Chapter 107: Gaze

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Translator: Soafp

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9 p.m.

Kanon-chan is already asleep.

And here I am, pressing my forehead against the tatami in the living room.

“I… am a filthy, disgusting, creepy lolicon trash… (dogeza).”

The moment I woke up, I understood everything.

After all, when I opened my eyes, Kanon-chan's stomach was right in front of me.

And under my head were her thighs… (yep, it’s over).

“I am the lowest form of lolicon scum… (second round).”

“Hey, hey, stop that! Don't do this, Toumachi-kun!”

“But… but… I sincerely apologize for everything (Japanese language skills malfunctioning).”

Should I turn myself in to the police?

There's no way to explain this one.

If I recall correctly—

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“Icchi-Nii, let’s play hide and seek!”

After showing off my dance moves non-stop, we played hide and seek.

I was the seeker.

And I couldn't find her at all (a man who loses to a 5-year-old).

“Fufu, I bet she's curled up in her bedroom.”

“Eh, I can’t go there.”

“It's fine, go ahead.”

Reluctantly, I got permission from Kisaragi-san, who was cooking.

I found Kanon-chan wrapped up in a light futon.

“Next, let's do the rolling crash game!”

“Huh?”

“Oh, that's something my dad used to do with her.”

“!?”

Kisaragi-san, who had appeared behind me, explained.

You stretch out the futon straight, have Kanon-chan lie on top of one side, then lift both ends of the futon quickly—and she rolls off to the other side.

Is this a physics problem? (No, it's not).

“Hurry, hurry!”

“Uh, are you sure? Kanon-chan won't get hurt, right?”

“Fufu, it's fine. You'll see once you try.”

So, I set Kanon-sama up (no disrespect intended).

“Ready, set, go!”

“Then… 3, 2, 1… launch!! (giving up on everything).”

“Roll, roll, roll, roll!! Yay, yay!!”

By pulling on the futon, I created a slope.

Kanon-chan rolled down it at a pretty good speed.

Yeah… I mean, she looked like she was having fun.

But man, it was tough.

My arms! (muscle fatigue level max↑↑).

“Fufu, Kanon loves this. I'm glad, since I can't do it myself.”

“Do it again! Do it again!”

And before I knew it, Kanon-chan had repositioned herself on the futon.

With Kisaragi-san smiling so happily in front of me—

“I do pull-ups every day. I can probably do this a hundred more times (smug face).”

“Are you sure? My dad usually collapsed after just one round…”

“One more time!”

“Haha (Regretting what's been done: Realizing too late that I've messed up badly).”

With Kanon-chan insisting over and over and Kisaragi-san looking perplexed, I rolled up my sleeves and stood up.

I kept launching her until my stamina gave out. I was exhausted, but I pushed through.

…After that, I don't remember much.

Maybe it's better that I don't.

Anyway, when I woke up—there was that scene (despair).

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“Toumachi-kun, you really played with Kanon a lot.”

“… Well, yeah.”

“Thank you, Kanon seemed to have so much fun.”

“Thanks… (embarrassed).”

Even though my guilt for having rested my head on Kanon-sama’s (age 5) thighs doesn’t disappear, if she’s that grateful, maybe it was worth the effort.

But still…

The gaze from someone else is unsettling right now.

“I’m glad, Icchi.”

“Haha…”

“I’m really glad~”

“Yes… (dogeza again).”

“You were happy, huh?”

“(   )”

Of all people, Hatsune-san had to see that scene.

I feel embarrassed, like I’ve completely messed up—this is the worst.

“Icchi likes little kids, huh?”

“What?”

“Hey, Momo, what are you saying? That’s rude.”

“S-sorry.”

I swear, I'm normal.

I promise.

“Kanon-chan is cute, but I don't see her like that…”

“… I know.”

Wait, isn't Hatsune-san in a bad mood?

This is bad.

I wish I could come up with a lighthearted joke to make her laugh… but nothing’s coming to mind!

“Ah, well, I should probably head home now (trying to escape).”

“… You’re leaving?”

“I have work tomorrow and the day after… starting at 6 a.m.”

“Eh?”

“Eh!? That’s so early, are you okay?”

Kisaragi-san asked me, sounding concerned.

Honestly, I shouldn't say this, but that nap earlier? Or was it an evening nap? Anyway, thanks to that, I’m not even tired anymore.

It must be thanks to the great Kanon-sama (age 5). I think those 60 minutes erased 50 hours' worth of fatigue.

…Seriously, she’s terrifying. What's going to happen when she grows up?

She might build her own country or something (?)—could even become a femme fatale.

“I’m not tired at all, so I’ll be fine. It won't affect me tomorrow, so don't worry.”

“Is that so? Will you play with Kanon again?”

“Yeah, of course. She had fun, and that made me happy too.”

With that conversation, I headed to the front door.

I put on my shoes and waved to the two of them.

“Well, I'll be going now.”

“Alright.”

“… Bye-bye.”

As I left, until the very end, Hatsune-san still had a cloudy expression on her face.

I guess I couldn’t clear up the lolicon misunderstanding… (despair).

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313: Username: 1

I got a lap pillow from a five-year-old. How should I explain this to my friends?

314: Username: Anonymous in Love

Turn yourself in.

315: Username: Anonymous in Love

Apologize from behind bars.

316: Username: Anonymous in Love

Lol.

317: Username: 1

I’m heading to the police.

318: Username: Anonymous in Love

If you see a guy with rainbow-colored hair on the news tomorrow, it’s confirmed.

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1's TV debut, huh…