Chapter 98 - Industry Circumstances
"She laid eggs?"
I stared at my smartphone screen while unlocking the door to the room.
A dragon, laying eggs.
It had only been a few hours since mating, so it was far too soon.
In exchange, their mating season apparently only comes once every few decades, so perhaps that maintains the balance.
I've never heard of the sky being filled with swarms of dragons, so they shouldn't overpopulate.
I'm not a monster expert, so I can't say for sure.
Philia was knowledgeable about this kind of thing, I thought, a complicated feeling washing over me.
If you were in your right mind, would you have given me some kind of advice?
Or would you have thrown a sarcastic remark my way?
I moved deeper into the room and approached the bulge on the bed.
When I pulled back the blanket, there was Philia, curled up and sleeping like a fetus.
She was breathing quietly in her sleep, her defenseless sleeping face exposed.
It feels wrong to wake her, so maybe I should just get it over with while she's asleep.
I called out to Angelica, telling her to lock the door.
Once I confirmed it was locked, I lifted both of Philia's legs up with a tug.
"...What are you doing?"
"Hm? I thought I'd take off her diaper. It's probably damp and stuffy since she leaked during the night, so I need to wipe her down."
"—"
【Party Member, Holy Maiden Angelica's Possessiveness has increased by 9999】
【Party Member, Ayako Otsuki's Possessiveness has increased by 9999】
In an instant, they flanked me with the speed of wind, and I was pinned down by the two girls.
My right hand was firmly held by Angelica, my left by Ayako-chan, and both were sandwiched between some kind of elastic objects.
"What was that movement just now? Since when did you two learn such advanced martial arts?"
"...It's an implant. It's congenital. This function has been embedded in us since birth."
"When the person you like tries to mess with another woman's lower body right in front of you, most girls will turn into a god of speed, obviously."
The two daddy-con girls displayed a perfectly synchronized combination.
I should absolutely be able to overpower them in arm strength, but the vicious bulges that my elbows sink into if I move lock me down, hindering my struggles on a mental level.
"I have a few questions, if that's alright."
Angelica, her green eyes filled with a strange intensity, launched not questions, but an interrogation at me.
"What?"
"After changing the High Priest's diaper, you said you'd wipe, right? Specifically, how were you planning to wipe?"
"I was just going to wipe off the dirt with that wet wipe over there."
"...With that moist paper, you, Father, were going to wipe-wipe her yourself?"
"How else would I do it?"
Angelica's gaze repeatedly traveled between the case of wet wipes placed by the pillow and my fingertips.
"...Do you always do it that way?"
"No. She's sleeping now, so I just chose a method that wouldn't make noise."
"R-right. Usually, you do it in a more rough, businesslike, loveless way, right?"
"When she's awake, I take her to the bathroom and wash her with the shower."
"Ha."
Angelica's expression froze.
"...What did you just say?"
"I said I use the shower. I put on some soap, rinse her off quickly, wipe her with a towel, and that's it... Why are you crying!?"
"Because... because that's practically a bidet, isn't it... a manual bidet... Having your father wash your crotch with water is the ultimate expression of love, isn't it..."
My father's been stolen from me, Angelica wailed, collapsing into tears.
Her refined face crumpled, and she cried out loud with a boo-hoo.
"Nakamoto-san, that was a bad move just now... It's no exaggeration to say that a father and a bidet are the number one and number two things girls like. To have both taken by another woman at the same time..."
Ayako-chan explained this to me with a serious face, but it paradoxically created a strange situation where I understood even less.
Do the women of the world really love bidets that much...?
"May I ask something too?"
"Wh-what is it?"
Ayako-chan looked up at me with upturned eyes, asking timidly.
"...After you took off Philia-san's diaper and cleaned her up, you... you didn't poof-poof any baby powder on her, did you...?"
"Of course not. She's not a real baby."
"...Thank goodness... so your powder virginity hasn't been taken yet..."
Ayako-chan uttered this distorted coined term while letting out a sigh of relief.
Apparently, in this industry, having your father put a diaper on you or having baby powder slapped onto your crotch are acts that generate brand power.
I don't really get it, and I don't want to get it.
Though a suspicion is beginning to well up within me that the industry itself might be illegal in the first place.
"...Father, you can't touch the High Priest anymore. We'll take care of her lower needs."
Angelica glared at me sharply with tear-filled eyes.
There is no man who can defy a girl on the verge of tears.
I obediently backed down, raising both hands in a gesture of surrender.
"Later, you'll have to do the same things to me that you did to the High Priest."
Puffing out her cheeks in a huff, Angelica deftly removed Philia's diaper.
She was used to it. Perhaps she'd had opportunities to care for children or elderly women at the temple.
Maybe I can manage bringing Philia home after all, I thought, relieved—
"...Father?"
And with a flutter, the High Priest in question opened her eyes.
In a state with both legs spread wide open, and the young Holy Maiden's arm thrust inside her skirt.