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The approach to Kiyomizu Temple is quite a steep slope.
Lining the long slope are numerous shops catering to tourists, with traditional stores like yatsuhashi (a Kyoto sweet) and pickled vegetable shops exuding the charm of the ancient capital. The area is bustling with tourists, including many foreigners, reminding you that this is one of Japan's premier tourist spots.
"Nothing's changed. Just like twenty years ago."
I don't remember the exact scenery, but when I visited this place on a school trip, the view was probably not much different.
If I had to point out a change, it might be the increase in foreign tourists. Back then, I remember seeing Western travelers, but now, with the recent influx of visitors from East Asia, the proportion has grown.
Still, the fundamental dynamic remains unchanged: a historic landmark affectionately called "Kiyo-han" by locals continues to draw crowds of tourists.
In fact, this scenery has likely remained largely the same for over a thousand years since the temple was built, with only minor differences.
"What now? Are we waiting for your sister here?"
According to Mizuki's message, Aika and her group have just finished visiting Kiyomizu Temple and are about to descend this very path.
Facing her head-on here is one option.
A father appearing before his daughter during her school trip is highly irregular, but right now, I don't have the luxury of caring about what others think.
I want Aika to come back.
I'll accept her no matter what.
If I can just convey that, I feel like things will work out.
Even if Aika is struggling with her own "perversions," as long as I accept her, everything should be fine.
"...Sorry, but could you let me wait alone? There's something I need to tell her one-on-one."
Perhaps sensing my tension, Suzuka, who had been in a terrible mood on the bus, now remains calm.
Of course, this isn't just my problem—it concerns her too. Her own sister, Aika, is on the verge of deciding whether to return or not.
"...Fine, but don't do anything that'll get you reported. Even if it's my sister, if you say something like 'Let me fuck you' here, I'd be seriously creeped out."
What does Suzuka even think of me? I wouldn't go that far. That would make it seem like I only see Aika as a sex toy.
"Just make sure you bring her back properly."
With a light push on my back, the girl disappears into the crowd.
And then, a question occurs to me.
Didn't Suzuka originally want to bring Aika back to the Kutsuki household?
Wasn't that why she came to Sazanami-so, even going as far as having unprotected sex under the pretense of testing my worth?
But now, she's helping me bring Aika back to Sazanami-so.
It's the opposite of her initial goal, yet strangely, it feels natural.
To Suzuka, the Aika who was a "dependent" in the Kutsuki household must have seemed "different."
Even though it was supposed to be Aika's family home, there must have been something fundamentally different about her after living at Sazanami-so. Maybe that's why Suzuka is helping me now.
The fact that I'm here now is thanks to her—and, to an extent, thanks to Kutsuki Daijirou.
I don't know what his motives were for helping me, but without him wielding his considerable influence to arrange this "external training" in Kansai, I wouldn't be here.
At work, I'm still officially on an external training program.
In reality, I haven't attended any training—just chasing Aika and fooling around with Suzuka and Anna. But I've had to steel myself to accept that.
Honestly, the fact that a man in his thirties is having sex with multiple middle and elementary schoolers is already abnormal.
If I want to keep this up, conventional morality won't help.
I plan to bring Aika back, mend our relationship, and return to our usual sex life.
I'll resume things with Anna, have sex with Mizuki, and find a way to take Suzuka too. I'll have my way with Kou and Ayaka as well. If the opportunity arises, I might even go for Mireille. Unless I'm this greedy, unless I'm this determined, I won't be able to bring Aika back. That's how I feel.
So when I finally faced Aika, I was strangely calm.
"...You followed me?"
Strangely, Aika was calm too.
While her classmates were stunned by the sudden appearance of an adult man, Kutsuki Aika remained unfazed.
Maybe she had expected me to come after her.
She might have even spotted me standing frozen at Todai-ji's Nandaimon.
She's smart. She probably saw through Mizuki and me teaming up to orchestrate this meeting long ago.
"Yeah."
I answered honestly. There's no point in lying here.
My workplace is in Tokyo. I've almost never had business trips to Kansai before, so my presence here can only mean one thing.
A 34-year-old salaryman facing a 13-year-old middle school girl.
To anyone watching, we wouldn't look like father and daughter. I look young for my age, and Aika appears mature. At best, we might pass as distant cousins.
"I want you to come back to Sazanami-so."
I cut straight to the point, ignoring the confusion of her classmates and the suspicious glances of tourists.
—The other day, I had sex with Dad in my school. Right in the classroom where we usually have lessons, I stripped naked and took his bare cock. The act itself wasn't any different from usual, but being taken from behind in that place felt incredibly good.
—That's when I realized. I wanted to be taken like that too. I wanted to be used as a tool for sexual release, to be ravaged purely for physical pleasure.
Last night, Aika had confessed her sexual desires in these words.
It was probably the first time she had ever voiced them to anyone.
Aika wants to be treated as a tool for sexual release.
It's a desire many girls might harbor. Not all, but most girls are passive in sex, wanting to surrender everything to a man.
Aika is likely no different.
She's become aware of her own perversions and is struggling with them.
So all I need to do is ease that anxiety.
As her father.
As her sex partner.
Or as her "master."
I have reservations about adding Aika to my sex harem.
When I'm with Anna or Mizuki, there's no romantic love involved.
Even if pleasure reaches its peak and I delude myself into thinking so in the heat of the moment, the "I love you" I whisper is just doping to heighten the experience.
But Aika wants to be part of that harem.
She wants the same intense, pleasure-driven sex that Anna enjoys.
In a way, it's nothing but rape.
A man in his thirties having sex with middle and elementary schoolers is already tantamount to assault, regardless of consent.
Just as Kou's homeroom teacher violated her when she was still in fourth grade, it's pure sexual exploitation.
But Aika herself wants it.
If we were to have "real" sex, our relationship might collapse.
The kind of melting, love-filled sex where we whisper genuine affections might disappear forever.
But desperate times call for desperate measures.
If this is what it takes to bring Aika back, then I have no choice.
"I'll accept you no matter what. I want you by my side."
This conversation is nothing but a messy affair. Any adult saying this to a middle schooler in broad daylight would be labeled a pervert.
Her classmates are already giving us strange looks. Mizuki is trying her best to smooth things over, but normal father-daughter pairs don't have conversations like this.
"...Really? No matter what kind of me?"
Aika stares straight at me, as if seeking confirmation.
If she were to throw herself into my arms, I'd catch her without a second thought about the onlookers.
I'm certain Aika wants to come back to me.
"No matter what kind of Aika."
I meet her gaze firmly.
My precious Aika.
My precious daughter.
I want her to come back to me soon.
I want her to call me "Dad" again, just like before.
"I don't think you can. If you really accepted me after this, I'd be the one creeped out."
What returns isn't an embrace or tears, but Aika's cold stare.
"You said you'd accept any version of me, right? That nothing would change? Well, let me tell you—I'm way more of a pervert than you think."
The word "pervert" sends a ripple through everyone present.
Many girls with masochistic tendencies fantasize about being roughly taken by their partners.
But Aika's tone suggests something far beyond that.
Has she ventured into territory I can't even begin to imagine?
"I saw the video with Anna. Wow. I had no idea you were doing that kind of stuff behind my back."
Her words strike at the heart of the issue, piercing my chest.
The very reason Aika left Sazanami-so.
The indecent acts between me and Anna.
Sensing the tension, her classmates begin to scatter. Mizuki does her best to guide them away, but my mind is elsewhere.
So Aika is angry about Anna after all?
If that's the case, I have no way to appease her. The fact that Anna and I had passionate, all-day sex while screaming "I love you" is undeniable.
"Watching that made me realize—I want the same thing. I want to be taken just as roughly. The way you treat Anna and me is completely different."
So Aika was dissatisfied with our sex.
While I was rough with Anna, I treated her like fragile glass.
But that's because I care about her.
Because she's precious to me.
Because I didn't want to break her.
But from now on, I'll treat you the same way.
Just as I'm about to say this, Aika cuts me off with something else.
"I'm into all kinds of ×××××××××. Not just ××××, but also ×××××××, ××, and ×××××××××."
"Huh?"
The suddenness of her words makes me doubt my ears.
What she's saying is too unbelievable.
"I'm ×××× about ××. Not with ××××××. I'm interested in ×××××××××."
"I have ×××××. I want to be ××× by both × and ×, to be ×××××××."
"So? Do you still want me back?"
The shock leaves me speechless.
I don't know if Aika's words are true or just lies to push me away. I desperately hope it's the latter, but for some reason, I feel they're the truth.
"Watching Anna's video made me realize—this is what I wanted. I wondered how good it would feel to make that video a reality."
Looking back, there were signs.
Anna uploaded all kinds of videos. If Aika saw herself in one of them—
"Remember the sex during the school festival?"
Suddenly, Aika brings up that day.
The day I stripped her naked and took her from behind in the classroom.
That day, Aika came harder than she ever had before—so much that it confused even herself.
I was surprised too. I never expected her to lose control like that.
"That sex felt amazing. Way better than anything we'd done before. Do you know why?"
I couldn't answer her question.
Partly because I didn't know the answer.
But more than that, I was afraid to answer.
Aika's words cut too close to the core, and I was already waving the white flag.
"At that time, while ×××× was ××× from ×××, I was ××× about ×××. Not like the ×××××× before. It was ××× while ××× in ××."
"I'm still ×××'s ××××, but my ××× is ××. During ××××, I always × about ×."
"And in that ××××, I was ××× about ×××. Being ××××× in ××××× but not ×××, I was ××× in ×××××."
"××××'s ××× is ××××, and ×××× can't ××× with ×××. In that ××××, I ××××××× and ×××."
"××××, even if I ×××, they wouldn't ×××, and in ×××××, my ××××× would ×××. Then I'd ×× and ××××'s ××× would ××, and I couldn't ×× anymore."
"That day, what I screamed was ××××× to ×××. I'd always wanted to ××× in ×××'s ×××."
After saying all this, Aika looks strangely refreshed.
No, maybe she really is. She's just revealed the shocking truth she's been hiding all this time.
"So? Do you hate me now?"
I have no response.
As her father, as her partner, I should say something. But every word from Aika is too shocking to process.
"I'm leaving Sazanami-so. I'm sorry it had to end like this. After all you've done for me, I couldn't give anything back."
Aika looks at me apologetically.
There's guilt and loneliness in her eyes—an air of solitude unbefitting a middle school girl.
"Thank you for everything. Take care, Mr. Kasahara."
The formality of her farewell stings.
But then again, we were never family. Legally, biologically—we were always strangers.
In the end, I can only watch as the girl who was once my daughter disappears down the slope without another word.
At the very end, she turns back once to say something.
It's too far to hear, but from the movement of her lips, I can tell:
"Goodbye."