Chapter 26 - Chapter 24

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"Does this bra suit me? Is it a bit too flashy?"

Pressed by Aika, I ended up visiting a nearby department store.

The location, of course, was the women's lingerie section.

And worse—inside the fitting room.

"N-No, I don't think it's too flashy. Aika, you've got a great figure, so even mature lingerie like this suits you."

Even as I said it, I was beyond uncomfortable.

Because right now, I was in an absurd position—sticking only my head into the fitting room, staring at Aika in her underwear.

The bra she was wearing was a black and blue lace design.

It might have been a bit too mature for the average second-year middle schooler, but on Aika, it looked unbelievably good.

Her bust size—an E-cup—was part of it, but more than that, Aika had grown incredibly mature.

No, let me rephrase that. Over the past month or so, Aika had become unbelievably womanly.

Sure, girls her age grow every day, but more than her height or bust size, it was her aura that had matured.

She had grown even more beautiful, even more alluring.

As her father, I should have been happy about her growth—or maybe, as her "partner," I should have been happy—but either way, seeing her in lingerie was far more dangerous to my sanity than before.

"...You think so? Then I'll take this one."

Aika stared intently at her own developed chest.

According to her, her bust hadn't quite reached an F-cup yet, but depending on the brand, some E-cup bras could feel tight. That's why she had to try them on to find the right size.

But if you asked me, I just wanted to say, Buy as many as you want, just let's get out of here already.

A salaryman sticking his head into a women's lingerie fitting room was nothing short of a pervert—and to the outside world, we were father and daughter.

Realistically, the female staff in the lingerie section were giving me the most suspicious looks imaginable.

Since Aika called me "Dad" and didn't refuse me seeing her in the fitting room, the staff couldn't do anything about it—but there was no doubt this situation was bizarre.

What kind of father helps his middle school daughter pick out lingerie?

"Can I buy a few more?"

My daughter's lingerie shopping wasn't over yet.

Well, of course, she couldn't just get one—but the thought of enduring this torture a few more times made my face burn with embarrassment.

"They're not exactly cheap, so two should be enough. Your size might change again soon anyway."

Even now, she was already an E-cup, and yet, my daughter's chest was still growing.

As if competing with Anna-chan—a classmate who was already an F-cup—my beloved daughter was growing day by day.

I couldn't even imagine just how much of a seductive woman she'd become in the future.

Maybe someday, when she was all grown up, this moment would become a precious memory—but having her pure, white cleavage burned into my mind still filled me with guilt.

"Just pick whatever you like. I won't complain if it's Dad's choice."

"Huh?"

This must be what they mean by eyes turning to dots. I couldn't even blink for a while.

Cold sweat poured down my back. Did Aika even realize what kind of impossible task she'd just given me?

"It's fine. There are guys out there who buy lingerie for their girlfriends, you know?"

Well, yeah, but that's usually for special occasions like Christmas, right?

Besides, Aika was my daughter. The idea of a father picking out lingerie for his daughter was something I couldn't even begin to comprehend.

And I was pretty sure… no, I was certain that everyone in Japan would agree.

"Come on. If you don't hurry, someone we know could show up."

Urged by Aika, I reluctantly went to pick out lingerie.

In this situation, who would be more troubled if we were seen by someone we knew—me or Aika?

In terms of risk, it was probably equal—but while I was panicking, my daughter remained as composed as ever.

As always, Aika was unusually level-headed for a middle schooler.

Though, being level-headed and making your dad pick out your lingerie were two very different things—but for me, it was nothing but trouble either way.

"Which one's good…?"

I had bought some pretty risqué lingerie at a department store before, but that was only because Aika was the one buying it.

Never in my life did I think I'd be the one picking out women's underwear, and of course, I was beyond nervous.

I wanted to run away right then and there—but I couldn't just leave my half-naked daughter alone in the store.

"L-Let's go with these."

Almost at random, I grabbed two bras. Well, not completely random—I did try to pick colors and designs that suited her.

Since I knew nothing about the structure of women's lingerie (how could I?), I had to rely on pure instinct.

The only thing that mattered was whether it suited Aika. That was all.

"Huh. They're more innocent than I expected."

The ones I'd picked were white and pink.

Apparently, she'd thought I'd bring back black lace or some barely-there "special occasion" lingerie.

Sure, that was a fantasy of mine.

I did have the desire to see Aika in something lewd.

But I didn't have the guts for that.

Even though the female staff were deliberately looking away, I didn't have the courage to pick something like that under their watchful eyes.

Besides, if I did, I'd probably get reported. Japan's laws were strict.

"Well, whatever. Next time, pick something even lewder. Something that'll make Dad want to have sex with me even more."

"Don't say things that'll get us misunderstood!!"

It wasn't a misunderstanding—the truth was, Aika and I were having sex—but if anyone heard, it'd be a disaster.

"But fine. Even if the lingerie is plain, there are other ways to be seductive, depending on the situation."

With those cryptic words, Aika closed the fitting room curtain.

I wouldn't understand the meaning behind them until we got home that evening.