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Min-ah.

The child of my ex-wife who treated me like a wallet and cheated on me with another man.

A man and a woman who are not related by blood.

But my daughter is more precious than anyone else.

A baby angel who came down to me in misfortune.

Even though my daughter didn’t have a drop of my blood in her blood, she was very bright.

They especially tailored everything to me.

Something that a divorced wife could never feel.

It felt like I was receiving private service tailored just for me at a high-end hotel.

When my child was in 6th grade of elementary school.

It was one day when I returned home from suture surgery on a child who had fallen in the neighborhood.

My daughter must have seemed tired and started preparing everything I wanted.

“Dad! I cleaned the house today. How was it? Is it clean?”

“Dad! I tried making soybean paste stew today, but I’m not sure if it’ll be okay. I only added tofu in the recipe that my dad used to make every day! I hope it’s delicious!”

“Dad, are you tired? How about a can of beer today?”

“Dad, I will massage your shoulders. Minah, your hand is weak so you will get better soon!”

My daughter is very mature for a 6th grade elementary school student.

When she entered the upper grades of elementary school, she learned each of the household chores that I used to do, and when she was in the 6th grade, most of the household chores were done by my daughter.

When I told her to focus on her studies rather than housework, she responded by telling me not to worry.

That was true.

Minah’s evaluation in elementary school was at the highest level.

“It’s natural because she’s her father’s daughter.”

I couldn’t help but feel bitter inside at my daughter’s answer.

Minah is not my daughter.

I confirmed with 99.999998% that he was not my biological child.

But how can you resemble me like this?

He is kind, hard-working, and charming without missing a thing.

It was like he was looking at me.

They say we look alike when we live together, but when my daughter looks at me, I wonder if she looks like me?

How great would it be if Minah was really my blood daughter?

……

no.

Let’s not do this.

It doesn’t matter if we’re related by blood or not.

What’s important is that Minah is my daughter.

There is nothing more or less than that.

Dad and daughter.

Daughter and Dad.

I don’t want anything more or less.

I want to be a normal family, not an abnormal family.

So I didn’t tell her that Minah wasn’t my blood.

And I won’t talk about it for the rest of my life.

When I divorced my ex-wife, I also included special provisions.

If I tell Mina that I am not her biological father, I will make her pay hundreds of millions of dollars in compensation.

Minah really resembles me a lot, except for her appearance.

Therefore, unless I’m conscious of it, I don’t often remember that Minah is not my biological daughter.

I was sad that he was not the biological father of such an outstanding daughter, and I resented myself for thinking about the fact that he was not the biological father.

I promised myself to forget, but I couldn’t forget.

“I’m sorry, my daughter. I’m really sorry for making you have a hard time.”

Come on.

I hugged my daughter.

Was my daughter this big?

I felt like I was becoming a lady rather than a child.

“Dad, why are you doing this? I told you so. I am my father’s daughter. Since I came into this world thanks to my dad, I also have to work hard for him.”

“Minaya……”

“It’s okay because I don’t have any difficulties at all. dad. Instead, there is something my dad gives me every day.”

Something hot and moist touched my cheek.

“You tell me you love me every day. I just need that one.”

Come on. My daughter’s long arms, which had grown longer before I knew it, wrapped around my neck.

“So don’t say you’re sorry.”

iced coffee.

I can’t believe an angel like this came down to me….

I can’t believe it.

Even when I was dating my ex-wife, I couldn’t feel this kind of consideration.

It turns out…that woman didn’t love me.

My family’s money.

And I loved that I graduated from medical school.

But my daughter is different.

He loves me only.

As much as you gave me love.

No, it gives me more than that.

In some ways, I feel like I’m in a much better relationship now than when I was dating my ex-wife.

……

By the way, when did Minah grow up this much?

When I held my daughter, I knew for sure.

He was very tall.

I didn’t realize it because I wasn’t consciously looking, but I think I’m already 150cm tall.

In addition, secondary sexual characteristics…breasts began to appear.

I felt a small but distinct lump of fat being pressed against my chest.

You probably haven’t had your period yet…

Since I’m a guy, I forgot it.

He said he was raising his daughter alone, but he couldn’t even take care of that… he’s disqualified as a father.

“Ho…maybe it’s Minaya. Have you ever had blood come out when you urinate?”

At that moment, Mina’s face started to turn red.

Could it be…was it an embarrassing story from Minah’s perspective??!

“Mi…I’m sorry, my daughter!! I didn’t know Minah’s feelings because her dad was a man!! I’m so sorry!!”

“I’m sorry, Dad… I’ve been bleeding since last year… I looked it up on the internet… and found out what it was. I have to tell you…but I’m scared…so…”

“Ahh……”

My daughter is crying.

He knew he had made the wrong choice.

I ended up going down a difficult path because I didn’t talk about things that would have made things easier if I told them.

Currently, I have left most of the living expenses to my daughter.

When I saw him write and manage a household account book at a young age, I thought I could trust him and leave it to him.

It was nice that they gave me a brief briefing on how much I received each month and how much I spent.

My daughter was so lovely as she sat on my thighs and looked at me for praise while talking about how much I spent and how much I received.

I was so mature, I forgot.

That my daughter is still a child who needs my touch.

“Perhaps…then there would have been blood…there’s no way I wouldn’t have known…”

“I’m sorry, Dad…I put a lot of cotton from the medicine cabinet into the pee area…”

That was the reason I didn’t know while I was washing my daughter.

Because he didn’t want his father to find out, he removed the sanitary pad and put cotton wool into his genitals.

“Absolutely!! You should never do something like that!!”

At that moment, there was a loud noise.

What my daughter did was never good for her health.

“Dad, please forgive me. I did something stupid.”

My daughter started crying.

He may seem all grown up, but looking at him like this, he was still in the 6th grade of elementary school.

“Dad, my daughter is the most precious thing in the world.”

“Yes, yes…Ugh…Yes…”

“Such a precious daughter shouldn’t be sick, right? You have to fix it, right?”

“Yes…that’s right.”

“What is your dad’s job?”

“Doctor…teacher…”

“This doctor dad can cure everything that hurts Minah.”

“Yes, yes……”

“So, from next time, if you feel unwell and are bleeding, be sure to tell your dad.”

I held out my little finger.

“Promise me, my daughter.”

“Yes, Dad…I won’t do that from now on.”

Minah hooked her already long little finger onto my little finger.

“Dad, I’m tired.”

“Okay, shall we sleep a little early today?”

“Yes, yes.”

I went to bed without holding my daughter.

I had to brush my teeth, but I thought it would be okay for a day or so.

So…most of the problems I had with my daughter were resolved by sleeping with her.

But… something happened when I entered my third year of middle school.

Secondary sexual characteristics began in my daughter when she was in the 6th grade of elementary school, and by the time she was in the 3rd grade of middle school, she began to display the appearance of a full-fledged lady.

I hate to mention that year, but following her mother, her appearance also changed from the cuteness of a dog to the beauty of a cat.

Her breasts and buttocks were sticking out.

But I’m still sleeping with my daughter.

Because my daughter likes to sleep with me.

There’s a problem.

This is because I kept sleeping and waking up with an erect penis.

I’m not bragging, but when my penis gets erect, it gets so big that it sticks out through my panties.

Why are you like this?

okay.

These days, I feel that my physical strength has improved significantly.

This is because I have more free time than before.

Anyway, it’s a good sign for my health, but it’s something I can never show to my daughter.

If they see that, a child who follows me like that… will despise me.

So I talked to my daughter.

Isn’t it time to sleep separately?

He tried to seduce his daughter by buying her the bed she wanted.

“I hate it!! no!! I won’t sleep if my dad doesn’t come with me often!!”

As soon as Minah heard what I said, she fell to the floor and started crying.

“Dad abandoned me!! I said I wouldn’t throw it away, but I threw it away!!”

As a result, I became a bad daughter who even used the words I hated to hear the most.

But I couldn’t shout at my daughter.

This is because I promised myself never to make a loud noise to my daughter.

I had to appease it.

“I’m afraid my dad will make a mistake.”

“What mistake?”

I was speechless.

“That…that’s what…”

“I like my dad.”

“Huh?”

“Dad, you like me too, right?”

“That…yeah.”

“Then you love each other.”

“That’s right.”

A feeling of being caught up in something.

“Then you have to love all of the other person’s shortcomings, right?”

“…Uh…Yeah.”

Come on.

My daughter is being held again.

“I can look after my dad no matter what mistakes he makes. Because it’s dad. Because it’s the father I love the most.”

……

How could you disobey the words of such a lovely daughter?

“…I understand. Then, let’s make sure Dad doesn’t make mistakes.”

“So you’re going to sleep together all the time?”

“Well…then.”

“Wow!! Thank you dad!!”

My daughter buries her face in my chest.

Instantly my shirt started to get damp.

My daughter started crying.

“Daughter… What’s wrong? What went wrong? What did I do wrong again? I’m sorry…”

“No…sniff…it’s not my fault, Dad.”

“Well…then?”

My daughter holds back her tears and cries.

“I’m sorry…Dad…I’m sorry…I was so worried that you would abandon me…”

iced coffee.

My lovely daughter.

I can’t believe you worry about me this much.

I hugged my daughter tightly.

“Dad loves you.”

“G…really?”

“I won’t throw it away.”

“……”

“So let’s not talk about throwing away my daughter.”

“…But you can throw it away.”

“I will never abandon my daughter.”

“…Can you promise?”

“I promise. With my finger on the line.”

So we crossed our fingers again.

“I will never forget this promise.”

“Dad will do the same, so don’t worry too much.”

“Yes…thank you.”

“Shall we go to sleep now?”

“Yes…take me with you.”

Flashing.

She was taller than most adult women, but she was as light as a feather.