Chapter 162
Chapter 162
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 15
Chapter Title: Prey
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In the thick darkness, I sense the presence of the moon. The eerie energy it emits permeates Jenny's eyes.
"Jenny, you... what do you mean by that?"
"Shh. Don't worry. Jenny's always on Daddy's side, just like always."
She rocks me up and down as if to soothe me. Being cradled in her arms and treated like a baby isn't exactly pleasant.
"Daddy and I have something to talk about, just the two of us. Tell those two over there not to come."
Jenny taps my nose lightly with the tip of her tail as she speaks. Despite her ferocious appearance, there's no pain.
"That's not happening. Tell me here. Amy needs to hear it too so we can all think it over together."
"It's really important, and you're not gonna listen? Are you scared to be alone with me? What if Daddy doesn't trust his daughter?"
Instead, every word she utters sets my nerves on edge.
Jenny's unique playfulness and provocative nature combine to create an incredible synergy.
If I refuse her request, I'll become a coward who trembles before his own daughter. That would drive a wedge into our already precarious father-daughter relationship, and Jenny would no longer see me as her father.
"...I don't know when you grew up so fast. They say kids grow up in the blink of an eye."
I can't give her an excuse.
I need to control Jenny.
"Alright. Shall we go for a walk together? Amy, wait here."
"Dr.!"
"It's fine. Just wait."
I push Jenny away and slip out of her embrace, standing firmly on my own two feet again.
I ignore the difference in our eye levels. Right now, standing before me is nothing more than the bond we've shared, where I've held the leash and kept control.
"That's my daddy."
Jenny extends her sharp claws straight out and shows me her palm.
I place my hand on it once more,
and follow Jenny into the forest.
Behind us, sharp claw marks are left in the ground, and ahead of us, only scattered leaves and stunned animals remain.
I should have run the moment I sensed Jenny's presence. The creatures sprawled on the ground, foaming at the mouth and convulsing, couldn't withstand her unique aura and eerie energy, succumbing to shock.
"The forest feels especially quiet tonight, doesn't it, Daddy?"
Now, in this place, there is only me and Jenny,
and the moon hanging in the sky.
"It's nice walking together."
It's strange. Her hand feels so soft and warm in mine, even though she's lethally dangerous to all other creatures.
She pulls her annoying pranks,
blocks Amy,
and teases me with mockery...
"Isn't it?"
But that innocent smile she flashes while looking at me is exactly the same as before, making it impossible to hate her.
We sit on a tall rock jutting up high. We've come quite far from the hideout, but with Jenny by my side, there are no real dangers to worry about.
All my nerves and concerns are focused solely on Jenny.
Just watching her lick the back of her hand and groom herself looks almost the same as before, but now, with her incredibly mature body and mind, it feels subtly seductive.
"So, what did you want to say?"
I ask Jenny first.
My mouth and throat are parched,
but I force myself to act casual and hold on.
"Hm?"
Only after hearing my question does Jenny tilt her head and draw a little closer to me.
She's so close that her long, thick eyelashes seem like they could poke my eyes. How could such a being be born from a tragic origin and chaotic survival situation?
"Hmm. What was it? I can't remember."
Jenny presses her lips to my cheek once more. This time, no blood flows.
Instead, saliva trickles down the curve of my cheek. Jenny quietly wipes it away with her claw and gives me another innocent smile.
"...Come on, just tell me. You mentioned my friends earlier."
"Oh—that?"
Jenny now lays her head on my thigh. Her fluffy hair spreads out over my lap.
"Do you want to hear it?"
"I want to hear it."
It feels like a game of tag. Jenny is deliberately pushing and pulling me to see my various reactions.
"I smell it. Things that smell like you, Daddy, but just a bit different. Scared smells."
Jenny buries her face in my stomach and inhales deeply. It tickles.
Whether it feels good or not, her grotesque tail twitches in the air with a creak, and her hips arch back.
"Haa..."
Jenny climbs up my body little by little.
Her nose brushes my navel,
passes my chest,
and reaches my nape, inhaling deeply once more.
"Daddy's scared right now too. Exactly this kind of smell... coming from far away, over the sea."
A chill runs down my spine.
She's still calling me Daddy, but in truth, I no longer have the means to control her.
"...Why are you so scared, Father? I wonder why."
I know all too well how precarious our relationship is.
Yes, I'm standing on a rickety wooden plank that's about to snap.
Our father-daughter bond has no substance. I don't even share blood with Jenny, nor do I possess any physical power to control her.
"Got it. We need to go find them quick. Knowing they're alive makes me feel a lot better. Thanks, Jenny."
Even so, I stroke her head as naturally as possible.
She's become much larger and more ferocious than me now, but I recall the days when she fit perfectly in my arms and slept, treating her calmly.
Grrr—
Jenny chuckles softly,
and lowers her head a bit more to make it easier for me to stroke her, as if she doesn't mind the sensation.
"...Want a chocolate bar?"
"I'd like Daddy to unwrap it for me—"
We both know.
Things can never go back to how they were.
"Alright. Hold on a sec."
But deep in Jenny's heart, her loyalty and affection for me still remain.
Jenny won't kill me. She's definitely on my side.
Don't be afraid.
No need to be scared.
"Here you go. Eat it slowly."
I carefully unwrap the chocolate bar and hand it to her, and her tongue extends cautiously.
It tickles,
and it's wet.
Hot,
and sticky.
Jenny licks at the chocolate bar. The instinctual creature who used to devour everything by biting wildly has now become a being who aims for pleasures beyond the momentary bliss of the chocolate.
Melting chocolate drips down my fingers. But Jenny's eyes focus only on me, not the dripping chocolate.
I see her elongated pupils stretching vertically.
The eyes of a predator eyeing its prey.
"...Hngh."
It's a lie that she has no intention of killing me.
Deep in Jenny's heart that I'm peering into,
a vile desire lurks—to pounce on me right now, tear me apart, and chew me down to the bones.
"T-Tickles? Can you eat it quicker?"
She's weighing her conflicting desires right now.
Caught between two choices,
walking a tightrope endlessly...
She wants to stay with me, but also devour me.
She wants to attack me, but doesn't want to abandon our father-daughter bond.
That ambiguous balance actually gives me control.
Jenny will circle around me,
pondering which side to choose, and bide her time.
"Haa—"
Jenny exhales hot breath, showing her mouth and tongue smeared with chocolate and saliva.
I feel like I'll melt just like that chocolate. My hand and arm are already coated in Jenny's thick saliva and chocolate.
"So good..."
It's a double entendre. We both know it all too well.
Sweet chocolate scent wafts from her breath, but beneath it, the thick, rising musk of a female in heat lingers inescapably.
"I want to eat a little more..."
Jenny bares her teeth.
But they don't pierce my throat.
"I should hold back and savor it. Right? That's tastier. Better than gobbling the whole chocolate bar at once—eating it bit by bit when Daddy gives it to me is so much yummier."
Instead, her tongue laps at my cheek once.
Thick saliva drips down and pools at my chin.
"Jenny's a good girl, right? Will you pet me?"
Jenny lowers her head toward me again. I have no choice but to stroke her carefully, inwardly worrying about how perilous the path ahead will be...
"Hee—feels good."
She wags her tail and hips. The sight of that superior pelvis and feminine curves moving before my eyes muddles my mind.
"Daddy petting me is the best. Daddy really is the greatest."
"Ugh!"
My foggy mind clears,
as my lower body's blood flow and sensitized nerves react to Jenny's touch without me realizing.
Amid the terror of death and sexual stimulation, my groin had swollen uncontrollably,
and Jenny quietly cups it with both hands, looking straight at me as she says,
"Oh? Daddy... what's this? So weird?"
But she doesn't pounce.
At least not today.
Jenny simply
flashes a feigned innocent smile and waits for the right moment...