Episode 5. Taming My Patriarchal Dad (TS) (2)
After one thoughtful blowjob from appa, I got back my senses.
Thanks to that moment of clarity, my mind felt clear and sharp, and I was able to think calmly and rationally.
Of course, that didn't mean I could take my eyes off appa's slender figure.
"Since I just came, I'm sensitive, so take your hand off."
"Okay."
After hearing my complaints, appa was strangely obedient, like a meek woman.
No, that alone couldn't explain how that man had changed.
The worst husband and father in the family wouldn't change this much in one night just from getting his pussy fucked a few times and repenting for past mistakes.
Even if it was his own son who fucked him.
But wait, maybe that's exactly what happens when you get fucked by your son?
"Appa."
"What? No, I'm not doing the actual pussy."
"Not that. How did you get hard right after you came?"
"You ate me eight times like that yesterday."
"......."
For the first time, I was speechless.
When I stared at him intently, appa turned his face away, looking burdened.
"What, what? If you called me, say it."
His face was strangely flushed.
"Appa."
"I'm listening, so hurry up and say it."
"What exactly happened yesterday?"
"What about?"
"No, I mean..."
With my post-nut clarity, I was very calm yet sharp.
Things I hadn't seen due to lust were starting to come into view.
"I get that you became a woman. I just confirmed with my own eyes that you're a woman through and through. But other things are strange."
"Other things?"
"What did you say yesterday? Acute TS disease? I've never heard of such a disease. Which hospital did you go to for diagnosis? Do they diagnose something like that so easily? A man turning into a woman? What doctor would believe that so easily?"
"Judging by his actions, he wasn't a doctor but a scientist with a medical license."
"A scientist?"
"He came to me first, driving his research lab that looks like a food truck."
See? This is getting interesting already.
Since it's come to this, let me ask appa to tell me what happened in chronological order.
"Try explaining sequentially what happened from the time you went to work yesterday morning."
I had a strong intuition that there was a reason why this man, who had even been fucked by his own son, was acting so obediently.
Appa said he realized he had become a woman on the subway.
He said the subway made a sudden stop at the station he needed to get off at.
"Ah, shi...!"
Appa, who had been drinking heavily the night before and had an upset stomach, cursed.
"What's this smell?"
"Ugh, fuck...!"
"What the hell is this?"
Other people were cursing too, but he said it felt different from him.
Feeling a bit strange, the moment he stepped off the train, he noticed his stride had suddenly become shorter.
"Huh?"
Not only that, his eye level had dropped significantly, and his suit pants and jacket were dragging and slipping off.
And most importantly—
"Wait, appa."
"What now?"
"Why is this so boring and academic? Are you a liberal arts major? Just give me the hard facts straight. Who wants to hear your feelings?"
"......."
Ah, he looks hurt.
Like I care?
I feel no guilt.
I just find it novel that even a man like appa can get hurt.
Appa, showing all signs of being sulky, continued explaining grumpily.
"I found out later. The reason people were cursing was because of the smell coming from my body."
"A smell?"
"Yeah, a smell. Can't you smell it?"
I've never smelled anything.
When I flared my nostrils and brought them to appa's chest, he didn't flinch.
Rather, he looked visibly tense.
I couldn't smell anything except the scent of his skin.
He was acting like he was closing his eyes and waiting for judgment, so I got playful.
Lick, smack smack.
"Eek! You crazy bastard!"
I got hit on the shoulder, but I just smirked.
"Wasn't that a request to suck?"
"Answer me properly! Because of that smell, I got weird looks all the way to work, and even at the office, people asked who I was and a few even threw up on the spot!"
"Why did they throw up?"
"I told you, it was because of the smell!"
I smelled him again.
Still, nothing but the scent of a woman's skin.
"There's no smell."
"Really?"
"I said there isn't. If the smell was bad, my dick wouldn't be hard."
"What? Crazy, it's getting hard again?"
When I pointed at my dick, appa looked down and was horrified.
"Ahem, if you speak disrespectfully to my man's tool one more time, I'll make you a mom and dad right now."
"Ah, enough! I'm trying to tell you how I became this way!"
"You bitch, where do you think you are?!"
I jumped up.
My stiff, elongated dick bounced and pointed high into the sky.
I used it to lightly jump and smack appa's forehead.
Slap!
"Wah!"
"How dare you raise your voice at your husband!"
Appa couldn't say anything, his mouth hanging open.
He must have been quite shocked to get hit on the forehead by his son's dick.
Feeling embarrassed, I cleared my throat and threatened him.
"Finish what you were saying. If not, I'll shove this cock down your throat."
"Ugh, okay...."
With wide eyes, appa obediently complied.
At work, from his direct superior to the CEO, everyone came out and kicked him out, saying who he was and why his smell was so foul, appa said.
Even when he pulled out his ID from his wallet and showed it, or held up his ringing phone and told them to call his number, they just told him to get lost and pushed him out.
Bewildered and wondering what the hell was going on, appa blankly left the office building.
"Ugh, the smell!"
"Ugh... blegh!"
As soon as he got on the street, people went crazy.
Like the miracle of Moses, everyone ran away, and those who couldn't crawled on all fours and vomited right there.
It was a short time, a brief moment, but appa said he was terrified.
Appa, who felt completely alone, surrounded by absolute hostility.
When he actually described that feeling to me, his eyes looked like he was having a panic attack.
He tried to avoid people as much as possible, but they still tracked him down and cursed at him to get lost.
Until about 11 AM, appa just kept wandering around the office.
The more he did, the stronger the smell from his body became, as if forming a barrier, until the entire area was empty of people and even the shops had pulled down their shutters.
In the middle of it all, appa sat crouched, not knowing what to do, burying his face in his knees.
Someone tapped appa.
"Appa, wait."
"Why does the proper story start here? When I looked up, there was an old doctor wearing a gas mask..."
"No, appa, listen."
"What?"
"Again, it's boring and academic."
"......."
The doctor's name was Hwang Seokcheol.
As he said earlier, he had heard about appa and came driving his large car converted into a research lab.
After getting into the research lab/car, appa had blood tests and other checks, cross-referencing with previous medical records to confirm his identity, and then received a diagnosis of Acute TS disease from Doctor Hwang.
"That's it?"
"No, there's one more thing."
Doctor Hwang told him.
The smell that had driven people crazy was none other than Bachelor Odor.
"Bachelor Odor?"
"The doctor said so. Acute TS disease has only ever manifested in middle-aged to elderly men. Very rare cases, but the incidence is increasing, so governments around the world are keeping a close eye on it."
"I see. Can't it be cured?"
"Would that be possible?"
"Good thing. I've been thrusting and pounding hard; if he turned back into a man later, what would be the point?"
"You're really crazy?!"
"Oh, is that so?"
I casually wrapped my arm around appa's waist.
"From what I hear, appa can't get anyone near him, man or woman, because of the Bachelor Odor. Except for me."
"Ugh...."
"So, since the smell doesn't bother his own son who fucked his pussy, and I'm practically his only conversation partner and sex partner, he can't even report me to the police and obediently becomes my wife, right?"
"Th-that's not it...."
Appa, hit where it hurt, trailed off.
"Even if it's not, in this state, even if you called the police, they'd come and run away because of the smell, so it'd be useless."
"I realized that after the fifth time with you. Before that, I seriously intended to report you."
"Anyway."
A smirk crept onto my face involuntarily.
With my arm around his waist, I kneaded the inside of his thigh.
"You said you wouldn't acknowledge me as your husband, but it turns out I'm all you have? Appa, you're fucking adorable?"
"I said that's not it. I... ugh...! I won't acknowledge you as my husband unless you see me through to the end."
"Since you have no other partner anyway, that'll naturally happen as I get more used to sex."
Above all, I liked that other men couldn't approach appa.
What's mine is mine.
No matter how crazy I am with lust and stimulation, I absolutely hate anyone touching what's mine.
That's a basic instinct starting from the animal level.
I said generously while leisurely kneading his thigh.
"I'll cut you some slack. Then let's start with being lovers."
"Lovers?"
"Yeah, lovers. But just try looking at another guy. It'll be over that day."
"Hah."
Appa let out a harsh snort.
"I know men's tendencies well. Do I look like I'll stray because of looks or conditions? Even if I weren't your lover, I wouldn't be attracted."
"Heh, cute."
I gave him a light kiss on the lips.
"Waaaaah!"
Appa covered his face and blushed.
Watching him lying there thrashing around alone, I whispered.
"Appa."
"Why do you keep calling me...."
Appa responded with a bit of a fuss, and I smiled brightly at him.
"Since you're my lover now, hurry up and set the table, you bitch. How dare you, having become a woman, be lazy?"
Appa's face crumpled like a piece of wrinkled paper.