The Rival is Actually Her Own Daughter!
24: Chapter 24 Honey’s Temptation!
The Rival is Actually Her Own Daughter!
The air around them solidified for half a second due to Aiko’s “Fairy Daddy.” Immediately after, the crowd erupted into an even more enthusiastic buzz.
“Fairy Daddy?
What kind of new term is that?
Do kids these days call their moms that?” “Who cares if it’s daddy or mommy, she’s so beautiful, I’d call her ancestor!” “But what if I want to call her mommy!” “Hahaha, GO Senior, well played!” “I get it!
It’s role-playing!
Is Big Sister playing some kind of Development game?
Can I join in!” Nari felt his CPU had completely burned out.
He just wanted to tape Aiko’s mouth shut, carry his two daughters, and escape Earth at a hundred-meter sprint.
However, Aiko had completely let herself go.
She pointed at a shop not far away with a Snow King avatar hanging outside and excitedly shouted, “Daddy!
I want to drink that!
I want to drink an ice cream sundae!” Nari followed the direction of her finger: Ice Cream and Tea Shop.
Excellent, the busiest pedestrian street in the city, the most popular drink shop among students—it was practically a tailor-made public execution ground for him.
“Let’s go to another one…” “No way!
No way!” Aiko started to throw a tantrum on the spot, clinging to his thigh and refusing to let go, “I just want to drink that!
You love me, I love you too, Ice Cream and Tea Shop is sweet!” She even sang the catchy lyrics.
Nari’s heart was collapsing.
Aiko stared with bright, sparkling eyes, snorted, and put her hands on her hips haughtily, “Daddy, you wouldn’t want your secret…” Nari: “…” You little traitor.
Meanwhile, Masako, unusually calm, made a decision: “Let’s go to that one.
There are many people in line, it’s a good place to hide.” Nari really wanted to ask her, you call this hiding?
This is actively rushing into the final circle!
Ultimately, under the combined soft and hard tactics of his two daughters, Nari was still “escorted” into the Ice Cream and Tea Shop.
Upon entering, the noisy music and chatter, which had been loud due to the crowd, seemed to have their power cut, instantly disappearing.
All the customers who were ordering, waiting for their food, or drinking milk tea, uniformly turned their heads, and dozens of gazes focused on Nari like searchlights.
A guy who was inserting a straw for his girlfriend’s drink trembled, and the straw directly poked into his girlfriend’s nostril, yet he didn’t notice, his eyes involuntarily drifting towards that striking figure.
The young man shaking milk tea behind the counter stopped, his face full of shock, almost dropping the shaker cup in his hand.
“Holy crap…
Natasha?
Alive?
And so big, truly the big healer of honkai: star rail.” “This figure…
this uniform…
these big breasts, Mom, I think I saw an angel.” “What’s going on?
A beautiful cosplaying mom with a child?
She’s too much!
I declare, I’m heartbroken, and I’m in love again!” The discussions started again, this time in a more confined space, making them exceptionally clear.
Nari bit the bullet and walked to the ordering counter, feeling as if he wasn’t stepping on tiles, but on a mountain of daggers and a sea of fire.
Aiko, however, was oblivious.
She stood on tiptoes, clinging to the counter, and shouted with all her might: “Auntie!
I want a strawberry sundae!
A chocolate sundae!
And a large lemonade!” The young woman taking orders looked at Nari, her cheeks flushed, and she didn’t react for a long time.
Just at this awkward moment, several boys who looked like local university students pushed each other, hesitantly approaching.
The leader, a guy with dyed yellow hair, wore what he thought was a handsome smile.
He didn’t dare speak directly to Nari, but instead squatted down and gave Aiko a wolf-like grin.
“Little friend, your mommy is so pretty.
Is she a celebrity?” Aiko blinked her big eyes and corrected him, “She’s not mommy, she’s my daddy!” The boys paused, then burst into laughter, clearly taking it as a child’s joke.
“Hahaha, little friend, you’re so funny.
So, is your ‘daddy’… single now?” This question, like a precision-guided bomb, exploded in Nari’s heart.
Every cell in his body was screaming: Quickly!
Aiko!
Live up to your daddy-trapping nature!
Tell them your dad is married!
Has eight children!
Lives on the moon!
Aiko indeed did not disappoint his “expectations.” She puffed out her little chest, a look of pride and confidence on her face, and answered in a clear, loud voice: “Yes!
My daddy is single now!” In that instant, Nari felt his sanity snap.
Daddy-trapping Ai was back online.
The boys, having received an affirmative answer, were instantly filled with courage, as if they had been injected with adrenaline.
They stood up, straightened their clothes, and walked directly towards Nari.
It’s over.
Nari stood still, his mind blank.
Run?
Where to run?
Behind him was a wall, in front were his watchful “love rivals.” Explain?
How to explain?
Say, “Actually, I’m a man”?
They would only think this “beauty” was good at joking.
He felt like a fish on a chopping board, waiting for fate’s judgment.
Just as those boys were less than two meters away from him, a cool figure silently moved in front of him.
It was Masako.
She didn’t speak, nor did she make any superfluous movements; she simply stood like an ice wall, calmly, without a hint of emotion, blocking Nari from the boys.
Her body was slightly turned, seemingly inadvertently, yet she completely shielded Nari behind her.
It was an absolute, inviolable stance.
The boys, who had prepared their pick-up lines, abruptly stopped in their tracks.
They looked at the girl in front of them, wearing a school uniform and an expressionless face, feeling a chill run from the soles of their feet to the top of their heads.
This girl clearly looked several years younger than them, but the aura of ‘do not approach’ around her was a hundred times stronger than their university’s strictest dean.
The scene fell into an eerie silence.
In the air, invisible sparks seemed to crackle.
On one side were hormone-fueled university students, on the other was a battle-ready school belle protecting her “daddy.” Nari, caught in the middle, felt like he wasn’t there to buy milk tea, but to witness a gang fight.
The yellow-haired boy at the front didn’t believe it.
He cleared his throat and tried to go around Masako, speaking to Nari: “Um…
beautiful lady, I…” Before he could finish his sentence, Masako moved.
She reached out, not to push, but very naturally, she took Nari’s wrist and gently pulled him towards her.
Then, she looked up, her clear yet cold eyes fixed on the other party.
“She doesn’t drink drinks bought by others.” This sentence, flat and emotionless, carried an undeniable declaration.
It wasn’t “doesn’t want to drink,” nor “cannot drink,” but simply “doesn’t drink.” The subject used was “she,” fully conforming to everyone’s misunderstanding, yet with a stance of absolute possession, it extinguished everyone’s hopes.
The boys were completely silenced.
They looked at each other, seeing identical looks of confusion and retreat on each other’s faces.
This was not a gentle older sister with a cute younger sister; this was clearly an ice queen guarding her exclusive possession!
Nari was pulled by Masako, feeling the girl’s slightly cool body temperature on his wrist.
He was completely stunned.
This script isn’t right!
Shouldn’t a daughter protecting her daddy rush up and shout, “Don’t bully my daddy”?
Why did Masako’s reaction seem…
more like the legitimate wife chasing away the little vixen surrounding the emperor?
An absurd thought uncontrollably emerged in Nari’s mind.
His love rival…
couldn’t be his own daughter, could it?