I Was Kicked Out of the Hero Party and the Elves I Raised Are Obsessed With Me chapter 2

2 . I heard the warrior party was ruined?

“Dad is busy now, so let’s do it later? Got it?”

I spoke in a friendly tone to calm them as much as possible, but what came back was a fierce screaming voice that was the exact opposite of mine.

“No!”

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Four people with different meanings screamed at the same time.

How loud it is…. I quickly covered my ears and immediately came up with the next best solution.

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From experience, I knew very well that it would be impossible to soothe him in an ordinary way once he started crying or crying.

“Well then, let’s all go together! First, I’ll go to the mountains to hunt deer, take a bath together, and then read a book to you. Are you okay then?”

The children stared into each other’s faces, smiled bewitchingly unimaginable for a 4-year-old, and nodded at the same time in reply.

“Yes!”

Looking at the children who answered at the same time this time, I pointed to their room and said.

“Then prepare and come out.”

As soon as I finished my words, the children scrambled to their rooms.

I was able to catch my breath only after I sent my children away.

When I brought the children for the first time, I was sure that they were just like babies.

4 Years later, I am still 22 years old, still a flowery age. It goes without saying, but there was no way an 18-year-old boy had ever done parenting. Not to mention, being an only child and having no younger siblings, I became the blood of acquaintances from my hometown whom I have known since I was young, and I was able to receive various items to help with childrearing with advice and help that would help me grow older, and I was able to raise them decently.

There was nothing to wish for because the children were living in good health with no minor illnesses.

It wasn’t until a week after I brought the kids that I realized something strange.

When parents look at their children, isn’t there a saying that they grow up day by day?

It is a word that contains the feelings of parents watching their children grow up in the blink of an eye, but the words came to me with a completely different meaning.

Newborns wrapped in a cloth and crying, who would not be enough even if they only had formula milk, started walking around and babbling on their own from a certain moment.

I felt something strange, but since I was an elf and not a human, I didn’t care.

At least I should have asked for help from adults who knew about elves at the time.

Another week passed, and the children called me daddy in an unfamiliar pronunciation.

Only then did I feel strange, and belatedly found a book about elves, but it was already too late.

After 1 year, she was similar in size to most children in kindergarten, and after 2 years, her breasts were bulging, and overall she had the shape of a teenage woman. After three years, she was already showing off her mature beauty with the body of a perfect adult woman.

Now, four years later, I didn’t have to say anything. Seeing her acting aegyo to me with the body of an adult woman, I wanted to cut off the thread of reason that was barely maintained.

But since she is my daughter, she was barely enduring her wrong desires just because she was my daughter.

Moreover, learning was also very fast.

There was a time when I stuck out my tongue to see them split into two groups just because they ate a cookie they had been saving and discussing for 5 hours, raising rumors of s*xual goodness and evil.

About things they haven’t experienced yet, they’re like immature children, but if they’ve experienced something or read something in a book, it’s completely become their knowledge.

Grandmothers and grandfathers in their hometowns, who have watched them since they were babies, only praised my daughters over and over again saying that they had grown up well, and never gave them any other advice.

Perhaps since then, the number of people coming to my house has decreased.

Well, no matter what opinion you give to a child with the appearance of an adult, there’s no way I’ll listen to it.

We met the present in such a lulled state.

But raising them was a great fortune that will not come twice in my life. I experienced many pleasant things while living with my children.

Traveling for a few days to a peaceful village where the flames of war have not spread, fishing by the waterside near the village, picnicking in the back mountain in spring or autumn when flowers are in full bloom, and riding down the mountain on a sleigh in winter. Etc. I lived a life that I would never have done in my usual life, and laughed like never before.

Thanks to them, I was able to barely forget the day of betrayal that haunted me.

As I was recalling memories with my children with a hearty smile, I heard the door open.

She sneaked up to me, covered my eyes, and asked in a playful voice, ‘Who?’

I could tell just by hearing his voice. There is no way that I, who claims to be their parent, would not know?

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First, Olivia.

A wood elf who likes to play outside and has a fairly outgoing personality. A child with long black hair tied in a ponytail and golden eyes shining like gold.

With the features that matched her cool personality and the tallest height among her sisters, she was a daughter she would not be ashamed of.

I smiled and gently grabbed her hand that was covering my eyes and lowered it, then I looked back and said, ‘Who is it?’, But then I opened her eyes wide in amazement.

Laughing briskly, Olivia said, grabbing the chest of her leather dress.

“Dad, I want to go out quickly, but my clothes are too small.”

Olivia was clad in tight clothes, leaving half of her breasts exposed.

It may have been an innocent act with no s*xual intentions, but the act itself was already a big crisis for me with huge breasts that seemed to be buried if I touched it with my fingers.

I cleared my throat and, desperately pretending to be calm, opened my mouth.

“I’ll buy you a new one when I go to the market later, so take something out of your dad’s closet and wear it.”

Even if you are tall, if you wear my clothes as a woman or a man, it will fit to some extent.

Olivia was overjoyed and held my hand tightly.

“Really? Can I wear Daddy’s clothes!?”

Excited, Olivia waved my hand a few times and headed for my room on the second floor.

After she left, she took a moment to catch her breath.

A father who lusts after his daughter is not normal. No, it was incorrigible garbage that could not be saved even if it was hung in the plaza and stoned to death by people.

However, I also needed an opportunity to make an excuse.

4 Years, the time I’ve known them was 4 years. A short amount of time that some would say is at best.

It was also difficult to feel that they were full-fledged daughters who had grown into full-fledged wives in such a short period of time. They were my daughters and women at the same time.

It is often said that cognitive dissonance comes.

My feelings were exactly that.

In 4 years, an ordinary human would still be crawling on the floor and going through many accidents. But what are you asking me to do when I grow up to be such a perfect woman?

No, but it’s not this either.

My children must have believed in me, but to think that a man named Dad is suffering from lust.

Let’s take care of our hearts. Just as I was thinking that, a languid voice tickled my ears.

“Dad, here is the newspaper.”

Another daughter dressed up and came out into the living room.

“Ah, thank you.”

The fourth Elia, her transparent white blond hair, lake-blue eyes and her hair neatly braided to one side gave off a neat and calm air.

Since she was young, her body was weak compared to her other sisters, so she liked reading books rather than playing outside her. I also enjoyed newspapers and reading inside rather than her outside activities, so I got along well with Elia.

It’s a bit of a stretch to say her twice, but she also possessed her ferocious body.

After handing over the newspaper, Elia, who had been standing still, smiled her eyes and sat down on my lap.

Her broad pelvis can be felt under her thighs, and her elf’s sweet, fragrant body odor tickles her nose.

Can’t take her eyes off her ass in front of her. Moderately fleshy, ‘female’ buttocks that you want to touch with your hands.

I tried my best to shake off the thoughts that were floating in my head.

‘This is my child, this is my daughter. She’s only four years old, and she’s an innocent child who needs to be protected.’

Shaking her head, biting her tongue, or pinching her thighs somehow brought her to her senses, I unfolded her newspaper in front of Elia’s chest and asked in a friendly voice.

“If it’s okay with my daughter, shall we read together?”

“Yes!”

Elia replied with a vigorous nod of her head.

She accordingly walked the path of her perseverance, not paying attention to her bouncing breasts.

It was a newspaper that I read by paying a subscription fee of 1000 gold every month, but there was no special content written on it. It was trivial content, about the progress of the war against monsters, and about the professor at the academy who developed new magic.

While I was just skimming through it with my eyes quickly, a passage caught my eye.

What happened in the 4-year hiatus that can never be taken lightly.

‘Leon, the promising warrior. There was a challenge for 4 years, but in the end, the demon lord subjugation failed. What is the future of Leon and his friends who disappeared?’