The Assassin Girl Who Stayed by My Side in Another World… Somehow Followed Me Back to Modern Japan - Chapter 12: Preferences

Chapter 12: Preferences

“This is what you like, Hiroto?”

“…It’s… not wrong, I guess. Yeah.”

Figured if I tried to deny it now, it’d just drag things out even longer, so I gave up and nodded.

Aira held two sets of underwear—one black, one red.

…Man. What am I even doing, talking about this kind of stuff with my daughter?

Still, it’s way better than the see-through one from earlier, so I’ll let it slide.

“This… bra? Do you like the same color for those too?”

“…Yeah.”

To be honest, I wasn’t even sure if Aira really needed a bra yet.

But I just nodded without commenting.

No way I’d ever say something like, “You’re too small for one,” to a girl.

“…Hiroto.”

“Y-Yeah?”

“…Which do you like better?”

Which…?

You mean the underwear?

Didn’t I already answer that? Are we doing this again?

“…No. Not that. I meant boobs.”

“…Huh?”

“…Big ones or small ones—which do you prefer?”

She couldn’t have asked that because I was just thinking about it… right?

Aira doesn’t have some kind of mind-reading skill or anything… right?

“Which one?”

If I were really thinking about Aira’s future, I probably should’ve said “big,” right?

Might even make it more likely she’d finally give up on me.

“Big—wait, wait, wait! W-What are you trying to do?!”

Just as I was about to say “big,” Aira suddenly grabbed my arm and tried to press it against her chest.

I immediately backed away, putting some distance between us.

“…You seemed like you didn’t understand the charm of smaller chests, so I thought I’d show you.”

She said it with a completely straight face—like it was the most normal thing in the world.

…Wait, since when was my daughter this bold?!

I seriously had no idea she even had this kind of aggressive side.

Should I be impressed by the unexpected growth… or horrified?

…Yeah, definitely the second one.

I mean, she’s still my daughter—so yes, she’s cute—but this is way too much.

“…It’s okay. You can touch. You taught me before, remember? And after doing some research myself, I’m pretty sure I’m a B cup. So you should be able to squeeze them, no problem.”

While I was still completely panicking inside, Aira said that—with just the faintest blush on her face, like this was supposed to be sweet or romantic or something.

No, no, no—what are you even saying right now?!

Wait… B cup? Seriously?

…Not that I care. I really don’t. But I could’ve sworn it was an A?

Still—not the point! Doesn’t matter!

Because I’m not touching them! Ever!

“There’s no way I’m touching them.”

“It’s fine. You’ll realize soon enough that smaller is better anyway.”

“…Okay, fine. I mean—not that I’m touching anything—but okay. I lied, alright? I like smaller ones. So please… seriously, give me a break.”

“Really?”

“…Yeah. Really.”

“I’m glad. That makes me happy.”

“…Just so we’re clear—even if I said I like smaller ones, that doesn’t mean I like yours, specifically.”

“It’s okay. I’ll keep trying my best.”

…Let’s just buy the clothes and underwear already and go get dinner.

It’s about time anyway.

“If it’s Hiroto, you can touch them anytime. …It’s a little embarrassing, but more than that, it makes me happy.”

I pretended I didn’t hear that.

Grabbing Aira’s hand, I walked with her over to the register, where she was still holding the underwear.

“Hiroto.”

As we watched the cashier scan each item, Aira suddenly called out to me.

“What is it?”

I glanced her way, already bracing myself for another weird surprise.

“…It’s nothing.”

“Huh? Really?”

“Mm-hmm.”

As I stood there wondering what that was all about, Aira suddenly hugged me from the side.

…Well, it wasn’t the first time since we got back here, so whatever. No big deal.

It’s not like I’m getting used to it or anything—she’s my daughter. There’s nothing to “get used to” in the first place.

But I didn’t have any reason to push her away either.

So, while gently patting her head, I turned my eyes back to the register.

That’s when I noticed the cashier looking at us with this warm, “aww, how sweet” kind of smile.

It was a little embarrassing, sure—but it’s true that Aira and I are close, so I just stayed quiet and pulled out my wallet.

They probably figured we were siblings or something. No way anyone would look at Aira and think girlfriend, given how she looks.

…Or so I thought.

Right as I was about to pay, something caught my eye.

A very certain—and very see-through—piece of underwear I’d made Aira put back earlier.

…Hold up. When did she sneak that in?!

Also—wait, wait, wait.

If that’s actually in our basket…

Then doesn’t that completely change what that cashier’s smile was about?!