Case 222: Young moms vs daughters.

Case 222: Young moms vs daughters.

''Ooh...''

''So soft...''

Surrounded by six curious women poking at their cheeks or stroking their heads, the two young girls can't help but be a bit overwhelmed. It has been like this for almost half a day.

Ever since I sent the first family picture of Emy, Elysia, Stella, and me onto the group chat, it has been like this. The other four rushed over so fast I thought they were stalking us while we were making out for a moment.

Afterward, it was raining questions and cuddles to oblivion. I thought for a moment Liana or Tina would be so jealous they would demand a child for themselves, but it seems all negative emotions disappeared the moment they saw these angels.

Sitting squarely on Emy's lap, they look like tender kittens waiting to be petted. They gaze nervously around yet earnestly accept kinship left and right.

Words can't describe how adorable my treasures are.

''M-Mama...''

Eventually, though, Stella seems to have grown bored of this. She calls out to me, who's sitting beside Emy, and tugs my hand, appearing quite pitiful.

Immediately, a surge of protective instinct runs over my body. I remove my fiancés' hands using telekinesis and sternly block them with my arms.

''No touching.''

As soon as I say that, the faces of the four—one elf, one human, one dragon, and one cat girl—turn sour. Maybe it's because they want to pet my daughters again, or if I were to be a bit narcissistic, they're reacting like this because I am rarely showing hostility. Usually, I'm super easygoing with them...

But so what? Elysia and Stella are my daughters!

''My daughters are not dolls to cuddle!''

'''' ... ''''

Ah. Crap. They're super mad now.

''That can't be helped, then.''

''Ah~Ah... I also want a daughter now...''

''I know, right? If only there were someone who could bear our child...''

Shit. It's serious if even Liana and Tina are teaming up like this. I mean, 'our'? Since when did they learn to co-exist like this?

In any case, I need to fix the situation before they make me a cumdumpster for a whole week. Unfortunately, I don't have time for this act right now.

''Well, well... Let's calm down, shall we?'' I clap my palms together before my face, winking and smiling.

Perhaps moved by my genuine plea, in addition to the fact that there are minors present, the four finally give up. After reorganizing the party for a while, we get into the main matter right away.

Of course, Elysia is sitting on my lap while Stella is on Emy's. Let's ignore the cat for now.

''So... What did you gather in the last twenty-four hours?'' I begin.

''Almost nothing.'' Liana sighs. ''No matter what tricks we use, no one talks about the reason why the gates are closed.''T/his chapter is updated by nov(ê(l)biin.co/m

Still, sleep comes in like a truck, and when I realize my surroundings again, the sun has already risen... Or not. There's only one perpetual moon here.

But it's morning, and Elysia is somehow sucking on my boob. So that's why I felt tickled.

Looking around, I see Emy's back in the kitchen, likely cooking up breakfast. So it's my duty to wake these two up.

''Wake up, my daughters...''

Unfortunately, children tend to sleep a lot, so it takes quite a while for both of them to become fully awake. Brushing their teeth, combing their hair, and washing their faces is easy since I have magic, but I honestly don't know what to do with them from that point onward.

Oh, wait, are they supposed to take care of themselves in the first place?

They did say they were both eleven, after all.

''Hm...''

What do I do now...??

Confused, I pace around the room for a while, watching my daughters idling around.

''Do you guys need something, perhaps...?''

Immediately, Elysia raises her hand.

''I want milk.''

''We want your milk! The delicious one!'' Stella follows.

What the fuck is the 'delicious one'?? Are there good breast milk and bad ones?? And why are they still craving breast milk when they're eleven...?!

How the fuck did you raise them, Sylvia?!?

''Breakfast.''

Right then, Emy, my savior, arrives like a god, saving the situation by offering some absolutely delicious-looking pancakes. That distracts the two's attention immediately, allowing me to request support.

''Emy, help me...''

Helpless, I can only rely on my capable wife. Also, I already miss her hug after just a night, so don't mind me...

''What's wrong?'' She asks, stroking my back.

''I don't know how to handle children...''

''Me neither.''

''...''

''...''

We're fucked, aren't we?