It's... Too Small?

As soon as I voiced the words I'd prepared, Father's pot-lid-sized hand stopped right in front of my face.

His pupils wavered, his composure gone, while his lips moved over and over as though repeating that he must have misheard.

Fortunately, the words I'd agonized over for hours managed to short-circuit Father for a moment, and I didn't miss the opportunity—I ran straight to Mom.

"Mom!!!"

To stay alive from this point on, I had to take Mom hostage.

The phrasing sounded strange, but it was something I absolutely had to do.

The moment I got separated from Mom, even accidentally, my failure to contact them all this time would be compounded by the karmic punishment for short-circuiting Father, and I'd be completely fucked.

While Father paused like a broken machine, I used my luscious tails to hold on to Mom.

"Oh my?"

Mom was flustered as my fluffy, cozy, luscious, soft tails coiled around her body...