Ch.18Chapter 18. Bath (2)

“Kuheoeo…?!”

Damn it.

Did I fall asleep without realizing?

Where’s Cuss?

“Phew… Mmm…”

“Huh.”

She was sleeping soundly using my chest as a backrest.

How long have we been in here?

The water’s still warm, so it probably hasn’t been that long.

“Hey. Wake up.”

“Mmm…?”

She opened her drowsy eyes when I patted her cheek.

This little shit.

She’s so cute when she keeps her mouth shut.

If only what’s inside her wasn’t a monster, I would have raised her properly like my own daughter.

“We need to get out now.”

“Okay. Got i—?”

As soon as I removed my hand from Cuss’s stomach, she slid down.

With her face submerged underwater, Cuss—

“Blub blub?”

“Argghhh! You little shit!”

While fumbling around trying to grab something, she seized my balls.

How painful could it be with those tiny hands?

Painful enough to make me want to die for a moment.

Forgive my lack of vocabulary to provide a more colorful description.

“You little shit.”

“Hpuuuh…!”

I grabbed her by the hair and yanked her out of the water.

Only then were my two dragon balls freed from her grasp.

“Try grabbing my balls again and I’ll kill you.”

“Is that a human weakness? That area?”

“More specifically, it’s a male human weakness. Women don’t have balls.”

“Ah… That’s true.”

Cuss moved her hand toward her lower region and nodded in understanding.

“Of course, the ‘don’t touch’ rule only applies to mine.”

“What does that mean?”

“I told you, it’s a man’s weakness. If you ever get into a fight with a man and can’t escape, grab his balls and twist them hard.”

“Ah! I understand!”

Well done.

I’m the competitive type who can’t stand seeing my kid lose to anyone.

Even if the opponent is a boy, she should win.

When a man exploits a weakness, it’s cheap and cowardly, but when a woman does it, it’s clever strategy.

“You. Be especially careful at school. You might let your guard down when spending a lot of time with others.”

“It’s fine. I didn’t get caught even spending all day with Juliane.”

Cuss turned her head slightly to look at me with a seductive smile, then tapped my cheek with her tentacle.

I felt slightly annoyed but just grabbed the tentacle and pushed it aside.

I don’t even have the energy to get angry anymore.

“What did you talk about with Juliane?”

“She asked many questions. Especially about you, Jinsoo.”

I figured as much.

“You didn’t say anything weird, right?”

“I only told the truth.”

Hmm. Then there shouldn’t be any problems.

I haven’t done anything except provide kind guidance and appropriate discipline.

She must have told her what a wonderful father I am.

“That you’re a goddamn bastard.”

“You little bitch.”

“Aaaah… It hurts…”

Damn brat.

Still, judging by the lack of reaction from Juliane or the Justice Department, they probably didn’t take her words at face value.

To a teenage daughter, every father is a goddamn bastard, right?

As long as she doesn’t reveal that I fondle her chest whenever I’m bored, it’s fine.

“You didn’t tell her about me touching your chest, did you?”

“…”

“Hey. Answer me.”

“At first I said no… But she said my lie was obvious on my face… So I told her you touch them very occasionally… to check my growth… Is, is that okay?”

“Hmm. That was good.”

Checking the breast size of a growing daughter is normal, after all.

She answered more tactfully than I expected.

Well done, kid.

I roughly ruffled Cuss’s wet hair.

“Ugh, why do you keep touching my head?”

“It’s how humans express bonding.”

“Is that so?”

“Yes, it is.”

“Then I’ll do it too.”

“…?”

Cuss turned around with a grin to face me, then knelt on my thighs.

She raised her small hands toward my head.

“Nnngh…!”

“Sigh.”

Seeing she couldn’t reach, I sighed and lowered my head a bit.

Cuss finally placed her palm on my head with a satisfied expression.

“Hehehe…”

This isn’t so much petting as… yeah.

More like smoothing over the crown of my head.

But considering all I’ve done is roughly ruffle her hair, it makes sense she’d learn to do it this way.

Though it was a mess of a head pat, it didn’t feel bad.

It felt like she was becoming more human.

“Hmm?”

Suddenly Cuss made a strange expression and straightened her back.

What the… shit.

“Oh.”

My hardened member had risen and was touching Cuss’s crotch.

Being underwater had dulled my senses, so I only noticed it late.

“…”

“…”

Cuss and I stared at each other in awkward silence.

My blood-filled son seemed to be screaming at me to just do it.

Damn it. She looks so fucking cute.

“Hmm?”

The moment I grabbed Cuss’s waist, I snapped back to reality.

She’s not just thin—she’s practically skinless.

Looking down a bit, I could see her ribs clearly showing through.

No. No matter how starved she is, this isn’t right.

“Let’s get out now.”

“Why did this happen?”

“…”

After putting Cuss down and standing up, she asked with a curious expression.

Not with that devilish look from before.

Well, she’s ignorant about human sexuality.

I’ve heard that proper sex education should start from childhood.

They say on YouTube that parents should thoroughly educate their children rather than treating it as something taboo.

“Listen carefully. This is called a dick.”

“Dick?”

“Euphemistically, people call it johnson, thing, or that place. Anyway, this is the male human reproductive organ, and if anyone pulls theirs out, kick them in the balls to fend them off.”

“Why should I do that?”

“Because the moment you get pregnant, I’ll personally punch your uterus to abort it, then lock you in the basement and raise you there.”

“…”

The day this little shit gets pregnant will be the apocalypse.

She’s more likely to spawn a bunch of alien parasites than a normal human baby.

Maybe I should just put a chastity belt on her.

“Do you understand?”

“I understand…”

“Do you, like, feel sexual desire?”

“Sexual desire?”

“Like, does your body heat up or tingle when you touch your genitals? Something like that.”

“Hmm…”

Cuss tilted her head and moved her hand downward.

This might take a while, so I’ll wait a bit.

“No, I don’t think I have anything like that. I don’t feel any compulsion to reproduce either.”

“That’s a relief.”

Cuss removed her hand from her pseudo-masturbation and replied.

Looks like I won’t need to use a chastity belt after all.

But how did these creatures survive with such a lack of reproductive drive?

Surely she’s not a hermaphrodite who can fertilize her own eggs?

That would be horrifying.

I grabbed Cuss by the armpits and we got out of the bathtub together.

“Let’s wash up and get out.”

“Ugh! I hate that!”

“This is a soft towel.”

I caught the panicking Cuss and scrubbed her entire body with a towel soaked in body wash.

I didn’t forget to wash her hair with shampoo.

Soon her entire body was covered in white foam.

“Don’t open your eyes.”

“Why?”

“Never mind. You can open them. It’ll just hurt like hell.”

“…”

Her hair was so long that it took a while just to lather it with shampoo.

Maybe I should just cut it all off.

“Remember this well. You’ll have to do this yourself from now on.”

“Body wash goes on the body… Shampoo on the hair?”

“That’s right.”

“I think I get it.”

I rinsed her off with the shower.

With her hair drooping forward, she looked like a ghost girl crawling out of a well.

Ah, kids these days probably don’t know that movie.

“Ughhhh…”

“Stay still.”

Anyway, after thoroughly rinsing off the foam, I brought a towel and dried her body.

Look at this. After scrubbing off the dirt, her skin became much softer.

Westerners don’t know about this.

They’re missing out on half of life.

Cuss, you should consider meeting me as a stroke of divine luck.

“It’s hot…”

“Don’t exaggerate. It’s not that hot.”

I put her in pajamas and dried her hair with a blow dryer.

It was so long that just drying it took dozens of minutes.

I kept feeling the urge to cut it all off.

But since she’ll have to wash and dry this hair herself from now on, I’ll let her do as she pleases.

Whether she wants to cut it or grow it, I don’t particularly care.

However, if she tries to get some awful hairstyle like a queue, I’ll beat her up to stop her.

“Done.”

“Ugh! Can I get up now…”

“No. We need to brush your hair.”

“Urk.”

When she tried to stand up right away, I sat her back down between my legs.

Her hair is a complete mess.

“You need to learn how to do all this yourself.”

“Why? Can’t Jinsoo just keep doing it?”

“No.”

“Then why can’t you just keep doing it?”

“Because I’m lazy. From now on, you’ll wash, dry, and brush your own hair.”

“…”

Wow. Her hair is really beautiful.

With just a little brushing, her fine hair flowed down her back like silk.

Visually, she looks like a princess from a fairy tale getting ready for bed.

If only it weren’t for those tentacles.

Ring ring ring…

Looking for the ringtone, I searched the pockets of the pants I’d been wearing.

The caller is… my manager.

“Yes, sir. What’s the matter?”

“Did you go to the police station?”

“Ah, yes. Don’t worry. I won’t be going to prison.”

“Phew. I believed in you. I knew you’d changed your ways.”

“Haha. Thank you.”

“Actually, your daughter’s school admission has been approved. Just come in this week to complete some simple procedures, and she can start next week when the semester begins.”

“Oh, is that so? Please convey my thanks to your friend.”

So it’s been officially approved.

That’s a relief.

Now I won’t have to worry about this brat causing trouble at home while I’m working.

“Alright. I’ll tell him.”

“Yes. Thank you so much, sir. Then…”

“Hey, hey, hey. You need to hear the school name first.”

“Yes. Of course.”

“Saint Catalina School. It’s a traditional, good school behind the station.”

“W-wait a moment.”

Saint Catalina School.

The name already sounds ominous.

I quickly searched for Saint Catalina on the internet.

“Wow… Holy shit.”

This is a private school, isn’t it?

Is this even a school?

There’s a magnificent castle?

This doesn’t look like a school ordinary citizens would attend.

“This won’t work, sir.”

“Ah, if it’s about tuition, don’t worry. My friend said he’d specially waive it. Of course, she won’t be entering as a special student. On paper, it’ll show that you’re paying the full tuition, so you don’t need to worry about her being discriminated against…”

“That’s not the issue. My kid’s level doesn’t match this place.”

“No, it’s fine. As you requested, she can start from 1st grade. They have grades 1 through 12.”

“That’s not what I mean…”

“Hahaha! I understand your concerns! Just send her first and think about it later. Opportunities like this are rare. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

The call ended abruptly.

But the real problem is…

There’s no way this vulgar brat would fit into such an aristocratic school.

“Hey.”

“Yes?”

“This is an emergency. We’re starting special training until your admission.”

At the very least, she needs to learn some basic etiquette.

She’s the type who would grab and tear into a steak with her bare hands.

I can’t let her get expelled for lack of manners from a school that’s covering her tuition for 12 years.

The only option is to cram as much etiquette and refinement into her as possible in the next week.