Case 227: Once more, inside a dream.

Case 227: Once more, inside a dream.

''Phew...''

Look at the ceiling, look at the window, look at my wife's pretty face, and then close my eyes.

Um. I'm still in reality.

''...Can you repeat it, Elysia?''

Drops of sweat run down my back as I cautiously ask my daughter, who has her face flushed like she is about to hide anytime. It could be my elf ears malfunctioning after being sucked and bit numerous times. Who knows?

Taking a deep breath, Elysia opens her mouth again.

''...I said I wanted something to masturbate to.''

''...''

Fuck.

It seems I might have a problem here.

''Do I usually give you these kinds of materials?'' I ask further.

''Yes.''

Why?? I mean, do parents always give their children erotic books for them to masturbate? I don't think so.

As I am about to overclock my brain to resolve this earth-shaking mystery, Emy suddenly taps my shoulder.

''What's wrong?''

''Give her something.'' She says. ''This is normal.''

''...How so?''

Then, Emy begins to lecture me about the matter. Apparently, this practice is quite normal for futanaris in particular. Because these girls develop sexually much earlier and much more intense than normal children, their parents would, in turn, educate them about sex sooner than usual and teach them the methods to calm their lust, which is masturbation as well.

Now that I've heard it... It does make sense, actually. Elysia is the older twin of the two, so she is naturally the one holding the PP gene. I guess me of the future did her job well.

Fine, fine.

Leaving out a small sigh, I gently stroke my daughter's adorable head.

''What would you like to see?'' I ask. ''Do you want a book? A tape? Do you prefer 3D or 2D?''

''I-I want 2D... Not a film...''

So doujins? Got it. They're indeed more plentiful and diverse than normal hentai, yes.

''What genre?''

''...Futanari.''

Uh-huh. Easy to insert herself in. Good.

''And?''

''It would be nice... If there were multiple females included...''

Oh? Do I see my daughter creating a harem in the future? Hell yeah!

''Right?''

''You're amazing, sister!''

''Heheh...''

Quietly watching my two daughters building an ice castle on the breezy plain, I take a bite of the orange macaron and lean on Emy's body. Today, we're having a picnic.

After devouring the godly sandwiches that Emy made, Elysia and Stella still have the energy to play, so there they are. I'm old now, so I prefer relaxing like this.

Feeling Emy's gentle hand consoling my body, I quickly surrender to her touch and cling entirely to her arm.

''...Hey.''

''Mhm?''

The afternoon breeze softly runs through my hair and clothes, providing an infinitely soothing feeling as I gaze into the distant blue sky.

''Do you think it's selfish?'' I ask. ''Am I being selfish for wanting to remain here?''

After a brief pause, Emy nods.

''Maybe.'' She says. ''But you can be selfish.''

''Why?''

''Because I allow you to.''

''Pfft- Hahah... What's with the sudden narcissistic remark?''

Instead of an answer, this time, Emy directly presses her lips onto mine.

''I love you.'' She whispers.

''Mhm.''

''Hm...''

Okay, let's try it.

Throwing a grape into my mouth, I am immediately stunned, receiving a burst of sweet flavor spreading on my tongue. This is the first time I harvest the grapes outside, and they're amazingly fresh.

Holy hell.

Let's share with the others as well~!

Upon reaching the living room, a rather cute scene greets me.

''Oh, my.''

On the sofa, my daughters are peacefully sleeping, each taking a side of my wife's lap as their pillow. In the center, said wife is also fast-asleep, hands on her daughters' backs as if to reassure them.

Giggling, I quickly throw a quilt onto them and sit across the table. After watching them for a while, I start to become a bit drowsy, yet there is no spot beside my dear Emy, unfortunately.

So, while munching on the delicious grapes, I pull out my Desert Eagle and begin to clean it, wiping every nook and cranny of the gun...

''...''

For a brief moment, my thoughts differ. Darting between the gun and my family, I narrow my eyes.

Should I...