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"Although I have no experience as a father, I will learn to be a good father."
Shirakawa Natsu paused here before continuing, "Although I have no intention of interfering in your life, I think it's better for girls to be a little more reserved."
He spoke these words with intonation and righteous indignation.
Kanna's expression was strange. Feeling Shirakawa Natsu's righteous aura, she pulled her foot under the table, realizing that she was still being held by the hand.
What's even worse is that he's been rubbing against the soles of her feet.
She could even feel something sticky and cool on the soles of her feet.
She tried a few more times, but eventually gave up.
"What does he want to do?"
Kanna's heart pounded. To have her feet used for such a thing in a restaurant was far too shameful for a young girl who had just come of age.
She told herself not to panic.
"Could it be..."
She raised her head again and met Shirakawa Natsu's gaze.
That's right, he wanted to be his friend while maintaining a father-daughter relationship, not just a friend.
"I know, Dad."
When Kanna cried out, she was so embarrassed that she wanted to bury her head in her chest.
She told herself, "Kanna, you can't lose. This is a necessary sacrifice."
The next second, she felt the rubbing sensation on the soles of her feet increase significantly.
She looked up and met Shirakawa Natsu's gaze.
His expression was calm, and there was nothing unusual about it.
She couldn't help but wonder if it was really him doing those lewd things under the table.
Kanna couldn't help but lift the tablecloth and look down. Her face turned bright red in an instant, and she quickly looked up again.
She's wearing ultra-thin black stockings today.
After being pierced, Xia's black stockings covered her feet, creating a large bulge on the soles of her feet.
Her small feet, like those of a helpless little white rabbit, were being toyed with by a hideous demon.
An eerie silence fell over the dining table.
Neither of them spoke; Shirakawa Natsu looked righteous, while Kanna pursed her lips.
The dawdling continues.
She felt a hand cover her toes, guiding them to close together.
Kanna didn't want to cooperate, but under the guidance of her palm, she used her toes to gently stroke and pinch the bottom each time she rubbed against the ground.
Previously, there was a membrane between the stockings and the material.
Now, being inserted into the membrane, the delicate feel of the stockings tightly envelops both of them, and an intense stimulation travels through the skin.
Kanna lowered her head further and further.
Suddenly, a contraction came from my toes.
Then came a beautiful scene.
But it didn't end there. He continued for a while, until he left all of it inside her stockings and even wiped it clean at her ankles before leaving.
Kanna silently pulled a piece of paper from the dining table.
Shirakawa Natsu reached out and grasped her wrist: "Kanna, are you full?"
"Hmm." Kanna didn't know what he wanted to do, so she nodded, unable to pull her hand away.
Pantyhose don't actually absorb much water; in fact, they're a bit slippery.
She could clearly feel something sticky flowing down her stockings.
This feeling isn't very pleasant.
"Let's go then." Shirakawa Natsumi held her wrist and showed no intention of letting go.
Kanna looked resentful, gritted her teeth, and finally slipped her feet into her high heels: "Okay, Daddy."
She got up very carefully.
There was a hole in the sole of my foot, which already felt bad. With each step, it felt like I was stepping on something sticky that spread out and then came back together when I lifted my foot.
She also had to be careful at all times so that her high heels didn't slip off her heels.
If that happens, she should just move to another planet.
"Where to next?" Shirakawa Natsu asked. "There's nothing I want to buy, so let's go home."
"Next...next." Kanna took a few deep breaths, trying to keep her tone steady and forcing a smile, "Dad, I'd like to ask you some questions, is that alright?"
"Oh, what's the problem?" Shirakawa Natsu asked with a gentle smile.
"People don't know much about boys' anatomy. Can a father teach his daughter?" Kanna's voice was affectionate: "After all, a father wouldn't want his daughter to learn about other men, right?"
“Okay, let’s get a room.” Shirakawa Natsumi was quick to agree and immediately grabbed her wrist and headed out of the mall.
Kanna carefully followed behind him in her high heels, a fierce glint in her eyes.
Shirakawa Natsu skillfully led her into the hotel; last time, he had come to book a room with Aunt Maki.
The receptionist wasn't the same one as last time; she skillfully handed him the room key.
The two took the elevator to their reserved room.
Kanna maintained her smile, though anyone could tell it was forced. She took Shirakawa Natsu's wrist and placed it on her chest: "Dad, I don't know why my chest is so big. Can you check it for me?"
Chapter 370 Patient Match
Shirakawa Natsumi had always had a good impression of Kanna; she wore glasses, was somewhat introverted, and had a surprisingly good figure.
I love literature, I'm somewhat naive and romantic, and I want to pursue the person I like.
That's why I was attracted to Miyuki.
At the same time, there's a practical side to it; she feels he's a suitable marriage candidate, and she's torn between someone she likes and someone suitable.
She's a bit cunning, but a very genuine girl.
But now, knowing that her backup boyfriend has become her stepfather, she has broken down.
She held Shirakawa Natsu's hand and placed it on her chest, rubbing it through her clothes.
With a mixture of shyness and unhealthy excitement, she looked at Shirakawa Natsu and asked, "Dad, why is this thing so much bigger than other people's?"
Shirakawa Natsu rubbed her breasts; she was a D cup, far exceeding her peers: "Because your mother is big enough, daughters inherit their mother's genes."
Kanna's smile deepened, and she gripped her chest even tighter: "So, does Daddy think Mom's hands feel better, or does Daughter's hands feel better?"
“Of course, Mom’s is better,” Shirakawa Natsumi replied truthfully.
In terms of texture, Auntie's is softer and stickier, while Kanna's is relatively more resilient.
However, if it develops a second time in the future, its size will likely be no smaller than that of the aunt.
His answer left Kanna speechless, and she paused in rubbing her hands.
Kanna wrapped her arms around his neck and breathed on his face as she spoke: "Then I'll give Daddy a daughter, and I'll be a mom too."
"Uh." Shirakawa Natsu was momentarily confused by her corporate-level understanding.
Seeing his astonished expression, Kanna smiled with satisfaction and gently pushed him back with both hands.
Push him onto the bed.
Shirakawa Natsu did not resist, watching as Kanna opened her legs and lay on his waist.
The next second, Kanna stopped, seemingly unsure of what to do next.
She had experience, but only once with Shirakawa Natsu, and she covered her eyes the whole time.
Shirakawa Natsu watched as her movements became clumsy and she couldn't find the right position, and soon beads of sweat appeared on her forehead.
"Hey."
Shirakawa Natsu misses Aunt Maki. When she's with Aunt Maki, she doesn't have to do anything herself, unlike Kanna.
He wasn't in a hurry. With his minotaur body, he could maintain his strength and give Kanna more opportunities to try and fail.
Kanna's attempt to act all sassy has finally been exposed at this point.
It took her a good fifteen minutes to find the right spot.
But new problems soon arose.
The length she can withstand is too short.
Shirakawa Natsu watched as she struggled to support her body with her hands and feet, like she was squatting in a horse stance, maintaining a semi-suspended posture.
I'm afraid of the pain if I sit down completely, and it's too strenuous to be suspended in the air.
Within minutes, he began to pant heavily, his long legs started to tremble slightly, and beads of sweat appeared on his skin.
It seems that after she went to Yan, she hardly went anywhere.
Shirakawa Natsu quickly concluded from the tightness that even when Kanna was generating electricity, it only stayed on the surface.
The whole process took a full half hour, although most of that time was wasted.
Kanna lay on his chest, panting heavily, her long hair plastered to her forehead with sweat, as if she had run a marathon.
Shirakawa Natsumi supported her buttocks with her hand; because she was a young girl, she was much smaller than her aunt.
However, she was probably too tired just now, and she couldn't leave in time, so she put it all in without leaving a single drop.
Kanna nestled in his arms, her eyes filled with complex emotions, the flirtatious and sickly feeling from before gone.
Shirakawa Natsu doesn't know if women have a post-coital period.
In short, he seems to have completely calmed down and returned to the Kanna he knows.
"summer."
Kanna pressed her face against Shirakawa Natsu's chest, her voice tinged with pleading.
"Can I separate from my mother? Whatever you ask for, I will agree to it."
She placed her hand on her chest: "I'll grow up, and my figure won't be any worse than Mom's. I can dress sexy too, and I can become the kind of person you like, so..."
"Do you love me?" Shirakawa Natsu reached out and placed her hand on her chest. "Don't think about anything else. The first answer in your heart is, do you love me?"
Kanna paused for a moment.
Shirakawa Natsumi smiled and said, "See, isn't the answer already here?"
“There are many reasons why you want to be with me. For example, I am a suitable marriage partner, but of course, this is just your opinion. For example, you don’t want to have another stepfather who is the same age as you. Various factors combined will lead you to the final choice of being with me.”
"And the reason I want to be with Auntie is very simple: I like her, and it has nothing to do with whether she has a good figure or not."
Shirakawa Natsu paused for a moment, wondering if she would fall in love with her if her aunt had small breasts.
The thought had barely crossed his mind before he dismissed it.
There's no need to overthink many things.
Kanna stared blankly at Shirakawa Natsumi, her smile gradually returning to its previous sickly state, and she nestled against Shirakawa Natsumi's chest once more:
"Then I can only be your daughter, which is not bad either."
She rolled off Shirakawa Natsumi again: "I'm so tired, let's rest for a while before going back."
"No way." Shirakawa Natsumi did indeed roll over and pinned her down: "This is just the beginning."
Kanna's expression shifted from surprise to a strange, dazed look mixed with pain.
Strange screams from a girl soon echoed through the room.
Although she had performed well just now, she quickly fell into a completely passive position and became a toy that Shirakawa Natsu could manipulate at will.
An hour later, Kanna drifted off to sleep.