Playing the Father

Nuri Villa 301, the residential area right by the main gate of Nuri University. The mixed-heritage female student I faced there greeted me with words I never expected.

"Ah... Daddy... you're here?"

"...What?"

I had no idea what was going on. As if answering my confusion, a quest notification window appeared before my eyes.

"What... what is this?"

I quickly read through the quest description window floating before me. It explained the situation in considerable detail, so it didn't take long to understand what was happening.

Professor Son Bongkyu's peculiar preference, the one Professor Kim Byung-yoon had mentioned in his letter earlier. It was having sexual relations with a younger woman who called him "Daddy."

And Cha Eunyung had once again become an old professor's plaything through Professor Kim Byung-yoon's influence, this time forced into a strange role-play scenario. I couldn't tell whether she had been blackmailed or was simply obeying. Either way, Professor Kim Byung-yoon had countless ways to control her. Besides, the last time I forced myself on her and her older sister Cha Eunju, Cha Eunyung had shown signs of having given up. Maybe she had resigned herself completely and become Professor Kim's puppet by now.

"Ugh..."

The heat that had built up in my body on the way here cooled slightly. Everyone has their own tastes, but hearing Cha Eunyung call me "Daddy" was still shocking. The image of Professor Son Bongkyu flashed through my mind: his wrinkled skin, snow-white hair, and skinny frame. He looked like an ordinary, frail old man. I never would have guessed he had this kind of preference.

Come to think of it, something he said during chapel came back to me.

-Heh heh. My own daughter graduated from university a long time ago, but whenever I see you students, I can't help thinking of you as my own sons and daughters.

Professor Son's comment that all the female students at the university looked like his daughters now felt a little unsettling.

"He never did anything with his actual daughter, right...?"

The more I learned about Professor Son, the harder it was to figure him out. I had been shocked when Taeyoung told me about him during chapel. How immensely influential he was at our school. How many professors lined up behind him. How deeply connected he was to the university's religious foundation. I thought that had told me a lot about the parts of him I didn't know. But now, it felt like I was uncovering his darkest side.

Meanwhile, Cha Eunyung's expression, standing in front of me, shifted to one of slight confusion. She had forced out that "Ah... Daddy... you're here?" greeting, and my "What?" must have thrown her off. Her face seemed to ask, "Did I do something wrong?"

Cha Eunyung soon gathered her courage and greeted me again. Her usual clear, innocent voice reached my ears.

"Ah... Daddy... you're here?"

"Uh..."

I was at a loss for words. I had no idea how to handle this situation. Then the quest text that had been bothering me came to mind.

[Your form of address for Cha Eunyung must be "daughter" or something similar. Violation will deduct quest time.]

"Ugh..."

Just like the first time I used Professor Kim Byung-yoon's common sense alteration, it seemed failing to play the appropriate role would bring penalties. Last time it had only been a warning, but this time it explicitly stated that quest time would be deducted.

"Deducting time, huh..."

Quest time was always in short supply. The usual one-hour limit always felt tight. I glanced sideways to check the remaining time.

[Time remaining: 42 minutes 51 seconds]

[Time remaining: 42 minutes 50 seconds]

[Time remaining: 42 minutes 49 seconds]

I didn't know how much time would be deducted if I made a mistake. Ten minutes? Five? But I had no intention of testing it. Time was too precious. I organized my thoughts and looked straight ahead.

Cha Eunyung stood in the studio apartment, welcoming me. Jet-black hair. Flawless skin. Blue eyes. Lively lips. A graceful neckline. An ivory-colored cotton T-shirt. A black leather skirt. Below it, her pale legs. Slender ankles. And bare feet showing off her cute toes. Aside from being barefoot, she looked exactly as she had during chapel earlier.

And now she was calling me "Daddy."

I answered awkwardly.

"Huh? Uh, yeah..."

At my reply, Cha Eunyung approached me while I still stood in the entryway with my shoes on. Her pale hands reached for my waist, and she kissed me on the cheek.

"You worked hard, Daddy."

-Smooch.

"Uh..."

The cheek kiss felt surprisingly nice. She probably hadn't done it of her own accord. It must have been one of the instructions Professor Kim Byung-yoon gave her. What other behaviors had she been trained to perform to match Professor Son Bongkyu's tastes? I couldn't really imagine it. But I decided not to dwell on it. Setting aside the fact that this role-play wasn't my preference, spending time with a beautiful mixed-heritage college girl was enjoyable in itself. I resolved to simply enjoy the situation.

I grinned and reached out to hold her waist. Through my hands, I could feel how slim she was. I pulled her slender body close and hugged her. Soon I felt her breasts pressing softly against my chest through our clothes. That soft, yielding sensation pushed against me.

Still holding her, I spoke.

"Yeah. Eunyung. Nothing happened while I was gone?"

"No... Daddy."

I hugged her tightly and kissed her cheek the same way she had kissed mine. My lips pressed against her flawless, clean cheek.

-Smooch.

"This... feels good..."

Just hugging her like this already felt pleasant. Cha Eunyung's delicate body was held in my arms. It felt like if I squeezed too hard, she might break. The thought alone made my arms tighten on their own. The harder I hugged her, the more vividly I could feel her slender frame against me. Her breath tickled my ear. Eventually, unable to bear it, she spoke with difficulty.

"Mmph! D-Daddy... I can't breathe..."

"Huh? Oh. Sorry. My daughter... just feels too good."

I finally loosened my grip. By then my cock was already rock-hard inside my pants. There was no time to waste, so I immediately took off my shoes. While I was removing them in the entryway, Cha Eunyung spoke to me.

"Daddy... you're going to wash up, right?"

"Huh? No. I wasn't really planning to..."

Normally I might have, but during a quest there was no time for that. Reaching the main event without wasting a single second was important...

"Then should I wash up alone?"

"...Huh?"

I paused for a moment. Her words sounded ambiguous. Almost like if I said I would wash, it meant we would wash together. No. There was no need to guess her intentions. I could just do whatever I wanted. I spoke to Cha Eunyung in a slightly trembling voice.

"Want to wash together? No, let's wash together."

"...Yes."

She didn't look particularly surprised. She had probably intended for us to wash together from the start. Of course, this too must have been part of the training she ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠received to suit Professor Son Bongkyu's tastes.

"Hmm..."

When I read the letter earlier, it mentioned that this wasn't the first time Professor Kim Byung-yoon had provided a female student to Professor Son. ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠He had already arranged for several pretty, young girls to entertain the old professor before. Maybe cheek kisses and shared baths were part of the usual routine Professor Son enjoyed each time. The female students who had entertained him through Professor Kim until now had probably gone through the same things.

While I was thinking about this, Cha Eunyung stepped back from me. I finished taking off my shoes and stepped into the studio apartment where she had been. Cha Eunyung moved away and began hesitantly removing her clothes with trembling hands, as if preparing to wash up as she had said.

Only after she stepped back did the overall layout of the studio come into view. Being a studio, there wasn't anything particularly special about it, and the furniture arrangement was similar to Kang Dahyun's unit 201. The difference was that there was one less wardrobe, and a rectangular dining table stood in front of the sink.

— Entryway. Refrigerator. Sink. Washing machine. Wall. Bathroom. Dining table. TV. Table. Sofa. Wardrobe. Bed. Window. —

Looking closely, I noticed a small paper box about the size of a child's palm and a receipt on the table. It was the kind of medicine box commonly seen at pharmacies. When I stepped closer to examine it, the word "contraceptive" stood out among the printed text. It looked like birth control pills Cha Eunyung had bought. The clean receipt suggested she had purchased them in a hurry earlier.

Why had she bought contraceptives so urgently? The box showed no signs of having been opened.

"Is it the kind you take after sex?"

I could only roughly guess what type of pill it was. I quickly lost interest in the contraceptives. That wasn't what I needed to focus on right now.

After scanning the entire room, my gaze returned to Cha Eunyung.

"Oh..."

She had turned her back to me and was undressing beside the dining table. She had already removed ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠her ivory cotton T-shirt, revealing the straps of her pink bra against her back. Below, the blue butterfly tattoo I had seen earlier was visible on her pale ankle.

She seemed embarrassed to undress while facing me, so she had turned around. Ironically, watching her remove her clothes one by one from behind was even more arousing. Feeling my body heat up, I began stripping as well. My hands moved much faster than Cha Eunyung's, which were a mix of hesitation and shyness. By the time I had removed even my underwear and stood completely naked, she was still in the process of taking off her panties.

Pale, flawless skin. The beautiful line from her slim waist to her hips and thighs. Now I understood why she had been chosen as the university's promotional model. It wasn't just to emphasize the image of globalization. She was genuinely beautiful. Even among many people, she would draw every eye. Especially from behind, the contrast between her snow-white skin and jet-black hair falling to her shoulders was captivating.

I calmly admired her back view. Cha Eunyung slowly bent at the waist to lower her pink panties. Watching her from behind felt like watching a strip show. After she finished removing all her clothes like me, she slowly turned around. We both knew what was about to happen, yet she tried to cover her body with both arms as much as possible. Her pale right hand covered her crotch while her left arm shielded her breasts. However, her breasts were fairly large, so she was really only managing to hide her nipples. Her breasts spilled over the top and bottom of her left arm.

Cha Eunyung's appearance reminded me of the painting of Venus's birth I had seen before. Under the fluorescent light, every tiny hair on her body was visible in detail. While I was admiring her naked form, she spoke in a trembling voice.

"Ah... Daddy. Shall we... wash up now?"

"Yeah... sounds good. My daughter... want to go in with Daddy?"

-Gulp.

I swallowed involuntarily. Bathing together with a mixed-heritage college girl. The image of thoroughly washing every inch of Cha Eunyung's pale body flashed through my mind, and my heart pounded so hard it felt like it might burst.