful texture.
Dewdrop-like beads of water clung to her clearly defined collarbone, giving off a sensuality that didn't suit her age. Looking at this was starting to make me feel strange, so I reluctantly lowered my gaze.
Then I ended up staring directly at her defenseless chest.
The swell covered by the thin cloth was small but high-set, looking incredibly firm. Around a B-cup, 77 centimeters? I can't say for sure through the towel, but from the shape, it's at the half-ripe stage. The flesh around the nipple area has risen, and it's finished growing to the point where it spreads horizontally. It's a perfectly average JC2's breasts, nothing more than a developing pair. In other words, it's not a size where you can enjoy the feel of the flesh by kneading them. If you absolutely have to play with these breasts, you'd have no choice but to enjoy their color and taste.
Her waist... might be on the larger side for her build. The so-called easy-childbirth type, meekly advertising her femininity as if to say she's ready to have a baby.
The plumpness of her thighs was also splendid, and her lower body was completely that of a "woman." If I were to thoroughly knead her butt and thigh flesh right now, the female hormones stored there might flow upwards and help her chest develop. Her lines were so feminine that they made me think that.
In short, she's a girl with a very obscene body, but the gap with her sweet, childish face is sinful. Her thin eyebrows and the mole on her chin somehow exude an air of ill fortune. Combined with her bobbed hair, she has a somewhat retro, childish face.
But that doesn't mean there's no sex appeal above the neck. Not at all. I feel a pinch, no, two pinches of eros within her plainness.
Maybe it's because, despite her Japanese-style features, her lips are a bit thick. The glossy, pink lower lip would definitely taste good if I sucked on it. I know this from experience. Lips of that color belonging to someone under eighteen are worth sucking on. I know this well thanks to Angelica, Rio, and Ayako-chan.
"You're visually raping me like crazy... so you really are a lolicon, huh."
"Don't mind me. Observing underage girls is just a habit for me; it's not like I'm lusting after you personally."
"I think it's against the law just for it to be a habit."
Well, I can't help it.
My home and workplace are full of young girls, so telling who's in a bad mood, who's feeling horny, or who's on that time of the month has become a matter of life and death.
Thanks to that, it's become a habit to leer at teenage girls whenever they enter my field of vision.
It's not my fault.
Since my fetishes and visual abilities were warped by the daily sexual violence of the girls I live with, I think I can call myself a pitiful victim.
Originally, I was a Married Woman-loving man, but now I've become an old man who loves teenagers, something I'd be embarrassed to show anyone.
Damn it, how are Angelica and the others going to take responsibility for this?
Where am I supposed to ask for help with this? A lawyer?
Those brats under eighteen keep making me grope their breasts and french-kissing me, trying to correct my strike zone downwards! Isn't this a violation of human rights!? If I sued, I might win. But there's also a good chance I'd get the death sentence under public pressure.
More than anything, the moment I filed such a lawsuit, I'd be socially dead, so it's practically suicide.
"Um, we're going to do it, right?"
"What am I going to do about my strike zone... It's spread too low, I've become like a batter who can only hit forkballs. When I get home, I should play with Philia to adjust it upwards."
"U-um! We're going to do it now, right! The sexy stuff!"
As I was muttering commentary on my fetish baseball, Mano-chan, her face bright red, propositioned me for a physical relationship.
I thought the world was going to hell.
I gently stroked Mano-chan's head and said in a calm voice.
"We're not doing it."
"...Liar."
"There's no way we would. Because I'm a police collaborator, you see."
"...Po-lice...?"
I began to speak in the gentlest voice my vocal cords could produce.
That I came to save Mano-chan. That this was part of a police sting operation.
That I was going to release her now and set her free. Her father would be arrested too, but she'd be able to see him eventually.
I poured my heart into it, looking her straight in the eyes as I spoke, but she didn't believe me at all.
"There's no way I can trust someone who was staring at my boobs and thighs, is there?"
It was an irrefutable argument that left me speechless.
"It's true that I have a bad habit of tracing girls' bodies with my eyes, but that's completely separate from my sense of justice! Believe me!"
What should I do?
The other day in the entertainment district, I beat up and lectured a college student who was attempting rape. Maybe I should show her the picture I took then?
I thought if I showed her a selfie of me covered in blood and a young guy with ribs sticking out of his chest, saying "See, I'm a hero of justice~," she might understand that I fight to protect the town's peace, but... yeah, that's a no-go.
It would just scare her more.
Also, this incident is clearly attempted murder, but I healed him with magic, so I think I'm (probably) innocent. Sugitani-san, who was next to me, was also grinning.
"I'm just worried about you, it's not like I was looking at you with lecherous eyes. I'm serious."
"...I can't believe you. All men are beasts."
Given that her father made a living off of risque videos of junior idols, she's probably seen more than enough of male sexual desire.
It's no wonder Mano-chan distrusts men. It's not her fault.
I held my head and groaned, wondering how I could make her believe me...
"I really just want to help you."
"...Liar."
"I'm not lying. Anyway, don't you think it's strange? If I were after your body, I would have pinned you down by now, right?"
"That might be true, but..."
"It's the question of whether a lolicon would have such a premium feast right in front of them and not touch it. This itself is proof that I'm not a lolicon."
"Your wording is lewd. So you are a pedophile after all."
"I told you I'm not! That was just an objective statement that you fall into the category of a pretty girl! Anyway, I'm not interested in middle schoolers, so I won't lay a hand on you!"
"Hmph, hmph."
"Anyway, just put on your clothes quickly... ah, your bottoms are wet, so just put on the jacket and wait for me, okay? I'm going to slip out now and buy you replacement panties."
As I tried to stand up, a white hand reached out as if to stop me.
"Mano-chan?"
"If Nakamoto-san really isn't a john, but came to save me working with the police... then I think you should prove it."
"I see. How should I do that?"
"Like this."
Mano-chan grabbed my hand and, without hesitation, pressed it against her own chest.
"...!?"
A soft, yet undeniably firm, elastic sensation transmitted through my palm.
"If my body doesn't react even when I seduce you... wouldn't that mean you're not a lolicon?"
Mano-chan's gaze was directed towards the area around my navel.