AGWSF 12

Chapter – 12

Preference..

“Is this what you like, Hiroto?”

“That’s… not wrong. Yes.”

I figured denying it would only drag things out further, so I gave up and nodded.

The underwear Aira was holding was a black pair and a red pair.

…Sigh. What am I even saying to my own daughter?

Well, it’s still way better than that see-through stuff, so I’ll accept it.

“Do you prefer the same colors for this… bra, too?”

“…Yes.”

To be honest, I wasn’t sure Aira even needed a bra, but I nodded without saying anything.

…It’s not like I can say “You’re small enough that you don’t need one, right?” to a girl.

“…Hiroto.”

“Wh-what?”

“…Which one do you prefer, Hiroto?”

Which one do I prefer…?

Is she talking about the underwear? I already said that, didn’t I? Am I going to have to say it again?

“…No. Not that. I’m talking about chests.”

“…”

“…Big ones or small ones—which do you like?”

She’s not asking this because I was thinking about chests, right?

Aira shouldn’t have any skill to read people’s minds, right?

“Which one?”

…If I seriously think about Aira’s future, I should say big ones.

That would increase the chances of her giving up on me, after all.

“Big—wait wait wait! Wh-what are you trying to do!?”

Just as I was about to say “big ones,” the next moment, my arm was suddenly grabbed by Aira and nearly pressed against her chest, so I immediately pulled away from her.

“? You seemed like you didn’t know the appeal of small chests, Hiroto, so I thought I’d teach you.”

What is she saying with such a matter-of-fact face?

…Wait, was my daughter always this forceful? I had no idea.

Should I be glad I learned a new side of her, or not? …Definitely the latter at this point.

I mean, even a forceful Aira is still my daughter, and I do think she’s cute, but still.

“…It’s okay, you can touch them. From what I learned from you back then and checked myself, I’m barely a B cup, so you can even squeeze them.”

While I was thinking that, Aira, misunderstanding something, said that with a slightly embarrassed look.

No, wait wait wait. What is she really saying?

Also, she’s a B? …Not that I care about my daughter’s cup size, but I thought she was an A. Not that I care either way.

Not that I’ll ever touch them anyway.

“There’s no way I’d touch them.”

“It’s okay. You’ll soon realize small ones are better than big ones.”

“…………Fine. …No, I’m not going to touch them, but fine. …That’s it. I lied. …I like small ones, so please, just spare me.”

“Really?”

“…Really.”

“I’m glad. I’m happy.”

“…Just so you know, even if I said I like small ones, that doesn’t mean I like yours specifically, okay?”

“It’s okay. I’ll work hard.”

…Let’s just buy the clothes and underwear quickly and go eat dinner. It’s about that time anyway.

“You can touch me anytime you want, Hiroto. …I’m a little embarrassed, but more than that, I’m happy.”

Pretending I didn’t hear that, I headed to the register with Aira, who was holding the underwear.

“Hiroto.”

And as I watched the store clerk scanning each item with the barcode reader, Aira called out to me.

“What’s up?”

I turned my gaze toward her and asked.

…Harboring a faint worry that she might say something weird again.

“Nothing.”

“? Really?”

“Yeah.”

What was that about? Just as I thought that, Aira clung to me from the side.

…Well, she’s clung to me several times since coming back here anyway, so it’s fine.

I’ll never get used to it—no, she’s my daughter, so there’s no “getting used to it” to begin with—but since I have no reason to reject her, I accepted Aira by patting her head while turning my gaze back forward.

Then, I noticed the store clerk was looking at us with warm, affectionate eyes.

It was a little embarrassing, but it’s true that Aira and I get along well, so I said nothing and took out my wallet.

There’s no way they’d think we’re lovers, given Aira’s appearance—probably siblings, I figured.

And just as I was about to pay, I noticed something in my peripheral vision: the see-through underwear that I was sure I’d made Aira put back earlier.

…Wait a second. When did she sneak that in?

And another thing—if that’s sitting there, doesn’t that change the meaning of the store clerk’s look from earlier?