All I Wanted Was Affection and Donations from the Beautiful Girls Who Left the Orphanage... sobs - 06 [Leon's Perspective]

Chapter 06 [Leon’s Perspective]

My sweet angel, Eris-tan, is a pure and innocent girl. She treats everyone equally, truly embodying the spirit of a saint. From a young age, she questioned why only the noble class could benefit from magic, and eventually, she brought legal magic to the commoners. 

Her beauty, rumored to be that of a goddess reincarnate, combined with her actions, led to the rise of the Eris religion, now one of the world’s four major religions. It’s no exaggeration to say she was born to be a saint.

She is still an unblemished, pure white girl, unknowing of corruption. Among the girls at the orphanage who desperately wanted to leave, she was the only one who could make an impact with her plea of “Don’t abandon us.” I never dreamed that after returning the large sum of money I was entrusted with, she would cheerfully declare “I’m graduating!” turning everything on its head. She was my last lifeline.

Eris-tan, whom I had been secretly calling out to avoid the notice of the other Divine Seven, entered with a tense expression. She glanced at me with downcast eyes.

…What’s with this awkward atmosphere? Is it already too late for everything? 

Eris-tan, somewhat fidgety, seemed to be taking my spirit away. The mental wound I received just moments ago from Shion’s treatment (holding a lavish party to celebrate graduation and a smile as if freed from a curse) hasn’t healed. Can I win? I am…

That injury hurts so much! I’ve been holding back for so long! Even when I continued to speak to the graduating girls of the divine seven, I was enduring incredible pain!

I could endure it because I’m the eldest son, but if I were the second son, I couldn’t have. 

Hang in there! The heart is the driving force! I’ve decided to live off donations, a parasitic lifestyle, fueled by the affections of a beautiful girl (though it’s impossible now)! So, the heart can become endlessly strong‼

― Alright. First, let’s shower her with praise. Praising girls is a classic tactic. 

Swallowing hard, I open my mouth while still tense. 

Appeal to her emotions… appeal to her emotions! 

Even if I, the despicable director, had desired to get cozy with the girls I raised, I never confessed that. I tried to make it a habit to look them in the eyes when speaking, but I couldn’t help being drawn to their bodies as they grew into women each day – something these girls, sensitive to such looks, must have surely noticed.

Eris. She doesn’t intend to kill me. That much is certain. Then, if I could exploit Eris-tan’s pure and innocent heart to quell her contempt for me… If I could convince the rest that Eris is on my side… Like a young man who almost became a god in a new world, I harbor dark thoughts internally.

Wait, but doesn’t this set a flag? At this rate, I’ll end up shouting, “Damn you! Eris, who are you shooting at⁉️ Stop messing around‼️” – Ahhh, I don’t want to die! I don’t want to…!

“Eris is a kind-hearted girl.”

“⁉︎”

Eris jerks her shoulders at my sudden words. What’s with that reaction⁉️ Was it too blunt? No, don’t hesitate, me! Leon is a strong kid, a kid who doesn’t cry!

“Among the Divine Seven, you were the smartest.”

“…Hau.”

Huh? Did Eris just let out a breath…? This could be my chance to make a move⁉️ Then, I’ll do what Eris-tan used to love – a gentle patting on the head. Her hair, silky straight like melted silver, feels incredibly nice to stroke.

“…Uuu.”

A sweet, moaning breath. I’m slightly thrilled by its warmth and take a quick glance at Eris-tan. Her cheeks are faintly flushed, and her downcast demeanor is unmistakably that of a girl on the verge of surrender.

Despite being a guardian and exploiting her good conscience, and even though her gentle heart wavers because of it, I couldn’t help but think: She’s too cute. I want to caress her buttocks. My desires, faithful to my son’s instincts, are starting to rev up, even though I am, after all, their father figure. Alright… time to go all out!

No, I can’t lose control here. If I reveal my lust now, I’ll lose the only patron who makes donations. I must avoid that at all costs. I’ve invested ten long years in this. I can’t afford a forced loss cut now. Never give up. Endure now, and live the rest of my life as a champion moocher.

“You’ve grown up beautifully, both in body and mind, my proud disciple.”

To appeal to her emotions even by a micron, I recall the days with Eris-tan like a flashback while weaving praises. It’s crucial whether these words are truly heartfelt or not; the receiver is sensitive to that.

But it’s sweet. I have memories of being a father figure for ten years.

I, who have hardly ever held hands with a girl, let alone a child, cannot understand the feelings of a real father. However, the long days spent with the girls of the Divine Seven have indeed stirred paternal emotions in me, comparable to those of a biological father. Well, I might be the only father who harbors desires for his daughters.

My son, though a father, unfortunately feels desires for his daughters. …Would this make a good light novel title? No, that’s impossible. But maybe the Bishoujo Bunko might accept it.

As I continue to praise Eris while gently stroking her hair, I realize that objectively, my actions are undeniably those of a moocher. The day to act as a true leech has finally arrived. 

A sweet pain, one I’ve never felt before, throbs deep in my chest. Despite some guilt for raising them all with the aim of money and physical desires, there’s no regret mixed in. In fact, I’ve been eagerly waiting for this day.

Perhaps it’s because I wasn’t satisfied with just giving unilaterally. I – and my son – also want to feel good. I want something in return. 

I want the pure Eris-tan to lick, to suck, to envelop. I want her to praise me: “You’ve done enough!” I want her to be proud: “Oh, it’s big and shiny, impressive!”

Even if there’s no love, if there’s something to be returned as gratitude, I strongly feel it should be returned. …Ah, I wonder what color of underwear Eris-tan is wearing right now. Hah… hah…

My stream of praises, so incessant it almost invites a retort of being a charlatan, doesn’t stop.

If I had confessed honestly, it would have been dangerous. I didn’t realize I had become aroused while praising her. I almost couldn’t resist pinning her down.

Glancing at Eris, she seemed to wear a somewhat desirous expression. “She’s aroused…!” I interpreted it in a way that suited me, realizing that this was a trap meant to finish me off. No doubt about it… It’s a honey trap!

I see, I understand now! I am like the grim reaper who always encounters murder scenes – when the glasses reflect light, I reach the truth. Eris-tan is a saint, pure and untainted. That’s why I convinced myself that she couldn’t be setting a honey trap.

Eris – no, in this case, it must be Shion or Letifa from the Divine Seven who sent an assassin! This room must be under surveillance. If I show any strange behavior, even slightly, in response to the natural and pure angel’s seductive actions, they intend to arrest me on the spot.

Curse the Divine Seven! Returning the favor of being raised with betrayal. Using Eris as bait shows their seriousness. They have been eyeing my neck, ready to pounce, not wanting to be domesticated!

What to do…? It’s impressive how these geniuses can fluster me, who prides myself on having a poker face. They’ll realize who they’ve antagonized. But they’re already well-known in the royal capital…

So, this is just a farce to keep me on the hook. Damn, I can’t keep my gaze steady. Am I being strung along by the eyes too? How annoying!

“Uh—”

Aaaaaah! My voice, my voice cracked! My back is drenched in sweat. Sweat trickles down my forehead. Wait, Eris-tan⁉️ Where, where are you looking⁉️ At my neck… my neck⁉️

Could it be that Eris-tan, my daughter, knew I was looking at her with desire? Thinking, “This perverted, lecherous, lolicon moocher of a director isn’t worth living?” Telling me to die, to slash my own throat?

“”…””

Between Eris and me, an indescribable tension runs high. My heart is pounding, about to burst out any second. Damn it! Even if Leon dies, the desire for… won’t die!

At this point, I’ll activate the strongest card in my deck! Eventually, I muster up the courage and stare directly into Eris’s eyes. 

I don’t want to die. My eyes are probably teary.

When I decide to abandon my dignity and pride, I firmly grasp Eris’s shoulders and slowly shout out:

“―Please don’t abandon the orphanage after you leave! Please, I beg for your donations!!!’