Chapter 63 - Chapter 59

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"Just how long do you plan to keep me waiting?"

When Suzuka-chan said those words to me, it was already past four in the afternoon.

I had reunited with Aika around three. As for what I was doing in the nearly hour-long gap before that—honestly, I couldn't remember at all.

Before I knew it, I was standing alone, dazed on top of a hill. The sun wouldn't set for a while yet, but it would soon begin to dip below the horizon. For that entire, unbearably long stretch of time, I had apparently been standing there, frozen in place.

—I have ______.

The shocking confession Aika left me with.

A secret so utterly unlike her, something I could never have predicted from her usual self.

No—maybe there were signs. Even during sex with me, there were moments that hinted at it. But I had always assumed those were just things she did to arouse me. It never once crossed my mind that she might have been doing them to arouse herself.

And now, after learning that truth, I had been discarded by Aika.

No—saying I was "discarded" might not be accurate. If, even after hearing that confession, I had been able to accept her—if I had truly upheld my words from the beginning, that I would accept any version of Aika—she might not have left Sazanami Manor.

If I had been able to call out to her retreating back—

No. Pointless hypotheticals. All I did was freeze up at Aika's confession, utterly unable to say a word to her. That fact alone weighed heavily on me.

"What's wrong? Did big sis dump you?"

Suzuka-chan asked with surprising calm, but I couldn't hide my shock.

Aika had left me.

Just as she said, I hadn't been able to accept her.

"In a way, maybe I was the one who rejected her."

Aika probably wanted me to accept even that confession.

Somewhere deep down, no matter how slim the chance, she might have hoped that I would embrace all of her without hesitation.

But I couldn't do it.

In the end, I was the one who rejected Aika.

"What a playboy. Gonna switch to a French girl now? Or maybe an elementary schooler?"

The fact that she said elementary schooler instead of me made her malice clear. It was as if she was implying I only kept Aika and Anna-chan around to satisfy my sexual urges.

"If that's what you want, fine. But I—"

Suzuka-chan said it coolly, as her name suggested, but there was no way she truly meant it.

She had wanted her sister, Aika, to return to Sazanami Manor.

Even if it meant living apart from the sister she adored, she believed it would be for Aika's happiness.

And yet, I had betrayed that hope.

I had trampled on the feelings of the girl who had gone out of her way to follow me to Kansai.

"You'd really become my sex partner like this?"

"...I mean, I already am, aren't I?"

It had been a while since we last did it, so I'd almost forgotten—but Suzuka-chan and I had already slept together.

In that sense, we weren't strangers to intimacy, but replacing Aika with her younger sister just because I'd lost her still felt wrong.

Suzuka-chan and I might have been strangers by blood, but Aika and I—we were father and daughter.

"The tanned girl's been blowing up my phone with messages about the next plan. What are we doing?"

Suzuka-chan's phone was flooded with calls and messages from Mizuki. Checking mine, I found the same. Apparently, since she couldn't reach me, she had contacted Suzuka-chan instead. I'd been too shocked by Aika's words to notice.

Originally, we were supposed to stay at the same hotel as Aika and the others tonight. That way, we'd have more chances to interact with her.

Mizuki had probably sensed that something had happened between Aika and me. Yet, she was still reaching out—meaning she hadn't given up.

She was still trying to bring Aika back to Sazanami Manor. Even though there had been almost no interaction during this trip, Anna-chan was surely the same. She likely blamed herself more than anyone, believing she was the reason Aika had left (though in reality, it was just a misunderstanding—Anna-chan had only been the trigger).

But right now, I had no confidence I could bring Aika back.

By leaving Sazanami Manor, Aika must have resolved herself to something irreversible.

The only person she could rely on after leaving me was that bastard, Kutsuki Daijirou.

She was returning to that house—the place where so much had happened. That alone proved how strongly she felt she couldn't stay with me.

I had no confidence I could break through that resolve.

I didn't know what to say to Aika. I didn't know what words would make her come back.

What could someone like me, so clueless, possibly accomplish by chasing after her now?

There was only one day left before the school trip ended.

I couldn't imagine any last-minute miracle that could overturn the situation in that time.

Pathetic as it was, the mood was undeniably one of defeat.

I would give up on Aika and return to Tokyo.

Back to an empty apartment, back to my old life.

I'd probably grow distant from Mizuki and Anna-chan. There'd be no reason for Suzuka-chan to visit me anymore.

The dreamlike days of sleeping with middle and elementary schoolers would end, replaced by a lonely reality.

I was just an ordinary, single salaryman.

"...Ugh, you've completely lost your spirit."

Suzuka-chan must have sensed my resignation. Glaring at my defeated expression, she clicked her tongue in annoyance.

"You're so full of yourself in bed—where'd all that greed go?"

Was that sarcasm about how I usually treated her?

It was true—during sex, I often treated girls like objects. At the end of the day, they were just onaholes. Girls who were individuals in their own right became nothing more than tools to make me ejaculate.

And once I got going, I wouldn't stop fucking them all night.

This was especially true with Anna-chan—I never stopped until my dick was satisfied.

Even if the girl came uncontrollably.

Even if she was pushed to the brink of unconsciousness from overstimulation.

As for Suzuka-chan in front of me—even when she was suffering through losing her virginity, I didn't stop myself from creampieing her in the end.

Because in that moment, all I saw was a virgin pussy wrapped around my cock—a tool for my pleasure.

Were girls like her truly happy being with me?

Someone once said it was about paternal love substitution—but could something like that really fill the void of a missing father?

All I had done was use middle and elementary schoolers as onaholes.

Without hesitation, I had creampied girls who were either on birth control or hadn't started menstruating yet.

Maybe it was only natural that Aika had grown sick of me.

"...Whatever. No point staying here forever."

Suzuka-chan was surprisingly brisk. Maybe she had finally had enough of me too.

There was no reason to stay at the same hotel as Aika's group. Suzuka-chan called to cancel our reservation (of course, there'd be a same-day cancellation fee, but she didn't care), then made another call somewhere else.

Probably letting her family, the Kutsukis, know she'd be returning earlier than planned.

We'd take the evening Shinkansen back to Tokyo and return to our separate lives.

I'd likely never see Suzuka-chan again. Part of me wanted to savor her elementary school pussy one last time, but I wasn't that far gone—not when I was this emotionally drained.

Soon after, we hailed a taxi near the station. Of course, there was no car sex like on the way here—we rode in silence through Kyoto's streets.

Since we were taking the Shinkansen, I assumed we were heading to the station. But the taxi showed no signs of stopping, driving deeper and deeper into the city. Eventually, it even entered the highway, leaving Kyoto Prefecture entirely.

For a moment, I wondered if we were taking the taxi all the way back to Tokyo—but no. We were heading in the opposite direction.

Besides, no taxi driver would agree to drive that far on the spot. My mind had been too numb from losing Aika to catch where Suzuka-chan had told the driver to go. Suzuka-chan had been sulking the whole time, making it impossible to ask.

"Where… is this?"

The taxi had taken us deep into the mountains.

For a second, I thought Suzuka-chan had brought me here to die together—but that didn't seem to be the case.

Though it was the mountains, there were signs of people. Judging by the rows of traditional buildings, this seemed to be a hot spring town.

"Wakayama."

Her blunt reply left me speechless. No offense to Wakayama, but I'd never set foot here before. More importantly, how had the taxi driver agreed to take us all the way from Kyoto to Wakayama? Maybe it was the black card Suzuka-chan had flashed earlier—even within Kansai, that was quite the distance.

But what business did we have in a Wakayama hot spring town? Sure, there was still one day left on our "training trip" (in name only), but we didn't have to come all the way to Wakayama—there were hot spring Suzukans in Kyoto too.

"Hurry up."

Urged by Suzuka-chan, we entered a nondescript hot spring inn. When the girl gave her name at the front desk, our reservation was confirmed—she had actually planned to stay here.

"What're you staring at?"

While waiting at reception, Suzuka-chan seemed unusually fidgety. It was obvious this had been her idea. Mizuki and Anna-chan would never guess we'd left Kyoto for Wakayama.

Looking at her now, she really was just a slightly mature elementary schooler.

With looks cute enough to make passersby turn their heads, a bust larger than most her age, a slender waist, round hips, and long legs—but still, an eleven-year-old fifth grader.

To outsiders, we probably looked like a real father and daughter.

The fact that I signed in as Kasahara Kouichirou and Suzuka-chan wrote Kasahara Suzuka underneath was just for show, but the way we acted was so natural, she might as well have been a Kasahara.

"I'm heading straight to the hot spring. Meet me there."

Our room was on the fifth floor, but Suzuka-chan went straight to the sixth-floor bath without stopping by.

Was she that eager to bathe? The hotel we stayed at last night didn't have a natural hot spring, and Suzuka-chan had only used the plain unit bath, so her desire for a proper soak made sense.

But if she wanted to meet at the bath, did that mean she'd wait for me at the entrance? That would defeat the purpose of going ahead.

Besides, Suzuka-chan hadn't brought a towel or yukata. If she went in now, she'd have to put her clothes back on over her wet body—was she okay with that?

Still confused, I headed to our room. It was a standard Japanese-style room—modest compared to last night's suite, but more than enough for just the two of us.

I grabbed my change of clothes, a towel, and—after some hesitation—Suzuka-chan's towel, yukata, and spare underwear (digging through her bag for that was awkward) before heading to the sixth-floor bath.

"Huh?"

Suzuka-chan wasn't at the entrance separating the men's and women's baths. She must have already gone in. Was she seriously planning to come out soaking wet?

I waited about ten minutes, but when she still didn't appear, I decided to go in myself. Trying not to draw attention to the child-sized yukata and girls' underwear I was carrying, I undressed in the changing room, took a towel, and headed for the bath.

That's when I should have noticed.

That there was something in the changing room basket that shouldn't have been there—

"You're late! Were you trying to make me pass out from the heat?"

For a second, I thought I'd walked into the women's bath by mistake.

Because there, standing in the bath, was Suzuka-chan.

Naked, of course.

Her C-cup chest, her seductive waist, her plump hips—and yes, her barely-used slit—all on full display.

She must have washed her hair and body while waiting for me. Her long black hair clung to her back, cheeks, and chest, making her look even more alluring.

But then it hit me.

I was definitely in the men's bath.

I'd passed through the unmistakably blue noren, the changing room had only had men in it, and—

Every single person in the bath, washing or soaking, was male.

Which could only mean one thing.

Suzuka-chan was the one in the men's bath.

"What're you staring at?"

The same line as before, but in a very different context.

Of course I was staring. In a space full of men, a girl like Suzuka-chan was standing there completely exposed.

"Uh… isn't this the men's bath?"

Naturally, I objected. An elementary schooler in the men's bath was unheard of.

"It's fine. I'm still in elementary school."

The moment she said that, the bathhouse erupted in murmurs.

Probably reacting to the fact that Suzuka-chan was still in elementary school.

No way a girl with that waist, that chest, and that body could possibly be that young.

Sure, in some father-daughter families, elementary school girls might bathe with their dads.

But that was usually first or second graders—maybe third or fourth at the oldest. Even if a fifth-grade girl did go into the men's bath, she'd be flat-chested and barely developed.

But Suzuka-chan in front of me was well into puberty. She might only be around 150 cm tall, but her figure outshone most middle schoolers.

A girl like that walking into the men's bath was bound to draw stares. Everyone was pretending to be calm, but I could tell—they were all stealing glances at Suzuka-chan's body.

Some were fixated on her rounded backside.

Others were sneaking peeks at her hairless, pristine pussy.

A few were openly ogling her budding chest.

And more than one pair of eyes were locked onto her pink nipples.

Even without a lolicon fetish, Suzuka-chan was an exception. Her body was already rivaling an adult's, radiating a charm that made anyone want to pin her down.

And that idol-tier face.

A girl that beautiful, standing naked in the men's bath? Every man here was mentally engraving this sight into their spank bank for life.

Suzuka-chan herself seemed completely oblivious.

Used to going braless, she still saw herself as a child.

A child could bathe in the men's bath, and adults wouldn't stare at a child's body (even though everyone was staring).

The only reason I lusted after her was because I was a lolicon.

Normal adults didn't get turned on by elementary schoolers.

A perfectly logical conclusion—if only she realized just how provocative her body was.

Then again, a fifth-grade girl in the men's bath was already absurd. Maybe this was a side effect of being raised in the Kutsuki household. A sheltered rich girl who'd never been to a public bath, let alone understood social norms.

At least my presence as her "guardian" made things slightly better. Before I arrived, every man here had definitely been staring. Memorizing her budding breasts, her exposed pussy—

If the genders were reversed, the front desk would've been called immediately. But no one complained. No man would pass up a once-in-a-lifetime view like this.

Because in the end, Suzuka-chan and I were just here to bathe.

"...We don't have time, so I'll wash you."

Suddenly, Suzuka-chan guided me to a stool in the washing area, took my towel, and lathered it with body soap.

The sight was straight out of a soapland—and the collective gasp from the onlookers was palpable. And this "soap girl" was a fifth grader. Even underground brothels would balk at this.

"You should be grateful. I don't wash people often."

As she spoke, Suzuka-chan began scrubbing my back. Normally, you'd start with the head, but I wasn't about to complain about this luxury.

The mirror in the washing area reflected the other bathers, all watching us intently.

Most were fixated on Suzuka-chan's C-cups swaying as she scrubbed, or the glimpse of her pink slit when she bent over. But a few seemed more concerned about our relationship.

Were we really father and daughter? Or was this some brazen compensated dating? If it was the latter, I was scum of the earth. If the former, I was an incredibly oblivious dad for bringing a girl this developed into the men's bath.

"You okay, Papa? Any itchy spots?"

Maybe sensing their stares, Suzuka-chan played along. The moment she said Papa, the tension in the room eased—though I'm sure more than a few men felt a different kind of tension stirring downstairs.

A father bathing with his elementary school daughter wasn't technically wrong. Even if Suzuka-chan's age and body made it questionable, at least the onlookers could enjoy the view without feeling guilty about ignoring a crime in progress.

Now that they knew, every man here was committing this sight to memory. Or fantasizing about bending Suzuka-chan over right there in the bath. From where they sat, they could steal glances at her nipples or pussy—or even "accidentally" brush against her backside while passing by.

That's how mesmerizing Suzuka-chan's body was. And her complete lack of awareness only made it worse. She'd never suspect that every man here was mentally undressing her.

"There. All done."

As the shower stopped, I turned to see Suzuka-chan standing proudly.

Still completely exposed, but by now, even I was used to this absurd situation.

We were just a father and daughter. With no mother, it made sense for us to bathe together.

Suzuka-chan was slightly more developed than average, but still an elementary schooler. And if this Suzukan had no strict age limits, then we weren't doing anything wrong.

If they wanted to look, let them. Suzuka-chan didn't care—so neither would I.

"Since we're here, mind if we soak for a bit?"

We'd come all the way to this mountain hot spring. Suzuka-chan had seemed in a hurry earlier, but I wanted to relax.

"...Fine. I haven't gone in yet either."

Though she didn't seem thrilled, Suzuka-chan agreed easily.

Apparently, she'd been waiting for me before entering the bath.

For all her usual haughtiness, Suzuka-chan could be surprisingly considerate.

If we stayed any longer, half the bathers might pass out from nosebleeds. But that was their problem.

Suzuka-chan and I were just here to enjoy the hot springs.

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