I Hate Dying from Bedroom Overwork!
"Even if Dad gets a girlfriend, I'm fine with it. Really."
Han Sol's eyes were as still as a stagnant salt lake while she said that. There was no jealousy or rage to be found in them. If anything, her calm was so profound that I couldn't even guess what lay buried at the bottom.
"She's the right age and pretty, so it's only natural that Dad likes her."
She's not the right age, though.
Lee Jin-ah and I were almost twenty years apart. To Han Sol, who was in her early twenties, she might seem a bit old.
"……Thanks for understanding."
"But……."
Han Sol's gaze fixed on my lips.
"What about what happened between us this weekend? Does that mean nothing to you, Dad?"
"―――"
My heart stopped.
No joke—really, just for a moment.
What happened with Han Sol over the weekend. She wasn't talking about when she'd held a fruit knife to herself in a self-harm threat. No, she was obliquely referring to the taboo we'd crossed as father and daughter.
That it meant nothing? As if.
But I couldn't exactly say, "Of course it meant something huge! I had sex with my daughter!" So it was a truly horrific situation.
As I stayed silent, Han Sol gripped the hand I'd placed between her breasts even tighter and continued.
"You said you'd never abandon me, Dad. You remember, right?"
"……Of course. You're my daughter."
"That's right. So we'll be together forever."
"……That's."
Han Sol's logic was relentless. It felt like an argument she'd prepared for a long time to persuade—or dismantle—me with.
"A girlfriend is just someone you break up with and become strangers with again. She's no different from Mom, who abandoned you and me and ran off. That's all she is in the end. A connection that could snap someday, someone who could leave at any time."
"Sol—"
"But not us. You'll be my dad until you die, and I'll be your daughter until I die. The law of this country says so. It can never change."
Han Sol smiled faintly. Her eyes sparkled under the fluorescent lights. In stark contrast to the redness around them, what they held was a chillingly clear conviction.
"So Jin-ah is just a 'passerby,' and I'm the one who's 'together with you.' The one who'll stay by your side until the end."
My mind went blank.
How the hell was I supposed to interpret this?
Han Sol's words, at first glance, sounded like the vow of a devoted daughter full of filial piety toward her father.
But considering our current situation, her act of trapping my hand between her breasts, and what had happened over the weekend…
The meaning changed.
What Han Sol was saying right now was this:
Within the fence of family, she would never give up this grotesque relationship that had crossed the physical taboo between father and daughter.
Whether Lee Jin-ah became my official girlfriend or not, it didn't matter.
Because she was my daughter.
A girlfriend—even a wife—could leave if feelings changed.
But a daughter wouldn't. She couldn't.
Did Han Sol even realize how twisted that logic was?
"You won't abandon me, right?"
Han Sol asked, still holding my hand.
"I won't mind who you meet, Dad. Just don't abandon me."
"……"
"Just promise me that one thing."
My hand was still trapped over her heart, between her soft breasts.
Thump, thump, thump.
I couldn't tell if the heartbeat pounding against my palm was mine or hers.
Then her hand started to move.
Still gripping mine, she began guiding it downward from between her cleavage.
Passing my solar plexus, brushing her navel, lower still.
Between her thighs.
"……Sol, stop."
Reason screamed in my brain that I had to shake her off.
This wasn't right. I had to stop here.
But her fingers gripped my hand with surprising strength, and more than that—
I was overwhelmed by the atmosphere.
In the end, I let myself be pulled along like a paralyzed man.
My fingertips slid past her lower belly, into the inner thighs, right up to her most intimate spot.
Her scorching body heat transmitted vividly through the thin fabric of her robe.
"If you want it, Dad, I'm always ready."
Han Sol whispered in my ear.
"So……promise me."
She didn't say what exactly to promise.
But I knew. She knew too.
That I wouldn't leave my daughter's side—and in exchange, I'd take her body.
Haa……
I swallowed a sigh.
I'd hoped my relationship with Lee Jin-ah would be shock therapy for Han Sol.
I'd wanted her to end this father-daughter thing and live a healthy life.
But instead of backing off, she was pretending to accept my girlfriend while demanding an even firmer place for herself.
With or without Lee Jin-ah, Han Sol had no intention of giving up our relationship.
But……
Could I abandon her now?
This girl was clearly not normal by anyone's standards.
The self-harm scars on her wrists, her abandonment anxiety, her twisted obsession with her father.
But that's exactly why I couldn't abandon her.
I can't shake off the karma of the past.
The spot where my fingertips touched her burned like fire.
I knew the answer, but I wanted to look
