Chapter 22 - Chapter 20

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"Hey, let's all go camping starting tomorrow!"

Mizuki suddenly blurted this out during lunch on the last day of school, right before summer vacation began.

After finishing school in the morning, Aika and the other two had gathered, as usual, at our home in Sazanami Manor to chat away with their usual girl talk. By the way, today was Saturday, so I had the day off work.

"Starting tomorrow? That's pretty sudden. Isn't it a bit too much to pull off?"

Since it was always my role to get roped into Mizuki's schemes and do the heavy lifting, I couldn't help but be cautious.

Well, more accurately, before I knew it, I had somehow been appointed as the watchdog of the Sazanami Manor trio, responsible for keeping their antics in check. And yet, Aika was supposed to be my only daughter.

"Not at all! We've got a tent stashed away in the garden shed," Mizuki declared triumphantly, puffing out her D-cup chest.

It was true—Sazanami Manor's yard had a shared storage shed. I'd never used it myself, but it wouldn't be strange if someone had left a tent in there.

"Yeah, but just having a tent doesn't solve everything."

Even if we had a tent, how would we get it to a campsite? Sadly, my meager salary meant I didn't own a car. Even if I rented one, I was practically a paper driver at this point, so I had no confidence in my ability to drive.

And more importantly, taking someone else's daughter on a sudden camping trip was something no parent would ever allow.

Even if we were close, I'd never met Mizuki's father or Anna's mother.

"It's fine! The key is that we don't have to stay overnight, right?"

"Huh?"

I tilted my head in confusion.

The whole point of camping was staying overnight. Was she seriously planning to pitch the tent inside the house or something?

"Close, but no cigar, mister! We're pitching the tent there!"

With absolute confidence, Mizuki pointed out the window.

What lay beyond—

Was the overgrown, weed-choked yard of Sazanami Manor.

"If we camp on the property, no one can complain, right? Since it's still inside Sazanami Manor. No need to lug around a heavy tent, and we can just cook indoors and bring the food outside. It's the ultimate solution to all our problems!"

At this point, I almost felt like applauding.

But was there even any point in calling this "camping"?

If we were just eating in the yard and sleeping in a tent, it wasn't much different from a backyard barbecue.

"You just don't get it, mister. The whole point is sleeping under the stars in a tent! This is the desperate ingenuity of apartment-dwelling paupers trying to make the most of their precious few middle school summer vacations!"

Mizuki put on an exaggerated performance, pretending to weep. Being lumped in as a "pauper" myself was a bit irritating, but I could somewhat understand what she was getting at.

I was already an adult, but when I was a kid, even the smallest events were exciting.

Even if we weren't going to the mountains or a riverside, just spending time eating and sleeping together with friends might be more than enough fun.

Ideally, I would've loved to take them on a proper camping trip, but several obstacles stood in the way.

And if we couldn't do that, at least cooperating with this on-property event wouldn't be the end of the world.

For me, as Aika's guardian, this was probably an important experience too.

"Alright, then it's settled! Let's go set up the tent right away!"

Without even waiting for my reply, Mizuki stood up.

The fact that Aika and Anna didn't say anything made me wonder if the three of them had already discussed this beforehand.

As I marveled at how close they'd gotten, a certain question crossed my mind.

"That tent… you're setting it up in that yard?"

To pitch a tent in that yard, we'd first have to clear out the dense thicket of weeds.

And of course, that job would fall to—

"Obviously you, mister!"

The moment I saw her beaming smile, I already began to regret everything.

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"Finally… done…"

By the time we finished weeding the yard and setting up the tent, the clock had already struck five in the evening.

Three hours of grueling manual labor.

At some point, Aika and Anna had brought me drinks and towels, but I couldn't exactly make a bunch of girls do the dirty work with sickles, so most of it had been my burden alone.

And what were the three of them doing during all this…?

"Dad, good work!"

What Aika brought over on a tray was a mountain of rice balls.

Behind her, Anna was carrying cut-up meat and vegetables.

"Oho, good job. The culinary duo of Sazanami Manor."

Mizuki, sitting atop a makeshift stove made of cinder blocks, fanned herself with a hand fan like some kind of general.

"Ah—Mizuki! I wondered where you disappeared to, and here you are slacking off!"

Naturally, Aika voiced her displeasure.

But Mizuki hadn't just been lazing around.

"How rude! Do you have any idea how hard I worked to build this stove?"

That's right—Mizuki had hauled over cinder blocks and a metal grate from who-knows-where and assembled a makeshift stove herself.

Well, to be honest, I had helped with about half of it.

"Besides, I suck at cooking. Rather than ruining perfectly good ingredients, it's better to leave it to the experts, right?"

"Right person for the right job," she seemed to be saying.

I'd once tasted Mizuki's fried rice, and it had been… inedible, to say the least.

Of course, out of politeness, I'd finished it all.

But given her track record, it was probably better for her to stick to what she was good at—physical labor, given her athleticism—rather than joining the cooking team.

"You weren't doing anything weird with Dad, were you?"

Aika shot Mizuki a sharp glare.

Mizuki remained unfazed, but about thirty minutes earlier, she had in fact given me a rather enthusiastic blowjob.

Her sneaking away from the cooking prep at the Vallière residence had likely been for that very purpose.

Not wanting to get scolded, she'd hurriedly thrown together the stove as an excuse, but the fact that she could improvise something like this on the spot was impressive in its own right.

"But anyway, the camp preparations are finally done!"

Aika looked around the yard of Sazanami Manor with visible delight.

The wide yard, enclosed by a concrete-block wall and a windbreak, now boasted a fully equipped campsite.

A five-person tent pitched along the wall, Mizuki's makeshift cinder-block stove, and the chairs and table we'd hauled out from inside—it really did look like a proper campsite now.

Even I had to admit, and despite them just being middle schoolers, they'd done a great job.

At first, I'd scoffed at the idea of camping in the yard, but now that everything was ready, I couldn't help but feel a childish excitement welling up inside me.

If I, an adult, felt this way, I could only imagine how the three middle schoolers must've felt.

Though they usually acted mature beyond their years, they were still just kids at heart.

"Anna, what's in that pot?"

Inside the pot Anna was carrying was something that looked distinctly non-Japanese—a soup-like dish.

"This is pot-au-feu."

I'd at least heard the name before.

If I remembered right, it was a French home-style dish of meat and vegetables stewed together.

"Wow, you can cook, Anna? As expected of a French girl."

Of course, not every French person was a master chef, but for a thirteen-year-old to properly cook something like this was impressive.

It suited her homely, mature vibe perfectly.

"N-No, this is actually… um…"

Anna hung her head shyly, still holding the pot.

Her bashful demeanor was adorable, but it seemed I'd made a wrong assumption.

"Bonjour."

Standing behind Anna was a strikingly beautiful Caucasian woman.

She shared the same blonde hair as Anna, with clear, azure eyes.

Her pristine features gave off a saintly aura, and her smile was as gentle as a mother's.

"I'm Mireille. My daughter Anna is always in your care."

It clicked—this was Anna's mother.

"N-No, the pleasure is mine! I'm the one borrowing your precious daughter…"

I immediately stood and bowed.

In this case, "borrowing" referred to taking Anna out for this makeshift camping trip, but considering all the… other things I'd had her do—oral, paizuri, analingus, and more—an overwhelming guilt washed over me.

Even if it was all consensual, I was still having a thirteen-year-old girl perform sexual favors for me.

"Oh, no need to worry. My husband is often away, so I'm afraid I've never been able to take her on outdoor trips like this."

Her demeanor was refined and graceful, almost like that of a traditional Japanese woman.

She looked far too young to have a middle school daughter—her delicate beauty could've passed for someone in her twenties.

And yet, beneath her apron, her chest was voluptuous, to put it mildly.

Comparing her to Aika or Anna wasn't fair, but there was simply no contest—this was the full-fledged figure of a mature Western woman.

Truly, like mother, like daughter.

"—!!"

At that moment, a sharp pain shot through my side.

Aika had just elbowed me—hard.

"Aika… why…?"

As I reeled from the unexpected violence from my usually gentle daughter, someone stomped on my toe—Mizuki.

"Mister, should I take that as a challenge against us Japanese girls?"

In a whisper too quiet for Mireille to hear, Mizuki's words dripped with menace.

Apparently, my blatant ogling of Mireille's generous chest hadn't gone unnoticed.

Come on, give me a break. It's not every day you see that kind of size in Japan.

Clutching my throbbing side and aching toe, I turned to Sazanami Manor's angel, Ange—Anna—for salvation.

Surely, she'd comfort me with her sweet smile.

"Ne pas regarder ma mère avec intérêt sexuel évident. Sale fils de pute."

Just as I expected, Anna smiled warmly and comforted me.

…Wait, why was it in French?

"Ange-Flora… where on earth did you learn such vulgar language?!"

Mireille was visibly flustered.

Just what had Anna said?

I was dying to know, but something told me it was better not to ask.

Either way, the campsite was now ready.

All that was left was to eat together and sleep in the tent, but a faint unease lingered in my chest—would things really end that simply?

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