All of a sudden, have you ever heard of the word 'bubba'?
　To put it simply, the term refers to a girl whose mother's inclusiveness and protectiveness is especially prominent, and when she feels strongly that she wants to be a mother, to be raised, and to be pampered.

　Don't get me wrong, this is not the same as being a pedophile.
　It's not about wanting to go out with a girl who is younger than you.

　It's like a red comet, where the guy you fell in love with happens to be a girl, and you feel a buzz as a way to start liking him.　
　If you feel the bubba more strongly, the bubba is high, and if it gets worse, the bubba regresses to a regressive state of infantile desperation and wants to be pampered.

　It's been a long time, but what I want to say is..........








"──Okay, drink a lot of milk~
Noaboo.

　I'm just trying to argue that it's safe for a grown man to lie on the floor and have a little girl suck on an empty soy sauce jug instead of a baby bottle, even if it's just for playtime.

　Where do you see the matter from?
　It's certainly too unflattering a sight, but think about it.

　It's hard to believe that Amana is a six-year-old with a talent for healing others.
　It's impossible not to feel bubba to her.
　And moreover, this is the kind of play and casting that Amana-chan wanted.

　I'm just going along with it, shamelessly...you know, I have nothing to be reluctant to be dependent on.

　So this is not a matter.
　Yes, QED proof is complete.

　And so on, and so on, and so on, and so on, and so on, and so on, and so on, and so on, and so on.
　I'm glad you took on the baby role, but aren't you creating a ridiculous amount of black history, selfishly!

　It's hard to concentrate from such regret and fear.
　d*mn it, entertaining Amana-chan in this situation is just a dream.

　It's a good idea to use a soy sauce saucer on the table, as if the milk time is over.
　I turned my attention to her, wondering if she'd had enough of it, and watched her movements as she assumed a seiza position.
　Then, with a smile on her face, she taps her own thigh with both hands....

"Yamato-kun, Tsukihi is a good time to sleep~
What...?

　When I heard those words, I was shocked as well as guessed.

　I'm sure you'll be pleased to know that Amana is using her lap as a pillow and telling me to sleep with her.

　From the point of view of a company employee, what a magical - or perhaps too tempting - offer.
　Can you sleep with those two little knees as pillows?

　What's that, it's super bubbly and you're absolutely guaranteed a good night's sleep.

　I'm not a fan of that, but I'm not a fan of being called by a girl 20 years younger than me.
　The fact that you don't feel uncomfortable about it at all shows how maternal you are....

　But the temptation is a very dangerous one.
　To be honest, the urge to jump on the bandwagon is building up right now, but if I follow that urge, I'll end up in the pig pen.

　If that happens, I'll be betraying the trust of Amari, who has deemed me worthy of entrusting her with my daughter.
　It's a shame, but I have no choice but to give it up with a steel will.

"Amana-chan. I'm sorry, but that's not really...
Oh, that's so important.
Does it matter?

　Just as I was about to say no, I was interrupted by Amana, who seemed to remember something.
　When I wondered what in the world she remembered, she stretched out her short, childlike arms to the fullest and smiled a benevolent mother's smile as if she was accepting everything from the other person.




"──Come on, come on, come on~ Let's sleep soundly in your mother's lap~　　　
''──(*)MAMA!!!!''

　My resistance was easily broken up.
　You can't do it, but it's ridiculous to resist in front of such a set meal.
　You can't help but laugh.

　It's a good idea to be able to have a good time with them.

　Instantly, I can't hide my astonishment as I feel an indescribably soft sensation from the back of my head.

　What is this........isn't your knee-pillow too soft?
　To be honest, it's far more comfortable to sleep on than any pillow I've ever used.
　Even though she's a young girl, she's a girl...she has a good flesh that's steadily growing even though she's still developing.

　It's not an exaggeration to say that this unique softness exists because she is a young girl.

It's not a strange feeling, isn't it, Yamato-kun?　Are you OK?
Aye.
I'm glad to hear that.

　Whether she knows it or not, Amana is not malicious at all, but rather smiling softly as a mother would at the age of only six.

　If you are going to have any inferiority complexes, you will have no choice but to commit suicide, I realized.

　What is it........does Amana's knee pillow have the effect of washing away the bad things that nestle in your heart and cleanse it?
　I can see that my mind, which has been worn out by the rough and tumble of society and hard work on a daily basis, is recovering in no time at all.

　No, it's a misnomer to compare it to just recovering.
　If I were to give an exact example, I'd say it's like patting a baby's head with a gentle hand and applying the wounding medicine to the injured part of the body...something like that.
　I'm actually still being patted on the head by Amana-chan right now.

　It's not the usual labor-intensive stroking, but a warm, compassionate one.

　It's working extremely well, and the knee-pillow makes me feel sleepy without a joke.　
　I can't bear to sleep like this and bore Amana, and I want to let the bubbles take over, but every second is overwhelmed by the desire to endure.

Yes, that's it!　I'll sing a lullaby, too.
Huh!

　Then Amana-chan, who didn't know about our struggles, started to sing a lullaby.
　Her lovely voice, despite the poor pitch, was so pleasant....

　It's a blow that's more than enough to toxify the guts I've been enduring.
　And so I fall asleep with the little girl's knee as my pillow.