Daddy
"What... is this..."
Waking from sleep, Set-a recalled yesterday's events and shuddered. It had hurt. Just as much as she'd imagined. But even more than that, it had felt good. The sensation of that massive cock ravaging her had been excessively warm. Her whole body had felt filled.
"This is weird..."
In the end, she hadn't been able to do anything to the finish. She couldn't. 'He said I didn't have to hold back...'
It was okay to break her. Okay to handle her however he wanted. He could enjoy her pain, mock her agony. That was the only gift she could offer him. At least, there were people who targeted her body for that purpose, so she figured he must be hoping for it deep down.
Thinking back, she might not have had a choice from the start. She was a slave, after all. As long as he didn't punch her womb or threaten her life, whether the sex was gentle or brutal wasn't up to her.
'But... he was such a sweet idiot.'
But he wasn't the type to casually do something just because he could. That's why she thought her half-hearted permission would mean something. Being able to hold her without restraint, without patience—that excuse of her wanting it would surely bring him pleasure.
And he hadn't even taken that. Or rather, he'd only taken half.
"..."
It had felt good. But now that she'd taken his cock once, she could faintly imagine how much more it would have hurt if he'd been just a bit rougher.
To the end, Set-a hadn't given him anything. She'd only received.
Getting her ass spanked was a little humiliating, but she didn't hate it. Being pinned down by force and taking that huge cock over and over might have pain mixed in, but it felt good to her.
"Ughhh..."
She was happy. She liked it. His hands kneading her ass softly after spanking it thoroughly felt good. His fingers slowly caressing her pussy felt good. His strict voice, full of affection as he cared for her amid it all, felt good. His words felt good. Don't bully others, follow the rules—those words felt good.
It wasn't the first time she'd heard such scoldings. The adults she'd met countless times in her childhood had mostly said similar things.
But Se-in was different. Her master proved his affection for her with his actions.
So the words from someone like that—cold and firm, yet brimming with love—felt good.
"Hng..."
The stern way he said it felt good. Just hearing his words made her feel like she could escape this disgusting, worthless self.
His gentle stroking hands felt good. She'd never imagined someone touching her could feel this nice.
Imagining his commanding face calmed her heart every time. The very fact that he demanded something from her felt like the process of molding her to his tastes to keep her in this house.
The old him wouldn't have agonized over it so much. Even if she troubled him, he wouldn't have cared, and if she crossed the line, he'd have tossed her out without hesitation. Because she hadn't mattered to him.
But now it was different. He was looking at her seriously. She'd be disciplined, beaten, tormented by him, but he wouldn't abandon her.
'What is this? I'm crazy...'
She even liked it when he hit her. She liked it when he treated her kindly. Without any consistency, Set-a just wanted him around.
And like that, Set-a realized her feelings.
"...Ah."
Tears trickled from Set-a's eyes.
She wouldn't be abandoned. She wouldn't be discarded. Someone would stay with her forever.
Of course she was grateful not to go to prison, but beyond that, a profound relief filled her.
She didn't want to leave his embrace. She didn't want liberation or freedom. She didn't want to return to those cold streets.
There were people here with her. People who said, without reason, that it was okay for her to be here.
It felt like the relationship she'd dreamed of for so long—something she'd desperately wanted but never had—
"Still sleeping? Breakfast is ready. If you're not sleeping, come—"
Her master peeked in through the door.
"Eh?"
Only then did Set-a realize what a state she was in. Completely naked, with semen still dotted across her body. Red marks from where he'd devoured her with his lips were scattered everywhere.
"D-Daddy! Get out! Get out!"
The thought that she couldn't let him see her like this exploded in her mind on its own. Reflexively, she hurled a pillow and blurted out the words unconsciously.
"...Huh?"
And then she remembered what she'd said.
'Da...ddy.'
She didn't know why those words had come out. No, she didn't want to admit it even if she did know.
But she didn't want to erase that word from her mind either. It was too alluring a relationship, the word she'd craved.
"Daddy..."
Set-a stared blankly at her master, who was gazing back at her, and began pairing his image with the word 'Daddy'.
"D-Daddy."
Set-a smiled faintly.
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"Yaaawn... I'm beat. Those noises last night were loud, you know."
"Weren't you asleep?"
"I woke up. How could I sleep through all that clapping? First night and all, didn't wanna interrupt... so I just quietly masturbated under the covers."
"Whoa."
Imagining Arin pleasuring herself alone made blood stir in my cock.
"Wanna eat together?"
"Dunno. They seem to have washed up at least... but who knows. She still seems to have a lot of emotional scars, so let's not poke at her if we can help it... Nah, forget it. Let's just keep things as they are."
Thinking about it, I probably didn't need to ask anything of Arin. She'd endured Set-a's aggression plenty so far. Expecting more would be favoritism, greed even.
"Thanks."
"Huh? Outta nowhere?"
"Just. You're too pretty."
As we exchanged subtle glances, heavy footsteps approached.
"Daddy, I'm here!"
It was Set-a. A lively, bright smile lit her face.
'She's pretty.'
Not the cold, hollow sneer she usually wore. I'd never seen this expression on her before. As unfamiliar as it was, it was beautiful.
"Oh, perfect timing. Dig in. There's bulgogi, so scoop some rice from the cooker."
"Okay!"
Set-a wasn't wearing anything slutty, but watching her back made my chest twinge, recalling how hard I'd spanked that ass yesterday.
"But... what's with 'Daddy'?"
Still, I had to point this out. Even if it slipped out in the heat of the moment earlier, her calling me that now was definitely weird.
Set-a scooped rice and sat, hesitantly meeting my eyes.
"I-I know it might be rude, but... I just wanna call you that..."
She glanced at Arin. Arin stared at me in shock—more incredulous than disgusted. Like, 'What the hell happened last night for her to come running calling you Daddy?'
"Can't I call you Daddy? Please, Master..."
"It's not about can or can't, it's just... our age gap isn't that big?"
Five years. Anything like ten or fifteen might work for a father-daughter dynamic, but five was way too small.
"Still... you're Daddy."
I couldn't be sure, but I could guess. Someone who'd never had a family. Wanting and expecting that was natural, if anything. Maybe her way of coping with reality.
"Call me whatever you want."
I didn't need to hear 'Master,' and I didn't want to be harsh to someone who'd clung to me once.
"C-Can I eat next to Daddy?"
"Go ahead."
She plopped into the chair with a small "Ow," lifting slightly before settling carefully again.
"Hehehehe..."
Our eyes met. She turned away bashfully.
"Let's eat!"
Nothing fit right. All of Set-a's actions were awkward. Like someone who'd never eaten with family, imitating scenes from dramas or comics.
As I reached for the bulgogi, I watched her inhale the meat with terrifying speed.
"..."
Desperate, like she had to eat fast or go hungry tomorrow. Like if she didn't eat now, there might be nothing later.
I hadn't known before. We'd never eaten together.
I could understand why, but no need to let it slide.
"Set-a."
"...D-Daddy?"
"Slowly. Savor it. There's more bulgogi in the fridge—eat as much as you want. Eating fast is bad for your stomach, and you'll spill."
In an instant, her gaze toward me shifted wildly. Reflexively hostile, like looking at someone interrupting her meal, but once she registered me, the aggression faded. She realized my words late and trembled slightly in joy.
"Got it!"
Set-a beamed brightly.