"Izumi's old man~!"
A penguin floated through the sky, completely invisible.
"Hmm, that guy looks suspicious…"
A man had just stepped out of the airport terminal. His shirt was hand-embroidered in bold kanji that read: "Niger Desert Greening Project Collective." The stitching was crude but proud.
He sported a thick beard and strikingly chiseled features that made him look far more exotic than the average Japanese man. Though he was approaching old age, an intense, almost otherworldly aura clung to him, making it impossible to pin down exactly how old he was.
"Taxi? What a waste of money! I'll walk!"
The man began striding forward with relaxed confidence, but—
"Dai-kiku-san! Dai-kiku-san!"
Several men in sharp business suits came jogging after him, calling out.
"Oh? You came all the way to pick me up?"
"We're truly glad you're back, sir. There are many things we need to discuss. Let's talk in the car."
"A car, huh? Well, I won't say no! Saves these old legs!"
Daikiku Takashi laughed heartily and followed them.
Once inside the sleek black vehicle, the conversation started immediately.
"You'll be staying in Japan for a full month this time?"
"My wife can't leave the site, you see. I'd like to return as quickly as possible, but there's simply too much that needs handling here."
The men nodded in understanding.
"The award ceremony and interviews are already scheduled. The main issue, however, is your son."
Daikiku Takashi had told them he was returning because his son had apparently gone missing. He planned to search for him while catching up on overdue work.
"There have been no confirmed sightings, but we believe he's still alive. Just recently, it seems he submitted a marriage registration."
"Marriage registration? With whom? Mio-chan?"
"Ah, you already knew? Yes, it appears he married that young woman…"
"Hah! So the brat finally knocked someone up. Well, well… that's definitely my kid. The timing, the boldness—exactly like me!"
Takashi roared with laughter, completely unbothered.
"Then there's no need to search far. Just go see Mio-chan. What was her address again?"
"We're looking it up now. Shall we head there directly?"
"Please do. Heh… so Mio-chan is Izumi's wife now…"
Takashi smiled warmly, eyes crinkling with genuine delight.
===
**Mio's POV**
"He's coming~!"
The penguin suddenly materialized right in front of her.
"Don't fall off, idiot! This thing is fragile!"
Who else could it be? Of course it was Takashi-san.
Ever since that phone call, Mio had been frantically scrubbing her face, but the ridiculous graffiti-like paint refused to come off.
"Use this~"
The penguin produced a mysterious, glowing liquid from nowhere.
The moment she applied it—
"It… it came off!"
That stupid Izumi really put her through hell.
She had already removed every piercing. Thankfully the nose hole wasn't too noticeable.
"Man, your dad is seriously something else…"
"He really is. Stay hidden, okay? If he sees you, he'll drag you back home for sure."
"Roger that~"
The penguin vanished into thin air once more.
Then—
*Ding-dong.*
The intercom buzzed.
Mio's heart hammered as she answered, but the voice that came through made her freeze.
"Salut! Mio, tu te souviens de moi ? (Hey! Mio, do you remember me~?)"
"Speak Japanese, damn it."
She blurted it out before she could stop herself.
She unlocked the auto-lock and invited him inside anyway.
"What on earth is that fake-looking kanji on your shirt?"
Right in the center of Takashi's shirt was embroidered: "尼日爾砂漠緑化計画集団" — a mangled attempt at "Niger Desert Greening Project Collective" that was wrong in both simplified and traditional Chinese.
"As long as the message gets across, it's fine! There are tons of Chinese people in Niger, you know. When I wear this, everyone understands exactly what I do!"
He laughed boisterously, completely shameless.
The man was hopelessly casual about everything.
"So… you really married Izumi?"
His gaze dropped meaningfully to her swollen belly.
"…Yes. We submitted the marriage papers."
"I figured Izumi wasn't exactly in a normal state right now—quitting his job, cutting off all contact. But he still reached out to you and got you pregnant. That's good enough for me."
"Yes…"
The man in front of her smiled gently.
Mio showed him the printed photo she had prepared earlier.
"It's not exactly proof, but…"
It was a commemorative picture of the two of them. Her noticeably pregnant belly and Izumi's aged appearance were the clearest evidence.
But Takashi's reaction was—
"WHOAAA! Izumi got so old! He's still only twenty-four, right?! He looks exactly like I did when I was thirty!"
Mio's face twitched.
Izumi had said six years had passed on the other side, so thirty made perfect sense. Yet visually he still looked youthful. Only a parent could pinpoint his age so accurately.
"I never doubted you anyway. Mio-chan would never get knocked up by some random guy and then try to pin it on Izumi."
Takashi smiled warmly.
"Besides, I can tell he's still alive. Father's intuition, you know."
"He said he's doing well, so please don't worry."
"Then that's all that matters. As long as he's alive."
Without another word, Takashi opened the large bag he had brought.
"I got these for you and Izumi."
He left shortly after.
A little while later, Ami arrived.
"Eh?! Wait, the graffiti on your face is gone?! And what the heck is that creepy clay-doll-looking thing?!"
"A souvenir from Niger, apparently."
"Niger…?"
Ami clearly had no idea where that was.
"Anyway, I'm exhausted. I'm going to bed early tonight."
"Aww! I went out and bought all this stuff! And I even shopped again today!"
"I'll eat it tomorrow. Good night."
Mio collapsed onto the bed, utterly drained.
On the television, Takashi's face appeared.
"What's with that perverted-looking guy?"
He was wearing what seemed to be traditional Nigerien attire. The clothing itself was actually quite stylish. The weird part was the bronze mask covering his face.
"That's my husband's father."
"WHAT?! That guy's dad is on TV?!"
Mio had met him before, so she knew.
The news anchor continued:
"During the award ceremony, Mr. Daikiku delivered a very unique speech advocating for Japan's international contributions."
"His Japanese is so strange…"
Just by watching his mouth, Mio could tell exactly what he was saying.
"Everyone should have LOTS of sex! Make more babies! We need to increase the number of talented people who can contribute overseas!!!"
===
"Dad's the kind of guy who gets both worshipped and criticized like crazy."
Izumi was telling Merry-chan all about his father while they lounged together.
"Heh~"
Merry-chan had never met him.
Izumi himself had been rather neglected by his parents, so when Merry-chan asked for stories, the conversation naturally drifted here.
"He's undeniably a philanthropist. Race or nationality doesn't matter to him—he dives straight into the most desperate places and saves people. But man… he's also insanely popular with women."
Even back when he was in Myanmar, he was drowning in female attention.
Dad usually switched countries every five years or so, mostly because his irresistible charm kept causing problems.
"Sounds exactly like someone I know."
Merry-chan gave him a pointed, exasperated look.
"Mom was head-over-heels for him too…"
Izumi had never dared ask about affairs. He suspected there weren't any.
Dad took genuine pride in his NPO charity work.
Still, that same magnetic personality led to awkward moments.
"Whenever he meets a Japanese person, he'll suddenly ask, 'Hey, have you been having raw sex lately? You gotta make more kids!' That kind of thing gets him misunderstood fast."
Even Mio had been visibly creeped out.
Telling a guy working in developing regions plagued by human trafficking to "make more babies" was… not the best look.
"In my country, we have this serious declining birthrate problem. He sees it as a slow national death and gets really worked up about it."
Mom had become infertile after a stillbirth. The regret probably fueled his obsession.
Even so—
"He really is an amazing person, huh~"
"…Yeah, he's definitely a weirdo."
Still, his work had saved countless lives in Myanmar. People respected him for that.
At his core, though—
"He just does whatever he wants, however he wants."
Talking about his father left something warm lingering in Izumi's chest. Before he knew it, he had wrapped his arms around Merry-chan and buried his face against her.
"Fufu♡ Good boy, good boy♡♡♡"
Merry-chan's face overflowed with maternal love as she gently stroked his head.
"Merry-chaaan…"
"Yeees♡♡♡"
She pressed a soft kiss to his cheek.
Then she pushed her breasts—now significantly larger from pregnancy—right into his face.
"Here's Mommy's milkies♡♡♡"
Being spoiled by a girl who looked no older than thirteen filled him with pure bliss.
It was heavenly.
"I wanna taste…"
He licked at her soft flesh.
"Hyaaan♡♡♡ Big baby♡♡♡ No, you can't do that♡♡♡"
This was what they called "babumi" play, right?
The feeling of being utterly pampered and cared for was incredibly fulfilling.
"Merry-chan… can I fall asleep while sucking on your tits?"
"Mm… okay♡♡♡ Can't be helped, can it?♡♡♡"
He lay down, still licking and sucking on her now quite large breasts.
As he took her nipple into his mouth and began nursing with wet, noisy sounds—
"Nnnnnh♡♡♡"
Warm love juices began pouring from between Merry-chan's legs.
"Merry-chan…"
He murmured against her skin while pressing the head of his cock against her dripping entrance.
"Nooo♡♡♡ Don't do that while you're still Mommy's baby♡♡♡ Don't push that huge cock against meeee♡♡♡"
But she was clearly excited.
*Schlub!*
"Oooooohhhhh♡♡♡♡♡ It went in♡♡♡ Even though I'm supposed to be your Mommy♡♡♡ I'm so happy getting fucked by this massive dick♡♡♡"
She was already carrying their second child.
He only pushed the tip inside, then began grinding the shaft firmly against her swollen clit.
"Aaaaaahhhhh♡♡♡♡♡ My clitty feels so gooood♡♡♡♡♡ It's driving me crazyyyyy♡♡♡♡♡"
Every time he rubbed his thick cock against her sensitive nub, her hips bucked wildly.
"Merry-chan… I'm gonna cum all over your clit."
"Yes♡♡♡ Spray it on meeee♡♡♡♡♡"
*SPURT—!*
"Aaaaaahhhhh♡♡♡♡♡"
Thick, hot ropes of semen blasted directly onto her twitching clit and soaked her pussy lips.
Sex with Merry-chan wasn't just about raw pleasure.
"Ehehe♡♡♡ It feels so good, doesn't it♡♡♡"
Just seeing her bright, happy smile filled Izumi's heart with a deeper, warmer happiness than any orgasm ever could.
Merry-chan's eyes were glassy with lust, yet her expression remained impossibly gentle and motherly. Even as thick cum painted her pussy white, she kept stroking Izumi's hair like a caring parent soothing her overgrown baby.
"Look at you… such a greedy little boy♡ Getting Mommy all messy with your big, dirty cock…"
She reached down, scooped some of his cum onto her fingers, and brought it to her own lips, licking it slowly while staring into his eyes.
"Mmm… Baby's milk is so thick and salty today♡ Does Mommy's naughty pussy taste good?"
Izumi groaned and slapped her face lightly—once, twice—watching her cheek flush pink.
"Shut up and take it, Mommy. Your son's cock is way bigger than any baby should have, right? Say it."
Merry-chan's breath hitched. The light sting on her cheek only made her pussy clench harder around nothing.
"Y-yes♡ Your cock is huge… way too big for Mommy's tight little hole♡ But I love it… I love my big baby's fat dick ruining me♡"
He slapped her again, harder this time, the sound echoing sharply in the room.
"Louder. Tell me how much you love getting fucked while pretending to be my mommy."
"Aaah—!♡ I love it! I love being your slutty mommy while you pound me senseless♡ Even though I'm carrying your baby, my pussy is still drooling for my own son's cock♡ Slap me more—please♡"
Izumi obliged, delivering a firm open-handed smack across her other cheek, then grabbing her jaw roughly and forcing her to look at him.
"Good girl. Now spread those legs wider. Show me how wet Mommy's cunt gets when her baby treats her like a whore."
Merry-chan whimpered happily and obeyed, pulling her knees up and spreading herself obscenely. Her pregnant belly rested heavily between them, a lewd reminder of their repeated breeding.
He pushed back inside—deeper this time—bottoming out in one rough thrust.
"Fuuuuck—!♡♡ So deep! You're hitting Mommy's womb again♡♡ Even though there's already a baby in there, you're trying to knock me up again, aren't you?!♡"
"Yeah, that's right. I'm gonna fill my mommy's slutty womb until it overflows. You're nothing but a breeding hole for your own son now."
He started pounding her in earnest, the wet *plap-plap-plap* of flesh against flesh filling the room. Each thrust made her swollen tits bounce heavily. He leaned down and sucked hard on one nipple, biting just enough to make her cry out.
"Nngh—!♡♡ Bite harder, baby! Suck on Mommy's milk while you rape her pussy♡♡"
Izumi growled and slapped her tits, watching them jiggle and turn red.
"These fat udders are mine. Say it."
"They're yours—!♡ All yours! Mommy's big milky tits belong to her big-cocked baby boy♡ Use them however you want—slap them, suck them, cover them in cum♡"
He alternated between slapping her face and her breasts in rhythm with his thrusts—*smack, smack, smack*—each impact making her moan louder and her pussy gush around him.
"You're such a dirty mommy, aren't you? Getting off on your own son's dick while pretending to take care of me. Pathetic."
"Yes—! I'm a dirty, perverted mommy♡ I can't help it! Every time you call me Mommy my pussy squeezes so tight♡ I'm cumming—! I'm cumming from my baby boy's cock♡♡♡"
Her walls fluttered wildly as she hit her peak, squirting messily around his thrusting shaft.
Izumi didn't slow down. He grabbed her throat lightly, squeezing just enough to make her eyes roll back with pleasure.
"Cum again. Cum while I breed you like the whore-mommy you are."
He slammed into her with brutal force, the head of his cock battering her cervix. Merry-chan's voice cracked into broken, high-pitched cries.
"Harder—! Slap Mommy's face while you cum inside—! Please, baby, mark your mommy's womb—!"
*SMACK!*
Her cheek flushed bright red from the final, stinging slap.
With a deep, guttural groan, Izumi buried himself to the hilt and erupted.
"Take it all, Mommy—! Every last drop of your son's thick seed—!"
Pulse after pulse of hot cum flooded her already-pregnant womb. The sheer volume made her belly swell slightly, excess semen leaking out around his cock in creamy white rivulets.
Merry-chan trembled violently through another orgasm, tears of overwhelming pleasure streaming down her slapped-red cheeks.
"Th-thank you…♡ Thank you for filling Mommy up♡ Such a good, strong baby boy♡♡♡"
Even after he pulled out, she kept her legs spread, proudly showing off her cum-stuffed pussy and gently rubbing her belly.
"Ehehe… look how full you made me♡ Now come here… let Mommy clean that big cock with her mouth while you rest on my chest♡ Good boy… such a good boy♡♡♡"
Izumi collapsed against her soft, cum-covered breasts, sucking lazily on a nipple as Merry-chan's gentle, motherly voice cooed praise and filthy promises in equal measure.
The happiness that bloomed in his chest was deeper than any simple lust.