If possible, he wanted to leave this place far, far away.
Far away from Mimi.
But Mimi wasn't about to let him off so easily.
After having his head washed over and over, he had no idea how much time had passed. He was simply dazed and empty-headed. Once he had mentally checked out, the torment eased somewhat, but—
"Did you remember what I said?"
"Huh?!"
The young dad jolted awake.
After stammering for a while, he desperately tried to recall it.
"Help Yumi wash the dishes."
"Help Yumi manage the Hot Spring Inn."
"And... and..."
"You're the first person who's ever dared not listen to a word I said." Mimi said: "It seems you still don't have a deep enough understanding of how terrifying I am."
"I was listening! There was just too much! I couldn't remember it all at once!" Dad made a desperate, feeble defense.
"Only Mama would let you fool her like that." Mimi said: "I won't indulge you. No matter how many times it takes, if you can't remember, I'll repeat it for you."
Why don't you just beat me up instead?
This is even more torturous.
"However, that's enough lecturing for today." Mimi said: "After you're resurrected, I suggest you and Mama make another alt account. You don't need to worry about my feelings."
Having a Younger Sister wouldn't be bad, either.
Yumi had always wanted a normal, slightly stupid child, so she could enjoy the sense of achievement that came with being a mother.
So a stupid little brother would do, too.
Mimi didn't have the anxiety of needing to hit her little brother while he was still young, either.
"Huh? An alternate account?" The young dad looked confused.
Seeing this, Mimi froze for a moment.
Some words had been used so often