Regarding the Matter of My Two Daughters Becoming Gal Bitches After Years Apart

Gara returned to his hometown after a long absence.

It was far too dilapidated to be the birthplace of a hero—there were not even walls. A genuine backwater village in ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠every sense of the word.

The scent. The feel of the earth underfoot. The familiar faces. It really does feel like I've come home.

Orbie and Tripoli were each ruled by a single family, but this place was the real deal—a true countryside governed by a village chief. There were no national highways, and plenty of officials in the capital had never even heard of the land. As a result, whenever people needed something or wanted to buy and sell goods, they headed for the nearest city. Gara's family was no exception; he found himself recalling the old days when they had all gone into town together as he made his way home. Just then, an old man beyond a low stone wall spotted him and called out in greeting.

"Elder."

"Hmm…? You are…"

"It's Gara."

"Oh… oh my… Is it really you, Gara…? Heavens… Your face has completely changed… Tsk tsk… I was half-afraid I'd die without ever seeing you again. I heard you'd found work in the Royal Capital… Well? Did you make any money?"

"Yes."

"Hooo, still a man of few words. Why on earth did you take so long coming back?"

"There was some business. You look as spry as ever, Elder."

"Heh heh heh… Same as always… Feels like only yesterday you were running around with a hammer right out front, and now look how big you've grown…"

The old man ruffled Gara's short black hair—crowned by splendid armor—and laughed. He had known Gara since the boy was small, so he chattered on about the old days while Gara listened quietly and gave short acknowledgments. Then Gara's eyes turned to the house next door, where his own family lived. The thought that only a few more steps would reunite him with them made even his stoic legs grow restless.

"How is the family…?"

"While you were gone, you mean?"

"Yes. Especially my wife's recent news."

"Rumie is the same as ever… A gentle girl. Too gentle, really. Ever since she hurt her head years ago she sometimes gets that vacant look, but it never interferes with daily life. She even comes over now and then to look after this old man—what could I possibly scold her for…"

Tsk tsk tsk.

"Anything else?"

"She spends a lot of time alone at home, so I hear she looks after the other elders as well. That child is still so dutiful… Oh—come to think of it~! You wanted to become a knight because of Rumie, didn't you? Because you couldn't protect her back then… Tsk tsk… You've always been a pure-hearted boy…"

"……That was a long time ago."

"Aren't you going to ask about your daughters?"

"………Hm."

The fact that the old man had brought up the daughters unprompted filled Gara with unease. From a lifetime of experience he knew that when someone volunteered information no one had asked for, the news was rarely good.

"What happened to my daughters?"

"Your two girls were receiving their education at a school in the nearby city, weren't they?"

"That's right. I wanted them to work with their minds rather than their bodies the way I do, so I arranged for them to study in the city. Fortunately I had the means, and I intended to support them until they graduated and found their footing… Did something happen?"

"It must have been right after you left… Rumors started that they were hanging around with the bad crowd in town……"

"…………………What?"

The old man scratched his forehead awkwardly. Unlike when he spoke of Rumie, he looked thoroughly uncomfortable. Even Gara—who had earned endless praise for never flinching no matter how hard he was struck—felt his dark pupils tremble. Somewhere deep down he had firmly believed that daughters of his and Rumie's blood could never go astray.

"Elder? Please tell me everything."

"Mmm… This will be hard for a father to hear… I gather it was you who suggested they live in the city dormitory—am I right…?"

"Yes. It's a nearby city, but without an express carriage the trip still takes time."

"That turned out to be a bad influence. Every time they came home their appearance grew flashier."

"I think it's perfectly natural for girls to learn how to dress themselves up as they grow older."

"We thought the same at first. 'They're girls after all—they're starting to care about looks,' we said, watching with fond smiles. But year after year their clothes and ornaments grew more extreme. Their way of speaking changed completely from when they were little… Last year when they came home I could hear them screaming and cursing at their own mother all the way from next door……"

"……That can't be."

"I might have been mistaken. Rumie was smiling cheerfully the next day, after all. But you know her nature—she'll smile no matter what happens, so that doesn't tell us much…"

What happened while I was gone?

The letters had been ordinary. The ones from his daughters as well.

………Only the letters?

Perhaps things had never been fine at all.

"Talking like this, I realize this isn't the time for chatting with me. I'm fine—go home. My remaining days are few anyway… I'm always shut up in the house, so if anything comes up, just drop by."

"Understood."

"You weren't such a blunt child in the old days…"

"I've grown older myself."

"Tsk tsk."

When the old man disappeared back into his house beyond the wall, Gara hurriedly set his legs in motion toward the house next door. In a village this remote, even a hero's home was thoroughly shabby: a weathered wooden building, a low stone wall, an empty doghouse, an outdoor hearth for cooking, and a bare dirt yard.

I need to hear the story. If there's a real problem, it would be better to take my wife and move to the city. Everything I've done has been so we could live comfortably in our old age. With the silver rewards I've received I can keep my wife and two daughters happy for life. Even if I'm only a knight in name, a knight is still a knight and a hero is still a hero. Once I establish a household in the city and gather retainers, by the time of the next generation I can leave the girls a substantial fortune.

Even if the children had gone astray, educating them was his specialty. He would overcome a little waywardness somehow—so he told himself, nerves taut, as he pounded twice on the front gate. The old iron door typical of the countryside was soft enough that Gara's strong knocks nearly shattered it, and the noise was tremendous.

"Yeees~! Coming right out~!"

Thank goodness.

His wife's voice beyond the door was as bright as ever, and he felt a great wave of relief.

Creak.

The door opened. He stood rigidly upright, body tense—then he heard a sharp intake of breath from the other side, followed by two arms flung wide.

"Darling!!!"

"Rumie!"

It was the reunion Gara had longed for. After six or seven years, his wife still possessed the same pure, unfaded beauty.

"Darling~! Welcome home~! Ah, aah, you've gotten so old… Darling…!"

Her dark-blue hair was gathered into a single braid that fell forward over her apron—the gentle air of a devoted housewife. Her grape-colored eyes, soft and downcast, held a beauty mark beneath one corner. Gara was tall, but his wife was petite overall. Her chest was full, though nowhere near Reina's; her height was small enough that one could call her a dwarf without exaggeration.

Gara's wife was a demi-human.

The pointed ears and the way her cheek barely reached his thigh proved she was a half-dwarf, mixed blood of dwarf and human.

My wife Rumie is still small and adorable.

My husband Gara is still big and magnificent.

Neither of them had the slightest idea they were thinking opposite thoughts at the same moment. They held each other for a long while before heading into the main room. Unlike the outside, the interior had been kept spotless by Rumie—not a speck of dust. Because she was still living in the old house, there was no place to store armor; Gara simply set his gear by the doorway and changed into lighter clothes. Rumie, still in her apron, pattered over on tiny feet, took the pieces, and carefully arranged them so they would not tip over. Being small, she was weak; she grunted and strained, yet never once showed a hint of complaint.

Then came the talk of everyday life.

Reports of recent news.

Gara's apology for neglecting his family for six or seven years……

And, because the members of the Hero's party were not to be publicly known, some people might even have assumed he had left home and divorced her—so he apologized for that as well.

"It's all right. Thanks to you I've managed without hardship. It was lonely, yes… but a man who devoted himself to the outside world has no reason to bow his head so low."

"Rumie…"

"But truly… this much……"

Rumie pressed close. Being a dwarf demi-human, when she nestled between Gara's crossed legs her head sank fully against his chest and belly, looking for all the world like a hugging pillow—or a rather large onahole. Because almost no ready-made clothes fit her, she altered most of them herself, so her garments tended to be thin; for Gara, who had held himself back for so long, the situation was dangerous.

"Ah… Darling?"

"I've been holding it in all this time…"

He had removed his armor and was lightly dressed; the height difference was extreme. When the massive cock even Reina had acknowledged grew hard, Rumie—still hugging him tightly from the front—felt the rigid pressure against her belly and started in surprise. But she was not a woman who disliked her husband's demands. She pressed her own belly firmly against his shaft and flushed scarlet.

"Do you… want to…? If you ask, I will…"

"It's still broad daylight—I'll endure. I want nothing more than to share the warmth of reunion as husband and wife, but there's a more important matter first."

"Ah…"

She understood at once whose matter it was. Rumie slipped free, turned her back, and sat using Gara's belly and crossed legs as a chair. Then she twirled the tip of her dark-blue braid around one finger and grew awkward.

"I'm sorry… I… couldn't scold the children properly……"

"Rumie. I have no intention of blaming you. The greatest fault lies with me for being absent from the home. That's exactly why I need you to explain what happened."

"……Darling."

The dwarf Rumie rolled her soft grape-colored eyes, wondering how to put it into words. Gara had said what he said, yet anyone could see that Rumie—who had been home the longest—bore heavy responsibility. Shame made her shoulders tremble at the thought that she had failed to teach her daughters and let them turn out like this; the trembling did not stop until Gara wrapped his arms around her from behind.

"You heard the rumors, didn't you? Where from?"

"Next door."

"I caused Grandfather a great deal of trouble. He must have heard every fight with the girls."

So that part was true.

He never dreamed such a thing could happen; his eyes grew sad as Rumie continued.

"After they went to the city the children changed little by little… Somehow they started hanging around with the bad crowd over there. Their clothes grew more extreme, they started inhaling things they shouldn't, their ornaments became excessive… There were even times they got angry about the money you sent every month……"

"…What did they say?"

"'Our father is a hero—why can't we tell anyone? Why don't we live in a nice house like other people? We have money—why are we pinching every coin?' They started demanding more and more allowance… When it looked like they were falling into drink and drugs and I tried to cut the amount, they flew into a rage and we fought……"

"What did you do?"

"I reduced their allowance first… Fighting with the two of them broke my heart, but I hoped it might restrain them even a little. It was no use. One day I went into the city to buy tableware and stopped by the school to hear the gossip. Even after I cut their money they seemed to be earning it through unsavory means… I… I don't know what to do anymore……!!"

"Rumie… I'm sorry… I'm so sorry……"

"It's not your fault…"

Time felt cruelly swift. In the midst of full-scale development, entire mountains could vanish in a single year. Six or seven years of neglect was more than enough for rivers and mountains to change—and for daughters to change completely as well.

"School? Are they still attending classes?"

"Thankfully they seem to be… Even that is only bare attendance, because they know if they stop coming they'll have to return home……"

"………………"

A disaster worse than he had imagined. As their mother, Rumie was powerless. Even if she cut off their money they simply earned their own and did as they pleased; living so far apart, she had no choice but to leave them alone.

"We have plenty of time now. Tomorrow or whenever you like, I'll go meet the children myself. My work is finished, so I was already planning to find a residence in the city—I can scout the area at the same time. Once we settle there, dormitory life will no longer be necessary and I can re-educate them."

"There's no need to rush to the city tomorrow."

"Why?"

"Today is the day they come home. I never expected you would arrive as well… but normally they should be here any moment……"

No sooner had she spoken than a loud clatter rang out. The iron gate opened and someone entered. At this hour it could only be the two daughters. Still holding Rumie, Gara quietly watched the doorway of the main room. The girls stepped into the yard, kicked off their shoes, climbed onto the wooden floor, and immediately planted a foot against the door of the main room with a heavy thud.

"Yoroshacha~! We're baaack~! Uheh, this country stink is fucking awful~!"

"Hey, Mama~! Time to stop being mad and raise our allowance~! We were wrong last time, okaay~?!"

"Coming all the way out here just for allowance is a huge pain in the a──Ooh?!"

"…Ah."

"Tsk…"

The two daughters who had kicked the door open and the married couple locked eyes. The girls had expected their usual rough behavior to cow their mother; instead a strange man was present, and they looked startled. Gara, for his part, felt such rage at the sight of his own daughters that he wanted to squeeze his eyes shut.

What… what kind of appearance is this… They look just like Reina…!!

The daughters who had inherited their mother's blood thickly and remained small. Once they had been doll-like and adorable, dressed only in pretty clothes—now they were utterly different. Even Reina never went around dressed this vulgarly in everyday life; the shock was all the greater.

Skin tanned brown, hair dyed gold and tied in side-tails, heavy makeup, leopard-print bikinis… Nails and toenails painted, golden piercings in their ears as flashy as any whore's. Worst of all was the filthy cunt-like tattoo drawn right over their wombs—enough to empty Gara's mind completely.

In genre terms, the two of them were a pure mash-up of mesugaki and gal bitch. Because of the dwarf blood they still looked underage even though they were adults the same age as the Hero; the sense of taboo was outrageous.

"I'm so sorry…"

"…………"

Rumie apologized again to the dazed Gara. He had been ready to explode with anger, yet the state of his daughters was so extreme that no words came out. These were not strangers—these were his own daughters, the same age as the Hero. He had believed that because the Hero was so sharp and proper his own girls would be the same; the betrayal cut deep.

"Kya, kyahaha!"

"For real~?! Kyahahahaha~!!!"

The two of them pointed at their own father and laughed.

"Ohoh~? Lami! Look at this~! Mama really is a woman after all?! While Papa was gone she dragged some random old guy into the bedroom~! And he looks like he's dripping with lust! How lonely must she have been~!! Kyahahaha!!"

"Remi, at times like this you pretend not to notice! We can use it as blackmail later~!"

"She always tells us to act pure and proper, yet she's the ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠one who turned into a cheating whore—too funny~!"

"Maybe that's it! Well then, we'll head out so you two can fuck as you please~! Don't forget to prepare hush money for later~!"

"Use protection, 'kay~?! This tiny house is already cramped—if you add another kid it'll get even worse~!"

"That's going too far~! Mama's still in her prime—she must be dying for some raw fucking~! Kyahahaha~!"

"Ah, you've got a point~! Kyaha~! After all, she's always masturbating alone, so her frustration must be off the charts~!"

"───!?"

Just as expected, the gal-bitch transformation of Lami and Remi had progressed so deeply that they no longer recognized their own father's face. They even used words like "fucking" right in front of their mother without the slightest restraint. The moment they turned their backs, the heart tattoos on their asses nearly made Gara's eyes roll back in his head.

The hometown he returned to after years was unchanged…

The wife he reunited with after years was still lovely…

Yet the two daughters he met after years had, by any measure, become mesugaki gal bitches who lived by spreading their legs for men.

"…………………………………"

For a moment Gara's thoughts simply stopped.

Whether this was reality or a dream, he remained frozen, unable to do anything.

"──────!!!!"

""Kyahahaha~☆""

In that interval his wife's shout and the daughters' mocking laughter overlapped. Curses, anger, ridicule—utterly un-family-like words flew back and forth, yet Gara did not move; only the girls' laughter echoed in his ears.

Kyahahaha~!

Kyahahaha~!

Side-tailed girls pressing pretty manicured fingers to their lips and laughing vulgarly. Their dye job was sloppy, so dark-blue strands the same color as their mother's still showed here and there among the blonde. They were the same age as the Hero, yet the dwarf blood made their bodies extraordinarily small; combined with the leopard-print bikinis, the sight invited thoroughly immoral thoughts.

"You two! I—I can't believe the things that come out of your mouths! Mama told you over and over not to speak like that!!! Where did you learn such filthy language!!"

"Eeeh~? For real~? Super funny~! Lami has no idea what's so vulgar about it~?"

"I don't want to hear that from a woman who left Papa behind and is about to raw-fuck some guy~!"

"…N-no-con… sex?!"

"Uwah, the old guy's dick is huge~! What the hell is that~! Did he plant a stake in there?! Aha~☆ If he shoves something like that in, Mama's gonna die~?"

"Remi, Remi, should we snitch on this to Papa in a letter~?!"

"Kya~☆ Papa might cry~! No matter what, that guy keeps sending money from far away~! He really loves Mama, so if he hears this he might kill himself~?"

"Or maybe he's already dead~?! Ah, then we should start the letter with 'To Father in Heaven'! Kyahahaha~! What should we write~?!"

"Let's say some random old guy came into the house and used Mama's tiny body like a personal cock-sleeve~! While eating, while dining, while going to the toilet, while sleeping—he keeps stuffing her like his private panties~! Mama's feet never touch the ground~! There's a guy who treats Mama like a dick-house~! Tell him that~! Tell him~!"

"Kyahahahaha~☆ What the hell is that~! Too much~! That makes it sound like Mama's being raped~!"

"But it's true~! If we'd been just a little later Mama would already be doing it~! Kyahahaha~☆"

"Y-you two, the person here right now is…!! Uuuuugh~!"

At Remi and Lami's rough words Rumie tried to rise from her seat. She wanted to do something—anything—about daughters who failed to recognize their long-absent father's face and spoke so cruelly; she even looked ready to raise her palm. But a large hand stopped her at once.

"…Eh?!"

"Enough. Don't lay a hand on the children. I don't want to see that."

"Uuu…… Darling…… but……!!"

The one whose insides should have been rotting with rage—Gara—forced his wife's arm down like a man whose spirit had been broken. His face was rigidly set while his heart churned. Then something seemed to occur to him; he slowly pulled his wife close and simply stayed still. Remi and Lami blew loud whistles and sneered arrogantly.

"Ooo, did you hear that, Remi~?"

"I heard, I heard~! Mama said 'darling'~! Kyahaha~!"

"Uwah, after saying that to her daughters she calls the old guy 'darling'~! Papa's really gonna cry~!"

"Kyahahahaha~!"

The misunderstanding only deepened. Rumie's body trembled as she glared at the girls, but Gara waved her down and restrained her. Whatever he was thinking, still in his thin clothes he crawled across the ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠floor to the armor he had set nearby, pulled out a large handful of coins, and held them out.

"…Ooh?"

"What's this~?"

"Hush money. It isn't much, but it's more than enough for a day of fun. Spend every last bit—go play and come back this evening or tomorrow morning."

"What what~! Uwaha~! So many gold coins~!"

"Hey, there are jewels too! They look super expensive!"

"Really?! What is this old guy~! He's loaded! The armor's all shiny too! Mama really snagged a high-roller~!!"

"Is he a remarriage partner?! Huh huh?!"

"Th-that's…?!"

He covered his wife's mouth again.

"……It might turn out that way."

""Ohooooooh~!!""

Gara sealed his lips at the sight of two daughters rejoicing even though their father was clearly alive. Wife Rumie had no idea what her husband was thinking. The bitter air of a man hiding something while trying to send the girls away made it hard even to ask questions. Meanwhile the two daughters, far from stopping their mother from rolling around with a stranger, took the money at once and chirped, "Then we'll hop an express carriage to the city, have a blast, and come back tomorrow morning~," before vanishing. Gara's heart sank at whatever they thought of their own mother's chastity.

"……Darling. Are you all right?"

"Honestly I'm not all right at all. This is fine. Six years… no, seven years of neglect—perhaps this is only natural…… This must be the punishment I deserve."

"Darling……"

"Even while the two girls were falling apart like that, you worked hard in your letters to soothe me. Just imagining how rotten your heart must have felt makes mine ache."

"But… you left on a long journey to defeat the Demon King…… for the sake of the world…… so I also…"

"That is no excuse. Whatever my achievements, to the world I am a failed father. From the looks of it, Remi and Lami never once expected me to return. Even after the rumor spread that the Demon King was dead I stayed in the Royal Capital for a full year—perhaps that's why…"

"……Yes."

"What do they actually think?"

"That Father is already dead… Just as you said—after the Demon King's death was announced and a whole year passed without your return……"

"And that I was part of the Hero's party?"

"They believe that part. Before you left they were already old enough to understand. They know they have some kind of amazing father. But after this past year even that admiration has clearly faded… Every letter that came back, they said, was just a lie I made up… that I was only pretending in place of a dead father… They said such terribly painful things……"

"I see…"

"Your appearance has changed a great deal too. Before you left your hair was longer and you had more lean muscle—now you're completely an uncle. Fufufu…"

"Do you dislike it?"

"I like how manly you look. But… with a face like this the girls will never recognize you."

She stroked his cheek as if to say how much he had changed. Once his skin had been cleaner; as the party's tank he had collected many scars. His complexion, once better, was now darkly tanned. Rumie seemed to have a great deal bottled up inside, yet one look at her husband's face made her swallow every complaint. She decided that he, too, must have suffered greatly far from home, grieved briefly, then nestled into his arms and let out a breath of relief.

"I'm sorry. Last year when the girls said those things I wavered for a moment. You always said there were good people in your party… so I wondered if perhaps you had already returned and they were sending letters in your place to hide it from me…… I even soaked my pillow with tears over such ridiculous delusions."

"I'm sorry for hurting you."

"Now that you're back I'll forgive everything. But what did you mean earlier? Your father has returned safe and sound—why hide it? Please tell them proudly. 'I am your father and the man who helped defeat the Demon King.' Then those two might at least tense up a little……"

"…Their tone made it clear they don't like me. Even if I revealed myself they would either ignore it or simply curse me. To those children I am nothing more than some unknown thing that sends money from afar—or a dead man who no longer exists. I have never lived so shamelessly that I could laugh heartily in front of them and declare, 'Daddy's home.'"

"Darling… that doesn't mean you have to become a stranger. Please think differently."

"It's not that. Don't misunderstand, Rumie. I am still those children's father."

"Then what did you mean by those words?"

"I thought we needed a little time to grow closer. If I announced right in front of them that I am their real father they wouldn't look happy… So for now I'll act like a complete stranger, use money to buy their goodwill, and try to close the distance little by little."

"Aaa~! Th-then… when you said remarriage partner…"

"Tell the children that as well. The moment they learned I was a rich remarriage candidate their curiosity sparked—I'll use that to get closer. Revealing my identity can wait… slowly is fine. Once we're friendly and I tell them I'm their father, the awkwardness will be only temporary. I learned on this journey that goodwill and affection once built do not vanish easily—I'll put that lesson to good use."

"……You've only just returned and already more hardship is being forced on you."

"It isn't hardship. A father serving his household and family is only natural. I've finally found my true work."

"Darling……"

He pulled her close again.

The feminine scent drifting from her small body teased Gara's lust, yet…

"I'm sorry, Rumie."

"Why are you apologizing again?"

"If it were only my heart I'd embrace you this instant, but my spirit is exhausted. Tomorrow… or the day after is fine… let's make time for just the two of us. For today I simply want to hold you like this and share affection."

"With the girls looking like that, I think I understand how you feel."

When Rumie consented, Gara lay down on the floor first. She used his thick arm as a pillow and nestled against his side; he in turn wrapped his other arm around her waist, buried his nose in her ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠hair, and savored his wife's scent.

This sense of relief… at last it feels like I've truly come home…

Just having my husband beside me brings such peace… how long I've longed for this…

Despite a height difference of more than two times, the giant and the dwarf somehow found their balance. Husband and wife closed their eyes and sincerely prayed that today's reunion was not a dream as they drifted into sleep. They showed no sign of rising even after evening passed and dawn approached; they remained together until a new sun rose.