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Father and daughter were talking and walking down the street, side by side. Megumi watched him attentively at all times and held back the urge to hold his hand or arm — it would be strange, she was no longer a child, she could no longer do such a thing, she would look like what she was not: his girlfriend or even a hostess. And instead, Toji preferred to look straight ahead while talking and listening. Sometimes his attention was caught by women passing in front of them or beside them, or even by young girls. He scanned their bodies up and down, without any disguise.
This saddened and angered Megumi, filling her with jealousy that she had to conceal. She had the same body as them, wore the same school uniforms as them, but she obviously didn't look at her the way he looked at them. Only in her dreams would that happen — She wanted him to stare at the beauty of her body, to kiss her hand like a princess, to say the cheesiest compliments, to wrap her in his muscular arms for hours lying on the futon, to fuse their lips until they were breathless, to tickle her by touching her where only she had touched herself thinking of him, and to teach her with his help how high her voice could sound.
She knew that such thoughts weren't normal, but to console herself she told herself that you don't choose who you fall in love with and that everything would be fine as long as she didn't tell anyone, much less him. It was something she couldn't avoid, something beyond her control. In general she was happy by his side, even if she was only his daughter.
What she didn't know was that her father, although he didn't feel the same way she did or even touch himself thinking about her, did find her extremely attractive. How could he not? She was a carbon copy of her mother, with a younger body and more provocative clothes.