"Really, Bella?...Really?" I looked at Bella, who was dying of sha in front of with an exasperated look on my face, and asked as if she had gone crazy. "I know that you don't get along with your father, and for so reason you have a passionate hatred towards that man...But that still doesn't an you can go around calling every man you see your father."
"What if they had their girlfriend or wife around them? Wouldn't that create a horrible misunderstanding?" I asked Bella, whose face was turning redder as I spoke and looked like she wanted to dig herself a grave. "Wouldn't their partner think that the man they had trusted enough to be in a relationship with actually had such a beautiful daughter who's old enough to get married herself?"
"S-Shut up, Daddy!...I-I an, K-Kafka!"
Bella shouted in frustration for teasing her but ended up referring to as her father once again, showing just how deeply rooted that word was in her mind. She then continued in a fluster,
"Don't act like I call everyone I see that word when you're the only one I ever call 'Daddy' and no one else!"
Bella inford that she didn't throw around such a reference so loosely and that only I had such luck to be called by her like that to my dismay.
"You too, Bella!...Don't act like only calling 'Daddy' is a good thing when I'm only in high school!" I shouted back at Bella, who was indirectly telling that I should be proud that I got the privilege to be referred by her in such a way. "If the ladies in the neighbourhood heard you calling in such a manner, I don't know what sorts of rumours they'll bring about my decent na."
Bella rolled her bright light blue eyes that she had inherited from her mother at the ntion of being a decent individual, already knowing that not only was I in a relationship with her mother but I also had an incestuous bond with my mother as well, which Camila sohow managed to reveal to her without freaking her out.
"But I don't even want to call you Daddy, Kafka!~ It's because of what you and my mother did that my mouth just naturally utters that word when I see you!~"
Bella whined and told that it wasn't her fault that she was calling her father and threw all the bla on and Camila. She then continued to explain her case, saying,
"It's because of all the things you made do that day and also because my mother, who forces to refer to you as my father, that I have no choice but to do so!~"
Even though Bella seed to be making excuses for her shaful behaviour, she was in fact saying the truth when she said that it was mine and Camila's fault.
To be more clear, the reason she was blaming was because of the domineering way I was ordering her around on the day I t her, which instinctively made her look at as so sort of father figure.
She had been mostly raised by her mother her whole life while her father rarely visited. Even if he did, he would simply spoil her without a care in the world and didn't act like a proper father at all, and more like a person who simply allowed her to do whatever she wanted to without any care about how it may affect the person she may grow up to be.
So, for the first ti in her life, when she t a man who had an authoritarian aura about him and made it seem to her like she would be severely disciplined if she were to go against his words, she naturally started to look at that person, who was , as her father figure who was supposed to guide her on the right path.
As for Camila's fault in this matter, it was much more straightforward.
She wanted her daughter to treat as her father figure as well, after seeing how obedient her daughter beca when she was near . She thought that my presence in her life was essential for her to grow up to be a fine lady, unlike how spoilt she acted before.
That's why Camila insisted Bella refer to as her father on several occasions when I was at their house, and she borderline forced her daughter to call 'Daddy'. She even took it a step further by asking to spank Bella whenever she didn't call that word, which made both Bella and look at Camila's hardcore thods in dismay.
But no matter how ruthless her ways to reform her daughter were, after letting her roam free for too long, it seems to have worked out in the end, seeing as to how Bella was struggling to call anything else other than 'Daddy'.
I was fine with her calling that way when we were 'playing' around that day. But when she referred to as her dear father all the ti and in real-life situations, it honestly felt a bit strange and made it seem like I had the responsibility of raising the girl before who looked just as pretty as her mother.
"Fine, Bella...You can call whatever you want since it technically is both and your mother's fault for warping your mind in such a way."
I sighed and gave in to the circumstances presented to , which made Bella let out a victorious smile like she had just won the battle for making admit my fault.
"But please try not to call that in front of strangers or the neighbours, as I have no idea how to explain how I have a 22 year old daughter when I'm only 18 myself."
"That's your problem, not mine!~"
Bella said with a cheeky smile on her face, like she were telling that she would call her father in front of others just to see all flustered, showing that even though she may get easily embarrassed and was quite childish in nature, she still had her mother's blood flowing through her.
"It also seems like you've decided to listen to your father's words and have changed your hairstyle to show more of your elagant forehead."
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I also started to refer to myself as her father and stared at her fringe that she had now parted to show more of her wide forehead, like I had done for her when I first t her.
"Hmph! It's not like I listened to your words of advice or anything, Daddy, nor am I copying the way you styled my hair that day!"
Bella harumphed and imdiately played her role as a spoilt daughter who always revolted against her father in front of . She then glanced up at timidly, adjusted her raven black hair, and hesitantly asked,
"And it's not like I care for your opinion or anything. But just for the sake of asking, what do you think of it...T-The way I parted my hair...Do you think that it shows off my forehead a little too much, o-or do you think it looks fine?"
Bella looked up at , waiting to hear my answer with an expectant look on her face, hoping that I wouldn't make fun of her for showing off her wide forehead that she got from her mother, since she was still a little bit insecure about it.
"It's perfect, Bella." I replied with a gentle smile, making Bella's eyes shimr with joy. "You already looked breathtaking before...But not that you've changed your style a bit to add to your glamour, you simply look stunning."
"...So much so that it's making it really hard for to resist kissing your cute little forehead that you've revealed to the whole world."
I said to Bella, whose cheeks were flushed, and gave the top of her head a little poke while she gazed at in a demure manner.
"O-Oh, is that so?" Bella started fixing her hair and pushed aside her bangs to hide the embarrassnt of being complinted by her so-called father. She then looked up at and shyly asked, "T-Then what's stopping you from kissing , if that's what you really want to do, Daddy?"
"Oh, it's just that I want to respect your boundaries, really." I said like a responsible father who was trying to be considerate for his daughter.
I then continued saying as I ruffled Bella's silky hair in a playful and affectionate manner, "My daughter isn't the child she was once in the past...She's grown up from being the adorable toddler she was to such a gorgeous young lady who's about to graduate university soon and probably get a job later on."
"...So, I just thought that now that you're practically an adult who's going to enter the free world soon, you wouldn't want your stinky old man here to embarrass you by giving you so of his love."
I chuckled with a wry smile on my face, like I missed the tis I could hug and kiss my daughter whenever I wanted to, like any father who had a post-teen daughter would feel.
I thought that getting into the role of a father who had a rebellious daughter would be quite strange since I haven't really done that other than when it ca to matters in the bed.
But surprisingly it was quite easy, and it felt natural for to act this way, probably because of how I acted like the parent figure to several children at my old orphanage and how those parental instincts got instilled inside of .
"W-Well, that is true, and I wouldn't want you to get all lovey-dovey with all the ti, since it's embarrassing for soone my age to be seen so close to their father." Bella folded her hands and nodded her head like she completely agreed with what I said and appreciated how I was trying to be considerate for her.
"B-But at the sa ti I would be depriving you of any joy if I were to tell you to keep your hands of your beloved daughter at all tis; I'm also in quite a good mood today..."
"...because you called pretty, Daddy..."
Bella whispered, thinking that I wouldn't be able to hear anything that was adorable to look at.
"...s-so, I think it would be fine if I were to allow you to give one kiss for the sake of you not feeling bad, thinking that your daughter isn't showing you any affection at all." Bella took a step forward towards and looked up at with a shy gaze in her trembling eyes, like she were waiting for sothing to happen.
I had seen the sa longing gaze from her mother just a while ago, so I knew what Bella wanted from at the mont.
Kiss~
To fulfil her desire, I wrapped my hand around her waist to her pleasant surprise, gently pulled her into my chest, and gave her a kiss on her wide forehead, which made that entire porcelain-like spot turn a bright red.
It also made Bella hug back her loving father and snuggle into my chest while having a satisfied look on her face, making it seem like we had the ideal father-daughter relationship that every father out there could only dream of achieving...
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