What Kind of Competition Is This?!

From the very beginning, Little Pao Pao had never had a suitable playmate.

All right, I knew I was known as the ultimate Dad Aura wielder, a mobile fatherly-love emitter, a walking loli summoning machine, and so on and so forth—titles kindly provided by the Black-Bellied Priest pseudo-loli and the tsundere Sharp-Tongued Great Seer. I had already gathered a whole basketful of lolis around me, and more than one of them could count as daughters. But you had to understand: there really weren't many who could play with Little Pao Pao as carefree as she did.

The black-bellied ones were black-bellied, the pranksters were pranksters, and even Suigintou, who had the strongest father-complex tendencies, was a girl whose mind was mature to an almost monstrous degree. Surrounded by such formidable older sisters, Little Pao Pao, as simple-minded as a real ***, was under enormous pressure. Her sisters bullied her all the time—kindly, of course—but it was still common for her to run crying to Daddy or Mommy Number One, Two, or Three every so often.

There had always been only two people in the household who could barely count as Little Pao Pao's playmates. One was Ding Dang, the foremost member of the Three Idiots and a goddess. Thanks to her personality and intelligence, Little Bean Sprout had long held the position of Little Pao Pao's number one playmate and was the person who most often played around with her. Unfortunately, that playing around seemed to be Little Pao Pao's one-sided wish. Considering how the little girl would occasionally have a brain short circuit and grab Ding Dang to stuff her into her mouth, the latter had always guarded against Little Pao Pao as if she were some monstrous flood beast. Even a dim-witted idiot goddess knew how terrifying a