Chapter 267 - A Peaceful Morning
"Good morning..."
When I woke up, I saw Ayako-chan, who should have been sleeping next to me, folding pajamas in the corner of the bed.
By the way, those were the pajamas I should have been wearing last night.
So what am I wearing now? When I lowered my gaze, I saw a safe combination of a white cut-and-sew and beige chino pants.
...Feeling a bit curious, I unfastened my belt, and my underwear had been changed to a new pair.
It seemed she had finished changing me while I was asleep.
"Sorry, as always."
"...It's because I like doing it."
"So it seems. Ayako-chan seems to enjoy making me into her dress-up doll."
"..."
Ayako-chan shyly averted her eyes.
That's because, apparently, she "played around" with my body while changing me, leaving my chest covered in hickey marks.
If she wanted to leave bruises on my skin, she'd have to go out of her way to use debuffs to lower my defense, but I really don't understand the psychology behind wanting to mark me that badly.
I'm just a third-rate talent you'd find anywhere, with no particular distinguishing features besides having a double-digit number of girlfriends, so what exactly is she so wary of?
"You don't need to worry, I'm devoted to Ayako-chan."
"That's absolutely a lie, isn't it?"
She shot me a fierce, glaring look.
I used to be overwhelmed by that gaze many times, but now I think, "Well, if I just push her down, grope her breasts, and tell her I love her, it'll work out somehow"... and it's kind of cute.
I took Ayako-chan to the bathroom, sat her on my lap, and relieved myself while sucking on her lips.
After that, I washed my face, brushed my teeth, and moved to the living room.
It was an unremarkable, boring start to the morning.
A morning so pastoral it was sickening, with nothing but ordinary things happening so far.
"Oh, it's Western-style today."
Breakfast was already laid out on the table, giving off a fragrant smell.
Freshly baked toast, a soft-boiled sunny-side-up egg, and a salad with bacon. Various bottles of dressing were placed so I could choose my favorite flavor, but since all the flavors end up in my mouth anyway, it's pretty meaningless.
That's because, in our house, the women feed me breakfast mouth-to-mouth, so I naturally end up tasting multiple dressings.
Angelica puts Caesar dressing on her salad and feeds it to me mouth-to-mouth.
Rio is the Japanese dressing type.
Ayako-chan is the Chinese-style type.
Philia is the Italian type.
Erin is the salt lemon type.
As a result, all the dressings placed on the table get thrown into my mouth, and my opinion that my favorite salad is simply one with just salt, pepper, and vinegar... is completely ignored.
Oh well.
This is why harems are tough.
If Mano-chan were the same salt-and-pepper type as me and fed me mouth-to-mouth, it would be a big help.
"..."
I briefly thought, "Isn't being fed mouth-to-mouth every morning weird in the first place?" but it's not like I can argue common sense at this point, so I have no choice but to give up.
When I sat down, Angelica sat on my lap as if she'd been waiting, Rio and Ayako-chan flanked me on either side, and Philia, who had just woken up, hugged me from behind. To finish, Erin slipped under the table and buried her face in my crotch.
"Itadakimasu."
I picked up my fork and stabbed a cherry tomato.
When I tossed it into my mouth, Rio took some dressing into her own mouth and gave me a deep kiss. She must be intending to season it.
The sensation of the thick, salty liquid flowing down on a high school girl's tongue can only be described as "rape of the brain."
Right now, my personality is being raped. I keenly feel my judgment melting away.
"Geez. Nakamoto-san doesn't have to chew for himself, you know."
Rio puffed out her cheeks. This is probably supposed to be a cute gesture.
I'm not really sure what I'm thinking right now, but there's no doubt she's a beautiful girl.
"That's right. It's a daughter's duty to chew in place of her father. Father, just receive the rice we've chewed mouth-to-mouth."
That dutiful daughter comment came from Angelica.
I can't help but wonder if this really counts as being a dutiful daughter, or if she's actually stripping away her father's dignity, but everyone smells nice and is soft, and my head starts to get hazy, making me think, "Eh, everything's fine."
"What is this?"
Just then.
From across the table, a cracking sound rang out.
Looking over, Mano-chan was trembling, her shoulders shaking, holding a pair of snapped chopsticks in one hand.
...?
What...?
Why is that girl angry...?
Ah, I see.
"Could it be that Mano-chan also wants me to feed her mouth-to-mouth?"
"Eww. I'm not into doing that with girls, you know."
As Rio pouted her lips, I scolded her, "Can't you listen to what your papa says?"
"While you're all in this house, you're my daughters. That makes you practically sisters, right? You have to get along."
"But..."
"Lately, we've been taking baths together, washing each other, and kissing each other as a matter of course. What's not to like?"
"But that girl's a newbie. I still feel like she's an outsider."
"...Hmm. That's true, too."
Rio and Angelica used to fight at first too, but as they worked together to serve me, they started to get along.
As I thought, what's needed is time and physical contact.
Maybe around tonight, I should have Mano-chan debut as my body scrubber.
Then she should open up a little.
While kneading breasts that I no longer know who they belong to, I started planning the schedule in my head.
I have work today, so I can't loaf around all day, but I'll explore the city as much as possible.
The otherworlder leveling up Japanese people — that guy is the top priority. I'll investigate him as much as I can, and once that's done, I'll have Mano-chan take a bath with everyone. Of course, I'll join too. Since the bathtub will be packed tight with young women, it'll be less about taking a bath and more about squeezing into the gaps between the girls.
Is this really getting me clean? I'm getting covered in the girls' sweat just as much as the soap bubbles, is that okay? It's a bath that makes me anxious. That's my daily life.
Thanks to that, my body odor has apparently started to smell like a high school girl's, and lately when I walk around town, people find it creepy, saying things like, "That old man smells like a JK..."
I want Philia to do her best to neutralize the JK smell. After all, as long as I'm covered in the scent of an adult woman, it's legal.