Using her growing breasts, Hermione took this opportunity to indulge in her father complex fetish.
By putting my face in the cleavage of her breasts, it was the first step for her to move to the next stage.
Hermione's request to use herself as a tool felt a little strange to me.
Unbeknownst to me, my adopted daughter had grown into someone who understood her role as a tool and a controlled pawn.
"Hermione, I think you're misunderstanding something," I said, while enjoying the softness of her cleavage.
"Am I misunderstanding something?"
Tilting her head and pulling my chin up, Hermione seemed to want to understand the source of her misunderstanding.
"I don't use anyone as a tool to achieve my goals," I said while looking into Hermione's eyes and still feeling the softness of Hermione's large breasts.
"Eh? Doesn't Papa always order a Maid to do something troublesome?"
"Yes, that's true."
"Isn't that the same as using them as tools?"
