Reincarnated in a depressing erotic world but living a normal life (right?)

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

(Don't you need help?)

"Huh?!"

Suddenly, I heard—or rather, I thought I heard—someone 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 seemed, it appeared the strange straw doll in front of me was the one speaking to me...

"U-uhm, could you help me?"

I knew I was clinging to false hope, putting my trust in a mysterious creature that had appeared out of nowhere in my home, 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 something soon, the "master"—or rather, my stupid daughter—would return home and put me back under their control.

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

(It's okay!)

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

"... Thank you very much."

(No problem!)

Feeling a bit calmer after being freed, I quickly proceeded to tie up my daughter with the same jump rope they had used to immobilize me, 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 welcome!)

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

Now that I was calmer, 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 seemed 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 me, 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 me to normalcy every so often, leaving all memories 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 me. 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 something...

(Here it is!!)

".....Is that?!"

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

"But how?!"

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

And perhaps as an answer, the straw doll seemed 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 time, this was the first time I laughed as myself, at the sheer illogicality of this whole situation, while the straw doll—no, rather, a little hero—calmed me down.