Episode 2. I Tried Seducing My Patriarchal Dad (TS) (2)
Do you have any idea how hard it is to talk to a woman?
Ever since she made eye contact with me, her face hasn't been the least bit friendly.
Whenever group projects forced us together, a funny line would pop into my head, but she never gave me the timing, so I'd just let it slide.
Even if I got lucky and actually spit it out, the look she'd give me—like "What the fuck are you on about right now?"—made me want to go back in time.
But when some handsome bastard says the same thing, no matter how unfunny or ridiculous it is, the girls just giggle and say he's hilarious.
Born and raised always feeling intimidated, lacking confidence, and knowing nothing about grooming, women and romance were for me the ultimate luxury, a utopian fantasy.
Yet my sex drive was so strong that jerking off at least four times a day was the baseline.
Each time I came, my loneliness only grew stronger.
I wanted a girlfriend who would snuggle into my arms and play coy with me, while I lived with that pathetic patriarchal father of mine, veins bulging in our arguments.
And sex.
Curiosity and longing for what sex was really like left me pathetically searching online every day, tears in my eyes.
"Stop it—!"
Now, I was pinning down my father who had turned into a female—no, a young girl after TS—and it sent an almost dangerous level of excitement through me.
Our lower bodies were pressed tight together.
"You crazy bastard! Don't you dare get hard on your father!"
With the faint smell of sweat, I could see the soft curve of her chest through the gap in her shirt, and if my dick wasn't swelling at that sight, I'd be a eunuch.
"Shut up. Who told you to turn into a young, pretty bitch even after TS?"
"What the hell are you saying?!"
Lust had long since clouded my eyes.
Anyway, going out there, talking to normal women, dating them, having sex—that's like trying to pluck a star from the sky. I can't do it.
As I get older, things like savings and a decent job are supposed to become attractive qualities, but I had none of that.
I am, in short, a doomed and discarded man.
"This is all your fault, Appa. All your fault! Because of you, I grew up as this pathetic loser, and we're so broke I can't even go buy sex even if I wanted to!"
"I'll give you money! I'll give you money, so please don't do this. Appa was wrong. I'll give you money, so just go pay for it, please!"
"I don't need it!"
Even if you gave me money, I'm such an incel loser I wouldn't even be able to push open the door of a brothel!
Hell, I don't even know where the brothels are, how to get there, or what the prices are.
Besides, I've already crossed the line. If I back off now, given Appa's personality, he'll definitely retaliate.
Whether he calls the cops or strangles me in my sleep, with that temper of his, something bad is bound to happen.
"Haah..."
"Hic?!"
Pinning his struggling upper body with one arm, I used my other hand to grab his chest through the shirt.
Oh fuck, it's so soft.
As my fingers dug in under the rough fabric, the way it squished was absolutely enticing.
"Fuck, at first glance it looks like only an A cup."
Is there any man in this world who hates big tits?
If there is, he's probably a pedo.
But no matter how big the breasts I can see with my eyes, if they're not in my hands, they're all just a picture of rice cakes.
I want to boldly say this.
It's like when your neighbor drives a Bugatti or a Maserati, but the Avante that fits your own car key is more precious.
Boobs you see with your eyes are no different from public property.
Anyone and everyone can sneak a peek.
If it's this soft even through the shirt, what's it like bare skin?
Without hesitation, I pulled the shirt open left and right.
"Ow!"
The fabric scraped hard across his shoulder as it came down, and Appa let out a moan.
Ignoring him, I swallowed my breath at the sight of his bare chest.
"Flat chest, huh?"
I pressed my fully erect lower abdomen between Appa's legs.
The soft mound between his thighs gently met the outline of my dick through my pants.
Just that alone gave me a strangely satisfying pleasure that lingered at the tip of my cock.
"Haah... haah..."
I touched his pink nipple with my finger.
"Kiyahk...!"
A sharp sound escaped.
I was aroused, but also displeased.
"Fuck, look at you moaning at your son's touch. Appa, is this how you'd react to any man who touched you?"
"No! And besides you, no one has ever... huh!"
The areola size was just right.
If this small body had big balloons, I would've been disappointed.
Relentlessly, I gently stroked Appa's nipple in the middle of my sweat-soaked finger.
"Heeut...! Nooo!"
Appa let out a moan and desperately covered his chest.
Frowning at the interruption of my fondling, I said,
"Where does a wench dare to act spoiled when a man is about to get down to business?!"
"Who's a wench?!"
"You are, you son of your father!"
How does it feel to have your own words thrown back at you, huh? It sucks, doesn't it?
But it also serves as a convenient piece of forced logic in this situation.
"Take your hands off."
"Jinhyeok-ah, I really was wrong. Let's not do this... ack!"
I grabbed his wrist and squeezed, and Appa couldn't endure the pain, dropping his defense.
I immediately buried my face in his chest.
"Ssseup~ hwoong~"
Zzup, zzooop
"Hik! Haak!"
Before he could interfere again, I took his nipple into my mouth and sucked.
It didn't taste like much.
Just the fact that it was a woman's nipple drove me crazy with excitement, so I sucked like a madman.
My dick grew even bigger.
"Hik... gently! It hurts!"
Slurp slurp
"I didn't tell you to suck it seductively!"
Why so much talking?
Sucking noisily, I bear-hugged Appa completely.
Already exhausted from wrestling with me, Appa's arms dangled weakly as I pulled him along.
"Heeut, hoo, ah..."
Fuck, tits.
A woman's tits.
In other words, Appa's tits, Appa's nipples, but I forcibly ignored that.
I didn't have the guts to do otherwise, and if I tried this on a normal person, the guilt would be unbearable.
But my target is Appa.
The Appa who brought me into this world for no reason and gave me a miserable family environment and future.
Fueled by hatred for Appa, I was relentless.
Lifting him in a bear hug, I made vulgar sounds as I licked both tits in turn, then subtly moved my hand down to pull his pants off.
Since he had already changed into a girl's body, even with a belt, it was half off already.
As I confidently tried to slide it down, Appa suddenly grabbed my arm.
"What are you trying to do?"
"Let go."
"Jinhyeok-ah, really, no."
There was no pride or stubbornness left.
Appa's eyes were deadly serious.
I met them head-on and let out a short laugh.
Groping groping
"Heuk, you...!"
Even though he grabbed my arm, my hand was already inside his pants.
As I roughly squeezed and kneaded his small but firm ass, Appa's spirit immediately broke.
"You're not planning to go all the way, are you?"
"Of course."
I grabbed his ass tightly and pressed our lower bodies together again.
Instead of a long dick like mine, I felt a soft mound of flesh.
"Jinhyeok-ah, I really was wrong, okay?"
"Shut up and let go of my hand."
When I showed that I could move my arm freely even with him holding on, his eyes finally welled up.
"I said I'd give you money...!"
"If you give money? Even with that expensive money, you'd only get to do it once or twice, right? But I can fuck you for free for life—why would I?"
"You animal! We're father and son!"
"Watch your mouth. Who thinks of this beautiful young girl as their father?"
I laughed cowardly and gently bit Appa's earlobe.
"If it's unfair, don't turn into a pretty TS. What? Acute TS Disease? First time hearing it."
"I'll call the police! Even if you fuck me, I'll report you and send you to jail!"
"Oh, really?"
Appa's provocation crossed the line.
I roughly grabbed his waistband and tried to yank it down.
The leather belt made it difficult.
"Don't!"
I don't hear him.
He hit my shoulder and head with his fists, but I didn't stop.
The more I got hit, the calmer I became, and I undid the belt buckle.
"Eek!"
Appa frantically grabbed his pants, but it didn't work on me.
Instead, I grabbed both sides of the vertical zipper and forcefully pulled it apart, tearing the pants.
Riiiiip!
"Jinhyeok-ah! Really, no! I'll do anything but this! Okay? Have I been too harsh on you? I'm sorry! I'll never do it again!"
A man's boxer briefs appeared.
Why is he wearing those when he's not even a man anymore? Then I remembered that until this morning when he left for work, Appa had been a middle-aged man.
"Tits! Jinhyeok-ah. I'll let you suck my tits. From now on, you can suck and touch my tits all you want. So let's not go all the way, okay? Appa is begging you like this!"
"You said you'd call the police. If I'm getting reported anyway, I might as well do everything and go to jail."
"I won't. I won't do it, so let's compromise with the tits. Now these tits are all yours. You can touch them anytime, and I won't say anything."
"Anytime?"
"Yes!"
When I pretended to think, Appa clung to me even more desperately.
Nodding frantically, he tried to gather his small tits and offer them to me.
I pushed his chest away with my palm.
"Why, why? Don't you like the tits?"
"Appa."
"Yes, Jinhyeok-ah."
I pointed at his chest and asked.
"Does it produce breast milk?"
"What...?"
Now.
Seizing the moment Appa was stunned, I pulled down his boxers.
At the same time, I lowered my own pants and pulled out my fully prepared cock.
Appa screamed and struggled, but I had already lifted one of his legs and hooked it over my shoulder.
"And you try to negotiate with tits that don't even produce milk?"
"No! No! Nooo—!"
"Appa, don't you remember the words you always used to say?"
Look at this bitch?
Your cunt is fucking soaked?
"How dare a woman's voice from inside this house try to climb over the wall?"
Shuuk!
The very first union in all human history between a father who underwent TS and his son was now taking place.
