Reincarnated in a depressing erotic world but living a normal life (right?) The Heroic Adventure of the Straw Doll Part 2

I now found myself staring, paralyzed by fear, at a strange straw doll standing over my daughter, whom it seed to have just knocked unconscious.

(Don't you need help?)

"Huh?!"

Suddenly, I heard—or rather, I thought I heard—soone say those words, even though there shouldn't have been anyone else in this room.

(Are you okay?)

"I-is that you?"

As illogical as this situation seed, it appeared the strange straw doll in front of was the one speaking to ...

"U-uhm, could you help ?"

I knew I was clinging to false hope, putting my trust in a mysterious creature that had appeared out of nowhere in my ho, with no idea what its true intentions were. Yet, I had no other options, tied and immobile as I was. And I knew that if I didn't do sothing soon, the "master"—or rather, my stupid daughter—would return ho and put back under their control.

If I had to risk it with a mysterious creature or have my life ruined again for the enjoynt of my stupid son, then it was obvious what I had to do.

(It's okay!)

And it seed I made the right decision, as the straw doll imdiately began to untie the ropes at an incredible speed.

"... Thank you very much."

(No problem!)

Feeling a bit calr after being freed, I quickly proceeded to tie up my daughter with the sa jump rope they had used to immobilize , while covering her mouth.

Honestly, what I was doing to my daughter right now felt horrible. But I couldn't risk leaving her free in her current state, knowing that if she said the "keywords," I would fall back into that lewd state.

(Here, take it!)

"Ah... Thanks for the help."

(You're welco!)

Throughout this whole process, the straw doll stayed by my side, helping out while patting on the back.

Now that I was calr, I could finally see it more closely. I noticed how small it was, or what appeared to be a cloak it was wearing. I also realized that what seed to be its voice sounded just like a small child speaking.

But despite its appearance, I couldn't forget the speed it showed in untying the knot that bound , or how it instantly knocked out my daughter when it appeared.

(Hehehe)

"...."

Yet, I couldn't resist stroking its head when it reacted with such innocent joy. Had I perhaps lost my mind?

No, it wouldn't be strange if I truly had lost it after everything I'd had to live through: ruining my job, reputation, and dignity under the orders of my stupid son when I was under his control. Especially given how he liked to return my daughter and to normalcy every so often, leaving all mories of what we'd done intact.

"Ugh... Sniff... Ugh..."

(Calm down, calm down.)

But even if I was free now, if I tried to run, my daughter would continue living this hell, and eventually, it was possible they'd catch . But what could I do? If I approached my son, I'd just fall back under control with a few simple words, as always happened.

"....Sniff... As long as he has that phone... What am I supposed to do...?"

I couldn't even call for help, seeing how previously the officers simply took his side after seeing the contents of his phone...

(?! )

"Sniff... What's wrong?"

But as I continued wiping away my tears, the straw doll suddenly jumped up and frantically searched its "stomach" for sothing...

(Here it is!!)

".....Is that?!"

Which turned out to be my stupid son's phone, as it happily handed it to .

"But how?!"

Still incredulous at the fact that the object responsible for all my suffering was presented and handed to so easily, I blurted out the question.

And perhaps as an answer, the straw doll seed to have shot out with incredible speed, only to return dragging my unconscious stupid son.

"?!"

(Mommy says!)

And still stunned by this sequence of events, I heard a very joyful thought that reflected pure happiness.

(Hit, get up, live!)

"What...?"

(What's broken gets fixed!!)

"Ahaha.... Ahahahahaha!!"

I think that after a long ti, this was the first ti I laughed as myself, at the sheer illogicality of this whole situation, while the straw doll—no, rather, a little hero—cald down.