Branding - 13
Watching people smile is a joyful thing. It fills you with positive energy. Just knowing I had a share in her happiness put my mind at ease.
I'd never dated, but I knew people preferred partners who reacted well to things. The simple act of them happily accepting a small gift or gesture from you brought a real sense of satisfaction. And it was the same now.
Set-a sat on the bed, beaming a bright smile at me.
"Daddy, thank you!"
She'd clearly found it awkward calling me "Daddy" for the first couple of days, but now she said it without hesitation.
I'd never thought about having kids. Set-a didn't really feel like my biological daughter, either. But letting her experience things felt pretty damn good.
Things most people took for granted—she knew nothing about them. Yesterday, when I fed her bulgogi, her face lit up like she'd discovered heaven: This is so delicious! I thought it was overcooked and a bit of a shame, but she didn't seem to mind.
I bought her a tablet computer. She'd figured she'd never own one in her life, and she hugged me tight. "I won't even have a use for something like this..." she'd said apologetically at first, but a few hours later, there she was, rolling around on the bed watching videos.
I let her order delivery food. Arin was the expert on that front, so she helped out a ton. Chicken, tteokbokki, mala tang, tanghulu. I'd thought the food in my house wasn't half bad, but apparently she'd been holding back—said she hadn't touched anything but ramen out of consideration. I'd just assumed she was too lazy, so I was caught off guard, but I reassured her not to worry and ordered everything she wanted.
It wasn't some extravagant luxury, not for me before the coin windfall or for Arin. Eating delivery every day might strain the wallet, but if she loved it that much, it wasn't impossible. Not for Set-a, anyway. She was genuinely thrilled. Like a daughter getting a gift from her dad.
"Photos ready?"
"Hold on a sec. When do I ever use the camera...?"
It felt a little like I was raising her. I didn't hate it. But at the same time, I started to vaguely understand the dilemmas of parents with daughters that I'd only seen online.
Something about how if a daughter comes out in weird clothes, it's not that the parents are neglectful—it's just that no matter what they do, the kid insists on wearing them...
I thought I'd talked her out of it enough. From my perspective, what she was about to do was utterly pointless.
"Ready? Now we film, right?"
"Just wait a bit..."
I couldn't help sighing at the sight of her reflected in the camera.
A school uniform. The classic kind: white blouse, plaid skirt. Even a school with lax dress codes would probably discipline her for shortening the skirt that much.
"No matter how I think about it... you're an adult. You don't have to wear it like that—"
"I never got to go to high school, okay? I wanna wear it, so I'm wearing it. Why?!"
"..."
But when she laid her wounds bare like that, I couldn't bring myself to tell her no.
"Technically, I went for a bit, but the uniform back then was... just this old, embarrassing thing."
"Fine. Got it, got it..."
Truth be told, the outfit itself wasn't the issue. With her petite frame and cute looks, the uniform didn't look out of place. Age-wise, she could pass for a first-year high schooler who'd repeated a year.
But what she was about to do next? It just made me think, What the hell...
"Filming."
"Okay!"
I hit record on my phone. Set-a opened her mouth in a trembling voice.
"I, Han Set-a... from today onward, have deeply resolved in my heart to become Master's slaveee...!"
Her voice shook. A mix of pleasure and anticipation.
"Yesterday, Master ravaged me mercilessly. Today and tomorrow too, I'll beg for his cock..."
Slowly, she undid the buttons of her blouse. Her movements were a bit clumsy, unpracticed, but she calmly stripped it off one button at a time. A lewd tattoo peeked out above her navel—a obscene design combining a uterus shape with hearts.
Hold up, the mood's getting kinda steamy...
From what I'd heard, this was supposed to be a video proving "I'm Daddy's property now!" or something innocent like that.
She stripped naked. Traces of last night's lovemaking lingered on her body here and there, captured by the phone camera and fed straight to my eyes.
"From now on, for life, I'll serve with my mouth, my pussy, my ass..."
Set-a fully removed the blouse. She lifted her skirt to show she was wearing nothing underneath, then tossed the ridiculously short thing aside. Now completely nude, she bowed deeply to me.
On her back was scrawled something like "Master's Exclusive." It wasn't visible in this pose, but her thighs had "Please put your cock in me" and "Public toilet" written on them. Her slim waist, her ass, her deferential posture, her back—all of it was lewd as hell.
Time was up. Recording ended.
"Did it record? Looks good?"
Set-a snapped her head up and rushed over to check the phone. In the video, she was spouting filthy lines.
"Hmm, it's a bit... lacking in vulgarity."
"What more does it need...?"
I didn't hate it. But I had no clue.
"The belly one's a sticker, right?"
"Uterus tattoo? Yeah! Ordered it online!"
She leaned in like she wanted praise. I gently stroked her soft hair.
"The writing?"
"Arin unnie did it!"
"I see..."
Accomplice, huh? Arin had a naughty side too, so maybe she'd egged on Set-a's lewd fantasies. Fair enough.
"Used something that washes off easy, right?"
"Yeah!"
Good, she had some sense. But the core question remained unanswered.
"So... why'd you suddenly wanna film this? Should I send it to your phone?"
"Y-you could, but... I filmed it so Daddy could keep it?"
"Why would I want this?"
Set-a gave an embarrassed smile.
"Well, someday... I might get bad thoughts? Like someone else did... it could happen."
I knew who she meant. A slave who'd betrayed her master and run. Her mother.
"If there's a video like this, just spreading it would ruin my life. With a weapon like that, I couldn't rebel against Daddy. Ever."
I tilted my head. It still seemed off.
"Common sense says... there are way better weapons than something like this, right?"
In a normal relationship, a "lewd video" like this could have real leverage. If you don't want this leaked and get called a whore, obey me.
"I believe you won't even think of betraying me anyway..."
I could tell from her eyes. Every time she said "Daddy, I love you!" it rang true. Objectively, she had no better options than me. Money, kindness, cock size—no one could top it.
But there was a deeper issue.
"You're a slave to begin with, so the fact that we've had sex is gonna come out no matter what... Plus, if I really hated you, I'd just kick you out instead of leaking this."
"I-I know! But emotionally... it's that feeling!"
Set-a pouted and lightly smacked my leg.
"No matter what I do, I can't escape Daddy. Feeling that... it feels good."
"..."
"Every time another reason piles up... my heart feels at peace. Knowing my Master, my Daddy, will keep dominating me forever. That's..."
"Then do it. As much as you want."
I meant it. I could feel it. I pulled the naked Set-a into a warm embrace. She squirmed a little.
"Anyway, um... so this one's kinda lacking..."
Set-a bowed her head shyly.
"Huh?"
"Not enough impact? Just one naked bow—if this leaked, it'd be embarrassing, but not 'life-ruining' level."
"So?"
"I want Master's cum splattered on me, my body looking like I just got fucked like a dog... something that obvious for the video."
It was an awkward request, but I didn't mind.
"I got super wet filming it, so if Daddy touches me a little more..."
Her breath tickled me. Her heartbeat, her light weight, her warm body heat pressed against mine. And against my cock, too.
"Can you... help a little?"
Set-a flashed a bright smile. Like a kid making a cheeky, calculating request to her parents. Pure, yet scheming.
It looked utterly happy.