Daughter Losing Her Virginity to Grandfather (2)
What kind of man was First Elder Dang Hak?
To her, he had always been nothing more than one of her kindly grandfathers. A man who doted on her as if she were his own flesh-and-blood granddaughter. And so Yeoji had followed him just as she would a real grandfather.
And now that same gentle First Elder wanted her body.
Even now, the figure before her still looked every bit the imposing First Elder. The long white beard cascading down Dang Hak’s chin was as magnificent as ever. White brows, white hair, a fondness for white robes—he cut the very picture of an elder’s authority and presence, the very image of a benevolent old man.
But the eyes fixed on Dang Yeoji were not the eyes of the Dang Hak she had known. They were the eyes of a beast thick with lust, and nothing more.
Those eyes filled her with despair.
He’s not going to stop.
Dang Yeoji understood there was no escaping Dang Hak’s hands.
“You’ve done well bringing Jia to me. You may go now.”
“Yes, understood. Well then, Jia—I’m counting on you.”
“Yes, Father!”
It hurt. That final word from Dang Dunam drove into Dang Yeoji’s chest like a dagger.
Father…! You should have said you were sorry. How can you say you’re counting on me?
She hated her father, Dang Dunam. Hated him for shoving the responsibility onto her right to the very end.
Dang Dunam opened the door and left. Alone in the room, Dang Yeoji remained.
“Hmm. So. You know why you’ve come today, don’t you? Your father must have told you.”
“Yes. I know.”
“Then tell me. What business brings you to my chambers?”
“I-I’ve come… to offer my… body… to you, First Elder Grandfather.”
“Good. Excellent. And Jia has never been with a man, correct?”
“No. I haven’t.”
“Then tonight with your grandfather will be your first time.”
“Yes, that’s right. Being with Grandfather will be my first time.”
“Very good. Then let’s have a look. Take off your clothes.”
“My clothes? Y-yes.”
Dang Yeoji rose from where she had been sitting and began to undress. Her outer robe was all she wore.
I was going to have to take them off anyway. Extra layers would only get in the way.
Knowing she would have to strip, she had come without the usual layers of undergarments.
She loosened her long robe. It slid from her shoulders and whispered to the floor, leaving her bare.
“Ohh. Truly beautiful. Hahaha. Our little granddaughter Jia has grown into such a beauty.”
Just as First Elder Dang Hak said, Dang Yeoji’s body was beautiful. Her breasts were not large. If anything, they were only gently swollen, like those of a girl not yet fully grown. And that only made her look younger, purer.
The eye was drawn first to her white skin, then to the narrow waist and the full flare of her hips. Nestled between those hips, a dark thatch of pubic hair stood in stark contrast against the pale flesh. Below it, the ice-and-jade smoothness of her skin and the long, elegant lines of her legs were beautiful enough to snare any man’s gaze.
Hers was not a voluptuous figure but a slender one. Displaying that pure and lovely body, Dang Yeoji pressed her lips tight.
“Now lie down and spread your legs.”
“Lie down and… spread my legs?”
“Did you not hear me?”
“Ah—yes.”
Dang Yeoji did as the First Elder ordered, lying back and parting her thighs.
“Now take hold of your outer lips and pull them open to either side.”
“M-my pussy? Open it? With my own hands?”
“How else am I to inspect Jia’s maidenhead?”
The words struck her like a blow to the skull.
Y-you insane old bastard. He wants me to spread my own pussy and show him my hymen. Me—the daughter of the Fourth Master?
It was wretched. And it was sad.
“Th-that’s… that’s too much. Can’t you just put it in?”
“What was that?”
“This is too much. I already agreed to give you my body, so all you have to do is put it in my pussy. You don’t need to make me do something this miserable and degrading on top of that.”
“I don’t need to?”
“What you want is my virginity. So just put your cock in. That’s all.”
“Heh heh heh. It seems Jia doesn’t quite understand the situation she’s in.”
“What? The situation?”
“Enough. Put your clothes on and get out. I’m going to sleep.”
“What? Put my clothes on and leave?”
“Are you hard of hearing? I said get out.”
“…I-I have to leave?”
Suddenly told to go, Dang Yeoji froze in confusion.
“It seems your father failed to explain things properly. Well. If your pride matters more than your family’s lives, so be it. Cling to that pride of yours. I have no reason to answer for the consequences.”
In that instant it was as if a hammer had smashed into her. Shock crashed through her, and a cold shiver raced over her skin.
H-he’s right. Father drilled it into me. Our family’s life and death are in my hands. I have to bring the First Elder over to our side, no matter what.
Before she had come to the First Elder’s chambers, Dang Dunam had repeated the same warning again and again. The Second Elder and the Third Elder had already agreed to support him. If only the First Elder could be persuaded, he would become Chief and they would be safe. Whatever happened, she had to win the First Elder over—he had made her swear it.
The memory of Dang Dunam’s desperate insistence rose before her eyes. Her anger drained away, replaced by a chill that sank into her bones until her whole body went cold.
“N-no, Grandfather! I-I was wrong. I’ll do whatever you say.”
“I said enough. What pleasure would I take in a girl who digs in her heels over her precious pride? If you mean to satisfy me, you should be trying to please me—yet here you are, putting your own dignity first. Put your clothes on and leave.”
“N-no. First Elder Grandfather, I can do it. I can do it properly.”
“Hmph. Ridiculous.”
“Please—just give me one more chance. I can behave in a way that pleases you, First Elder Grandfather. Please, just one more chance.”
No. Father said if he doesn’t become Chief, our family is finished. I have to win the First Elder over somehow, for their sake. My body doesn’t matter. For my family, sacrificing myself is nothing.
The frost in First Elder Dang Hak’s expression sent another shudder through her. Dang Yeoji pushed herself up from the floor, dropped to her knees, and clasped her hands together in pleading.
“Hmph. Did I not say I was finished with you? I told you to get out.”
The First Elder’s tone was ice. Sensing that he was truly angry, Dang Yeoji felt cold sweat slide down her spine.
Ahhh, no. He can’t be angry. I have to bring him to our side.
Her heart hammered. Her throat and mouth felt scorched dry. She realized, with crushing clarity, that by clinging to her pride she had made a terrible mistake—and that mistake had put her entire family in danger.
And she was not the only one whose throat burned and whose mouth had gone dry.
Ahh, it’s over. For the First Elder to be that furious… Ahh, if he turns against me in that kind of rage, I’ll never become Chief. I warned her so many times. And Yeoji still couldn’t swallow her pride and went and ruined everything.
Outside the door, listening to every sound within, Dang Dunam’s throat burned with anxiety and his heart pounded wildly. The First Elder had told him to leave, but he had not left. He stood just beyond the door, eavesdropping on their every word.
With his level of martial skill, overhearing a conversation through a door was no difficulty at all.
Whether he forgot or simply couldn’t be bothered, he didn’t put up a qi barrier. Maybe he left it down so he could put all his strength into bedding Yeoji.
A man of First Elder Dang Hak’s caliber would certainly have sensed that he was standing right outside the door. If Dang Hak had wished it, he could have sent a silent transmission telling him to get lost, or raised a qi barrier so that not a sound from the room would escape. He had done neither.
Or… is that it? Is he leaving me here because he enjoys knowing a father is watching his daughter lose her virginity?
On second thought, the First Elder was famous for his meticulousness. He would not simply have forgotten someone was there, nor would he have skipped a barrier merely to conserve internal energy. No—he knew the girl’s father was outside, and he was leaving him there on purpose, savoring the thrill of deflowering the daughter while the father listened.
Twisted old bastard. Getting off on the idea of a father watching his own daughter lose her virginity…
He understood Dang Hak’s intent now.
So should I leave?
Any normal parent would have walked away. What kind of father could stand there and watch his daughter’s virginity being taken right in front of him?
But Dang Dunam could not leave. His cock was already stiff and swollen with arousal.
And yet, for the moment, even the chance of that deflowering had slipped away. Dang Dunam knew the First Elder’s manner of speaking well enough to recognize genuine anger when he heard it. That was why the gooseflesh rose on his skin and his throat burned dry.
Ahh, Yeoji. Why did you have to stand on your pride? I told you our family’s life and death rested on you.
While Dang Dunam fretted, a sound reached him.
Thud. Thud.
That sound…?
It was the sound of a forehead striking the floor.
Yeoji is knocking her head on the ground? She’s doing a full prostration?
The sound alone painted the scene inside the room with perfect clarity. And Dang Dunam’s guess was not wrong.
Still on her knees with her hands clasped in entreaty, Dang Yeoji dropped into a full prostration and began to drive her forehead into the floorboards.
Thud. Thud.
Naked, she pressed herself flat in the full bow, and the dull knocks of her skull against the floorboards filled the room. For her family’s sake she had thrown away every last shred of pride, straining with everything she had to win back the First Elder’s favor.