A gust of wind blew into the room, hitting Allen's face and causing her to stir from her sleep and gradually awaken. Her softly parted lips closed, murmuring, soft like glutinous rice, her delicate eyebrows relaxed, and her eyelashes trembled.

Although she had regained consciousness and regained feeling in her body, Allen had no intention of getting up from the comfortable bed. Unconsciously, she rolled over to continue sleeping, and half of her mouth could be seen with her tongue and two small tiger teeth exposed, her face unguarded.

Because of her movements, her clothing was loosened, revealing a large patch of pinkish skin below her collarbone, with small hills and valleys -

Rubbing her face against the soft pillow, the stuffed mattress filled with cotton was very comfortable, and would not poke her shoulders. Allen's senses had roughly recovered, and she sensed the presence of other people in the room, but she was not surprised.

She opened her jewel-like red pupils and saw her father squatting by the bed.

"Allen, it's time to get up and have breakfast."

"Mmm."

She lazily responded.

Using one hand to prop up her body, Allen sat on the edge of the bed, the view slightly blurry, and rubbed her tired eyes with the back of her hand.

"Don't forget to wash up before breakfast."

"I know."

After her father's footsteps disappeared, Allen opened her eyes only about seventy percent, looking a bit bewilderedly toward the window. A wave of morning breeze blew in through the window, causing the curtains to sway.

Scratching the back of her head, a strand of hair suddenly popped up, swaying like a dog's tail.

Allen maintained the dazed expression of just waking up, silently standing up with both hands propping up the mattress to move to the edge of the bed.

Stepping on the clean floor, she put on the fluffy slippers next to her, and at the same time, Allen's movements stopped, looking confused with her head and the strand of hair swaying back and forth, as if she still wanted to sleep.

"Hey, it's seven o'clock."

Seeing the walnut clock on the low table, Allen became energized.

Finally, her butt lifted off from the bed and went to the nearby wardrobe to change out of her pajamas before washing up.

Opening the wardrobe, her clothes were neatly stacked. Allen didn't have the habit of organizing clothes, and her clothes were always sorted by her father. Her father knew that Allen had to wear her school uniform today, so he deliberately placed it in the most conspicuous position to ensure that Allen wouldn't be bothered by finding clothes.

In the past, Allen would have been very happy with her father's meticulous care, but as she grew up and gained her own personality, she began to feel a sense of resistance to her father's excessive care and spoiling.

She hated being treated as a child.

She had warned her father repeatedly not to interfere, but her father forgot her admonitions the next day and continued to treat her as a child.

"I'm used to being taken care of by my father, but I always let him lead me around by the nose without even realizing it."

Allen pouted her pink lips, looking displeased.

She knew that if her father didn't arrange everything for her, her life wouldn't be so easy, but this habit of being taken care of was what made her the most unhappy.

Discarding her pajamas and carelessly throwing them on the bed, Allen began to put on her school uniform, putting on the final short cape and then she was ready to go.

By the way, there were small cat patterns on Allen's underwear, which weren't her choice at all. Despite being no longer a child, how could she still like underwear with animal shapes? It was her father who thought it was cute and bought it for Allen, and she just hadn't refused! Really.

Allen picked up the metal bracelet in the shape of a half-moon on the table, put it on her wrist, pressed the button, and the ends of the bracelet spread out, embracing her wrist.

It wasn't loose because her wrist was slender, it was just right, making the bracelet, a WD (a mini-terminal), not burdensome for the wearer.

It was a technological product that could collect and record the wearer's physical data, as well as their experience points, and then through data analysis, give a score for the wearer's abilities. From highest to lowest, the scores were: A+, A, B, C, D, E, F.Calculate the wearer's overall level based on these ability values. Allen's overall level is C-level.

"I almost forgot to wear stockings."

Taking a glance at her fair and smooth legs, Allen remembered that she had yet to put on her favorite pair of stockings. She opened the bottom drawer of her wardrobe, stuffed with rolled-up stockings and panties (which her father had organized), and hesitated for a moment before choosing a pair of white stockings.

After putting on the stockings, Allen stood in front of the mirror and smiled satisfactorily, adjusting her V-shaped bangs that had fallen out of place.

She opened the door and walked outside. It led onto a short wooden corridor, with the stairs leading down on the left, her father's room on the right, and the only staircase leading to the roof on the far right.

Allen descended the stairs. The entire structure of the staircase was made of wood, with a smooth wooden handrail on the right and straight vertical yellow wooden beams underneath. Each step she took on the wooden stairs made no sound, as if her small feet were as soft as cotton buds.

First, Allen went to the washroom to start her morning routine. There, she noticed a basket of clothing beside her, and on the top was a plain pair of shorts that caught her attention.

"It's dad's shorts..."

Upon realizing that her father had carelessly placed his shorts in such a conspicuous position, Allen wrinkled her nose in annoyance. She picked it up, intending to put it away properly, but before she knew it, she was holding the shorts to her face and inhaling deeply, as if she had smelled something very sweet. Saliva drooled from her mouth.

"Right, the clothes haven't been washed yet."

After finishing breakfast, Kloke remembered that he had not done the laundry yet. He went to the washroom, planning to wash the clothes first and then eat breakfast with his daughter.

Arriving at the door of the washroom, Kloke noticed that his daughter was inside. She had a strange expression on her face and stared at him with a terrifying gaze.

In her hand was a pair of shorts that undoubtedly belonged to Kloke. Allen's hand trembled, causing the shorts to fall to the ground.

"What's wrong, Allen?"

Kloke asked while bending down to pick up the shorts that had fallen to the ground. He noticed a wet patch in the crotch area.

Did the shorts get wet from falling on the ground? Apparently not, because there was a sticky feeling to this wet patch, similar to the mark left by a man's wet dream.

Kloke looked at his daughter again, only to find that she still had that terrifying look in her eyes, as if she had seen some sort of villain.

"Allen, don't misunderstand - daddy hasn't -"

"Filthy and dirty scoundrel, daddy is a pervert -!"