Episode 4. Taming My Patriarchal Dad (TS) (1)
Episode 4. Taming My Patriarchal Dad (TS) (1)
"Huuuuaaaaaah~."
I woke up from sleeping with a snore.
I tried to stretch, but even my eyelids felt heavy.
While letting out a long yawn, my brow slightly furrowed from the soreness coming from my lower region.
Then, feeling the muscle ache spreading to my back and waist, I grinned.
"I did it. I actually did it."
I went through with it. Sex.
And with Appa, of all people.
Saying it like that makes it sound gay, so let me correct myself.
I went through with it. Sex.
With my gender-swapped Appa.
And Appa was a virgin beauty.
"Heheheheheh."
"You happy now, you son of a bitch?"
Suddenly hit with an accusation, I struggled to lift my eyelids.
There, lying down, was Appa, covering his naked body with a blanket.
His eyes, glaring at me while hiding his frail body, were full of resentment.
"What's there to hide? Since when do married couples keep secrets from each other?"
"Who's married?!"
"I ate Appa, so Appa is my wife now."
Calling him 'wife'—I guess after fucking my middle-aged Appa, his boomer vocabulary rubbed off on me.
Appa sighed, looking at me like I was a bug.
It was the same look women give me, and I flinched involuntarily.
So I deliberately put on a tough act.
"By the way, you said you'd send me to jail, but you woke up fine in our house?"
"Fuck. Hey, when you get fucked eight times on your first time, you don't have the strength to report it, you know?"
"No strength? I did all the moving."
"You bastard! You want me to report you right now?!"
"Then I'll just have to fuck you again."
Appa flared up, but when I licked my lips again, he couldn't make a move.
I slowly reached out and pulled him into my arms.
Resting my arm under his head and fondling his breasts, I checked my phone—a whole day had already passed.
"Huh? The date changed?"
"Well, if you did it eight times, time would pass, wouldn't it?"
"I gave you eight rounds, so you didn't report me and just waited patiently until I got hard again?"
"That's just giving up, you idiot."
I'm only human, so after the third time, my dick didn't get hard right away.
But after cumming, if I kept groping Appa's ass and tits, it would get up without much trouble.
Appa, who had been crawling across the floor trying to report me, was just panting from then on and didn't look for his phone again.
"Calling me 'idiot'—to your husband."
"Husband, my ass."
Appa snorted.
"Have you ever made me cum properly even once? A premature ejaculator like you dares to claim the husband's spot?"
"So you're saying you're thinking about taking a husband? Look at you, adapting fast after becoming a TS yesterday..."
"Adaptation or not, after being fucked like a dog by my own son, what am I supposed to do?"
Now that he's a woman, after going through the deed, he seems to be having regrets.
Whatever, my dick got hard again.
Since I had pulled him into my arms with my arm under his head, Appa could feel the outline of my growing dick against his thigh and lower belly.
"You want to do it again?!"
"I'm thinking about it."
"You crazy bastard, that's enough!"
"If you're thinking of not reporting me and staying with me, I won't do it."
"..."
When he didn't answer, I looked down and saw his face was bright red.
Is he embarrassed?
Well, we did share eight rounds; it'd be weird if there wasn't some bond.
He felt it from the third time onward, didn't he?
"What? Grateful that I brought it up first? After all, I am your husband?"
"Don't bullshit."
"Watch your language."
"I told you earlier—some 'husband' who can't even make me cum?"
"Can't make you cum? From the third time yesterday, every time you clung to me and squeezed your cunt tight, you came, didn't you?"
"That's not an orgasm!"
He calls it 'O sensei'.
So boomer-ish that my dick softened a little.
Appa noticed and glared at me with tense eyes.
Ah, I see—his pride is hurt. How cute.
He's mad because he's afraid of losing my favor, right?
"Then what do I have to do to give you an orgasm?"
"That would naturally..."
"Naturally?"
Appa's face turned red again.
"Naturally... when my body flops around like a fish and my cunt squirts a fountain—that's an O sensei."
"Appa, haven't you watched too many pornos? That's all acting, acting. They drink tons of isotonic drinks and stimulate their bladders to squirt. I looked it up because I was curious."
"Really?"
"Yeah."
At my indifferent reply, Appa looked shocked, then suddenly denied it desperately.
"No! I saw it. The year before last, when I went to entertain a client, that girl said I was good, her eyes rolled back, her limbs trembled, and she squirted a fountain!"
"Wasn't she just a god-tier pro at that place?"
"She wasn't god-tier!"
"Then she must have become god-tier after that. Tch, if she could squirt for a middle-aged, skinny-fat guy like you, she definitely earned that title."
"..."
"Right?"
"That bitch was playing with me?"
"Playing? She was just doing her best to entertain you."
His face turned ugly from wounded pride.
But since he's just a pretty girl frowning, it didn't matter.
Still, the way one eyebrow raised was so Appa-like that it hit me again—he really did become a TS.
"No. You should have seen it. She trembled like she got electrocuted. That's not something you can fake. You don't know what you're talking about."
There it is.
That stubbornness unique to the boomer generation.
Even when I'm right, he refuses to back down to the end.
But I had my ways.
"Appa."
"What, you little shit."
I threw off the blanket, stood up, revealed my erect dick, and shouted.
"This woman dares to talk back to her husband, who is like the sky?!"
"Eek! Don't shove your cock at me! It's scary!"
"Of course it's scary! I'm about to teach you a lesson with this dick, so bring your cunt here."
"What kind of nonsense is that!"
"What kind of nonsense is that~?"
Look at this guy calling himself Appa.
I was so dumbfounded I let out a hollow laugh.
"Appa, when you were a man, do you remember shutting Eomma up with that 'husband is like the sky' crap so she couldn't say anything?"
"Cough... But I'm still your Appa!"
"Yeah, you're Appa. The Appa who got fucked by me."
"No matter what, I'm the one who gave birth to you and raised you!"
"Oh, Park Jingu-ssi."
"Park Jingu-ssi?!"
When I called him by his name, his eyes changed completely.
I definitely crossed a line.
I flinched, but if I backed down now, I'd be under his thumb.
Not just under his thumb—I'd probably never get to fuck his cunt again.
I deliberately tensed my body to flex my muscles.
"Let's talk straight. Did you give birth to me? Eomma did. Did you raise me? Eomma raised me until she ran away, and after that, I did all the housework and grew up on my own."
As if to prove a point, I grabbed my dick with one hand and shook it.
Then I licked my lips while scanning Appa's naked body.
"This time, I'll make you a younger sibling—a child that you can actually give birth to and raise. Let's do it properly this time, got it?"
"How far are you planning to go!"
"What do you mean, 'go far'?"
He just shouted because he was cornered, but my last thread of reason snapped.
"What 'go far'! You're the one who went far! You made Eomma suffer as a daughter-in-law while you caused accidents and stayed home, and Eomma had to go out to earn money! What did you ever raise me with! While other kids played with robot toys or game consoles, I played with rocks and dirt! And even that was at a playground in a different apartment complex! Then when the dirt grounds disappeared and everything became concrete blocks, and I got beaten up for watching other people play games at the PC bang because some guy thought I was annoying—where were you! Where were you?!"
"No, you got beaten for secretly watching, why are you blaming me..."
"You fucking bastard, at the time you were on the opposite side of where I got beaten, hitting on someone!!!"
I still can't forget.
At the sound of a slap, I lifted my head and made eye contact with Appa.
He saw my desperate signal for help, but he just took a drag of his cigarette and quietly turned back to his own monitor.
This was the beginning.
This was the start of my resentment toward Appa.
"If you hadn't become a woman, I would have killed you one day! You know that?!"
"..."
He has nothing to say, but he still doesn't want to lose, so he just pouts.
"Ah, the way you're acting is pissing me off. Come here. I need to wreck your cunt so you at least say you're sorry."
"No, no! I'm sorry! Appa was wrong!"
"Why are you only saying sorry now? Hurry up. I'll fuck you until you squirt that fountain you love so much. I'm confident."
"My cunt is swollen and it hurts! Really! It burns! Yesterday was my first time as a woman too, I bled and it hurt!"
Right.
Appa was a virgin, wasn't he?
And we lost our virginities together.
Shit, if you think about it purely in terms of physical specs, it's no different from a destined childhood friend love story—except the target is Appa.
"Phew..."
Feeling deflated, I turned my back to Appa and sat down.
Even though I was scared he might report me if I wasn't watching him, my pride and my dick controlled my brain, so I deliberately maintained the mood.
After a moment, Appa came and sat next to me.
"I'm sorry..."
He apologized with difficulty and started stroking my dick with his hand.
I wanted to push him away, but his soft, gentle hand felt like a handjob from a tender young girl—it was quite a delicacy.
Slide, stroke.
"...Mm."
"It really hurts to use my cunt, so I'll do it like this."
"Hmph."
"Should I stop?"
"If you're going to do it, do it properly."
Appa smiled faintly.
This woman, acting cheeky.
I wanted to snap at him, but his hand felt too good to open my mouth.
Slide, stroke, slap, slap, slap, slap
Pre-cum leaked out, making a wet leathery sound.
Appa noticed and sped up his hand movements.
"Mm... Mmm..."
I deliberately let out a deep moan, but Appa didn't stop.
A dull yet tingling sensation rose from my dick shaft up to my spine.
From here, it was a new world.
If I were jerking off myself, I'd have reached the peak of pleasure and either stopped or controlled my ejaculation at this point, but Appa's hand wasn't a mechanism linked to my dick.
Slap slap slap slap slap!
"Hmm...!"
I snorted and at the same time, thick, sticky cum shot high into the air and splattered on the floor.
Appa quickly caught it with his other hand, but the range was longer.
The cum he didn't catch all fell onto the blanket.
Appa kept jerking me off with one hand while finding tissues to wipe the floor.
The clumpy cum didn't wipe off easily.
"How was it?"
Appa asked while jerking me off a little slower than before.
I was disappointed that he wiped it off with a tissue instead of eating my cum, so I said gruffly,
"Maybe because you used to be a man, you're good at handjobs."
Squelch.
Then the remaining semen still pooled in my urethra dribbled out.