“Iroha-chan, help me~!”


“Mai.”


“Iroha-chan…!”


“Don’t dogs using human language bother you?”


“Whaaat!?”


Playing along with kids is also our job as adults.


Well, in my case, I can understand whether it’s a dog or not.


“Kuun! Kuun!”


“….Ah. Good boy, good boy.”


“”!?!?!?”


I pat Mai’s head as he whines. I’m just treating him like a dog as planned, but for some reason, Maigets is excited.


“Kyuuun, purr purr~. Ehehe~. Mai maybe could become Iroha-chan’s dog.”


Mai says quietly, and I’m astonished, “Is that okay with you?”


Then, embarrassed Ah-nee pinches the hem of my clothes and shyly speaks.


“Da-Darling…”


“Uh, um… Yes, Honey.”


Unconsciously, we stare at each other.


<<Mama and Papa are in love~!>>


<<W-wrong perception!?>>


I also feel embarrassed and quickly avert my gaze.


Damn it. What is this? Even though she’s that rough Ah-nee!


<<Mama cooks meals~, here you go.>>


“Um, is this okay?”


With toy cooking utensils in hand, Ah-nee pretends to cook.


It’s good acting, really.


I once tasted Ah-nee’s handmade chocolate on Valentine’s Day, and it was hell.


If I become her husband, it will surely be tough every day.


“N-no, no.”


Since a while ago, my thoughts have clearly been drifting in a strange direction.


Thanks to Ah-nee’s weirdness, I’m losing my composure too.


“Dinner’s ready~. Here, Darling. Aah~”


“A-ah~”


“W-wan~!? Woof~!”


Desperately barking, Mai tries to disturb us.


But it’s our daughter’s request, so I can’t help it.


Moreover, this is just acting.


Just acting, that’s all.


<<After eating, Papa goes to work, okay?>>


<<Ah, right. W-well then, I’m off.>>


Finally, I can be released.


Just when I thought so, our daughter dropped a bombshell.


<<Hey, you can’t do that, Papa! You haven’t kissed me for “I’m leaving” yet!>>


<<K-kiss~!?>>


“W-what’s wrong, Iroha-chan… Darling? I heard something about a kiss.”


“Eh, ah, y-you see…”


“W-wan~~~!?”


Hearing “kiss,” even Mai panics.


Why is this happening!?


<<Faster~!>>


Pushed by our daughter, I face my Ah-nee, feeling her encouragement on my back.


Ah-nee’s face is also beet red, and she’s flustered.


“What should I do… ugh, seriously!”


I scratch my head vigorously and confront Ah-nee head-on.


I’m getting irritated in a full circle.


Why do I have to allocate so much brainpower to something other than being a VTuber?


This is just playing house; it’s odd to be troubled by it.


“Ah-nee, don’t move.”


“Hyahyai…nggh!?”


I grabbed Ah-nee by the collar and pulled her down.


Perhaps because it was a surprise attack on her, she easily


Her face approaches…


— Chutsu.


“Gyawaaah~!?”


Mai’s scream resonates in the American sky.


After finishing my business with Ah-nee, I push her away with a thud.


“W-wait…!?”


Stepping on the plate, she collapses from her knees, holding her face with a deep red blush.


Wiping my mouth, I say to my daughter,


<<Is this okay?>>


<<Yeah! Papa, you looked cool~! Have a safe trip! And the dog is too noisy.>>


With my daughter’s approval, I leave the scene.


Exiting the playhouse, I return to the table where the parents are.


<<Ugh~, tired~>>


<<Sorry, had you deal with our daughter.>>


<<And what were you two doing? Mine suddenly screamed, and it startled me.>>


<<Hm? Ah~ Just some fan service for our daughter.>>


Saying that, I make a kissing sound with my lips.


Come to think of it, since it’s just playacting, there was no need to seriously kiss.


So, what I did earlier was just mimicking a kiss near Ah-nee’s face.


Well, from the perspective of those around us—especially Mine, who was crouching and pretending to be a dog—I don’t know how it looked.


<<Huh? I don’t really get it, but more importantly, about the barbecue…>>


<<Hey, don’t change the subject.>>


Angu Ogu starts talking about the barbecue.


This girl, completely unaware of our struggles, is immersed in the meat.


<<Angu Ogu… Next time our daughter calls you, it’s your turn.>>


I send her a resentful look and take a sip of the juice I was drinking.


By the way, come to think of it, Papa-san was drinking the same thing.


<<Papa-san, you don’t drink alcohol?>>


<<Iroha, in America, drinking alcohol in public places is illegal.>>


<<Oh, I see.>>


Drinking alcohol while enjoying cherry blossoms or on the beach is unique to Japan.


Or so I thought, but Papa-san denied it with a “no.”


<<Well, technically, we can drink in this barbecue area since it’s private. But my wife is strict about alcohol. I’m completely under her control, you see.>>


<<Wait, that makes it sound like I’m scary.>>


<<Oops, my wife has sharp ears, by the way.>>


<<Haa~. If you say that, I won’t give you this potato salad.>>


<<Of course, it’s a joke. I love you, my wife.>>


<<Me too.>>


The wife, who was preparing side dishes at another table, appears with a large plate.


Ignoring our gazes, they reconcile with a kiss.


<<Iroha, when we argue next time…>>


<<Be quiet.>>


Watching this, their daughter must have grown up.


No wonder. I nodded in understanding.



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