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>Anyone would feel betrayed by an old friend doing such a thing, but Anon forgave her, surprisingly.
I may not have been the writefag that wrote that chapter but I think I can help you get into his mind a little.
Think of it this way, Marisa is one of his only friends at that point and a romantic interest beyond that. What she did to betray him is go over one of the only lines he wouldn't cross willingly, making children. Normally he'd condem her, and if he were in more normal circumstances he'd give her a harder time before his paternal instincts forced him to reconcile for the innocents' sake.
Though now, she's his only friend from his old life. Sanae never visited, Hana was corrupted, Yuuka turned into a monster, Kasen is being manipulated, every single women he knew(which is a lot, including the humans) has used him by this point. The only friendly faces he has around is a fox, a cat, and a kappa.
Then his friend, the only one to give him a taste of true love comes forward that she drugged him to have his children. It hurt him deeply, but he also knows that if he rejects her there may never be a chance to make up with her. His future is entirely uncertain, all he can do is hope and keep faith that the women that love him can do anything to spring him from jail. Hence, despite everything, he finds it in himself to forgive her and pretend it doesn't matter. After all, he may have even wanted to start a new life with her before. Isn't this just an extension of that? Even if its not, its just another thing to surpress and bury deeply inside.

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Not for the first time in her life she marveled at her father's dexterity and knowledge in trauma care as he cleaned, stopped the bleeding, disinfected, treated with a salve that stopped the pain, and wrapped her hand with a wadding of bandages. Not for the first time in her life she was saddened as to the reason of why he was so good at it, and he seemed to have gotten better.

As he finished wrapping it and returning the supplies to its rightful place her eyes couldn't help but wonder to his body. The robe was not concealing in the slightest as the delicate band did nothing to stop too small red silk from opening at times allowing for an eyeful.

From the times she saw her father without a shirt on in happier days she noted that there seemed to be a few more scars on his torso. As anon came back Hana noticed a complicated expression on his face as he rejoined his daughter on the edge of the futon.

He was so close, she remembered the taste, the smell, the heat... the robe itself seemed to tease her as it parted ever so slightly and her gaze locked on his crotch. She shifted her legs over themselves in a slow rhythm as if unable to find a place to comfortably rest them. She could feel her face flush, if she wanted to experience that again; to be the one to so greedily devour the love that was stolen from her... well, it was right there for the taking...

Suddenly the robed body that was her world closed as Anon's hands held the robe shut. Hana's world returned to normal as she felt that familiar heat build in the back of her head. She denied in her conscious mind what her train of thought was and how... close she'd been, but she just couldn't forget the sights and sounds so recently seen.

As Anon grabbed one of the silken cushions he covered himself as Hana uttered out an excused, "I-I uhh, it's just that... I wasn-" Like a guilty child caught red handed she couldn't even form an excuse and was cut off by Anon, "Its okay... it's not you! It's that damn incense she pumps into the air all the time!"

He placed a hand under chin and lifted it while putting the other on her shoulder, forcing her mortified and blushing face to look at his like he did when tried lifting her spirits as a child, "Hana, I know its not your fault. We can fight it together, I know it feels weird but you have to push through it, okay!?"

Hana nodded, she stared into the face of the man that had raised her as he desperately spoke reassurances. She felt like putty in his hands, like she could just melt onto him. She wanted it, badly, but she held back from letting her hands wonder. Anon spoke up, "Just sit here! I-i'll get changed and... I'll put on some tea!" He retreated from her to behind a standing three part divider alokg the far wall where she heard clothes rustling.

She was so close... the sweet air was filling her head with obscene thoughts that the last vestiges of her sane mind fought desperately against. Like an addict an idea formed in her mind and she her voice call out before she could curtail the thought, "Father... I can make us the tea... I-is there a kitchen here?"

The rustling stopped for a moment as she heard back, "Yes, behind that sliding door on the north wall. Just... keep your mind focused on something. Its what I had to do before I got used to it..." As if floating Hana got up and skirted the raised futon, she walked past a finely crafted round table with four cushions on each side and a small basket of oranges in the center till she reached some vaguely familiar sliding doors.

She opened them easily and was greeted by a familiar looking kitchen, she seemed to know exactly where the tea pot and leaves were. As she filled the pot with water she made the realization, the kitchen, the table, the placement of items, even the leaves... they were all a replica of the shrine!

Hana felt a bit queasy at that realization, but like a forgone addict who can see their own faults she couldn't stop... Hana lit the stove quickly trying to ignore the familiarity, that was when something stuck out to her; there was one singular aspect that wasn't a part of the kitchen she knew, a small cupboard hanging above the counter where you'd prep food.

She was going to ignore it as she heated the water, until she heard a small knock from the inside. As if guided by the same heat she opened the drawer, only to see it arrayed with bottles and jars of all sorts. All labeled various names and filled with liquids, herbs, mushrooms, and other substances that felt that she was looking more at Marisa's alchemy rack rather than a kitchen.

One bottle caught her attention as it lay on its side, a small ornate bottle filled with a clear liquid. As if guided she took the bottle, that was when she saw the label on it, it was an aphrodisiac...